When the Peng brothers returned from Slender West Lake Flower Street, it was close to dusk, and the sunset was brilliant on the horizon, gilding the Renyi Hall in the distance with a layer of hazy red gold. The martial arts elites gathered in the Renyi Hall had been leaving by boat for a long time, and the noisy voices in the hall had been quiet a lot. Peng Wuwang walked on the embankment by the Slender West Lake with difficulty, his breathing getting heavier and heavier, and by the end of the day, he could hardly seem to even walk.

"Third brother, what's wrong with you?" Peng asked strangely.

"Fourth brother, I suddenly remembered something." Peng Wuwang said in a deep voice.

"What's the matter?" Peng Wuxing saw that his tone was heavy, and hurriedly asked for details.

"I remembered that Luo Yixiao was here." Peng Wuwang thought for a long time before he hesitated.

"Luo Yixiao? That Qingfeng Hall Elder?" Peng asked strangely.

"Well, I think about it, these days, this person's injury has already healed, maybe it will come to the disadvantage of Pengmen, and now we are all in Jiangnan, there are not enough people in the dart game, and it may be dangerous." Peng Wuwang lowered his head and said slowly.

"Oh my God, how did I forget this!" Peng Wuxing screamed in surprise and said, "There are only Hou Ah Da and his mother in the dart game, which is really dangerous."

"yes," Peng nodded hopelessly, "so why don't you rush back to the dart game right now, just in case." I'll go back to Renyi Hall to explain a few words, and it will only take half a day at most, and then I will return to Qingzhou, so it's safer."

Peng Wuxing nodded vigorously and said, "I'll go to Jiangdu Matang to pick a good horse and rush home, and I must not let Luo Yixiao arrive first. With my and Hou Da's two-handed sword technique, we should be able to resist for a while." He is a person who has nothing to worry about, and he has to do whatever comes to his mind immediately. He hurriedly turned around and was about to leave, but was pulled by Peng Wuwang.

"Third brother, what's the matter?" Peng Wuxing asked.

"Fourth brother, go back and tell your aunt that there is no hope that Uncle Situ's daughter has not been redeemed, and I have failed to live up to her expectations, and I have not been able to obtain the head of the Jin Baiba couple, I am very ashamed, please forgive her." Peng said with difficulty.

"Third brother, these things can't be forced, why do you blame yourself so much!" Peng Wuxian smiled, "Don't worry, I'll explain it for you."

"Fourth brother!" Peng Wuwang held his shoulder hard, smiled reluctantly, and said, "It's a pity that I haven't seen you use a two-handed sword technique. If you are successful in swordsmanship, you must remember that if your martial arts are high, you must do more chivalrous deeds and punish evil hoes, otherwise what is the purpose of my generation of martial arts practitioners?"

"Third brother, I remember!" Peng said solemnly.

"You...... In the future, you must take care of yourself, practice martial arts with your heart, and you will have to take care of everything in your family." Peng Wuwang looked at him with some reluctance and said earnestly.

"Third brother, when did you become so wordy!" Peng Wuxing laughed, "I'm not too late to teach these things a lesson later." After that, he shook off his steps and ran in the direction of Jiangdu Matang.

Looking at his back gradually moving away, Peng Wuwang sighed deeply, straightened his chest hard, and tightly grasped the Qiushui long knife at his waist with his left hand.

The jackdaws that inhabit the woods by the lake inexplicably scatter in all directions, chirping miserably and flying off into the distance. A few wild dogs, which wandered between the village buildings, let out a few frightened lows, and cowered on the ground, not daring to look up. The swallows, which were chirping in front of the forest house, stopped their cheerful singing and quickly hid back in their nests under the eaves. A bone-chilling chill drifted over the shore of Slender West Lake.

A walker dressed in green clothes, wearing a hat, wearing a green scarf, and wearing a long sword at his waist, walked slowly in the direction of Jiangnan Renyi Hall. After the gentle evening breeze passed over the person's shoulder, it immediately turned into a cold wind like a knife, losing the early spring breath rich in the wind.

The windward banner of Renyi Hall has arrived in front of him in an instant, and the people in Tsing Yi raised their eyes slightly, looked at the hall flag that had been flying in Jiangdu for a hundred years, smiled coldly, and said slowly: "Jiangnan Renyi Hall, full of benevolence and righteousness, has been talking for a hundred years, and it should be time for the curtain to end." I only heard a faint sound, and a faint, invisible cold light flew out from the waist of the man in Tsing Yi, and then disappeared without a trace in an instant. Shi Shiran, a man in Tsing Yi, walked past the Renyi Hall Banner that was still standing majestically, and suddenly his long sleeves were relaxed, and he lightly hit the flag pillar. The thick flag pillar at the mouth of the bowl fell silently and slowly along the direction of the long-sleeved attack, until it fell to the ground, and then there was an earth-shattering loud "boom". The fracture of the flag pillar is as smooth as a mirror, which is obviously caused by a sharp sword. What a terrible swordsmanship this is.

