In the Shenwu Temple, the sound of killing was everywhere. Corpses were strewn all over the field, and rivers of blood flowed like rivers.

"Your Excellency's martial arts are strong, why don't you surrender to the imperial court! I will be His Royal Highness the Emperor of Ming, and I will add an official to you and bless your descendants! Zheng Danshan tried to surrender.

Ximen sneered: "Zhu Yunwen is a mud bodhisattva who crosses the river and cannot protect himself, and a fool will submit to him!" ”

"You are the one of the Yan King!" When Zheng Danshan heard this, his face changed slightly.

"It's too late to think about it now!" Ximen sneered disdainfully, and then said: "Let's make a move, I want to see what kind of skills the people who can defeat the four masters of my Ruthless Hall have!" ”

When Zheng Danshan heard Ximen Thorn speak so wildly, a trace of essence shot out of his eyes, and he raised his head and roared. In the roar of breaking stones and piercing gold, the long sword in his hand was like a blessed artifact, leaping out of the scabbard, turning into a brilliant sword curtain, and rolling towards the west gate like a sea of stars and rain.

"Good!" Ximen stabbed in praise, and the shining Qingfeng Sword swallowed out a cyan sword of about seven feet, and quickly shook left and right, turning into a cyan light curtain around his body, and facing Zheng Dan Mountain, which was attacking like a bamboo.

At this time, Zheng Danshan seemed to be possessed by the god of war, his eyes were like fire, his eyebrows were angry, he walked with the sword, his wrist trembled sharply, and he sent out waves of bright and dazzling sword waves. Only between breaths, he had no delay in attacking eighty-one moves at Ximen in a row, these eighty-one swords were as fast as a white horse passing through the gap, as fierce as a thunderbolt, stabbing straight and slashing, not leaving the middle and lower roads. The Ximen Tattoo Blade Sword was like a bronze wall, firmly blocking in front of him, and he took the eighty-one swords one by one without giving way.

Zheng Danshan roared sharply, his body was like a flying crane, soaring upward, and the long sword came down from above, stabbing at the west gate like a storm. Ximen Thorn didn't even have time to raise his head, Qingfeng Sword went up, with the shocking kung fu of listening to the wind and distinguishing the shape, the sword pulled the flat flower, and connected Zheng Danshan's round of eighty-one swords from bottom to top.

The sound of the two swords striking each other is like bursting beans in oil. The intervals are extremely short and continuous, and if you hear it from a distance, it is like a long sword roar. At the time of the last sword. The two swords struck each other again, and the sound of gold and iron was like a thunderbolt, and the sound spread for ten miles, and Zheng Danshan turned over behind the Ximen sashimi with a beautiful hollow head. Simon didn't turn back and backhanded. A green glow seemed to have eyes, pointing directly at the center of Zheng Danshan's eyebrows.

Huo Ran, Qingmang dimmed when he was about to touch Zheng Danshan. And Zheng Danshan had already trembled with his long sword, and attacked again at a gallop. This time the attack was even more violent, he pierced the back of the sword, and the long sword in his hand was soaked with the pure internal force of his penance for decades, and it actually began to tremble and roar, emitting a hoarse and low sword sound. The terrifying sound of the sword muffled the sound of the long sword breaking through the air, making the sword move in his hand not only as fast as lightning, but also without a trace.

Simon was forced to no longer be able to use his composure to distinguish the shape by listening to the wind. With a whirlwind, the Qingfeng Sword is like the Xiaoxiang long sleeves of the Luoshui Goddess, swaying the sky with a clear light, and the posture is graceful and dazzling.

Zheng Danshan, who was like a red flame, and Ximen Thorn, who was a sword with a clear lightning, each danced with a long sword, and they collided together like lightning, and the sword light in the sky suddenly exploded as if it exploded, bursting out of blue and white flames that were gorgeous to the extreme. When everything was calm, Ximen Thorn and Zheng Danshan had already exchanged positions for each other, standing back to back.

A faint and bitter smile appeared on Zheng Danshan's face again, and he swung his long sword. Included in the sheath.

"Follow King Yan, you won't end well!" Zheng Danshan said softly.

"You don't have to worry about this for a long time!" Simon said proudly.

When Zheng Danshan heard this, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and the matching sword in his hand fell to the ground with a thud. Then. His entire body suddenly burst from it, turning into a rain of blood flying and rolling in the sky, and the evening wind came westward, blowing away this cloud of blood mist in an instant. A generation of swordsmanship masters disappeared in this world, leaving only the sword that had accompanied him for decades lying desolate on the ground.

The other side. cut off Tianya and Cheng Hongyi also successfully entered the Shenwu Palace, but on the hospital bed, there was no figure of Wu Xiaotang.

"Hall Master, Wu Xiaotang is not here!" Cut off the end of the world and rush out of the main hall.

Ximen Thorn casually cut down the two Ouchi masters, shook his head and said, "Impossible, it must still be hiding in the palace!" ”

"It's still hot in the bed, it must have been a long time since I left!" Cheng Hongyi said excitedly.

"Bold fanatics, dare to go wild in the palace!" Suddenly, Hong Sixue came out of nowhere, and rushed directly to Ximen to meet him. Her long whip was like a fire dragon, and the three-zhang whip body was just enough to restrain Ximen Thorn's strange sword moves, circling around his body, making him have to attack in close quarters, and also allowing many Ouchi masters to avoid the terrifying sword of Ximen Thorn and rush to him to fight.

Ximen Thorn saw the specialness of the Red Sixue whip method, sneered, his figure rose from the ground, soaring in mid-air like a green luan, the long sword slashed a sword in the east, swept a sword in the west, the green blade sword was shining, and a surging Qingyan flew and surged at the tip of the sword.

Compared with Hong Sixue, Ximen Thorn's martial arts are more than a step higher, if it weren't for the fact that the master of Ouchi was on the side, Hong Sixue would not even have a chance to sneak attack.

"Haha, is Zhu Yunwen surrounded by wine bags and rice bags? I didn't even have an opponent to let me loosen, so disappointing! Ximen smiled and wanted to end Hong Sixue's young life, when suddenly a long groan came from behind him.

"You're too early to get complacent!" A gray shadow came from far and near, and it burrowed into Hong Sixue's whip ring like lightning, and a powerful arm tightly wrapped around her slender waist. Hong Sixue only felt that she was involuntarily carried sideways and flew out of the field, and in a blink of an eye, she was outside the circle.

At this time, she saw the long sword in Ximen's thorn's hand turn, and dozens of blue-blue swords neatly arranged according to the Fuxi hexagram erupted. These dozens of swords were like dozens of sharp swords with long blades and wide backs, and in an instant, they cut off the body of the master of Ouchi who was still fighting in the field, and the blood rain came to his face, and a disgusting and tragic wind appeared in the entire Shenwu Palace.

"Red Girl, are you alright?" Shi Potian looked at the red Sixue Dao with a blue face.

"Thank you, Brother Shi, I'm fine!" Hong Sixue said weakly.

"I have long heard that Wu Xiaotang has two big masters under him, a man and a woman! One with a sword, one with a sword! You must be the swordsman! Simon Thorn looked at Shi Po Tian Dao from above.

Shi Potian put down Hong Sixue and did not answer, but said with a solemn face: "Your Excellency's move just now is the Eight Array Diagram?" ”

"Haha, you have a bit of eyesight!" Simon smirked.

Shi Potian nodded slightly, this opponent should be the strongest martial artist since he followed Wu Xiaotang! This person's swordsmanship is only afraid that it is stronger than Jinse Mixiang. (To be continued.) )