The personal grievances of the big and small forces are in full swing, and the big gate faction has a lot of people, so they can still draw some people to rush over to Zhang Poxiao and the others.

Zuo Jun looked at the chaotic fight here and hated that iron could not become steel, but this was also a good time, he never thought that all walks of life could be ironclad, fighting early and fighting at night, this is unavoidable, fishing in troubled waters is the king.

He smiled, avoided the attack of the Tyrant Gate, stomped his feet and flew away.

Xu Tong, who dominated the Sword Gate, kept staring at him, and when he saw him fleeing without a fight, he went to grab the Sword of the Son of Heaven by himself, and roared angrily: "Don't fight, the Qingtian faction is going to get the Sword of the Son of Heaven alone, everyone stop!" ”

This voice was full of true anger, and it really roared to the horror of the ghosts.

As soon as the various forces saw it, the Qingtian faction took the lead, let go of their opponents, and galloped in the direction of Zhang Poxiao.

Zhang Poxiao saw that the crowd was not killing each other, but unanimously outward, ran towards them, took out a spear from behind, stuck the sword of the Son of Heaven diagonally at his waist, and put it in a posture.

Lie Shantong didn't hurry to take out the jade flute and put it to his mouth and blew it.

It is the sound killing of Guigumen: the warm spring thunder song.

This song is played like spring after a cold winter, and there are bursts of thunder in the blue sky, disturbing the heart, and several black-clothed people who rushed to it are bleeding to death, and some of them cover their ears with their hands, and roll on the ground and scream in pain.

The people with profound skills continued to rush unaffected, including Zuo Jun and Xu Tong, only to see him jump high, and his sword flashed with cold light and stabbed at Lie Shantong.

"It's good to come!" Zhang Poxiaohu roared, shook off his spear, and went to receive the attacking sword move.

The tip of the spear collided with the blade, and a caco-rattle, tooth-aching sound rang out, bringing out a string of sparks.

He was blocked with all his strength, and since he let him be entangled, he turned to attack Zhang Poxiao, and solved him first.

The two are equal in strength, and they are inseparable from each other.

Lieshan Tong increases his true qi, the tune is ethereal, and sometimes the spring is so sweet that people are drowsy; Sometimes the thunder is rolling, making people's hearts beat, and the continuous transformation of the two artistic conceptions makes the true qi run wildly, the heart veins flow backwards, and several people who are not skilled in martial arts have gone out of business and died.

This happened between the lightning and flint, and those affected by the sound of the flute did not dare to continue to move forward, but retreated to the unaffected place and stood, waiting for the opportunity to attack.

A few more people arrived in front of Zhang Poxiao, and he waved his spear to support him.

Now there are a total of five people attacking, namely the Qingtian faction's lonely swordsman Zuo Jun, the Badaomen Tianyi knife Xu Tong, the Xiaoyaolou heaven-level assassin Duan Jiangshou Han Fengling, the Wuyue Sanren Fan Zhexian, and the Neptune Island Red Sea Shark Zhao Xi.

These five people are highly skilled and not affected by Lieshantong's sound waves, and attacking together made Zhang Poxiao suffer a lot of losses, and he was hit many times on his body, if they hadn't all had the intention of catching alive and scruples about each other, several people would have cut off his head and snatched the sword of the Son of Heaven.

The situation is in crisis, Zhang Poxiao practiced the marksmanship of the Nine Soldiers Tianshu day and night, and the moves were wide open and closed, simplifying the complex, so he would not be defeated at half an hour with one enemy, and he could deal with it for a long time and finally could not escape the fate of defeat.

The other five people are also secretly frightened, this person is not simple, he is young and has killed the five masters, and this person can't stay.

With this thought, several people no longer kept their hands and attacked with all their might.

Seeing that the lord was in distress, Lieshan Tong put down the jade flute, pinched the trick with both hands, and said softly: "You also come to taste the Eighteen Sen Luo Hall of Guigu Gate!" ”

As he spoke, a pitch-black mist emanated from the ground, and the five shouted, "Run, poisonous gas." ”

The five of them threw down Zhang Poxiao and fled in a hurry, but the black mist caught up with them and surrounded them inside, as if they had wisdom.

