The tip of the black-clothed man's sword was raised, and Xuan Heng's throat was not broken for him, but half of the black-clothed man's ear was cut off.

Xuan Heng roared and fell straight down.

He fainted half out of fright, and half out of rage.

The "Emei faction" has been rampant in the rivers and lakes over the years, wherever Xuan Heng goes, where he doesn't respect him as an ancestor, how can he ever insult people like this.

The man in black shook his sword, as if he wanted to shake off the blood stained on the "Zhenyue Sword". In fact, his swordsmanship was surprisingly fast, the long sword cut off Xuan Heng's ears, and before the blood could flow out, his long sword had already been recovered.

He caressed the long sword, like a woman caressing her lover, and said lightly, "Am I qualified enough to make this sword?"

The way he stroked his sword was that of a woman, but the voice of his voice was that of a masculine man.

Yi Fei on the roof heard it in his ears, and he had goosebumps all over his body.

Yi Fei naturally recognized that the man in black was Li Qinglian's "rebel" Du Huasheng.

A cold voice came from outside the door: "You don't deserve it!"

Du Huasheng said sharply: "I'm not worthy, who is worthy, are you worthy?"

A red figure flashed in.

He was a very young man, dressed in a red robe that looked like a fiery fire.

Red Scorpion!

The red scorpion walked up to Du Huasheng and stared at him fiercely.

Du Huasheng did not show weakness, and his eyes stared at the red scorpion for a moment.

One red and one black, two people are like two unsheathed swords, facing each other-for-tat.

The overflowing murderous aura seemed to distort even the lights.

Xuan Heng soon woke up, he covered his left ear and scolded: "Turtle son!

picked up the long sword on the ground, and rushed towards Du Huasheng with the sword.

Xuan Zhenzi shouted, "No-but."

This world-famous swordsman, his own disciple was captured, his senior brother was injured, but he could only sit on the side and watch and talk, could he have been injured, or because of something, he couldn't show his martial arts?

But it was too late, Xuan Heng suddenly jumped up, and he covered his right ear. Blood flowed out of Xuan Heng's fingers, his eyes were full of despair and fear, he had practiced martial arts for decades, practiced swords for decades, and tonight it was as if he had hit a ghost, and his ears had been cut in half for others.

Xuan Heng's face was flushed, he didn't know what blood was, he really wanted to dig a hole and drill down, but now he lost the courage to lift the long sword.

This sword was not made by Du Huasheng, the red scorpion backhanded a sword, and Xuan Heng's right ear had been cut off in half.

The red scorpion said coldly, "How is it? Am I worthy of this sword, or are you worthy of this sword?"

The red scorpion and Du Huasheng were murderous between them, and Xuan Heng broke through by mistake, like a rabbit crashing under the hunter's gun.

The red scorpion turned his back to Xuan Heng, and this sword also cut off half of Xuan Heng's ears, and Du Huasheng was facing Xuan Heng before, on the surface, the red scorpion's sword was actually above Du Huasheng.

Du Huasheng saw the sword of the red scorpion, his pupils contracted violently, and after a while, he said lightly: "Your sword is really good, but this sword is now in my hand, only I am worthy of this sword!"

The red scorpion said, "Then I'll kill you!"

Du Huasheng said: "Really?" The "Zhenyue Sword" sword in his hand was dazzling, and it was shining with a soul-stirring light under the light.

The long sword in the red scorpion's hand is also a good sword, but it is obviously not as good as the sword in Du Huasheng's hand.

The red scorpion was not afraid, he seemed to have absolute confidence in his own swordsmanship.

The two of them stopped talking, but the murderous aura in their eyes could burst into sparks.

Seeing that between these red and black people, there is about to break out into a bloody battle to the death.

The disciples of the "Emei Sect" and Xuan Heng who were sitting on the ground were eager that these two people who would make people feel afraid at a glance would immediately fight, and it was best to fight with both sides, so that they could have more hope of escaping.

A cold snort sounded out of nowhere, and a voice said: "Du Huasheng, I gave you this sword to kill that person, not to kill the red scorpion!"

When Du Huasheng heard this, he was like a deflated ball

The man then said, "Red Scorpion, you can't kill that man, you don't deserve to use this sword."

The red scorpion is like a castrated rooster.

The man said: "There is only one way to get this 'Zhenyue Sword', and that is to kill him, that is, whoever kills him will be worthy of the 'Zhenyue Sword'!"

The red scorpion said viciously: "I must kill him, I must kill him!"

Du Huasheng screamed: "Next time, next time, I will definitely be able to kill him!"

Xuan Zhenzi, who was sitting on the Taishi's chair, suddenly said: "The swordsmanship of the two of you, one is more than vicious, and the other is insidious and excessive, neither of them is Yi Fei's opponent!"

The person Du Huasheng and the Red Scorpion want to kill is naturally Yi Fei above their heads, and the person who wants to kill Yi Fei is naturally He Ying.

Du Huasheng was annoyed and ashamed, and with an arrow step, he rushed to Xuan Zhenzi's body, stretched out his sword against Xuan Zhenzi's chest, and said sharply: "Old Taoist, quickly hand over what He Gongzi wanted!"

Xuan Zhenzi put the "Zhenyue Sword" against his chest and said nothing.

He Ying's voice snorted coldly again.

Du Huasheng's eyes flashed, and he stretched out his hand to lift a disciple of the "Emei Sect", and said, "Old Taoist, if you don't hand it over, your disciples will die in front of your eyes one by one!"

Xuan Zhenzi sighed and shook his head silently.

Du Huasheng stabbed out with a sword, and the blade penetrated into the chest of a "Emei faction" disciple, and the disciple didn't snort and fell to the ground and died.

Du Huasheng shouted: "Old Taoist, don't you still pay it?"

With a sword in his hand, he killed another disciple.

Xuan Heng roared and pounced on Du Huasheng, Du Huasheng's sword handle turned, and it hit Xuan Heng's soft hemp acupoint, Xuan Heng fell to the ground, and there were two "Emei faction" disciples who died and their eyes were still wide open.

Xuan Zhenzi was like teaching an old monk to settle down, closed his eyes and said nothing.

Du Huasheng was able to kill, and the long sword stabbed out in succession, and he had already killed several "Emei faction" disciples sitting on the ground in the house. Blood flowed out slowly, forming a large pool of blood on the ground.

Yi Fei crouched on the roof, and when he saw this scene of slaughter, he wanted to rush down, but he knew that Xuan Zhenzi fell into He Ying's hands, and he would only make things worse if he went down now.

Du Huasheng said: "Okay, old Taoist, I will kill all the disciples of your 'Emei Sect'!"

He clapped his palms.

Several rooms in this courtyard were suddenly brightly lit, and a group of black-clothed men escorted thirty or forty people into this room.

These thirty or forty people were holding their buns towards the cyan Taoist robes, and all of them were disciples of the "Emei faction". These people did not have ropes tied to them, but they were all dejected, and their steps were vain, not much stronger than ordinary people who didn't know martial arts.

(End of chapter)