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The young man slid a step to the left, his body turned in a semicircle, and his right arm swung diagonally at will, his movements flowing gracefully and chicly.

The broken knife is like possessing the hand, the blade follows the shape, the dark blue light flame shines in the blood-red sunlight of the dawn, like a huge firefly flying lightly in the willow forest, the willow branches are soft, the willow leaves are delicate, the dark blue firefly shadow is hidden behind the leaves, or appears in the soft branches, where it passes, leaving a trace of strange and evil light and shadow, like a beautiful arc of intertwined blue and shining, woven into a dark blue satin, enveloping the three-person team. It is the fifth style of the oblique moon knife method, "the cool moon is like an eyebrow hanging in the willow bay".

I saw that the three three-person teams were already in a different place, lying in a pool of blood.

Everyone didn't see how the knife in the young man's hand was swung out and how he was killed, but they felt that the fireflies in front of them were dizzying, and everything was like lightning and stone fire, and it disappeared in a flash. The blood-colored sky light and the blue flame of the broken knife reflect each other, and the blade cloak is like a heavenly sound, and the killing intent is ethereal, as if all things in heaven and earth are dissolved in the rise and fall of the knife, and finally, it turns into the silence of "the sound of the pot leaking will dry up, and the flame of the window lamp has dimmed".

Oh, the faint blue light disappeared in an arc with the young man's body.

"Good knife technique!"

"What a handsome knife technique!"

"Beautiful!"

The soldiers of Beigong were stunned. The rebels woke up in astonishment, and burst into thunderous cheers.

The shadow of the knife is like the wind, graceful like a swimming dragon, and the posture is like a pine, like a frightening flood.

The young man stood with his sword upright, and his flowing posture moved, like a dance, giving people a chic and handsome beauty. In the splash of blood, the sword is shining, the iron-blooded sky, the iron-clad cold sand, the youthful face always cherishes the old, but it is difficult to hide the loneliness.

Duo'er and Chun Yu Tiying and other women were stunned when they boarded,—— "Zhu's light body stands with a crane, if it will fly but not fly." If you are in the group, you will know the extraordinary instrument. ”

Those black-clothed armor soldiers were angry for a while, holding swords, you look at me, I look at you, they are all sluggish, and the military spirit is frustrated.

The young man didn't care, as if nothing had happened, he casually carried the broken knife in his hand, and ignored the black-clothed armor soldiers, turned around, took off the poplar leaf on the side of his mouth, held it in the palm of his hand, hugged his fist to Lao Meizi and the others, and said loudly, "In Xia Fanxiang, passing by here, I saw that you and others were fighting desperately with the devils of the Beigong, and they all came to be righteous soldiers, and that was my friend." You are willing to help me, kill all the devil soldiers here, and avenge our friends and relatives!"

Lao Meizi and the others fell to death, there was no idea of survival, and they were all overjoyed when they suddenly encountered strong reinforcements, and they were busy clasping their fists and saluting, and said loudly: "I would like to listen to the dispatch of the Sanskrit." ”

The pig demon laughed, walked to Fan Xiang in a few steps, looked at Fan Xiang's face, patted Fan Xiang on the shoulder affectionately, and said happily: "Little, little brother is so handsome, good, so handsome, old brother I, I, I don't like it, no, it's terrible, in the future, let's, let's, let's be close! I'm a pig, a pig, a pig, a pig is strong, call me old, and the old pig can do it." This is the Exquisite City Lord Mei, Mei Lingfeng Mei, Brother Mei, our brothers, brothers will be more in the future, more, more close, haha!"

"Okay, Brother Pig, Brother Mei, big brothers, we are comrades-in-arms in today's battle! Now, I want to ask Brother Pig and Brother Mei to bring a hundred people each, and form a combat squad for every three people, divided into two wings behind me, I will attack if I let me attack, I will retreat if I let me retreat, and the rest of the personnel will follow behind me, no need to attack, only protect the wounded and women. Do you have any comments?"

"Okay, we will obey the orders of Brother Fan!" replied Lao Meizi, Pig Jianqiang and everyone in unison.

"You look down on women, why do we women have to be protected?" Mei Duoer stood up from behind Aunt Mei, blushed, and snorted.

