The Qiu family is worthy of being an old force, and they have been deeply cultivating Luoyang for two hundred years, and it took two days to find Li Yuanfang's hiding place. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qiu Xingfang took the lead, followed by a middle-aged man in a blood-red robe, carrying a long knife, and then more than a hundred elite warriors in dark red tights, walking towards a desolate mansion northeast of Daode Fang from all directions.

"Surrounded on all sides, you can't let Li Yuanfang run away!" The middle-aged man said sharply.

The sound of "whoosh" clothes breaking through the air continued, and well-trained blood guards guarded the courtyard around the courtyard, holding a crossbow in one hand and a knife in the other, staring vigilantly at the courtyard.

"The ground rat is finally out!" Li Yuanfang's playful laughter came from the courtyard.

"Looking for a fight!" "Damn it!" Qiu Xingfang and the middle-aged man shouted angrily at the same time.

In recent years, with Qiu Shenji's high position, the Qiu family's power is flourishing, and few people dare to mention it, but it has always been a big taboo in the hearts of the Qiu family.

"If you have the ability, come down!" Li Yuanfang said.

The dilapidated courtyard collapsed violently, and the ground shook, revealing a dark cave, and Li Yuanfang's voice came from below.

"Entrance to the dungeon!" Qiu Yicheng frowned and said.

The middle-aged man's name is Qiu Yicheng, the leader of the Qiu family's secret force Blood Guard, the martial artist of the Sixth Rank Third Realm, only one step away from the grandmaster, and his status in the family is high, second only to Qiu Shenji, Qiu Xingfang and Blood Ghost, and he is the object of Qiu Xingfang's real trust and reliance.

"Heaven and earth, until you kill him." Qiu Xingfang said coldly.

After speaking, Qiu Xingfang's figure flashed and went down to the crypt.

Qiu Yicheng waved his big hand, and the blood guards followed him and disappeared into the crypt.

The underground palace covers half of the southern city, mysterious and unpredictable, since the present world, after many forces have explored, it is still rare to see its full picture.

The Qiu family, as the head snake of Luoyang, has its own set of ways to enter and exit the underground palace, and they are not surprised by the sudden entrance to the underground palace. The blood guards usually hide in the underground palace to train and live, and they are no strangers to walking underground, and they are second only to the ghost pawns of the ghost mansion in terms of strength.

Qiu Xingfang and Qiu Yicheng walked together, closely following Li Yuanfang's traces, and the blood guards behind them were in groups of three or five, keeping a distance not far from each other, and still formed a battle formation that could be attacked and defended and reacted quickly when walking. They stared at each of them in the direction of the front and back, left and right, and the blood knife in their hands exuded a strange light, and by looking at things, those low alleys could not stop the movement, and the speed was not much worse than in the daytime.

"Who?" Suddenly, one of the blood guards walking at the back of the team felt a movement in his heart, and a sense of danger surged, knowing that the enemy was attacking from the side, he reluctantly swung the blood knife to block the ribs on the right side of his body, while warning the others.

In the dark space, a cold light flashed, and an invisible sword qi broke through the air, without stirring up a trace of wind, and slashed towards the ribs of this blood guard from a tricky angle.

This blood guard is not an ordinary person, he has a four-grade cultivation, he is considered a small leader in the blood guard, he has been training in the ground camp for a long time, and his perception is above that of ordinary martial artists, not to mention that he has always maintained a very high vigilance.

The blood knife blocked the knife qi, and an extremely sharp true qi penetrated into the blood guard's body through the blade, causing him to take several steps back in a row, and just now he was glad that he had escaped a catastrophe, and the blocked sword qi broke off like flowing water, and was divided into two halves to bypass the blood knife and sweep towards the blood guard's ribs.

The bloody clothes on the blood guard were torn, and the close-fitting leather armor under the clothes revealed two cracks a foot long, and the knife qi penetrated through the body and went straight to the internal organs.

The Blood Guard let out a cry of pain, holding one hand over the intercostal wound, blood flowing through his fingers, and the bloody knife fell to the ground, echoing his screams in the silent space.

A black-clothed man, holding a shiny horizontal knife, jumped out of the alley darkly, and killed the leader of the four-grade blood guard with one knife, and then the horizontal knife flashed, the knife wind roared, and dozens of hundreds of knives flew all over the sky, and the knife was like an autumn wind when it rose, falling leaves were flying, with dead air, each following a different trajectory, or cutting, or chopping, or stabbing, as if deducing a set of basic knife techniques.

What was amazing was that the deciduous blade condensed like substance, and there was a change of virtual and real in it, or the roar of the knife, or silence, and more than ten blood guards were enveloped in it in an instant.

Blood splashed everywhere, blood sprayed, and more than a dozen blood guards had no power to resist, and they all died after a few breaths, and fell down horizontally.

The screams of the blood guards spread throughout the dark underground palace and fell into the ears of Qiu Xingfang, who was chasing and killing Li Yuanfang, and Qiu Yicheng and the others.

"Qiu Rong, Ling Fei, Niu Yuanlin, you bring a group of people to kill the sneak attackers, and the rest come with me." Qiu Yicheng quickly transmitted the voice to Qiu Rong and the others not far behind him, "Shoot with the Blood Locust Crossbow from a distance." ”

Qiu Rong is the deputy commander of the Blood Guard, a fifth-grade martial artist, and Ling Fei and Niu Yuanlin are of the same rank as him, and they are the worshippers of the Qiu family and recruit loose cultivation masters from the rivers and lakes.

