As Yu Zhongnan flashed his sword, the atmosphere in the Hengyue faction instantly became tense. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Under the coercion exuded by the disciples of the Sword Sect, the more than 6,000 people of the Hengyue Sect instantly raised their vigilance, and glared angrily at the disciples of the Sword Sect holding the sword one by one, with the intention of fighting as soon as Sima Chuan opened his mouth.

"That'...... Only...... War! ”

As soon as the three words came out, the Hengyue faction suddenly spread a roar, and this roar filled the entire Hengyue Mountain, and instantly spread three miles away.

Looking at the more than 6,000 disciples of the Hengyue Sect, those with weapons in their hands swung their blades up and down, while those with bare hands rushed into the group of disciples of the Sword Sect and fought in one place.

In the blink of an eye, the person who was splashed with blood, and who was alive one second, had already fallen in a pool of blood the next.

Gradually, the bluestone changed color, and an extremely pungent fishy smell became stronger and stronger, which was the smell of blood.

Looking at Sima Chuan, who gave the battle order, his right foot smashed the steps, and his burly body jumped up violently, swinging his fist and going straight to Yu Zhongnan.

Before Sima Chuan fell, two gray-clothed people suddenly appeared in front of Yu Zhongnan.

The two elders did not draw out the long sword on their backs, the elder on the left clenched his right fist and directly collided with Sima Chuan's fist, while the gray-clothed elder on the right slapped a palm at Sima Chuan, directly hitting Sima Chuan's chest.

I saw Sima Chuan's body retreat in the twilight, landed on the steps and stepped back three steps, clutching his chest and suppressing the surging of qi and blood, and his cold eyes shot directly at the two gray-clothed old men.

Sima Chuan just glanced at the two of them, and then moved his gaze behind Yu Zhongnan.

However, Sima Chuan's heart suddenly screamed at this point, and then he looked at both sides of the square, and when he saw the third gray-clothed elder wantonly killing the disciples of the Hengyue Sect, the nameless fire suddenly rushed to his head, and Sima Chuan once again swung his fist and rushed towards the two gray-clothed elders.

In fact, if he fought alone, none of the three elders of the Sword Sect would be able to defeat Sima Chuan. But the strength of these three people is that they have the same heart, and often an inconspicuous action in the eyes of others can instantly convey their respective meanings.

Just like the moment when Sima Chuan swung his fist just now, the gray-clothed elder on the left did not hesitate to punch in response, while the younger brother on the right turned his right hand into a palm and slapped Sima Chuan's chest.

It can be said that the tacit understanding of the cooperation between the two is amazing, and the cultivation of the two is not too much worse than Sima Chuan, how can the two of them work together to be defeated by Sima Chuan?

But the two of them didn't seem to have the intention of killing Sima Chuan with heavy injuries, and they were standing with Sima Chuan again at this moment, but they just trapped Sima Chuan and couldn't get out, and they didn't draw their swords to kill them.

Taking advantage of the fact that the two elders dragged Sima Chuan, Yu Zhongnan held the golden silk soft sword tightly in his right hand, looked at Ye Feng, who was motionless three meters in front of him, and walked over with his legs raised.

However, as soon as Yu Zhongnan stepped on the steps, a black knife slashed directly towards Yu Zhongnan with the sound of the wind.

The black light emitted by the black knife fell into the corner of Yu Zhongnan's eyes, he didn't look at who was fighting him, but just waved the golden silk soft sword in his right hand, and with a collision sound, the golden silk soft sword directly knocked the black knife away.

The huge impact force made Sima Yanru take a step back, and looked at the black knife in his hand that scattered light, and suddenly doubted whether this black knife was a pseudo-royal weapon.

The black knife is a pseudo-royal weapon, and the reason why it was knocked away by Yu Zhongnan's golden silk soft sword was because Sima Yanru's cultivation was still one section away from Yu Zhongnan.

The blow was shaken back, and the arrogant Sima Yanru was furious, and suddenly took two big steps to block in front of Yu Zhongnan, without saying a word, his vitality ran through his arms, and he picked up the black knife and cut down Zhongnan.

