"Then invite the fourth uncle to come over, anyone can do it, gather other masters of the sword gate to hurry up, this group of people, I'm afraid we may not be able to stop it." Chu Qingyang yelled.

Then, someone galloped away in the direction of the Bitter Cold Ridge.

Up to now, Yan Fei is still walking slowly, still maintaining that speed.

The people of the three major knife gates involuntarily slowly retreated.

Suddenly, Yan Fei coldly ordered: "Nanfeng, Nanli, Duguyun, Juyi, Tianyin, open the way." ”

Yan Fei also took care of everyone's emotions, these five had no chance to make a move just now.

Now, finally waiting for Yan Fei's order, the five people responded one after another and rushed out one after another.

Behind him, the disciples of the Hundreds of Heavenly Sword Banners also rushed up.

They stepped over the corpses of the hundreds of Dao Sect disciples and rushed towards the mountain pass, although the number was not dominant, the momentum was incomparably high.

"Kill!"

"Hehe, Brother Dugu, this time we have to compete to see who kills more. "Nan Feng still looks crazy.

Duguyun seemed much calmer.

"Hey, old madman, why do you have to share it with me?"

"Brother Dugu, can you have a little fun, just have a competition, it's not a big deal. ”

Duguyun shook his head helplessly: "Okay, have you seen the old man in the purple robe, I feel that his strength is the strongest in the other party's camp, and I will hand it over to you, go and destroy him, and you will win." ”

Nan Feng flashed his eyes and immediately saw Chu Qingyang in the crowd.

"Tsk tsk, you still need you to say, leave this to me. With a loud roar, Nan Feng took three steps and made two steps, flying out like an arrow from a string.

Unstoppable, just a disciple of the Sword Sect, he can't get close to Nan Feng's body at all.

So far, there is only one war.

Chu Qingyang's face also became gloomy, a strong murderous aura rose, and the purple robe was stirred by the thick battle qi. "All the disciples listen to the order, this place is the territory of the Holy Heavenly Sword Sect, my Thirty-six Sword Gate is nearby, kill me! It won't be long before the reinforcements will arrive, and we will definitely kill all these traitors, kill me!" Chu gave an order, and everyone in the three major Sword Sects, including the door master, the deputy door master, and the elder deacon

and even the disciples, one after another.

Right here, as the master of the Crazy Sword Sect of the Thirty-six Sword Gates, and the second son of the Beiling Sword Saint, Chu Qingyang's orders were obeyed by everyone.

For a time, Dugu Yun took five or six hundred people and fought with more than two thousand people on the other side.

Nan Feng singled out Chu Qingyang, and as soon as he fought, Nan Feng was a little difficult.

Chu Qingyang's cultivation is a level higher than him, and the treasure knife in his hand and the mad sword technique he has cultivated are not weaker than him.

Fortunately, Nan Feng has the assistance of the Drunken and Easy Body Method, although he has a disadvantage, he is not in danger for the time being.

What surprised Yan Fei a little was that Chu Qingyang's sixth brother Chu Qingyang chose to fight Dugu Yun alone, and Chu Qingyang's fight with Dugu Yun was similar to that of Nan Feng and Chu Qingyang, occupying a disadvantage.

However, Chu is only in his thirties, and he is very good at knife skills.

Yan Fei stared at Chu Qingfang, frowned slightly, and said secretly in his heart: "Light madness and stinky boy, more than 20 years have passed in the blink of an eye, and he has grown so big, this body cultivation is not bad." Oh, it's a pity you can't recognize me, I'm your stepfather. ”

I think that back then, the Beiling Sword Saint got this sixth son at the age of fifty, and he was extremely happy to hold a feast.

Wu Junlin saw Chu Qingmad, but saw that there was an arrogance in the blood of this kid, his qualifications were amazing, and he liked it very much, plus Wu Junlin had never married in his life, had no children and no daughters, so he simply accepted him as a righteous son.

When this kid was seven or eight years old, Wu Junlin also taught martial arts in person.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, more than 20 years have passed, and it has grown to such a state, and it is really an immortal material.

Chu Qing frantically relied on the sevenfold fire mad sword technique, and he could withstand Dugu Yun, who was higher than him, he was only in his thirties, and Dugu Yun was already in his eighties.

Nan Feng and Dugu Yun couldn't take it down, and the Giant Scythe Demon Lord and the Tianyin Demon Lord were also sandwiched by several masters on the other side, and for a while, the melee between the two sides entered a stalemate stage.

"Yan Fei, I'll go. At this time, Duan Ruyan asked.

Yan Fei waved his hand: "No need." ”

"Brother Yan, we haven't enjoyed it just now, let's have another one?" Xing Lin was not far behind: "And me, Brother Yan, time is pressing, we can't delay, we must take it as soon as possible, let me go, right?" That Chu Qingyang's cultivation has reached the middle stage of the Martial Emperor Realm, and it is not easy to deal with, and that Chu Qingyang, this kid is a character, and he can be called the first day of the Holy Heavenly Sword Sect."

”

At this moment, the shouting and killing from the direction behind him had basically completely stopped.

The thousands of disciples of the Sect of Interception, including the elders and deacons, were almost all annihilated except for a few cowardly ones who ran away.

Xuanjia carried an iron stick and led everyone back to Yan Fei's side.

There was a scuffle ahead, and Xuanjia and others also asked for battle.

"Hehe, that purple-robed old man, leave it to me, Brother Yan, how is it?"

Yan Feihuan glanced at everyone, and after a few breaths, he said, "Keep your strength, this is just the beginning." ”

As he spoke, Yan Fei waved one hand, and a piece of blood flashed.

He held the Evil Sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointed diagonally to the ground, but he still didn't stop, he still took an unhurried step.

"The cold gate passes by here, give way, live! Whoever stands in my way Yan Fei will die!"

Come up and start fighting, so far, the people of the Thirty-six Knife Gate are indeed a little unclear about the situation.

They found that there were people in this group who practiced demonic skills, some who practiced Buddhism, and some who were immortals and martial arts, and they didn't seem to have heard of such a group of people in the world.

At this moment, the names of Hanmen and Yan Fei are in my ears.

Even Chu Qingyang couldn't help but gasp.

A year or two ago, the names Hanmen and Yan Fei were not well known to the world, at least in the eyes of people of Chu Qingyang's level.

But now

"Yan Fei, he is Yan Fei, the ninth demon of the Netherworld Demon Sect, the bloodthirsty mad demon, Yan Fei?" Chu Qingyang exclaimed in his heart.

Chu glanced at Yan Fei lightly, although he was a little surprised, but the arrogance in his bones made his eyes more provocative and disdainful.

At this moment, outside the battle group, Yan Fei walked slowly over with the Evil Sword.

Chu Qingfang suddenly yelled at Dugu Yun: "Old thing, it's not that the master is afraid of you, I'll go and slaughter your head first, and then come back to clean you up." When the words landed, Chu lightly waved his knife and retreated, and then flew up, and this leap was several zhang high. When he reached the heights, Chu Qing turned into an afterimage, moved horizontally, and let out an angry roar: "The surname Yan, the master came to try if you were as strong as the legend, take me with a knife, and the mad knife will destroy the world!"