Dongfang Shuo no longer has a funny side, but a cold and evil spirit. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The appearance is very cold, and people dare not look at his gaze.

However, this is only for ordinary people, and a master like Dong Zhongshu will not have any discomfort.

"I'm coming, tell your men to attack!" Dongfang Shuo said coldly. It seems that everything is so insignificant.

Dong Zhongshu is really a little unaccustomed to this kind of Dongfang Shuo, the contrast is too great.

Shaking his head, Dong Zhongshu was not entangled in this. Instead, he turned to Qin Xian'er and said:

"Lord Qin, let's do it!"

Qin Xian'er had only heard of Dongfang Shuo, and she didn't pay attention to it on weekdays.

Now I was only surprised in my heart, and at the same time I was in awe of Emperor Wu of Han. But what to do now and what not to do, she understood, and immediately let the outer disciples of her Le Yu take the lead.

"Attack Sword Forge City, go!" With Qin Xian'er's order, thousands of people immediately flocked to the mountain gate of Sword Peak.

There are only a few dozen Sword Casting City disciples here, as well as Shi Weixia, the master of the Reverse Sword Sect, and the five elders.

Seeing this group of people rushing up, Shi Weixia frowned, these people are all cannon fodder, and their own strength is not strong, but it can consume their physical strength, so that they can't face the next real master.

Qin Xian'er, Wang Yuchun, Dong Zhongshu, Dongfang Shuo, the Twelve Music Owners, and the Twenty Eagle Yangwei did not make any moves, but stood in place.

On the other side, Jin Fugui and Condensed Blood glanced at each other, then looked at the people around them and said:

"Let's go, everybody! Otherwise, there will be no share of the distribution of benefits at that time! "It was Jin Fugui who spoke. Businessmen chase profits, and they will not make a move without benefits.

However, as a famous master in Yuedi, Jin Fugui will not do cannon fodder things, and someone will do these things.

Suddenly, no one complained, took the initiative to draw his weapon, and rushed towards the mountain gate of Sword Casting City.

Nearly 4,000 people, but all of them were rabble.

There are less than 100 people left in the same place, and these people are all self-proclaimed masters.

The disciples guarding the mountain gate in Sword Casting City were sweating on their heads. There were only sixty-four of them now, plus the six in front of them were obviously friendly helpers, but they were still at a huge disadvantage.

Suddenly, Shi Weixia moved, holding a sword in his left hand, kicked under his feet, and turned into an afterimage and rushed into the crowd.

Suddenly, the screams continued, the stump and severed arms kept falling, and the blood kept splashing.

"Nine Swords of Rebellion" is most suitable for group battles, because the sword moves based on the nine styles will become more cumbersome and more powerful due to the increase of opponents.

For the rabble, Shi Weixia is like a tiger entering the sheepfold, harvesting one-sidedly.

It's a pity that there is only one person, and more people have already rushed to the mountain gate.

At the entrance of the steps of the mountain gate, five Reverse Sword Gate elders stood in a staggered manner, forming a formation.

"Reverse the Five Elements Killing Array!" Seeing the movements of the five people, Dong Zhongshu spoke.

"What kind of formation is this?" Qin Xian'er hadn't heard of it, so she asked curiously.

"This was originally one of the formations in the army, and it was originally a Five Elements Killing Formation! With the cooperation of one team, the combat power can be increased by at least five times! And against the Five Elements Killing Formation, it is the opposite, not to increase one's own body, but to reduce the strength of the surrounding enemies, as long as you step into the range of the formation, the strength will be reduced by one to fifty percent! But the Five Elements Killing Array has disappeared for hundreds of years, otherwise why would my great man endure humiliation for decades! Dong Zhongshu explained. This information is known through a scroll of bamboo slips handed down in the Spring and Autumn Period.

"Then it looks like we're going to do it early!" Dongfang Shuo said.

Immediately, he no longer stood in place, pulled out the saber at his waist, and killed Shi Weixia.

The twenty eagle guards also drew their swords, and all rushed to the mountain gate, and they would too.

Qin Xian'er also sent the twelve orchestra owners to support.

Suddenly, twelve mysterious women came to the back of everyone and began to play.

Immediately afterwards, the people who were cannon fodder found themselves full of strength, and at the same time, they were fearless in their hearts, their blood was boiling, and they rushed towards the mountain gate one by one without fear of life and death.

Around the five elders, more than two hundred people had died, but there were still many opponents, and thousands of people would be tired if they were left standing to kill.

Moreover, their formation can only reduce the strength of this group of people now, mainly because they are affected by the sound waves of the twelve orchestra owners.

Shi Weixia has already fought with Dongfang Shuo, and the collision of knives and swords is sonorous.

However, the Hip Man has the upper hand.

"Nine Swords Against Chaos" is weird and tricky, making it difficult for Dongfang Shuo to find flaws.

Because he is not familiar, he has to spend time looking for flaws in his moves, and only when he finds flaws, Dongfang Shuo has the ability to kill with one hit. This is also Dongfang Shuo's knife path.

Let's not talk about it here, in the sword pool.

The red glass crystal stick has absorbed enough heaven and earth vitality, and it is gradually shining brightly and full of aura.

The Divine Soldier is complete, but it is ownerless.

"Red phosphorus! Come forward and confess the Lord! Ouyeel Bailian suddenly spoke.

Suddenly, a middle-aged strong man with a steady expression walked up. This person is the grandson of Ouyeel Bailian, Ouyeel Red Phosphorus. For this day, each generation of the Ouyee family will choose a junior with a very high talent in stick to practice the stick method. In this generation, Ouyeel red phosphorus is very lucky.

