Xiao Mad died of anger because of Pang Zhongqiu's words. Xu You shouted angrily and stabbed at Pang Zhongqiu, the ordinary bamboo pole turned into a short spear at this moment, with the strong internal force of the second-grade little grandmaster, wrapped in a layer of yellow light, and roared away.

At the same time, Qin Xiang, who was standing in the other corner, also opened the iron fan in his hand, and with a slight wave, five black shadows suddenly **** out and crashed towards Pang Zhongqiu's back.

And that Lin Mei'er also raised her hand, several silver needles shot towards Pang Zhongqiu, stroked her waist with her hand, and a soft sword appeared in her hand, holding the sword towards Pang Zhongqiu.

For a while, the courtyard was full of qi and sword energy.

Besieged by the three of them, Pang Zhongqiu still didn't have any worry on his face, looking at the shot that Xu You stabbed straight in front of him, the long sword in his hand came out of the sheath with a bang, and the sword stabbed straight towards the half of the bamboo pole.

The silver long sword, wrapped in silver sword qi outside, was particularly dazzling in this dark night.

The tip of the sword stabbed at the top of the bamboo pole, and the silver sword qi instantly soared, annihilating the faint yellow light, Pang Zhongqiu went with the sword, and with the sound of a string of bamboo breaking, it was actually a sword that broke the bamboo pole in Xu You's hand from the middle and stabbed straight at Xu You.

Xu You's face changed slightly, but looking at the long sword stabbed at him, he didn't retreat a bit, he let go of the bamboo pole in his hand, and smashed it towards Pang Zhongqiu with a fist.

The bamboo pole turned into debris in the sky and drifted away, Pang Zhongqiu held a long sword in his hand, and a sword pierced into Xu You's heart, passing through, and his body also passed by him, not being touched by Xu You's last punch.

Xu You knelt forward and fell to the ground, and then threw himself face down on the ground, and the Yellow River ferryman, who was well-known in the rivers and lakes, couldn't even take Pang Zhongqiu's sword.

Killing Xu You with a sword, Pang Zhongqiu's body flickered, he had already turned around, the long sword in his hand turned, clanged a few times, knocked down Lin Meier's silver needles, and stabbed out again and again, stabbing off the five weird grimace masks.

Xu Mingyuan and Wuya stood at the door, looking at this scene in the courtyard, their faces were a little heavy, and Pang Zhongqiu's strength seemed to be a little beyond his expectations.

Xiao Mad was killed by the assassins, Xu You was first seriously injured by the assassins, and then killed by Pang Zhongqiu with a sword, and now only Lin Mei'er and Qin Xiang were left inside.

Looking at Pang Zhongqiu's sword just now, Xu Mingyuan knew very well in his heart that even if he comprehended some wind momentum now, he would definitely not be able to take Pang Zhongqiu's sword.

Although Wuya's realm is a little higher than Xu Mingyuan's, it is still a lot worse than Xu You, and if you go in now, it won't have any effect at all.

Pang Zhongqiu looked at Lin Mei'er and Qin Xiang and said with a smile: "If you want to kill me, if you don't show some real skills, then you won't have a chance." He looked laid-back, as if everything was under his control.

The charming look on Lin Meier's face had been put away, and when she saw Xu You being killed by a sword before, she hesitated, but still didn't step forward to fight with Pang Zhongqiu.

At this time, the mask on Qin Xiang's face was replaced by a mask of a faceling, and he didn't even have eyes.

"Old ghost Pang, twenty-four years ago, you ruined my face and ruined my life, today I will cut you with a thousand knives to vent the hatred in my heart." Qin Xiang shouted loudly, his voice was terrible, like an evil ghost, and with that terrifying faceless mask, it was even more infiltrating.

Qin Xiang's voice fell, his hands were one, and hundreds of masks of all kinds appeared beside him, joy, anger and sorrow, men, women and children, lifelike, they were suspended by his side at the same time, and his face stood there, looking at Pang Zhongqiu, it was extremely weird.

"The control of the wind has reached such a state." Xu Mingyuan looked at this scene and couldn't help but be surprised. Let one mask levitate, and now Xu Mingyuan can do it, but at the same time, let hundreds of masks levitate, this is not something Xu Mingyuan can imagine.

Qin's control of the relative wind, as well as the strength of his spiritual power, can all be called talented, this is the real second-grade strength.

Seeing this, Lin Mei'er no longer hid her clumsiness, the originally thin soft sword in her hand was divided into two, holding the sword in both hands, looking at Pang Zhongqiu's face as heavy as water: "Old ghost Pang, eighteen years ago, you destroyed my Lin family, and tonight I will definitely recover this blood debt." ”

"That's kind of interesting." Pang Zhongqiu grinned, let go of the scabbard he was holding with his left hand, held the long sword in his hand, and rushed towards Qin Xiang.

This was the first time Pang Zhongqiu had taken the lead, and the silver light on the silver long sword was accumulating, as dazzling as the twinkling stars in the starry sky.

"A Thousand Faces Together!" Qin Xiang shouted loudly, and the hundreds of masks that were originally still beside him trembled slightly, and then all of them headed towards Pang Zhongqiu.

The mask, thin as a cicada's wings, is like a thin knife that cuts off willow branches and chops up willow leaves. Walk through the rockery that stands in front of you, leaving a smooth incision that cuts through everything that stands in front of you, and is unstoppable.

Hundreds of masks suddenly spread out, and they were towards Pang Zhongqiu, who was rushing straight forward, and the masks that were sharper than the knife did not carry the slightest light, but they could not be ignored.

Lin Mei'er on the side snorted, her feet lightly, and rushed towards Pang Zhongqiu, who was surrounded by a mask, holding two soft swords in both hands, and the ribbons fluttering behind her were like nine tails at this moment. The fox is no longer coquettish, but shows its minions that choose people to devour.

"Good time!" Pang Zhongqiu said with a smile, his white hair fluttered, and the long sword in his hand swept forward, and the majestic sword qi slashed out like a crescent moon, and a sword turned several masks in front of him into crumbs.

However, there were dozens of masks around him, and the few closest to him had already cut through his clothes and brought out blood.

Pang Zhongqiu's body was extremely fast, and he had already approached Qin Xiang's side in a few steps, although the clothes on his body had been cut out of many holes by the mask, none of the injuries were fatal, not even deeper wounds.

"The face is gone, what are you doing with your head?" Pang Zhongqiu smiled coldly, and a sword slashed straight at Qin Xiang's head.

The long sword slashed down from the middle of the faceless mask, and the white faceless mask was split in half and slipped off Qin Xiang's face, revealing a face with no nose, no ears, and terrifying scars.

Qin Xiang's hand closed in front of him a little weakly, and then fell on his back, a blood mark flowed down from his forehead, and he was already out of breath.

However, those suspended masks, with the last movement of his hands, buzzed, and they actually surrounded Pang Zhongqiu at a faster speed.

At the same time, there was also a white light on the two soft swords in Lin Meier's hands, stabbing towards Pang Zhongqiu, who was surrounded by hundreds of masks.

A bowstring sounded on the courtyard wall not far away, and Lao Lei, who was sitting on the wall, took out a second feather arrow and put it on the bow, bent the bow and shot again. (To be continued.) )