"Negotiations break down, prepare for the storm."

Seeing that the negotiations between the two families broke down, Shen Qiu shook his head and complained in a low voice.

He grasped the hilt of the knife at his waist and glanced at the people around him by the light of the fire.

In front of him, it seems that he can't be good, there is a conflict, he must help Li Yijian, but this Xiaoxiang Sword Sect is acting a little weird tonight.

And the box, and the bloodstains, what the hell is going on?

Li Yijian was with them from afternoon to evening, and it was impossible for him to come into contact with any female thieves.

Could it be what just happened?

Why didn't you feel anyone approaching at all?

Is that the female thief so clever?

"You really don't cry when you don't see the coffin!"

Seeing that Li Yijian was so strong, Lu Kun no longer persuaded him, and stepped forward with his sword, he was about to coerce, and the disciples around him also followed, but just as Lu Kun raised his sword, there was a sound of breaking wind coming from behind.

Lu Kun turned around and slashed out a sword, knocking the attacking object to the ground.

It was a stone.

Shen Qiu, who had been paying attention to the situation, turned his head suddenly, and saw a slender figure floating down from a height.

It was a girl with a blood-colored bandage on her arm, carrying a sword box on her back and holding a sword in her right hand, and stumbled when she landed, apparently seriously wounded.

Against the backdrop of the bonfire, Shen Qiu's eyes shrank suddenly.

He noticed that although the long skirt that the girl was wearing was stained with blood, it was very similar to the clothes of these disciples of Xiaoxiang Sword Sect, and she also had the identity jade charm of Sword Gate around her waist.

Where is this green forest thief?

It is clearly a person in the Xiaoxiang Sword Gate! I'm afraid it's not a division infighting?

After the girl landed, she leaned on her body with the sword in her hand and shouted to Lu Kun:

"Senior Brother Lu, what you are looking for is me, it has nothing to do with these people, let them go!"

The girl bit her lip and said in an astringent voice:

"Don't harm innocent lives, I'll go back to the master with you."

"Oh, Senior Sister Huiyin."

When Lu Kun saw the girl appear, he didn't pay attention to Li Yijian, he turned his head to the girl standing on the edge of the fire and said:

"You're really making me wait to find it."

There seemed to be some intimacy in the words, but the next sentence became chilly.

"It's just that this matter of the rivers and lakes is as simple as my sister thinks."

"Wow"

The disciples behind Lu Kun let out a sharp whistle, and the Sword Sect disciples who were waiting around poured into the high ground.

There were more than 20 sparse people, and they besieged the entire highland, and the sword in their hands was cold, obviously trying to surround and kill the woman in distress.

"Lin Huiyin!"

Lu Kun stepped forward, held the sword in his right hand, raised his left hand, and formed two fingers, and shouted to the girl:

"You have been orphaned since you were a child, and you have been blessed by your uncle to embark on the martial arts!

Uncle Shi loves you a lot, and allows you to practice superior martial arts in the door, and rebuild with kindness! Not only did you not think about reciprocating, but instead colluded with the Demon Sect to assassinate your uncle and several teachers!

It's really wolf-hearted and shameless!

Today, on the orders of Senior Brother Lin Lang, we are here to get rid of you, an ungrateful person! If you still have a good conscience, then lay down your sword and kill you by the neck.

I'll send your body back to the door and bury it properly. ”

The righteousness of these words was awe-inspiring, and the surrounding disciples responded in unison, and the momentum was amazing.

On the other hand, the woman who was accused gritted her teeth and looked sad and angry.

She argued:

"It's not my master! It was made by my brother! ”

She exclaimed:

"After the master was poisoned, I went to confront him, but I was seriously injured by the sneak attack of the people in his joint demon sect, you can't tell right from wrong, listen to the traitor's bewitchment, and be in cahoots with Lin Lang..."

"Lu Kun!"

The woman named Lin Huiyin bent her body, raised the long sword in her hand, and she said sharply:

"Don't pretend to be righteous! You and Lin Lang are the ones who turn their backs on their masters! ”

During the confrontation between the two, Shen Qiu yawned heavily.

