Qiao Feng slapped Fei Xuanci with one palm, and was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but at this moment, suddenly five figures rushed towards him from all directions, and Qiao Feng had to postpone to meet the enemy.

"Everyone gets the Khitan dog, let's get it!" Someone shouted, waved his knife and rushed towards Qiao Feng in the battle group.

Immediately, the responders were like clouds, and Qiao Feng was instantly surrounded by enemies, and he was almost invisible.

This scene is exactly the same as the battle of Juxianzhuang.

At the critical moment, Qiao Feng didn't care about keeping his hands, and killed several people at the moment, and his blood was completely aroused.

"With many enemies and outnumbered, shameless!"

At this moment, Huang Sheng shouted violently, like a magic sound filling his ears, it was the sound transmission soul searching Dafa of the Xiaoyao faction.

He jumped into the crowd like a big bird, and Qiao Feng countered with his back, and slapped his palms again and again, and more than ten people screamed and fell to the ground, just at this time, someone shouted and punched Huang Shang in the back of the heart, Huang Shang almost rarely made a move after learning martial arts by himself, and was caught off guard in the face of a sneak attack, and suddenly hit the move.

Who knew that before this person's face showed joy, he felt that this punch was like hitting cotton, he was sucked to death, and the internal force of his body surged towards Huang Shang like a torrent, and his face was suddenly shocked!

The person next to him didn't know what was going on, and wanted to help, but as soon as his hand touched this person, he was also sucked in, and he came and went, but it was stained with a lot of people.

"Huagong Dafa!"

The beggar helped Chen Guyan scream in surprise, waved the three-section whip in his hand fiercely, and hit Huang Shang on the head.

There is a drawback when the Northern Spiritual Gong absorbs power, and it can't move itself.

Seeing that Chen Guyan's attack was coming, and Qiao Feng was surrounded by dozens of people, Huang Sheng was anxious, so he had to ignore himself and forcibly reverse his internal force to break free, but in this way, he would be counterattacked.

At the critical moment, I only heard a loud shout, and the sword light flashed in front of me, blocking Chen Guyan's blow.

"Lord Huang Helm, Qi Liu is here!" Qi Liu burst into tears, and attacked Chen Guyan three times in succession, causing Chen Guyan to retreat again and again, and only had the power to parry.

On the other side, He Xie fought alone with more than ten high-ranking monks of the Xuanzi generation, and he had the upper hand.

As the saying goes, ants bite elephants to death, not to mention that the Shaolin Xuanzi monks are by no means ants, they each have one or two seventy-two stunts, and their internal strength is very strong and very difficult.

But after all, He Xie's skills have risen greatly, and now it is not what it used to be, the sword god in his hand is ghostly, and in just such a short period of time, there are still four Xuanzi monks who died under his sword.

These monks suffered a loss, knowing that He Xie had deep internal strength, strange sword momentum, and elegant body style, so they did not dare to fight He Xie head-on, and when they wanted to make a move, many people would shoot together, and they would never be greedy if they missed a blow, and they would flee away in an instant, and the rest of them would immediately make up for it, and never give He Xie time to breathe.

They thought that this would kill He Xie, but they didn't know that this was not as great as the pressure they brought to He Xie by rushing up.

Random punches can kill the master, but the routine is definitely the master's best.

Two or three rounds later, three more people lay dead on the spot, and the monks finally despaired and became anxious.

"Thief, take your life!"

A Xuanzi senior monk roared in despair and rushed forward to grab He Xie, his palm faintly shiny and flashing.

He Xie recognized that this was Shaolin holding the stone hand, and when he swung his sword, he cut his wrist, but he didn't dodge or dodge, but kicked his feet and accelerated towards He Xie!

At the same time, there were also two monks behind He Xie attacking together, and the three sides attacked, so that He Xie had no way to hide!

Brush.

A sword fell, and the wrist of the old monk in front of him was broken, but his body also reached He Xie like a cannonball.

At the same time, the two monks behind him slapped their palms together, one hit He Xie in the heart, and the other patted He Xie on the left shoulder.

There is also an old monk above who descended from the sky and pointed to He Evil Baihui Acupoint.

Seeing that there was no way to go to the sky and no way to enter the ground, He Xie was not in a hurry, and suddenly took a breath of true qi, and his body instantly rose to the sky, like a thunderbolt and lightning, a sword from the top of the old monk's head Qi Gen submerged, and then his body turned over like a tanuki, and the next moment he changed positions with the old monk, and the dead old monk returned to the ground instead of him.

Bang bang bang!

He Xie's action was very fast, and it was extremely ingenious, and when the old monk's body landed, the other three monks noticed that something was wrong but it was too late to withdraw their hands, and the three of them attacked and landed on the old monk's corpse, and his upper body was suddenly deformed and distorted.

Brush Brush Brush!

He Xie swung his sword, and the three old monks below suddenly seemed to be struck by lightning, stiff and did not understand, while He Xie above turned over with a harrier, like an eagle pounced on the rabbit, and rushed straight to the other two old monks not far away, behind him, the three old monks fell obliquely to the ground, but the three of them were already at that moment just now, they were all pierced by He Xie's sword from the left shoulder blade, and the heart was broken.

"The surname He is crazy, let's go together!" Shan Zheng, who was besieging Qiao Feng not far away, saw that half of the Shaolin monks were dead, and he suddenly felt anxious, shouted, and rushed to He Xie's side first.

At this time, everyone was red-eyed, and with a roar, hundreds of people immediately rushed towards He Xie.

He Xie slashed an old monk again with a sword, but was forced to retreat by another old monk's big monument wrestler, he was like a spinning top and retreated into the air, suddenly laughed loudly, and threw the sword in his hand into the air, and then the fingertips of the two middle fingers continued to shoot out waves of invisible sword qi.

Puff puff!

In an instant, the blood mist on the chests of more than ten people burst open, screaming and falling to the ground!

While!

Shan Zheng blocked with a knife and blocked a blow, but he was shocked by the internal force, his blood was surging, and he was terrified in his heart.

He Xie pointed out again and again, he fused the invisible sword qi of the six-vein divine sword, the Shenhe finger and a variety of fingering techniques in Shaolin, sharp and powerful, it can be called the most powerful long-range attack in the world today, at this time, who can stop it?

At the moment, the group of heroes was in chaos and were suppressed and fled in all directions.

He Xie stretched out his hand to catch Xiao Lian who fell down, and with a long roar, he shot straight towards the chaotic crowd, and where the sword shadow passed, people fell down like stubble cutting leeks!

He Xie quickly killed a pair of piercings, and when he turned his head, he saw a long knife cut off his head.

"Death!"

Someone roared angrily, wasn't it just who?

This knife is powerful and heavy, and it can be said that Shan Zheng is the most proud knife.

But He Xie drew a circle forward with his sword, and Shan Zheng's wrist suddenly lightened, and the big knife in his hand and his forearm fell to the ground.

Before he could react, he felt a numbness in his chest, and suddenly all his strength disappeared, and he fell to the ground with a pop.

Before he died, he only saw He Xie staggering past him without looking back.

He suddenly realized that his hatred had never been taken seriously by the other party.

"Daddy!" Five frightened and angry screams came in unison, but they were Shan Zheng's five sons.

"Hey!" He Xie agreed, and killed him with a sword.