"Someone's breaking into the hall!" In the distance, Zhuang Ding eagerly shouted a warning, and there were bursts of footsteps and noises in the Renyi Hall.

The man in Tsing Yi sneered slightly, walked to the side of the stone monument standing high in front of the hall, looked at it carefully, and muttered, "Joke, with the Luo family's martial arts, how can it make the blood demon Hu Litai fearful. If you don't listen to the words of deception." With that, she raised her hand slightly, flicked it lightly on the stone tablet, and then stopped looking at it for a moment, and walked straight into the hall.

Behind her, the hard granite stele shattered with a thud, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a pile of stone chips.

"Who dares to damage the Luo family's monument of benevolence and righteousness!" More than a dozen benevolent and righteous Zhuang Yong in blue clothes and blue pants roared angrily, brandishing four-foot broadswords and killing them from all sides. The Luo family is based on martial arts, and all Zhuang Yong who enters the Luo family is qualified to practice the Luo family's swordsmanship, which is famous for its fierceness. Therefore, the strength of Luojia Zhuang Yong can be said to be rare in the world.

And the dozen or so Zhuang Yong who guarded the door have received double strict training, regardless of body style, swordsmanship and internal and external cultivation, they can be listed as a temporary choice on the rivers and lakes.

These dozen or so people each danced a long sword, or stabbed or blocked, or swept or vertically split, and everyone's swordsmanship was full of energy, thick and calm, and impeccable. The man in green clothes sneered, stretched out his right hand, and a long sword of cyan light fluttered out of its sheath, shining in the dim sunset.

"Blue Blade!" "Qingfeng Hall Master!"

In the midst of the exclamation, this strange cyan long sword suddenly grew a seven-foot-long green mang out of the air, which was more than double the long sword that was originally less than five feet, faintly like a cyan Guan knife. The man in Tsing Yi let out a long roar, his body turned gracefully and gracefully in the wind, and the cyan long sword turned into a fan-shaped cyan wave, and rolled towards Zhuang Yong who attacked from all directions like a frenzied tide.

Only a frightened scream was heard, and these Zhuang Yong, who rushed up bravely, didn't have time to make a move before they were cut into two pieces by the magical swordsmanship of the Tsing Yi man's fantastic and magnificent almost unbelievable magic, and scattered on the ground, and the originally neat and clean brick floor was immediately stained red with blood.

"Everybody, stand down!" A calm and majestic shout sounded leisurely, and Zhuang Yong, who was about to rush forward to avenge the dead, immediately stopped, retreated together, put his sword into the sheath, and stood in formation.

"Qingfeng Hall Master, it's always been good." Lo Peixian smiled and hugged his fist at the man in Tsing Yi.

This swordsman who seems to be the reincarnation of Shura is indeed the world's famous killer supreme, the master of Qingfeng Hall.

The Qingfeng Hall Master sneered and said, "Jiangnan Junzi Sword's Qi cultivation kung fu is really good, you can still laugh when you see me, you are still the first."

Luo Peixian smiled slightly and said, "Ever since I was weak, the rivers and lakes have begun to recite the hall master's amazing achievements. It has been 28 years since my Renyi Hall hung 3,000 gold to seek the head of the hall master. Finally, I've waited for the hall master to come."

At this time, Hong Sixue, who was still in the hall, and Zuo Lianshan escorted Fang Mengjing to Luo Peixian's side.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the Qingfeng Hall Master, and he said coldly, "Although the Renyi Hall is hanging red, there are a few people who are willing to fight against me for this mere three thousand gold. Jiangnan Luo's move is just to add to the laughing stock. I'm not in the mood to bother with you."

Luo Peixian let out a long sigh and said, "The popularity of my Luo family is definitely not for those Xiao Xiao's people who chase fame and fortune, but to promote the righteousness of the rivers and lakes, and also to talk to those chivalrous warriors who have the courage to challenge the poor and evil. What the Qingfeng Hall Master said is a laughing stock, but where to start."