This kind of drama is really boring.

He was not interested in listening to who was right and who was wrong, so he held the hilt of the knife and said to the disciples of Xiaoxiang in front of him:

"It seems that this is the internal affairs of your division, and it is inconvenient for me to interfere. Senior Brother Lu Kun, since the person you are looking for has been found, can we just clear our suspicions and leave? ”

"Huh."

Lu Kun chuckled a few times, and he said to Shen Qiu:

"Let you young heroes smile, please wait for a while, when we are not only traitors to this division, but also send you out of here, and also show my Xiaoxiang Sword Gate's bearing.

Is that good? ”

"Good, good, very good."

Shen Qiu responded as he looked around.

Those Xiaoxiang disciples not only surrounded the injured Lin Huiyin, but also surrounded the two caravans, and the expressions on their faces were not real.

But the sharp sword never went into its sheath.

And "send it off".

Tonight's infighting between the division and the sect will inevitably involve secret matters.

No matter who is right or wrong, it will be difficult for them, the witnesses, to leave alive.

Shen Qiu lowered his head, and the sheathed Hongming knife in his hand suddenly swept out, striking forward, and hit the bonfire, and the burning wood suddenly flew towards the Xiaoxiang Sect people in front of him.

In the midst of the sparks, caught off guard, an unlucky egg was hit in the cheek by the burning charcoal fire, and fell down screaming.

"Xiao Tie, Yi Jian, do it!"

Shen Qiu shouted, and the true qi in his body operated in the manner of the phantom footwork.

Under the lift, the figure protruded forward like a ghost, and the dodge swept into the crowd in front of him, the Hongming knife was unsheathed, and the sword light lit up in the background of the bonfire.

"Bell"

The blade that slashed downward was blocked by the sword raised horizontally by the disciple of the Sword Sect in front of him, which was worthy of the martial arts faction, and any disciple had this kind of reflex.

But...

"Poof"

Shen Qiu's sword fingers together pierced into his eyeballs in the next moment.

Blood splattered, and a sword wind struck behind him, Shen Qiu's body fell forward as if it had no bones, and the long knife in his hand threw out a move to fight in all directions, forcing everyone behind him to retreat.

The blade shook at high speed, throwing out two illusory sword shadows.

This large arc slashed off the calves of the two guys, and the sharp Hongming knife slashed through their leg bones almost unhindered.

Shen Qiu had a lot of experience in fighting, and he didn't entangle with those Sword Sect disciples head-on with the strange and mysterious body technique of the Phantom Footwork.

After breaking through the enemy's formation, he led a few people to rush down the high ground.

The high ground was already in chaos, and the Li guy was holding a spear in front of the pale-faced steward, and he stabbed with the spear, and screams rang out from time to time.

Seeing that Shen Qiu alone was violently up, he disrupted the formation of Xiaoxiang's disciples, Lu Kun was furious, and he turned around to attack Shen Qiu.

But when the injured Lin Huiyin saw that someone was helping, she gritted her teeth, held her breath, and stabbed with a sword.

The woman was injured, but the long sword in her hand was waved, and she was still fluttering, and the sword light attacked quickly and quickly, making it difficult for Lu Kun to resist for a while.

"Senior brother, don't panic! I'm here to help! ”

The bald boy was already angry with this Lu Kun.

Seeing Shen Qiu hurting people now, instead of being angry, he laughed, he held the sharp blade "Fuhu", and used the Guiyan knife that opened and closed widely, like a wild bull, and rushed up regardless of it.

That Zhang Xiaohu is also very courageous.

He followed behind Li Yijian silently, with fists in his fists and gloves, and his body was agile and entangled with the two Xiaoxiang disciples.

The courage of the two of them is commendable, but their martial arts are a little worse.

However, Shen Qiu dared to fight against these more than twenty Xiaoxiang disciples, and he didn't rely on the bald boy and his companions.

His confidence is on his side.

The several Sword Sect disciples surrounding Shen Qiu's side reacted extremely quickly, and seeing that the war had started, they rushed towards Qingqing's side.

