Calculated that Ye Qiandie couldn't succeed, but was pit by Ye Qiandie, and Tie Qianhao could only knock out his teeth and swallow it in his stomach. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Tie Qianhao, who was aggrieved in his heart, could only direct his anger at the two brothers and sisters of Ren Duxing, he decided to fight quickly, this battle was dragging on, it was like cutting flesh on him.

Tie Jianhao's face was gloomy, his whole body surged out, the cold light burst out between the sword qi, the steps under his feet were unpredictable, and in the blink of an eye, he penetrated into the sword formation composed of Ren Duxing's brother and sister, and slashed at Ren Duxing's sword with a sword, and his left hand poked out, grabbing Ren Yuyi's wrist like an eagle's claw.

"Ding... Bite... While... When "

The three of you come and go, and they fight dozens of times in an instant.

Tie Qianhao's figure floated, Ren Yujia every sword he could dodge, his body rubbed the blade of Ren Yu's coat, his left palm picked Ren Yu's difficult to defend the local skills, the long sword in his hand danced fast, forcing Ren Duxing to be in danger, and he had no time to take care of himself, he had no chance to support Ren Yucoat.

Bang!

Ren Yuyi and Tie Qianhao struck each other with one palm, and slashed at Tie Qianhao's chest with a backhand sword, Tie Qianhao gave way sideways, Ren Yuyi failed to succeed with a sword, but was shocked out by a huge force.

It was too late for Ren Duxing to change his moves, so he could only lean forward, the blade in his hand stabbed out like lightning, and his left foot kicked backwards, just catching the fallen Ren raincoat.

The sword formation formed by the two was broken at this time, how could Tie Qianhao, who had been in a hundred battles, miss such an opportunity, a sword sealed the blade stabbed by Ren Duxing, and a palm of his left hand was imprinted on Ren Duxing's chest, he withdrew his palm and turned around, and kicked out with his right foot with Gangfeng.

Bang!

Ren Duxing was kicked and flew up, and Tie Qianhao's body spun up, and his feet were as fast as thunder.

Bang! Bang!

made up three kicks in succession, kicked Ren Duxing to the point of spitting blood, and his breath was chaotic, and Ren Yu's coat just rushed up, and was forced to retreat by Tie Qianhao's sword, and grabbed it with one claw, just grabbing it on the fragrant shoulders of Ren Yu's coat, the placket was shattered, and the large pieces of delicate skin showed deep blood marks on the five fingers on the shoulders, which looked a little blurry.

Ren Duxing saw his sister injured, endured the pain of broken bones in his body, volleyed luck with the sword, the tip of the sword hit the ground, the blade bent and rebounded, and even Ren Duxing shot out backwards.

"Wind and cloud swordsmanship, wind and Xiao kill, cloud annihilation!"

Ren Duxing let out a long roar, and the last style of the Fengyun Sword Technique finally shot, and in an instant, the sword qi soared into the sky, the sword turned into a wind, and the momentum was like a cloud, and eighty-one sword shadows shrouded all the three zhangs, surging towards Tie Qianhao like a wind and clouds.

As soon as Ye Qiandi saw that they were going to start a life-and-death fight, she didn't care about Tie Qianhao, after all, if she wanted to set foot in Tanglin, with the help of the power of the Iron Sword Gate, it would make her easier.

Of course, Ye Qiandie is not afraid of Tie Qianhao's remorse, her Biyou Palace is still intact, as long as Tie Qianhao dares to break the contract, she will definitely point her sword at Zhongzhou, and the Iron Sword Gate, which has suffered a great loss of strength, may not be able to compete with Biyou Palace, but Ye Qiandie has not shown greed for Zhongzhou.

However, the fox and the wolf conspire, one is insidious, the other is treacherous, neither side is good, and the war is only a matter of time sooner or later.

"Kill!"

Ye Qiandie snorted coldly, and the shot was as fast as fire, and the move was fatal, and the thirteen dark guards only felt that the wind and clouds suddenly changed, although Ye Qiandie's previous shot was also a murderous undersurge, but it was not as fast as it is now, and the killing machine was revealed.

As soon as they came into contact, three of them died, and they couldn't struggle until they died, so they lost their breath. The remaining eleven people only supported the kung fu of the tea in the end, and eight people died under Ye Qiandie's sword one after another, and only the two of them were able to escape Ye Qiandie's fatal move under the cover of their brothers before they died.

And the original eighty-three masters of the Wind and Rain Building, now there are only nine left, each of them is covered with wounds, and this battle has made them pay a tragic price.

However, they paid more than 70 lives, and it was not all for nothing. The remaining two old men of Tieqianmen also survived now, but one of his arms fell vertically on his shoulder, which was obviously useless, and the flesh on his legs was turned out, and he was drenched in blood, and he could only stand with a sword in one hand.

And the one hundred and eighty iron sword guards also paid a huge price, and the number of survivors was less than a handful, and the iron sword guards that Tie Qianhao had cultivated with great effort were completely finished.

Even the seventeen masters belonging to the Biyou Palace lost six of them in this battle, and although the remaining eleven were slightly injured, their strength was almost exhausted, and they might not be able to survive unharmed in the next battle.

In the entire Iron Sword Gate, there was a tragic scene as far as the eye could see, like purgatory on earth.

Blood flooded all parts of the courtyard, the crimson red between the terraces and pavilions, the blood beads on the broken flowers and leaves slipped down dripping, and the occasional muffled sound of ding dong ding dong could be heard.

In the most fierce place of the battle, corpses piled up, stumps and severed limbs, full of vicissitudes, making people's scalps tingle at the sight, and they were so disgusted that they wanted to vomit after eating food for three days and three nights.

The disciples of the Iron Sword Sect in green clothes, a whole team of thousands of people, after this battle, there are about two or three hundred people, and there are countless disciples lying on the ground, they either still have a breath, or their limbs are broken, and they can only fall in a pool of blood and moan helplessly in pain.

Fengyulou is not much better, it can be said that there is almost no strength to fight again, Ren Duxing Ren raincoat is seriously injured, only two of the thirteen dark guards remain, eighty-three masters of the rivers and lakes, nine survived, none of the eight hundred ordinary disciples survived, and there was no one who could even take a breath.

Such an ending can be beyond the imagination of both sides, and even Tie Qianhao, who has exhausted the organs and set up this bureau, regrets that his intestines are almost green.

Tie Qianmen's strength is not one in ten, although this is only his combat power on the surface, but it also makes him extremely painful, after all, these are his own net worth.

As long as he has a reasonable reason for those forces in the secret, he can control and transfer, but after all, they are not his own personal guards, and his status in the future will inevitably plummet, let alone take revenge on Shushan one day.

Just when the wind and rain tower and the iron sword gate from the initial battle, to the final stoppage, on the mountain behind the iron sword gate, there has always been an expressionless middle-aged man standing on the cliff, a pair of cold thick eyebrows and big eyes are indifferently looking down at the changes in the battlefield, even the corpse mountain and the sea of blood in the battle situation have not made his stiff cheeks change a little.

Behind him stood an old man with silver hair, the old man had a frosty face, the vicissitudes of life, the silver brows were as white as a knife, even after endless years, it was still difficult to hide the arrogance of Ling Ran on his body, but in the cloudy eyes, there was a faint trace of deep sorrow.

"It's always a little sentimental to look at such a scene?"

The middle-aged man didn't look back, and said lightly, but in that casual tone, there was no sentimentality.

The old man just smiled silently, his smile was extremely far-fetched, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, and then he hid it again.