Nangong Chu never dreamed that the middle-aged man who took out a slender silver sword from his arms would kill Lu Xiao at once, he held Lu Xiao's collar and couldn't help but be stunned!

"Roar!" The middle-aged man standing on the right side of the corridor with a three-foot black stick in his hands took advantage of Nangong Chu's slight distraction, and the double stick in his hand smashed down towards Nangong Chu's waist and head like a dragon going out to sea, and a chilling stick wind suddenly set off on the corridor.

"Hey, these two people seem to be still above this Lu Xiao. Nangong Chu secretly said in his heart, and the vitality in the middle-aged man's body suddenly surged out of his body like a bomb explosion, forcing the four disciples of the Ouyang family behind him to retreat one after another.

The cultivation of the two middle-aged people who led the people to intercept Nangong Chu in the corridor in this underground labyrinth was invisible in Nangong Chu's eyes, and they all had the level of the sixth order of the ancient martial arts.

The disciples behind them also have the cultivation of the peak of the fourth order of ancient martial arts, no wonder the Ouyang family dares to claim to be the first family of martial arts, the cultivation of these young disciples alone is no worse than the disciples cultivated by the Shaolin Wudang thousand-year-old faction.

Lu Xiao was stabbed in the heart by a silver sword, and the sword was about to die, a dead man no longer had any use value. Nangong Chu carried Lu Xiao's body and swept towards the double sticks smashed behind him.

At the same time, the silver sword in the hand of the middle-aged man who made the sword unfurled, and the silver light was like electricity, like a torrential rain pouring down from the sky, and it went straight to Nangong Chudang's hood.

Nangong Chu used people as weapons and swept backwards, which made the middle-aged man hurriedly withdraw his double sticks, his angry eyes were red, as if he wanted to spew fire.

"What kind of hero is using a dead man as a shield!" The middle-aged man looked sad and angry, and the green tendons on his forehead couldn't stop beating.

Hmph! Nangong Chu sneered, and with a single finger, he smashed Lu Xiao's body towards the middle-aged man who made the stick, and at this time, his left hand had already exchanged hands with the middle-aged man who made the silver sword.

An angry index finger pointed east and west, swinging away the silver sword that pierced in front of him. Nangong Chu is one against two, and he is at ease, and he does not panic at all.

The middle-aged man hurriedly stretched out his right hand to hold Lu Xiao's body, and the black stick in his left hand sealed the front of him with a dancing stick shadow and jumped backwards.

"Boss!" the middle-aged man put Lu Xiao on the ground, and couldn't help but cry out and shed tears.

Lu Xiao had already lost his breath at this time, only to see that his face was pale, his eyes had lost his vitality, his hair was unkempt, the corners of his mouth and chest and even his whole body were covered with blood, and his death was really miserable.

"Uhh......h

A majestic force surged out of the middle-aged man's body, and the vitality in the corridor was suddenly surging, and the four disciples who were standing behind him were shocked by this sudden burst of force and flew backwards involuntarily.

At this time, Nangong Chu had already fought with the middle-aged man holding the silver sword, the middle-aged man was obviously a master of using swords, and at the same time an outlaw.

Because his swordsmanship is fast, ruthless, and spicy, his sword aura is vertical and horizontal, and silver lightning flies in the air. This is nothing, what makes Nangong Chu jealous the most is the momentum of this person's indomitable attitude of looking at death.

I saw that the silver sword in the middle-aged man's hand was narrow, and it seemed to be thinner than a finger, but it was four feet away, and from head to tail, the silver light flowed, and it seemed that it would fly away at any moment.

Every move and every style, there are no defensive sword moves, all of them are extremely powerful attack moves. This kind of swordsmanship that leaves no room for no return, and it seems to be the "no-return swordsmanship" that has been lost for hundreds of years in the ancient martial arts world.

When this sword did not move, it was already flowing with silver light, dazzling people's eyes, and at this moment, the sword light spread, as if a basin of silver rain was poured from above the nine heavens.

Under the influence of the Holy Relic, Nangong Chu has broken through the second vein of Ren Du and opened the bridge between heaven and earth, and his skills have broken through the innate primordial realm. Although the Wuhui swordsmanship was extremely aggressive, every time Nangong Chu slapped a palm and punched, the unparalleled palm wind fist shook the middle-aged man's sword moves.

One force to ten wisdom, no matter how powerful the middle-aged man's sword moves are, it is useless to stab Nangong Chu's body!

The two great masters attacked left and right, a silver rainbow-like sword, and two black dragon-like stick shadows surrounded Nangong Chu in the middle and attacked wildly, threatening to tear Nangong Chu apart.