Those who stood in the distance saw that the seven were trapped in a cloud of mist, and they could not see what was going on inside.

These people were still a little lost in their hearts just now, a group of people let one person suppress, and they couldn't even run in front of them, which was really embarrassing, but now they saw that several people were covered by a strange black fog, and they were all a little gloating, and no one was willing to leave and stood quietly, waiting to pick up the leak.

The masters are all inside, and the group outside remembers each other that the enemy is on the side, and after glaring at each other, the situation escalates, and the group fights again.

To the south of town, it's a different story.

On a small hillside to the south, the old beggar sat on the branch of a big tree, leaned his back against the trunk, took off the gourd and drank wine, grabbed a handful of melon seeds in his hand, and ate it comfortably.

He had a small broken hat on his head, and his silver-white messy hair hung down his shoulders, but there was something black stuck to his beard and hair, and his hair was often unwashed, all greasy, and some of it was stuck together to make it look like a small dreadlock.

His face was covered with dirt and wrinkles like furrows, but his eyes were very attentive and seemed to be able to see through everything. Such an old man standing on the street would think that he was a miserable old flower, who would have thought that he was a beggar of the gods?

With a whoosh, an object flew towards the big tree he was sitting on, and the old beggar didn't look at it, but raised his hand and waved: "Go away." ”

The flying thing turned around and went back the way it came, snapping into a wide hand, which turned out to be a paper fan.

"It's always called Hua, you brought a few of us here, it wasn't to watch you drink and eat melon seeds, right?"

The one who spoke was an old man with crane hair and a childish face, his white eyebrows and sideburns, his eyes were blazing, his hair was like a halberd, he was wearing a white Taoist robe, he was holding a dust whisk in his left hand, a paper fan in his right hand, and a pine pattern ancient sword behind his back.

He is Yu Qingzi, the elder of the Qingtian Sect, and he also has the identity of the master of the Qingyin swordsman who was abolished by Gu Jinghong in Beauty Mountain.

"Yuqing old monster, just come here, and put on a master's appearance, it looks really eye-catching, and as soon as you make a move, you throw out the free fan, do you want to dismantle my old bones?"

The old beggar glanced at Yu Qingzi, covered the wine jug, clapped his hands, shook off the melon seed shell on his clothes, jumped off the tree, and landed on the ground as lightly as a feather.

Yu Qingzi's eyes shrank, and he thought in his heart: This old man's kung fu is getting deeper and deeper.

With a calm face, he said with a straight face: "This fan of mine is okay to deal with ordinary people, but it can't deal with you, let's say, what is the reason for calling us over, except for the Sword of the Son of Heaven, we are bound to win, and we will sell you face for other things." ”

The old man smiled and said, "Ouch, this is really a coincidence, I am here today for the Son of Heaven Sword, you all go back." ”

“……”

Yu Qingzi's Dao heart for hundreds of years showed signs of instability, he took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said slowly: "Old Hua, we admire you as a person, and we don't want to be your enemy, the beggar gang and our Qingtian faction have no grudges, and you don't want unpleasant things to happen between the two factions because of this, right?" ”

"I've always called Hua no longer a member of the beggar gang, they still can't be controlled by me, and I can't manage it, besides, your Qingtian faction is not preparing to unify Beihan County, I heard that the rudder of the beggar gang has been wiped out by you several times, if it's unpleasant, it's not bad for me, right?" The old beggar scoffed.

"You..... In this case, if you are offended, let our brothers meet your Hongchen Dao. Yu Qingzi shook her head and stood aside with her hands down.

A breeze blew in the air, blowing the old beggar's hair.

The old beggar turned around, turned his hands into claws, and his true qi erupted, and a flame ignited in his hand, and then the flame changed into a turquoise wooden stick.

He grabbed the stick in his right hand and slashed it into the air, with a bang, as if tearing the air apart, and a vacuum black hole appeared for a moment.

A small black sword suddenly appeared in the place of the vacuum, slashing around the vacuum like a swimming dragon, and jumped away as if it was injured as soon as it touched it, and flew into the hands of a person with a buzzing sound.

A Taoist priest dressed in black appeared, his face was purple, he was seven feet tall, and he held the sword in his hand.