Although he is usually a steady person, he is very excited now. However, he still maintained a steady posture.

Ouyeel Red Phosphorus stepped forward and came to the edge of the sword pool. Turned his head to look at his grandfather, Ou Ye Bailian.

"Go ahead!" Ouyeel Bailian showed an encouraging look and said.

So, Ouyeel Red Phosphorus adjusted his mood, jumped into the air, and grabbed towards the divine soldier.

At this time, at the foot of the mountain, all the disciples of Sword Casting City had died, and the five Reverse Sword Sect elders who were blocking the mountain gate were already the last one left, and the remaining four were already dead.

The only elder had his limbs broken, and the one who cut off his limbs was condensed blood.

"The old man should have slept on the ground! Don't thank me! With that, he severed the neck of the last elder.

Looking at the corpses around him, the people who were cannon fodder had consumed more than a thousand people, and the ground was full of blood foam and pieces of minced meat.

The rich smell of blood makes the condensed blood feel refreshed.

"This smell is really delicious!" Speaking of this, the condensed blood stuck out of his tongue and **** the blood stains on the knife.

The people around him suddenly shuddered, and the madness in their hearts disappeared.

Qin Xian'er looked at this, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Disgusting man!" said unhappily in his heart. She won't say it, now she is just at the foot of the Sword Forge City Mountain, and she hasn't completed the task yet, and this group of people still needs to be used.

And the duel between Shi Weixia and Dongfang Shuo, the result is already clear. That is the defeat of Dongfang Shuo.

Dongfang Shuo's body was full of sword marks, although there was no fatal injury, but in the fight of the moves, Dongfang Shuo was defeated, and even the knife in his hand was only half left.

Throwing away the remnant blade, Dongfang Shuo opened his mouth and asked:

"Your sword is a good sword, what's the name?"

Shi Weixia only has Dongfang Shuo in his eyes now, and he doesn't care about the death of the elders in the sect, as long as he doesn't die.

In his opinion, Dongfang Shuo's weapons were all cut off by him, so he had to let him fish and meat.

So I still kindly answered Dongfang Shuo's question.

"The name of the sword is reversed! Cast by the divine craftsman Ou Yezi, although it is not a divine soldier, it has surpassed the quality of most swords in the world! Shi Weixia was still very proud in his tone.

Hearing this, Dongfang Shuo smiled.

"Haha! It turns out that it is not a divine soldier, since this is the case, then you can go and die! Do you think you really caused the scars on my body? It's just that I deliberately suffered it, I didn't expect your swordsmanship to be powerful, but I really don't agree with the power! Speaking of which, Dongfang Shuo has no initial decline.

With his backhand, he grabbed the box behind him in front of him, opened it violently, and suddenly a blazing golden light gushed out of the box.

Shi Weixia couldn't help but close his eyes slightly.

At this moment, a golden sword appeared.

Shi Weixia could only block the sword in his hand in front of him.

"Puff~!" A circle of blood appeared on Shi Weixia's neck, and blood continued to overflow. And Dongfang Shuo had already arrived behind him.

Dongfang Shuo was already holding a golden long knife in his hand, and the whole knife was completely natural, without any traces of artificial tempering.

This is the ancient god soldier Ming Hong Sword, which is formed by the leftover materials of the Xuanyuan Sword.

The sword in Shi Weixia's hand was broken, and his sanity was still there.

"What a fast knife, what a sharp blade! What knife? Shi Weixia asked.

"Ancient Divine Soldier - Ming Hong Sword! If you can die under the gods, you will not be in vain! Dongfang Shuo said.

Immediately, Shi Weixia's head fell to the ground, and his entire body also fell to the ground.

Taking a deep breath, Dongfang Shuo looked at the hand holding the handle of the knife and suddenly smiled bitterly.

I saw that the hand holding the Ming Hong knife had been pierced by the golden spikes, and the blood in the hand was constantly absorbed by the Ming Hong knife.

"The weird knife actually harmed the lord!" After speaking, Dongfang Shuo suddenly let go of his hand, and then hurriedly threw the knife on the wreckage of the box that had become fragments.

However, there were still some runes on the wreckage, and suddenly the alienation on the Ming Hong knife disappeared and became ordinary.

At this moment, a violent movement suddenly sounded in the sky above Sword Casting City.

"Ah~!" A scream shocked all sides.

Everyone looked into the air, and saw a figure covered in flames appeared above the Sword Casting City, and in the hand of the figure was a red crystal long stick.

"This is the magic weapon that makes the movement?" Everyone's attention was not on the burning man, but on the red crystal stick.

At this moment, Ouyeel Bailian was full of horror.

"Red phosphorus!" Ouyeel Bailian roared angrily.

The fire man was Ouye's red phosphorus, and when he held the Divine Soldier Long Stick, flames immediately burned on his body, and his hands could not be released. His actions were no longer controllable, so he could only be dragged by the divine soldiers, flew out of the sword pool, and directly knocked out a big hole in the sword pool space.

The people in the sword pool were also shocked by this anomaly, and they all chased them out.

Ouyeel Red Phosphorus was not the master of the divine soldier, so he was counter-controlled by the divine soldier and became a soldier slave.

Now everything is based on the will of the divine soldier, and the divine soldier is full of resentment towards Ouye's lineage, mainly from the beast-shaped soldier's soul.

This is formed by the resentment of countless weapons.

The Burning Man swooped down the hill and fell towards the crowd that had wanted to rush up the mountain.