The master of Qingfeng Hall frowned, and said, "What is the benefit of the battle of tongues, I came today to take the head of the person, and if you have any words, leave them to the king of Hades." With that, the long sword was unfurled, and a strange and unpredictable green light once again appeared on the tip of the Qingfeng sword like a flame.

"I didn't expect that the hall master had already practiced to the realm of swords, and compared to the current Yue Nu Palace Master Zuo Nianqiu, he was even better." Fang Mengjing, the wise fairy who had not spoken on the side, suddenly said.

The Qingfeng Hall Master looked at her and smiled slightly, "The Wisdom Fairy family is very knowledgeable, and her reputation is well deserved. It's a pity, what's the use of telling Lo Peixian. How can he resist my Blue Blade, just wait for death."

Luo Peixian's eyes flashed, and he said, "The hall master said this too early." With a shake of his hand, he took off his outer coat, revealing his samurai suit inside, and strode to the middle of the courtyard, standing with his feet apart, shoulder level, and standing solemnly. At his stop, Yuanting Yuezhi, was like a lofty mountain, majestically blocking the way of the Qingfeng Hall Master.

"Okay, the children of the Luo family, they do have a demeanor that is not inferior to any master in the world." The Qingfeng Hall Master nodded in praise.

"The Qingfeng Hall Master has praised you." Luo Peixian stroked the sword with his right hand, his body bowed slightly, and a murderous aura as sharp as a sword blade rushed straight towards the Qingfeng Hall Master.

At this time, Hong Sixue said loudly, "Mr. Luo, let me help you." After speaking, he shook his hand, and the three fiery red flying eagle whips in his waist came out.

"Don't come here!" Seeing her coming to the left, Luo Peixian hurriedly said sharply.

Hong Sixue was slightly stunned, not understanding why he was so panicked.

The Qingfeng Hall Master frowned slightly, thought for a moment, suddenly realized, and said slowly: "Red Gang Master, I think you'd better get out of the way, Mr. Luo's swordsmanship is amazing, no matter who is the enemy or me, the jade will be burned."

Luo Peixian was slightly startled, and then smiled bitterly: "The hall master has seen and heard a lot, and Luo sincerely admires it. Yes, I am a very reluctant sword in Ailao Mountain in Yunnan." As soon as these words came out, the audience was shocked.

It turned out that at the time of the Southern Jin Dynasty, there was a pair of fairy heroes on the rivers and lakes. They are all masters of the sword gate of Ailao Mountain in Yunnan, and they are good at using long swords, swordsmanship is unique in martial arts, and no one in the world can combine the two swords. The people of the rivers and lakes are called both beautiful and beautiful. One of them is called Feng Ruyan, and the other is called Hua Ziyan. Later, Feng Ruyan refused to accept the unparalleled reputation of the Yue Nu Palace's swordsmanship, and broke through to the top of the light with a single sword, defeated more than ten masters of the Lotus Burial Sword Pool in a row, and killed several people with even more hot hands. In the end, the then Yue Nu Palace Master personally captured him and imprisoned him in the Tiandu Peak Wannian Gray Pavilion.

Hua Ziyan saved her husband, broke into Tiandu Peak three times, and was stopped by the palace master of Yue Nu for the first time, blinded in one left eye, and broke through in a bloody battle. The second time, he was stopped by the one hundred and eight protectors of the Burial Sword Pool, and in a scuffle, he lost his left arm and absconded with injuries. The third time he broke into the mountain, he was trapped in the mechanism of the Wannian Gray Pavilion, was seriously injured, and was imprisoned at the other end of the Wannian Gray Pavilion, although he was only separated by a wall from his husband, but he was never able to see each other.

In the past ten years, Hua Ziyan and Feng Ruyan pleaded, and the Yue Nu Palace Master always insisted that one day they could not defeat her, they would not let the two go out, let alone let them meet. The two of them can only practice martial arts in the prison cell, hoping to defeat the Yue Nu Palace Master one day. The emperor lived up to his painstaking efforts, and after ten years, he finally let Feng Ru realize a set of wonderful swordsmanship. This sword technique is strong and powerful, all of which are introductory moves, and they are extremely powerful.

On that day, Feng Ruhui was escorted to the sword competition platform of the Yue Nu Palace, and said that he had created a set of swordsmanship that stood alone in the world, and he wanted to compete with the Yue Nu Palace Master. The master of the Yue Nu Palace was happy when he saw the hunt, and readily agreed.

