Zhao Quan took advantage of the opportunity of being hit by an arrow in the shoulder of the Thunderbolt Hall Master on the opposite side, and the sword style was slowed down, and with one move, the white rainbow pierced the sun, directly cutting off the opponent's search hand.

The Thunderbolt Hall Master screamed miserably, abandoned the sword in his right hand, held the bleeding left arm, and quickly retreated, but he was immediately hit by three arrows in his back. The strong bows and arrows of these Mongolian archers were amazingly powerful, and they were all concentrated in their internal forces, and they shot the thunder and lightning hall master who had lost their protective energy, and the tip of the arrow leaked out from his chest, and the thunder and lightning hall master didn't have time to snort this time, and he fell to the ground and died.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the other master of the Wind Steering Hall took the opportunity to attack, and stabbed three key points in Zhao Quan's chest with three consecutive swords, forcing him to save him, and flew up in the air with the momentum, flying to a safe place four or five feet away from Zhao Quan, and the long sword brought a burst of white light, enveloping his whole body in the sword qi.

On the other side, Li Zixin and the others were unlucky, because they used heavy long blades, and when the arrow rain came, Li Zixin happened to be with the Flame Hall Master opposite, and the fat monk's Zen staff came to a hard touch, and in the process of shaking a few steps, they were each hit by arrows.

The fat monk was hit by two arrows in his back, but fortunately, his body protection skills were not dispersed, and he was not shot like the master of the Thunder and Lightning Hall, but he was also hit hard.

As soon as the fat monk's heavy Zen staff was thrown, he reached out to reach the two arrows on his back, and the master of the Wild Sand Hall on one side had already danced a crane-beak hoe impenetrable, not seeking merit, but seeking no fault.

Li Zixin was hit by an arrow in his left shoulder, and then he was also hit by an arrow in his right chest, he snorted, grabbed the cooked copper stick with his left hand, and pulled out the arrow on his left shoulder with his right hand, and a large piece of meat was brought out by the barb of the arrow.

Li Zixin gritted his teeth and shook it hard, and the half-foot-long wolf tooth arrow was castrated like a meteor, nailing directly to the forehead of the fat monk who was still trying to pull out the arrow on his back, and the other end came out of the back of his head, and the fat monk fell directly to the ground, his eyes bulging violently, and he was already out of breath.

The master of the Wild Sand Hall didn't expect Li Zixin to be so brave, he was in a daze, the crane's beak hoe moved half a beat slower, and he was also hit by an arrow in his buttocks, and his movements slowed down all of a sudden.

Li Zixin smiled, her face was hideous, the muscles on her face were twisted, and she gritted her teeth and shouted: "Grandpa is dead today, and he has to pull a few pads!" ”

Li Zixin swiped the brass stick with one hand, and completely smashed the crane-beak hoe in the hand of the Crazy Sand Hall Master, and the two heavy foreign blades fell to the ground one after another, while Li Zixin rubbed his body up, and suddenly bullied the Crazy Sand Hall Master within a foot, and the left hand that had cracked the tiger's mouth was fiercely inserted into the chest and abdomen of the Wild Sand Hall Master.

The Wild Sand Hall Master snorted, feeling that his intestines had been caught by Li Zixin, he instinctively put his hands out together and hit Li Zixin's chest hard, and the sound of his chest breaking was spurted out with Li Zixin's mouth full of blood, and he still had a cruel smile on his face, and his left hand tightened, directly pulling a piece of blood-red intestines out of the stomach of the Wild Sand Hall Master.

The master of the Wild Sand Hall let out a terrifying howl that sounded not human, and the bloody internal organs were pulled out by Li Zixin along with the broken intestines, and with all his breath, the three bone-penetrating nails in his right sleeve shot out and were nailed deep into Li Zixin's chest, and the two fell together almost at the same time, their eyes were still wide open when they died, staring at each other dead, their faces full of unwillingness.