Three lightning-like figures, tumbling and rolling, the battle was dark. The vast and incomparable vitality fluctuations surged out in all directions, and the eight black-clothed disciples of the Ouyang family were forced to retreat again and again by the strong wind current, and avoided them far away.

"Bang!" Nangong Chu punched the black stick of the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man was immediately shocked back. Nangong Chu was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but the middle-aged man who made the silver sword came to him again.

After making the middle-aged man stand firm, he suddenly connected the two black sticks like lightning, twisted them hard, and a silver sharp spear head immediately emerged from one end of the black stick. The black body and silver spear head are like a six-foot short gun.

This gun has a sharp form, a sharp tip, and a slender barrel, even if it is held in the hand and does not move, it can also give people a feeling of being nimble and ferocious like a poisonous snake.

I saw that the middle-aged man swiped his hand, and the gun flew up, bringing a fierce gun wind, stabbing straight at Li Suiyun's body, as smart as a snake.

A sword and a shot fought against Nangong Chu, and in an instant, the strong wind brought by the gun wind in the aisle was bitterly cold, and the sword qi emitted by the blade was as cold as ice.

The gun is like a dragon and the sword is like a wind, and the two ancient martial arts sixth-order powerhouses no longer dare to hide their secrets at the critical moment of life and death, and they have actually displayed the most powerful tricks in their lives.

Nangong Chu saw that these two people's moves were subtle and mellow, and he didn't dare to be careless, only to see that his moves changed, and he pinched the sword finger in his hand, and stabbed straight out, penetrating the light and shadow in the sky, and stabbing directly into the chest of the middle-aged strong man.

This sword is plain and plain, without any tricks, but the victory lies in the speed of the sword, the sword is fierce, it is from the ordinary to see the magic, from the solid to see the power.

The middle-aged strong man's swordsmanship has no return, he doesn't treat Nangong Chu as a sword at all, and the silver sword in his hand also stabbed Nangong Chu's chest, exchanging his life for his life.

With Nangong Chu's ability, he also had to avoid this sword first. But hearing the roar of the sword wind, Nangong Chu had already stabbed out more than a dozen swords in a row. Only the middle-aged man who turned into a spear was forced to retreat again and again, and the middle-aged man who made the sword danced the silver sword in his hand so much that he could only see the silver light flowing all over the sky, but he was attacking Nangong Chu head-on, and he did not take a step back.

Masters are not terrible, what is terrible is the desperate masters, regardless of life and death, their skills can often be exerted at a super level. The middle-aged man who wielded the sword is a good example.

The middle-aged man with his marksmanship is fast, vicious, and accurate, and in fact he has used all the most vicious and sharp moves in marksmanship. But no matter how tricky and ruthless his marksmanship was, as soon as he made a move, he was immediately blocked by Nangong Chu's sword moves, and he couldn't exert his due power at all.

I saw that in the shadow of the sword air gun in the sky, two figures rose and fell, flying and dancing in the wide aisle, but the other figure was as steady as a rock of Mount Tai, and did not move. Although the two middle-aged men are still strong now, they don't seem to be defeated, but in fact, they can't attack a single move at all, one is strong and the other is weak, and there is a huge difference between them.

Suddenly, a long howl was heard, and it rushed straight into the sky, and a sword light and a black shadow flew up into the sky, and with two snorts, the sword light and black shadow had already been inserted into the ceiling of the aisle.

Nangong Chu actually used the blunt and rigid sword to shake the sharp and soft sword and the most ruthless and spicy spear in the hands of the two middle-aged men and flew out.

The eight disciples of the Ouyang family who were watching the battle couldn't help but feel like ashes when they saw such a situation.

"It's strange that you are from the Ouyang family, so I have to be sorry. Nangong Chu's hands were divided, and two purple gold sword qi shot out instantly, the sword qi was almost to the extreme, poof, blood splashed, and a blood hole appeared on the chest of the two middle-aged men, right in the heart, and the sword was about to die, and the screams were not made before they died.

There are two more ancient martial powerhouses missing in the world, if it weren't for the deep enmity between Nangong Chu and Ouyang Shijia, he might still let go of these two ancient martial arts sixth-order powerhouses.

These two middle-aged people were able to fight with him with the cultivation of the sixth order of ancient martial arts, and Li Suiyun was also impressed by the purity of their martial arts and the sophistication of their shots, but the two of them worked for the Ouyang family like Lu Xiao, and he had to be ruthless.

After killing the two eighth-level powerhouses, Nangong Chu raised his head and looked coldly at the eight Ouyang family disciples in gray tights in front of him, and the long sword in his hand was slowly raised. When the eight gray-clothed disciples saw Nangong Chu move like this, their faces immediately changed, and they all took a few steps back.