Fan Xiang turned her head and saw that it was a young girl, her face was handsome and handsome, although her face was sleepy and pale, but there was a faint hint of heroic spirit between her eyebrows. Then his face turned grim, and he bowed to the girl, and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean ......."

"What are you not, then what do you mean?" said Mei Duoer stomped her foot hatefully, and snorted angrily.

"I, I mean ......"

"Hahaha, okay, okay, little brother Fanxiang, there is no need to explain. Don't mess around, Duo'er!" laughed loudly.

"Dad, how can people mess around!" Mei Duoer pursed her lips and said to Fan Xiang, "Hmph, you bully others, you are a bad person! Hmph, I'll see if I care about you in the future!"

The soldiers surrounded the crowd, and the cavalry squadron outside the camp saw that a strong enemy was coming, and they also joined the killing field, rushing back and forth in the surrounding area, and the momentum was quite strong.

The blue-faced general named Bojie was holding the long-pole eight-edged purple gold hammer at this time, riding a black horse, and slowly walked over to Fan Xiang and the others, stopped at ten steps, and shouted: "Wu Na boy, don't you want to die? Dare to come and challenge my Beigong army, can you resist the thunder of our army?...... Surrender quickly, spare you from dying. ”

"Yes, if you are thunder, then I am violent!" Fan Xiang put the leaf in his hand to his mouth again, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and his slender eyes were half-open, full of evil ruffians, and said lazily.

The commander of the thousand, the general, continued, "Get out of here, Lao Tzu will spare you from death." ”

Fan Xiang no longer paid attention to the commander, turned to Lao Meizi and the others and said, "Let's rush over in three ways and attack the middle lane led by this commander together." Brother Mei led a hundred people to kill from the left, and Brother Pig led a hundred people to kill from the right, and the enemy's soldiers on both wings were in short contact to prevent the enemy chariot from raiding, but not to fight, Mei Gu and others followed the juniors from the middle road to thunder and kill, and directly took the head of the army. ”

At this time, there were three teams of Beigong men and horses standing in the black pressure outside the battlefield, and the commander of the thousand commanders led a pair of cavalry to stand in front of the Chinese army, and the two teams of infantry surrounded the two wings of the battlefield, and the ranks were neat, and each team had more than 100 people.

Fan Xiang slashed the broken knife in the air, the blue flame flickered, buzzed, and shouted, "Kill!" The first to rush towards the enemy's middle route army, his body shook, and he went straight to the commander to kill.

Everyone had a strong leader at this time, all of them were excited, and the momentum was great, and they couldn't wait to kill the devils immediately, and when they saw that Fan Xiang had already entered the enemy formation, they shouted one by one, and followed Fan Xiang into the formation.

Fan Xiangshi unleashed the oblique moon knife technique, the knife was extremely powerful, and none of the Beigong servant sergeants could block his sword, but seeing his slender figure interspersing among the people, he slashed in the east and split in the west, and in an instant, more than a dozen black-clothed armor soldiers died under his broken knife. Everyone followed behind him and took advantage of the situation to attack, and the formation of the enemy's mid-lane sergeants gradually became scattered. Seeing that the situation was not good, the infantry on both flanks joined forces to encircle and kill.

Mei Lingfeng and Zhu Jianqiang saw the situation, divided into attack the enemy's two wings, and moved closer to the middle while fighting.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the thousand-armed commander Bojie grabbed the eight-edged purple gold hammer to meet the enemy and blocked Fanxiang. After three moves, Fanxiang launched the oblique moon knife technique, and the more he fought, the more courageous he became, and the knife attacked. Na Bojie was originally a commander under the account of Murong Ke, the general of the Beigong Palace, and ranked thirty-second on the list of fierce generals of the Beigong Servant Legion, and he was very good at kung fu and martial arts. Now he was sent to the Western Route Army, leading this thousand-strong team to clear the passage leading to the underworld in the Western Regions of the other world, so as to ensure that the other servant armies in the future would successfully join the underworld.