"Yes," Qiu Rong and the three of them said in unison, turned around and ordered a group of twelve blood guards, and then turned around and killed them.

Li Rong stood among the corpses everywhere, blood dripping down the snowy horizontal knife, like a Shura from hell, bathed in blood mist, he was not a person who loved to kill, and the objects he fought in the past were all martial arts masters, there were few ordinary martial artists, and there were not many killings.

The field of battle, the place of corpses, the blood mist is red, and Shura is alive. The unprecedented killing intent filled his body, and Li Rong only felt that the beast that had been trapped in his heart for a long time loosened its chains, and it couldn't stop roaring, revealing its bloodthirsty fangs.

"Kill," Li Rong faced Qiu Rong, Ling Fei and the others who rushed over, and the horizontal knife dragged on the ground, and the blade through the tip of the knife silently ploughed out a foot-deep trench.

"Move mountains," Li Rong shouted wildly in his heart, the horizontal knife in his hand seemed to have become a thousand-zhang peak, weighing 10,000 catties, and the tip of the knife was swallowed with golden blades, and his right hand flipped over, and the horizontal knife slashed from top to bottom.

"Formation," Qiu Rong was a person who had seen the great world, feeling that the golden mountain-like sword light was full of a strong, indestructible, and irresistible aura, and greeted Ling Fei and Niu Yuanlin loudly.

"Sea of Blood," Qiu Rong wielded the Blood Knife with all his might, and the Blood Flame True Qi turned into a bloody net in the sky, facing the golden knife mountain that slashed over.

The golden light cluster was mixed with a knife intent as thick as a mountain and as sharp as a knife, and smashed into the three of them with the momentum of Mount Tai.

These two completely different sword intents are mixed together, and they are sword techniques that Qiu Rong has never seen.

Ling Fei and Niu Yuanlin are also long-time veterans, separated from Qiu Rong left and right, hearing Qiu Rong's warning, only half a breath behind Qiu Rong, and shot with all their might, the two of them either held long swords or held iron spears, roared wildly, and danced out of the sword flowers all over their bodies, and the spear flowers bloomed, assisting Qiu Rong to support the attacking knife mountain.

There are also ordinary blood guards behind, if Qiu Rong dodges the attack of the knife mountain, those ordinary blood guards are estimated to suffer heavy losses.

Of course, Qiu Rong is not a good person who sacrifices himself, he wants to protect his brothers with his body, the problem is that Li Rong's attack came too quickly and fiercely, and he couldn't dodge, so he sacrificed his life to take it.

"Dangdang", the sword qi, the sword qi, and the guns exchanged fires with each other.

The autumn wind of the Golden Knife Mountain swept away the sword qi and spears of Qiu Rong and the three of them, and smashed them on the blade body of the three people.

Between breaths, the mountain of knives collapsed, dots of golden light, slashing through the air, like fireflies dancing at night, swishing past the bodies of the three people, taking away pieces of clothing, tearing through the close-fitting leather armor, revealing bloody mouths.

Compared with the sixth-rank master, the fifth-rank martial artist's true qi cannot open up the meridians of the whole body, forming a protective qi shield, and when facing an almost all-round attack by the master's true qi, he will be injured due to his inability to defend, and even be defeated and killed.

In a boxing match, when two fighters with comparable skills swing at each other, even if you are the boxing champion Ali and the butterfly footwork is superb, it is impossible to completely avoid the opponent's attack, and what really determines the victory or defeat is the attack ability and the ability to resist blows.

The same is true for the competition between masters, the subtlety of martial arts, the thickness of the true qi of the body, etc., this is a contest of comprehensive strength.

Li Rong's style of "moving mountains" attracted the essence of Xuanwu knife technique, and recently realized the mystery of Li Zhen's "mountain-destroying fist", and integrated into it, the power is not much worse than that of "thunder and lightning light knife".

The rumbling sound spread all over the ten miles, and it was really like the mountains collapsing, the rocks piercing through the air, and the scattered true qi hit the broken walls and ruins next to them, causing them to collapse one after another, and dust flew everywhere.

Qiu Rong and the three of them tried their best to dodge, taking advantage of the situation to fly away, and they could no longer take care of the ordinary blood guards behind them, and they were miserable and ragged and withdrew three feet away.

Fortunately, the blood guards were far away, and the power of the broken blades had weakened, giving them time and space to dodge, and with their experience, they were not injured.

"Blood Crossbow Kill!" Qiu Rong shouted coldly, ignoring the bleeding wounds all over his body, and hid behind an earthen wall.

Hearing the order, the blood guards immediately formed a fan-shaped formation, and picked up a small steel crossbow with a size of two feet in their hands, the crossbow body was painted blood red, and the arrows of the crossbow arrows flashed with cold light, which was also blood red color.

This is the unique killing weapon of the Luoyang Qiu family, the blood locust crossbow, which is made of special stainless steel, and the crossbow arrow is also made of steel, coated with poison, and the throat is sealed with blood, and there is no medicine to solve.

"Whoosh", a small crossbow of one inch accompanied by the sound of the machine, a total of twelve, in the shape of a zigzag, blocking the space for Li Rong to move back and forth, left and right.

At this time, Li Rong was at a time when the old power had been exhausted and the new power had not been born, and the power of "moving mountains" was great, and the consumption of true qi was not small, and he was indeed not in the best state.

"The autumn wind sweeps away the fallen leaves," Li Rongxin said, the horizontal knife pointed obliquely at the light pick, like a cow from cooking, along the flight trajectory of the small crossbow, one advance and one retreat, and between two steps, he easily picked up nine blood crossbows, dodging three.