The young man holding the iron rod with both hands and protecting Qingqing in front of him, while the few people in the Momen who pretended to be buddies started their "performance" in silence.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh"

The sound of sharp arrows flying was very permeable in the night of the campfire.

Before the few Xiaoxiangmen people who rushed over could react, they were overwhelmed by a rain of arrows.

The few people in the ink gate held special-shaped crossbow machines, and in the sound of the machine springs, with the calmness of hunters, they shot arrows at the swordsman in front of them.

Momen is good at tricks, and building some crossbow machines that are not easy to detect is a piece of cake for them.

And this crossbow has always been forbidden by the imperial court to circulate among the people.

These Sword Sect disciples couldn't have imagined that there were so many powerful crossbows hidden in these small dart teams!

The result was just a face, and on the side of the Xiaoxiangmen people, several people were shot over, and the rest were also shocked and retreated quickly, but the people in the Momen did not start, and they were merciless.

Killing this group of malicious bandits who tried to destroy themselves did not go against the Mohist idea of "love and non-attack".

The four Momen men are divided into two teams, quite methodical, three shoot, one winds.

This Mo family's strong crossbow can shoot seven shots in a row, and there are hidden boxes loaded with arrows, which are really like firearms, and the three people are holding two each, shooting arrows, which is really like a rain of arrows sweeping.

At such a narrow distance, unless you encounter a master of the rivers and lakes, who can resist one or two with your true qi and rush to break the formation with your life, the arrows shot by this strong crossbow will also be fatal to the disciples of these major sects.

The people in the Momen used the carriage as a cover, forcing the Xiaoxiang swordsman to not be able to approach at all, Qingqing hid in the carriage, and from time to time threw a hidden weapon at the Xiaoxiang disciple who was shot and wounded.

She looked at Xiao Tie protecting her side, so she was a little anxious, and shouted to Xiao Tie:

"You go and help Senior Brother, it doesn't matter to me."

"Brother Shen Qiu said, I must protect you, this is my task."

Xiao Tie was unmoved, he held the iron rod in his hand, and seeing that four people were trying to sneak up on the convoy from behind, he stepped forward and made a strange sword move.

"I know you have a good heart, but if there is a real fight, you must be ruthless!"

Shen Qiu's previous advice was replayed in Xiao Tie's mind, and he looked at the Xiaoxiang disciple who was rushing with a sword in front of him, and he let out a sigh of relief and gritted his teeth.

Not only did not retreat, but took a step forward.

The heavy iron rod in his hand was waved diagonally upwards by both hands, and the iron heart in Xiao Tie's body was really angry, stirring endlessly in the meridians.

He seems to have returned to the land of Liaodong, the sword house where he lived in seclusion with his master on the shore of the East China Sea.

He learned the heavy sword style with his master since he was a child, and when he was a child, he and his master were on the seaside reef every day, facing the waves, boiling up their strength, and practicing sword moves.

At first, he was weak, the reef was slippery, and the broken iron was not stable in the face of the surging water.

Not to mention swinging his sword at the waves, every time he falls into the water, he will be reprimanded by the master.

Later, when I grew up, my body became stronger.

Not only can you stand firm on the reef, but you can also slash your sword at the sea.

Hundreds of times a day.

Master fell ill and died.

But he still seems to be on his side.

"I fold iron in vain, and pass on your sword technique to the master, which is the most fierce in the world, and those who are not gifted and born with divine power cannot learn it. You must know that this sword of the sea only relies on momentum and strength.

Fight against people, just three moves!

This first trick is to split the sea and break the waves! ”

Master's voice echoed in the ears of the young man, and the heavy iron rod in his hand pointed diagonally ahead, and the murderer with the sword rushed five feet around Xiao Tie.

Xiao Tie slashed the iron rod in his hand like a crushing wave.

The iron heart in the body is like the tide rolling, and the waves are coming, making Xiao Tie's slash leave the thousands of jun.

When the sword-wielding disciple saw the iron rod slashing down, he subconsciously raised his sword to block.

But how can this be stopped?

