Qi Yufeng was stabbed on his body by the four swords together, and he only felt a sharp pain in his chest and abdomen at the moment, and he couldn't help but scream "ah".

But the four of them also appeared at the same time, and when their blades touched the young man's body, they could no longer pierce him, as if a layer of fine armor was blocking them.

It turned out that when Qi Yufeng went down the mountain, Qu Feiyan was afraid that he would lose, so he lent him the soft armor he had woven with silver silk.

At that moment, there was a man in black whose mind was turning very quickly, and when he saw that his long sword could not hurt him, he immediately took advantage of Qi Yufeng's suffocation, and went to snatch the long sword in his hand.

Qi Yufeng's whole body was in severe pain, his whole body was sore, his hands were weak, and he watched his Xuanjin Sword being grabbed by him.

As soon as the man got the sword, he was very proud in his heart, but when he raised his hand slightly, he saw that the sword was quite heavy, not as light as an ordinary long sword, and he couldn't help but be slightly surprised, and his hand was suffocated.

In this instant, Qi Yufeng's internal skills that he had practiced for many days had paid off, and his dantian qi rushed up along the Du vein, and he eased his breath at the moment.

Qi Yufeng rose up a courage, raised his head and opened his mouth to bite the back of his hand, he bit the little fox bite, it was fast and ruthless, and with a click, it was even deep to the bones.

The man didn't take precautions, he screamed miserably, his wrist flicked, and Qi Yufeng immediately raised his hand to snatch back the long sword, making a "lazy donkey roll" roll far away, and then turned over and stood up.

This came and went, the donkey rolled, raised lime, cut people's legs, and then hit the sword, bitten, grabbed the sword, and rolled out again, which was troublesome, but in fact, it was only a few moments.

But for Qi Yufeng, it was a danger that he had never encountered in his life, and almost in a thousand times, he barely snatched a way out.

He saw the tip of his sword jumping in the moonlight, flashing a trace of gold, knowing that it was his hand holding the long sword that couldn't help but tremble, thinking about the clever move, he couldn't help but be a little afraid, but he felt sweaty, dry lips, and his whole body was weak, and he couldn't move.

Every master who taught him swordsmanship had taught him that the long sword in his hand should never be taken away by the enemy, but he took the risk so much today that he almost couldn't even keep the guy who saved his life, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

On the other hand, Pan Yao, the leader of the Haisha Gang, saw that the young man had escaped, and the four of them had not been able to kill the young man after all, so he couldn't help but sigh and finally made a decision.

After he held this "Sword Book of Warding Off Evil Spirits" in his hand, he had already hesitated for a long time, and now he saw that there were only four of the thirteen masters left, the battle situation was unfavorable, and the two sides were in a stalemate, and finally couldn't help but shout: "Haisha Gang, let's go!" ”

When he shouted, the four men in black couldn't help but be shocked, and one of them shouted back: "The surname Pan, you don't want to die?" ”

Pan Roar commanded nearly 100 people from the Haisha Gang to form a formation and surround himself to prevent others from seizing the treasure, and sneered: "Uncles, I can't afford to serve the villain." ”

The man said angrily, "If you flee today, aren't you afraid that your house will be raided and destroyed in the future?" ”

Pan roared triumphantly, slapped the sword in his hand and smiled: "What are you afraid of?" In the future, I have practiced the wonderful martial arts on the "Sword Spectrum to Waroff Evil Spirits", I will see who dares to touch me, go! With a wave of his hand, he led everyone back to the ancient temple along the road.

Seeing that the Haisha Gang was leaving, the leader of the Baijiao Gang over there immediately didn't care about the old friendship, and shouted with round eyes: "Pan Roar, leave the sword spectrum, I will let you live." After that, more than 100 shrimp soldiers and crab generals under his command launched a formation to block the way of the Haisha Gang.

Pan Roar saw that everyone in the Baijiao Gang on the opposite side showed their blades, and he didn't reply at the moment, and raised his sword to the people of the Haisha Gang and said: "Brothers, break out of the encirclement today, and in the future, everyone in my Haisha Gang will have a share in the martial arts on this sword spectrum!" ”

As soon as this word came out, the Haisha Gang rushed up and rushed towards the Baijiao Gang, and the Baijiao Gang was naturally not to be outdone, so they fought with the Haisha Gang, and there was a big chaos at the foot of the mountain.

When the four black-clothed masters saw such a chaotic scene of more than 200 people killing each other, they couldn't help but look at each other, but they couldn't care about these things at the moment.

The four of them were first washed through their nasal cavities by mustard oil, which was really called a Daigo empowerment, and they were very enjoyable, and their eyes were full of tears, and then they were smoked enough by quicklime, and at this time they were crawling and rolling in the mud for a long time, and the lime entered the water, and their whole body stinged, like fire, and they didn't know if they were poisoned.

Thinking about it now, all of them are because of this young man, and at the moment, they can't help but look at the tattered young man in front of them with a pair of resentful eyes.

Qi Yufeng stood on the edge of the mountain road, silently exercising his internal strength, and the depressed breath in his chest was slightly relieved, but seeing that although there were only four people left, all of them were not inferior to him, and he didn't dare to act rashly at the moment, so he had to hold his sword and wait.

At the same time as those people looked at him, he suddenly felt that his left shoulder sank, and a white shadow lay on his shoulder, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and said in his heart: "As soon as the snowball arrives, I will have no worries about my life." ”

The snowball's eyes flashed with a deep divine light, aggressive, staring at the four people opposite, the fur on his whole body was raised, and a tail was stretched straight into the sky, as if he was about to jump up at any time.