There were more than 400 devil cavalry and infantry in total, and there was no pressure to completely annihilate this righteous army of only 300 people, but because of Fanxiang's half-way killing, they actually fought for a while. At this time, everyone in the rebel army let go of the killing, everyone was high-spirited, there was no psychological barrier when facing the enemy, and the shots were all killing moves, and the devil sergeant was seriously killed and injured in an instant.

Bo Jie was extremely angry, bang three hammers, the hammer only hit Fan Xiang's face, Fan Xiang used the broken knife to perform the oblique moon knife technique, after all, he was not very good, and was forced to take a step back, Bo Jie followed with a fierce hammer, and smashed it down with his head and brain. Fan Xiang broke the knife and walked diagonally, a little on the purple gold hammer, and used the ninth style of the oblique moon knife method "the heart follows the bright moon to Hu Tian", to take him away from the purple gold hammer.

When the old man traveled between the stars, when he returned to the earth through the moon, he found that the mutual attraction between the earth and the moon was also very strong, and in the middle of each month, some of the earth's rivers and bays produced a very strong tidal force, so he created this set of knife techniques according to the law of the moon and the tide. The knife method is mainly sharpened, as well as stabbing, splitting, pointing, hanging, teasing, picking, etc., pay attention to the agility and elegance of many changes, therefore, the oblique moon knife method is also known as the oblique moon eighteen knives, the knife urges people to get old.

Bo Jie, who is one of the most important figures in the Beigong Servant Army, can be regarded as a good hand, he is naturally powerful, and his magical skills are excellent. At this time, the purple gold hammer felt the sticky force on the opponent's knife, so he shouted, and a fierce arm force rebounded out, and when there was a sound, the broken knife intersected with the golden hammer and rebounded out.

Fanxiang broke the knife was bounced away, but did not retreat to avoid it, a long whistle, the elegant figure flashed, jumped up, the blade crossed an arc, bullied closer, from an incredible angle, backhand oblique split, using the twelfth style of the oblique moon knife method "night chant should feel the moonlight cold", the cold mang, lightning and stars fly, a knife pushed up.

Bo Jie's hand suddenly felt light, and the heavy eight-edged purple gold hammer hammer head had been cut diagonally by the broken knife, split in half, the blade was unabated, and the blue light flashed, followed by half of Bo Jie's head, and was also flattened by this broken knife that flashed with a faint blue plasma flame.

Fan Xiang stepped over with an arrow, lifted half of the head of Bo Jie, stepped on the black horse, took off the poplar leaf on the side of his mouth, threw it away, whistled in his mouth, and galloped back and forth among the armies in the middle of the fight, and shouted loudly: "Listen to the soldiers of the Beigong Army, I am Fan Xiang, the warrior of the Doutian, your general is dead, and the rest of the people will live if they descend, and those who do not surrender will die!" The voice came from afar, breaking the solemn atmosphere of the battlefield.

The sergeants on both sides stopped their hands and looked at Fanxiang, only to see Fanxiang riding a black horse, holding the head of the Bojie high, and his god was majestic.

The soldiers of the rebels cheered in unison. Several people rushed to the camp of the Chinese army and waved their knives to cut down the banner of Beigong.

The generals of the Beigong servant army saw that the commander of the thousand commanders had died, and the dragons had no leader, and saw that Fanxiang was in the midst of the thousands of troops, slashing the main general, like a god coming to earth, so the fighting spirit was suddenly discharged, and they all retreated, and threw their blades to the ground.

A lieutenant general in black robe and iron armor shouted: "I am Wei Shan, the general of Jingwei, I am willing to surrender and follow the Doutian warriors to resist." ”

When the sergeants of the Beigong servant army heard this, they all gathered around the adjutant general named Wei Shan.

Some people in the rebel army hated the devil soldiers very much, and they wielded their knives and killed them, with blades everywhere and limbs and heads flying. The rest of the rebels, who had already retreated, rushed to fight again, and it became a situation where the sword-wielding slaughtered the bare-handed. The devil's surrender army was in chaos, and the surrendering sergeant of Beigong, who reacted quickly, picked up his weapon again and joined the battle group, and in an instant, another seventeen or eighteen people were killed under the sword and gun.

The morning sun was about to rise in the east, and the hazy light shone on the remains of the ground, and the morning breeze blew slowly, bloody and faint, with a bit of desolation and horror.