"Things that don't have a long memory, don't make you suffer a little, and you'll always have itchy skin."

Yu Zhongnan's cold eyes looked directly at Sima Yanru, and when the black knife came three inches above his head, Yu Zhongnan suddenly raised his hand and put the golden silk soft sword across his head, and the bell collided with the black knife again.

This time, Yu Zhongnan exerted eight points of strength, which shocked Sima Yanru's hands numb, and his arms trembled even more, and he stepped back three steps to Ye Feng's side.

Looking at Sima Yanru, whose face turned pale in an instant, Yu Zhongnan snorted sarcastically.

"Sima Yanru, you can't stop me. If you want to me off, I have stripped you of your hides today. ”

Yu Zhongnan's words were extremely ugly, and they didn't leave a trace of face for Sima Yanru at all.

This can make Sima Yanru half angry, snorting angrily and gasping a few times, holding the knife in his right hand and turning his left hand, waving his left hand at Yu Zhongnan, at the same time his right arm swung again, and the black knife slashed at Yu Zhongnan again.

Yu Zhongnan was stunned just now, wondering why Sima Yanru turned her left hand, when her left hand was waved towards herself, Yu Zhongnan's eyes flashed suddenly, and she stepped back five meters directly with a kick on her toes, during which the golden silk soft sword in her hand directly hit three black steel needles.

Before Zhong Nan could speak angrily, Sima Yanru, who followed closely, also came to him, waved the black knife and slashed it again.

"You stinky, you'll be hiding in a few days. I'll let you send it, let you send it. ”

If it weren't for Yu Zhongnan's sharp eyes just now, three poisonous needles would definitely hurt him at such a short distance.

At this moment, Yu Zhongnan was also angry in his heart, and kept stabbing Sima Yanru's left hand with a golden silk soft sword.

This time, Sima Yanru was very happy, and he kept using the black knife to block the golden silk soft sword, but because Yu Zhongnan's sword was too fast, he couldn't parry it at all and could only retreat.

When she was knocked back to the steps, Sima Yanru's eyes widened, and she retracted the knife with her right hand and flipped with her left hand to shoot out six poisonous needles again.

Don't look at Sima Yanru's ability to play hidden weapons, but the technique of sending hidden weapons is really not eye-catching, as if he has just learned it.

However, because the needle was poisonous, Yu Zhongnan did not dare to despise it, whenever Sima Yanru was repulsed, this woman would shoot out a few poisonous needles to make Yu Zhongnan retreat, and take this opportunity to rush out of the battle against Yu Zhongnan.

For a while, it was difficult for these two to distinguish between the winners and losers. However, if the battle continues for a long time, there is no suspense that Sima Yanru will be defeated.

Looking at Hengyue Square again, it has become a sea of corpses at this moment. The blood flowing from the corpse completely stained the bluestone floor, slowly flowing and spreading along the gap between the two bluestones.

As people continued to die, the three thousand disciples brought by Yu Zhongnan had all rushed into the Hengyue Sect. Don't look at the few disciples of the Sword Sect, but there is a late-stage chivalrous elder to help in the battle, and the number of casualties among the disciples of the Hengyue Sect exceeds that of the Sword Sect.

Sima Chuan, who was fighting with the two gray-clothed elders, was already sweating and panting at this time, staring viciously at the two of them unspeakably depressed.

This was the most breath-holding battle Sima Chuan had ever had, and the two gray-clothed men in front of him didn't hurt him at all, even if they gave him a punch and a slap from time to time, they didn't hurt his muscles and bones.

Although Sima Chuan was not seriously injured, the disciples of the Hengyue Sect were not so lucky, as the war lasted longer and longer, looking at the square of the Hengyue Sect, the number of dead disciples had reached about a thousand, and the Sword Sect only had more than 700 dead.

"Yu Zhongnan! Are you really planning to fight to the death with my Hengyue faction? Taking advantage of the respite, Sima Chuan roared at Yu Zhongnan.

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