Zhao Quan, who had been swinging his sword to block the sword, roared: "Brother! His eyes also turned blood-red all of a sudden, he screamed, his figure flashed like a ghost, and he rushed to a dozen steps away, in front of a Wind Control Hall Master in Zuihou, he gritted his teeth and stabbed with his sword, and the blue sword shadow in the sky suddenly covered the body of the Wind Control Hall Master.

The master of the Wind Control Hall is also an outcast of Huashan with extremely high swordsmanship, at this time, the arrow rain attack in the air has come to an end, he wanted to retreat into the crowd, but he didn't expect to be directly entangled by that Zhao Quan, there was no way to avoid it, so he had to grit his teeth, the purple aura on his face appeared, and he lifted the purple Xia Jin of the body, and made a move Huayue Qingfeng, stabbing out of the sword shadow like a mountain, and poking directly at Zhao Quan's chest.

Zhao Quan snorted coldly, a white gas was released around him, the white lotus swordsmanship was like the rolling Yangtze River water, endless, his swordsmanship was very special, purely with wrist strength to make a sword, there were almost no tricks to cut or chop, all of them were stabbed out at lightning speeds far beyond others, ordinary people could only stab out three swords at most, but Zhao Quan was in a combination of virtual and real, and he could stab nine swords with one move.

The blue sword that shone with cold light, the sword shadow stabbed out was like a white lotus flower, but in the eyes of the Wind Control Hall master on the opposite side at this moment, it was tantamount to a ghost head urging life.

It's just more than ten moves, and the master of the Wind Control Hall is so beaten that he retreats seven or eight steps, only the ability to parry is left, and he has no power to fight back, and finally blocked the opposite move White Lotus is angry, and he barely blocked the four swords that attacked the four acupoints of his right hand, but he was forced by Zhao Quan's fierce sword qi, and then took a step back, and suddenly stepped on a corpse, and suddenly fell unstable, almost falling backwards.

Zhao Quan is such a master, although he has entered a state of crazy killing, but he still has the instinctive reaction of a top master, as soon as he saw that the opponent's center of gravity was unstable, he immediately stepped forward, drew half a circle with his left palm, rolled up a gust of wind, and slapped the opponent's chest, while the long sword in his right hand brought up a sword aura, and a fairy offered flowers, and stabbed seven swords at the opponent's right leg like lightning.

The center of gravity of the master of the Wind Hall was unstable, and he hurriedly made a thousand catties to fall before he barely fixed his body and did not fall, but his upper body also leaned back slightly, only to see a giant palm slapped directly into his heart, and hurriedly instinctively made a move with his right sword to blow the willows, and slashed diagonally on Xiangyou, ready to cut the opponent's left elbow and force the opponent to withdraw his palm.

As soon as the master of the Wind Control Hall came out of the sword, he secretly screamed in his heart, only to see that the sword was not visible, but a piercing sword qi had already attacked, and he was slightly stunned, and his right leg seemed to have been stung by a scorpion a few times, and he was unconscious in an instant, and the liliang and blood in his body spurted out rapidly, and his eyes instantly turned black, and he fell to the ground with his back to the sky, unconscious.

Zhao Quan's Blue Dark Sword was coated with poison, and when he was refining the sword, he also took the poison when refining those poisonous people and melted it into the sword body, as long as he saw blood, he could seal his throat in an instant, and even if he was a first-class master, it was difficult to force the poison out immediately.

What's more, when fighting, people's internal breath and blood speed up together, there is no time to use power and poison in the face of a master like Zhao Quan, and there are countless masters of good and evil who have died under Zhao Quan's blue sword over the years, and it has also achieved his fierce reputation as the Demon Venerable of the Northland.

Zhao Quan haha smiled, and didn't care about the unconscious Wind Control Hall Master on the ground, his body was like wind and lightning, and he rushed into the crowd that started the melee again, and everywhere he passed, the blue light of the Blue Shadow Sword flashed and flashed, and no master of the Hero Gate could walk ten moves under his sword, often like the Wind Control Hall Master, who cut a small wound and saw blood seal his throat, and fell to the ground and died.