Under the cunning moonlight, the masked man stood up with a flute in his hand, and behind the mask, a pair of sharp eyes had no temperature, like stars all over the sky, brilliant and cold.

"Admiral Leng Qingtang of Dongchang...... Hehe, now that you are really more and more nosy, are the common people entertaining themselves, admiring the moon and playing the flute, and also committed any royal law? ”

Leng Qingtang smiled lightly, and his thin eyebrows and eyes concealed a cold and sharp edge:

"Enjoying the moon and making the flute is an elegant thing, but Your Excellency is the first to play tricks with your skills, and you have entered the forbidden place of the palace to steal the dragon crown and dragon robe, and it is difficult to escape the responsibility of violating the national law, and it is inevitable to go to the East Factory to go to the East Factory."

Li Han's gaze quickly swept over the fifty or so dark guards in front of him, and his lips under the Xuantie mask pursed and laughed lightly:

"Lord Leng, it's a shame that you didn't bring too many secret guards. Otherwise, you will suffer heavy casualties in a while, but your sins will be gone. ”

Zhao Wouji's eyebrows were tightly locked, his tiger eyes were heavy, his face was serious, he pulled out the ghost head machete, and while his eyes were as sharp as nails, he said to Leng Qingtang:

"Overseer, let's come!"

Leng Qingtang smiled slightly, and said in a low voice:

"Be careful."

"Yes. Brethren, up! ”

The guards drew their swords in response.

Immediately, "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh", countless silver rays swept through the ups and downs of the night. A powerful whirlwind was generated from the uniform drawing of the knife, rolling up the many small and sharp stones on the hill, and mercilessly rounding the masked man.

Leng Qingtang stayed out of the way, watching his men swing their swords and rush forward, locking the target within the range of their attack.

The masked man flew straight up, his cloak spinning rapidly in the encirclement of the attack. Where the iron palm was raised, several people had already fallen to the ground with punches. Then there was a muffled "bang, bang" a few times, and a number of dark guards flew out.

Behind them, dozens of secret guards rushed forward like a tide, and soon they heard the wailing in pieces, which was extremely tragic, and more than a dozen people were kicked by the masked man's palms, and their bodies fell to the ground in confusion.

Zao Wou-ki's gaze changed, and he realized that this mask man had a profound foundation in internal strength, and he was just placing his attack power on the big hem and sleeves of Xuanyu, and using the long hem and sleeves as weapons to attack the enemy.

Zao Wou-Ki held up the Ghost Head Knife and shouted:

"Set up a formation, three doors in the sky and four households!"

The three secret guards all stood up with their carps standing up, and in an instant, they lined up a formation, resembling a long winding dragon, echoing each other from afar, and actually swept the masked man into the formation.

The secret guards huddled together, embroidered spring knives flew in all directions, countless white blades tumbled and rolled, and the heat waves were waves, and their speed was like lightning flashing stars.

The masked man seemed stunned, he had never seen such a strange array. I didn't have time to think about it, I was busy elbowing and resisting the attack.

Because he was an important criminal involved in the case, the Overseer had already ordered that he could only be captured alive, so the secret guards had to guard against being injured by their own people's blades while recruiting a dead hand.

The masked man is different, he didn't take the slightest care when he shot, just punched and kicked three punches and four kicks. And he is a master, so within a moment, in the shock, a number of secret guards were injured and fell.

Seeing that the formation was messy, Zao Wou-Ki stopped drinking outside the formation:

"The landlord is in danger and open!"

As soon as the words fell, the purple queue changed treacherously, like a large snail with a round activity, rotating in a clockwise direction, faster and faster, and the formation became tighter and tighter.

The masked man's face was slightly horrified, and he felt dazzled by the moving crowd.

If you want to come to Dongchang, Fanzi's martial arts are not bad, and the secret guard is the master among the masters.

At this time, they were able to fiddle with such a mysterious formation in front of his eyes, which showed that the strength of the East Factory led by Leng Qingtang was extraordinary.