The four of them wanted to join forces to come forward to kill Qi Yufeng, but when they saw this little beast coming, they couldn't help but be shocked and hesitated.

In the first half of the night when the ancient temple battled, this little fox was as anxious as lightning, coming and going, and it had to be a combination of three or five people to barely resist, even so, there were two black-clothed masters who were bitten off their ears by it, and now the group is tired and flustered, if this little beast rises again, who can resist it?

At that moment, one person made a quick decision and shouted: "Don't do anything, withdraw!" When the three people on the side heard this, they didn't care about their companions lying on the ground, and turned around to leave.

At this moment, suddenly there was a rumbling sound under the mountain, a commotion, Qi Yufeng stood quite high, only to see that from the direction of the ancient temple, more than 100 men in blue clothes suddenly rushed in, all dismounted, holding straight knives of the same style in their hands.

More than 100 people rushed along the ancient temple to the side of the mountain, and they didn't say much, and when they saw the fighting Haisha Gang and the Baijiao Gang, no matter which side they were, they stabbed with knives.

It's just that after three or five moves, Qi Yufeng couldn't help but be a little shocked, only to see that these men in Tsing Yi didn't have much profoundness in their swordsmanship, but they were powerful, their moves were bizarre, unbelievable, and their moves took people's lives, and they seemed to be three points more ruthless than his Spirit Fox swordsmanship.

These people went deep into the struggle between the two gangs, and they were really like tigers and sheep, and in a short time they were killed in rivers of blood and corpses all over the field.

At this time, the people of the Hengshan faction also rushed to the bottom of the mountain, and when they saw this scene, they each found a pair to set up a seven-flower sword formation, and waited for the battle. But looking at the person in Tsing Yi in front of him, killing people is like cutting wheat in autumn, and he can almost never kill his opponent without using a second move, and he can't help but be a little shocked.

The four people in black saw that this group of people was powerful, and they couldn't care about Qi Yufeng at the moment, and they turned their heads to open a bloody road, but who knew that the people in green clothes had already prepared, and immediately allocated more than a dozen people, three people to deal with one, and surrounded them alone, so that they could not take care of each other.

But seeing that the shape of the three people is fluctuating and fast, they attack one of the upper, middle and lower three ways of attacking the man in black, and the knives are all rushing, which is fast and strange, and between attack and defense and avoidance, it is even more seamless. With just one face, a man in black was tragically dismembered and died; In another round, two more were killed; When the rest of the people saw this, they aroused a wave of courage, and they were crazy, and they shouted a few times, and the long sword in their hands flew up and down, like madness, slashing and chopping, and the three people did not dare to take their edge head-on, and immediately floated and pushed away.

At this time, Yiqing suddenly said beside Qi Yufeng: "That person is using the Songshan Sword Technique. ”

When the man in black heard this, he saw that the man in Tsing Yi did not come forward to attack, so he immediately put away the long sword in his hand, and snorted coldly: "Yes, it is the Songshan faction, what can it do?" Although his tone was arrogant, he couldn't hide the loneliness of his companions all dead at this time, leaving him alone.

At this time, the four families were silent, and the characters of the Haisha Gang and the Baijiao Gang had already been killed, and only the remaining two gang leaders were captured, and they were held to their necks with knives and knelt aside.

A man in Tsing Yi walked out of the crowd and shouted: "Good Songshan faction, good Songshan swordsmanship, wait for me to meet you for a while!" ”

With that, he stepped forward with his knife and fought with the man in black.

The man in black swung his long sword and stabbed at the man in Tsing Yi, and the man in Tsing Yi slashed horizontally, and the long knife circled, and then slashed at the waist of the man in Tsing Yi.

The man in black swung his sword open, and his left palm added internal strength to hit him directly at his vest, which was condescending and powerful.

The man in Tsing Yi reversed his left palm, slapped softly, and his palms intersected, and the man in Tsing Yi was defeated by this master of Songshan, and couldn't help but fly out.

The man in black couldn't help but sneer: "With this ability, you also want to break the Songshan Sword Technique?" ”

The man in Tsing Yi was silent, and he went up again, dozens of moves passed, and the man in black saw that the other party was blindly defensive, and the seal was dense, and he couldn't help but feel impatient, and the sword power became more and more powerful.

The black-clothed man's sword was as fast as a sword, and when he saw that the opponent's sword skills were scattered, he could knock the blade in his hand away within ten moves, and he couldn't help but be secretly happy in his heart, and his hand was even more energetic. Sure enough, he slashed horizontally with a sword, and the man in Tsing Yi raised his sword to block the grid, and the strength in his hand seemed to be quite weak.

At that moment, he returned to the sword, the man in Tsing Yi was invincible, retreated three steps in succession, paused, seemed to be about to die and break the net, raised his knife to split, the master of the Songshan faction snorted coldly, raised his sword to block, but only saw a flash of cold light, and the long knife in the hand of the man in Tsing Yi drew a strange route in the air, and instantly changed from a straight chop to an oblique chop.

I saw that his long knife slashed from the left shoulder of the man in black to his right waist, and the sword light passed, and the man in black was immediately broken into two, and his flesh and blood flew sideways.

This knife is so powerful, it is unbelievable, but it is like lightning, and it divides the victory and defeat, life and death, and everyone in the Hengshan faction exclaimed in unison, all of them were shocked.

Qi Yufeng saw that this person's straight knife technique was swift and fast, and he struck like a ghost, and he was able to change the knife path violently, and he couldn't help but shudder all over his body.

At that moment, he couldn't help but glance at those people in Tsing Yi, and said in his heart: "I don't know which gang these people are, so many masters?" (To be continued...)

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