"Bang"

The long sword shattered, his wrist was broken, and the disciple of the Sword Sect was dumbfounded, and in the next second, the iron rod of a thousand powers smashed on his shoulder, his bones shattered, and severe pain hit.

The man in the sword gate was like being punched hard by an invisible heavy fist, wailing and falling to his knees after being beaten, blood spurted wildly from his shoulder, his arm was twisted open, and even his sternum was shattered.

You don't need to look at this injury to know that you can't survive.

But there are three more!

The young man took a step back, and the master's words seemed to sound again.

"The second move, sweep away the thousand autumns!"

Xiao Tie held the stick in both hands and swept forward, this long weapon with endless power was unreasonable.

In addition to the explosion of iron-hearted true qi, this sweep brought out a wind-breaking sound that made people's scalps tingle.

The three people in front of him quickly dodged, and two people dodged.

But the last misfortune did not escape.

"Bang"

The whistling iron rod struck the man in the chest, and the entire sternum shattered under the blow, pressing down on the internal organs.

Luckily, he died on the spot, and he didn't have to suffer any more.

"The third move, pierce the sky!"

The young man of the broken iron jumped out two steps, the iron rod in his hand retracted three inches back, and in the final explosion of the iron heart, he stabbed out the weapon in his hand like a heavy sword in a desperate attitude.

The swordsman in front of him also swung his sword and stabbed him.

His sword was only three feet five inches, while the iron rod in Xiao Tie's hand was a full five feet!

The Iron Boy would be defenseless, but he didn't need to defend either.

At the same time as the sword stabbed, the iron rod also stabbed forward, and with a muffled sound, the round tip of the iron rod, wrapped in the true qi of the iron heart, pierced the sternum of the swordsman in front of him, and with the fragment of the heart, it pierced out from behind him.

The light in the swordsman's eyes dimmed.

His sword wasn't long enough to hurt the broken iron.

"Master, if these three moves are used and you can't control the enemy, what should you do?"

Zhetie remembered in his heart that he had learned swordsmanship when he was a child and asked his master about it.

Master laughed, stroked his head, and said aloud:

"Then swing the sword and smash it!"

"I will remember, you are born with divine power, and you are a peerless genius who cultivates the sword technique of the sea!

This swordsmanship can make you break through the wind and waves, and the master will let you swing the sword a hundred times a day against the sea, which is to raise your strength!

If the enemy is not convinced, smash it!

If you are still not convinced, you will be stoned to death!

In this world's martial arts, only strength is unbreakable! Do you understand? ”

Master's answer echoed in the heart of the young man in Orichi this night.

The three tricks have been exhausted, and the true qi has been exhausted.

But there was one more person in front of him.

The last swordsman seemed to be frightened, he left the terrifying young man, and stabbed at Qingqing with his sword, this scene made Zhetie's heart stir with ferocity, and he exhaled.

Regardless of any swordsmanship, he raised the iron rod brutally.

"Thief dares!"

"Bang"

The iron rod slammed down.

With the boy all the way, all the anger, all the pain, all the strength.

The stick fell like a sword, making a thunderous sound, and like a heavy object falling to the ground, the ground on the high ground seemed to shake, and the four people in the ink gate looked back.

The iron-folding boy was retracting the iron rod, panting.

In front of his eyes, the last swordsman had been smashed into a cloud of flesh and blood, making Qingqing, who was watching next to him, turn pale and almost vomit.

Killing, she's seen it many times.

The senior brother killed many wicked people.

But it was the first time she had seen such a violent and reckless killing.

Xiao Tie is still as silent and honest as in the past, but today, in a few breaths, killing four people in a row has made the image of this simple young man infinitely higher in Qingqing's eyes.

The young man with a good heart was kind-hearted, and in the messy night, he looked at the four corpses that had fallen in front of his eyes.

For the first time since he left his master's sect, he saw so truly how powerful the swordsmanship his master taught him.

This is still an iron rod that does not fit your hand, and if you use an iron heavy sword, you will only win more easily.

He held an iron rod and silently protected Qingqing's side.

In this cold and bloody night, he said in a voice that only he could hear:

"The world's martial arts, only strength is unbreakable...

Master, I see. ”