When he sighed secretly, the masked man twisted his flexible and delicate body, dodging from side to side, retreating from his hips, and falling high and low. With a sharp swing of his left palm and a flute in his right hand, he was once caught in a bitter battle.

The array followed Zao Wou-ki's command, changing formations from time to time, and even at the moment when the masked man took off, the dark guards also rose into the air, stepping on the shoulders of their companions and rising high, stunned to not give the opponent a gap to escape.

This set of formations was originally created by Zheng Guogong Zheng Ran, who was known as the "undefeated god of war".

Because of his preference for the study of Qimen Dunjia, in reference to the ancient military formations of the long snake formation, the Wolong formation, the ten-sided ambush formation, etc., and combined with the principle of the nine palace gossip to restrain each other, the original military formation was named "Jiangtai Nine Rounds Formation".

After this formation, the former overseer of Dongchang, Bian Moqi and Leng Qingtang, improved, the formation can be large or small, can be dispersed or turned into one, and it is even more infinitely changing, killing the enemy invisibly.

After fighting in the queue for a long time, he couldn't advance or retreat, and the masked people's hearts were on fire. Suddenly, a vicious wind chased after him.

The masked man dodged the slight lag, and the moment he turned his body was cut by an embroidered spring knife. There was a faint tearing sound of his shirt on his left chest, and it was this small movement that fell on the masked man's ears, making him furious.

I saw him step on the top of the head of a dark guard, and use his strength to make his body rise in the air. With a twist, he raised his flute horizontally, lips to mouth.

"It's not good, let's disperse—"

Leng Qingtang has been watching the battle intently, and he doesn't realize that he is secretly sweating for his subordinates.

Nearly 100 dark guards fought hard for a long time, and it was only on that person's clothes...... Got a cut?

The moment he saw the masked man raising his flute, Leng Qingtang realized that the danger was imminent, and it was too late to shout a warning.

Under the heavenly dome, a flute sound flowed in the air, and this song was slow and untoned, like a cry, like a gentle night wind, sweeping out to the wilderness in all directions.

Suddenly, the three formations were scattered, and the secret guards fell to the ground one after another, like drugged flies. Some people hugged their heads and wailed, some people rolled around, and some people vomited blood, all of them looked embarrassed and in pain.

"Wuji back off!"

When Leng Qingtang spoke, he had already pulled out a soft sword from his waist, and when he shook his hand, the soft and curly sword body became a straight and sharp weapon.

Leng Qingtang is extremely protective of his subordinates, as long as he does not make a big mistake in the precepts, Leng Qingtang will not embarrass them.

Now seeing that they were beaten by this ruthless masked man, as the overseer of a factory, he would not sit idly by.

Flying forward, Leng Qingtang danced the long sword in his hand a few feet away from the masked man.

On the hill and among the grass and trees, only the sword flowers can be seen, such as silver flowers blooming between heaven and earth, thousands of wisps of life, infinitely close to the enemy.

For a moment, the air became extremely sharp, as if countless invisible blades had been born, cutting people's skin in pain.

The masked man only felt that his breath was suffocating, and he looked at the opponent's swordsmanship, which was exquisite, and he swayed like a cloud and water, and there was no flaw at all.

The cold light shimmered in front of him, and the sky and the ground were spread down. The sword aura was fierce, and it pressed the masked man with an overwhelming momentum, and it was like a stormy wave rolling out of thin air, shaking the person's body, like a lonely boat about to be shattered in the angry tide.

Within the thousands of meters where the sword qi expanded, the grass and trees broke by themselves, and the crisp cracking sound of "bang, pop" was endless, and in an instant, the gale was blowing and the thick clouds were rolling, like a sign of the collapse of heaven and earth, and its momentum was irresistible.

The sound of the flute disappeared, and the masked man's body seemed to be pushed sideways by gravity. And he looked at a tree a few feet away, and hurriedly staggered to point the trunk on the tip of his toe to stabilize his body.

Leng Qingtang collected his sword, and his sideburns were slightly sweaty. But I secretly admired in my heart, this mysterious person is really good at kung fu-

He knew that the reason why he had just made his subordinates collapse was that the masked man used a "sound kill" when he was blowing the song!

The so-called sound killing means that the masked man condenses his internal force into the flute sound, and when the internal force is played, it will come out of the flute sound, injuring people or taking people's lives from a hundred feet away.

The reason why the secret guards were mourning endlessly and spitting blood was that they were caught by the opponent's sound killing, which caused the muscles and veins to be damaged and the qi and blood to flow backwards.

Although Leng Qingtang does not understand the rhythm of music, he has profound internal skills and excellent swordsmanship. In order to break the mask man's sound kill and rescue his subordinates, he danced his sword with the situation to control three points of internal force, fought poison with poison, confronted internal force with internal force, and finally cracked the mask man's sound killing.

"Admiral Dongchang, his swordsmanship is superb, and it is true that the rumors are true."

The masked man landed lightly, his feet on the grass without making a sound.

Leng Qingtang smiled happily when he saw it, and a treacherous essence flashed in his phoenix eyes:

"Your Excellency is not weak, since you and I practice martial arts are sympathetic, why don't you go to Dongchang with Leng and learn again?"

"Hahahaha......"

The masked man looked up to the sky and laughed:

"You hold me first, and then talk about anything else."

Leng Qingtang's complexion sank, and he hugged his sword and said:

"Offended!"

The two of them flew upwards together, hovering in the air with their light figures, fighting each other in one place.

In order to avoid the strong impact force generated when the two internal forces collided with each other, Zao Wou-Ki and the dark guards had just dispersed to safety.

They all know that the Overseer has a deep inner connotation, and when fighting against the enemy, ordinary people are not allowed to get close, and it is a small matter to be accidentally injured by the sword qi, and it is a big matter to support the Overseer.

Now seeing that the two are officially fighting, these people have not forgotten their own safety, and they have come to watch the battle, and no one wants to miss this unprecedented and wonderful duel.

Aerial grappling, because it has lost no support on the ground, people's flaws in one move and one style are the most numerous.

The Overseer and the Masked Man are suspended in the air, and every move is made with ease, without the slightest flaw.

Hundreds of rounds have passed in an instant, and the two who are evenly matched have not won or lost.

Thousands of sword flowers are scattered in the air, the sky is cold, and the sword shadows are all over the sky.

The masked man was unhurried, and his right hand raised the Ugin flute to attack. Colorful dragons dance in the sky, shuttling between swords.

A loud bang was deafening and shocking. Where the two blades wanted to connect, I saw the demon light blooming, and in the thousands of colors, the masked man used the powerful deterrent power to jump out of the air a few feet.

Leng Qingtang's body fell sharply.

There were bursts of chanting, and the people under his men were stunned, and they looked at it intently.

saw Leng Qingtang do a somersault, and when he was a few feet above the ground, he stabbed the ground with his sword, his body flew up again, and he raised his sword and struck at the opponent.

The masked man swept the black gold flute, the gold and iron intersected again, and the dragon's roar resounded in the sky.

The eyebrows were dark, Leng Qingtang's left palm came out horizontally, and the left palm of the mask man on the opposite side was also slapped out, and the action was as fast as lightning.

The moment the palms collided, the two forces stirred each other, both sides felt that their arms were sore, their chests were dull, and their bodies were no longer self-controlled.

At this moment, a gust of yin wind suddenly poured out from the side of the woods, and with a "sass", three dark nails chased the masked man in the wind.

The masked man instantly flew with his right hand, and wielding the flute was a few moves.

After three crisp sounds, the white light turned in a frightening way, changing direction through the flute frame, and firmly nailed into the trunk of a tree five meters away next to the masked man, and arranged vertically.

The spectators were stunned and waited with bated breath. I saw that from the source of the dark nail, Lu Qiange rushed over.

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