So the two had another earth-shattering competition on the sword competition platform. This sword competition was less than seventy moves, and the wind roared like a long whistle, using a newly created sword technique, this sword technique used pure masculine internal force with fierce sword moves, producing a force so powerful that it almost overpowered the heavens and the earth. The most surprising thing is that in order to perform this set of swordsmanship, Feng Ruhui has created a set of strange internal skills for breathing luck, as long as he runs this mental method, the frequency of the sword can be ten times faster than his usual level, that is to say, the time when he usually stabs a sword, he can now stab ten swords. When Feng Ruhui had just used this set of sword techniques, he suddenly felt bad, he found that not only could he not fully control the direction of the sword blade, but also his own blood qi turned faster and faster with the operation of the internal force, and the eight veins of the Qi Jing were swollen and cracked. He took out one hundred and eight swords in a row, and suddenly threw the long sword into the air. The peerless sword that had followed him for decades shattered into a piece of silver dust in the air. The Yue Nu Palace Master was already at an extreme disadvantage, as long as there was one more sword, he would be pierced through a transparent hole. In addition to escaping death, she wondered why Feng Ruhui gave up such a good opportunity to defeat the enemy in vain.

At this time, Feng Ruhui was unable to speak because of the surging blood in his body, so he stretched out a finger and wrote the words "Reluctantly, see Hua" with difficulty on the sword table paved with hard bluestone slabs. The palace master of the Yue Nu immediately understood his intentions, and personally performed light skills to come to Tiandu Peak and pick up Hua Ziyan.

Seeing Hua Ziyan appear in front of him, the wind smiled like a blur, burst all over his body, turned into a sky full of blood powder, and scattered with the wind. Hua Ziyan was heartbroken and fainted from crying on the spot.

Although in this game, the palace master of the Yue Nu could not be regarded as losing, she still kept her promise, personally escorted Hua Ziyan and Feng Ruyan's sword spectrum heart method down the mountain, and warned the people not to disturb the sword gate of Ailao Mountain.

In order to prevent the loss of the swordsmanship created by the late husband, Hua Ziyan returned to the Sword Gate of Ailao Mountain in Yunnan, passed on this set of swordsmanship to the doorman, and then committed suicide.

Since then, this set of swordsmanship and the poignant legends related to it have been passed down from generation to generation, and have been widely spread in the rivers and lakes. Because this set of swordsmanship can make people swing the sword at a frequency ten times the usual speed, and the time of each sword is only one-tenth of the usual swing of the sword, so it accounts for ten points. And the reluctance in the back is to commemorate the deep affection of Feng Ruhui who was about to die with the enemy, because he missed his beloved wife and endured the pain, and was reluctant to die immediately. So this set of swordsmanship has been spread in the world with a very reluctant name.

Because this set of swordsmanship is a martial art that dies with the enemy, it is extremely ruthless and fierce, and it hurts itself before hurting the enemy, so few people practice. Some people jokingly call this sword technique the "wasp tail back needle", which means that once it is used, whether the enemy is killed or not, he will definitely die.

Unexpectedly, the Jiangnan Junzi Sword, who was deeply loved for his elegant demeanor, actually learned this swordsmanship that only a madman would learn.

"Wasp's tail needle! Mr. Lowe really surprised me." There was a solemn look in the eyes of the Qingfeng Hall Master.

"This set of swordsmanship, I originally intended to leave it to the world's No. 1 Demon Purple Kunlun to enjoy. It's the same with the hall master now." Lo Peixian's eyes showed a sharp look.

"Is there a Heavenly Demon hanging red here?" The Qingfeng Hall Master raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked curiously.

"Yes." Lo Peixian took a big step forward, and with a loud bang, the stone slab in front of him sank deeply, leaving a deep footprint.

"So daring. Even if it's me, I'm going to write you a word of service." The master of Qingfeng Hall stood with his sword and nodded his head.

Lo Peixian smiled proudly and bowed with his head held high.

"Mr. Luo, don't!" Hong Sixue, Fang Mengjing and Zuo Lianshan exclaimed in unison.

Luo Peixian smiled slightly and said, "The children of the Luo clan have long regarded life and death as an equal, so you don't have to mind. If you don't have this set of very reluctant swords, how can you stop the world-famous Qingfeng Hall Master." As soon as the words fell, 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 purple bamboo scabbard, turning into a brilliant sword curtain, and rolling towards the Qingfeng Hall Master like a sea of stars and rain.

The onlookers were stunned by this very reluctant sword gorgeous move like a fireworks display, as if they were under a spell, and they couldn't move at all.

"Good!" The Qingfeng Hall Master praised it, 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 Luo Peixian, who was attacking like a bamboo.

At this time, Luo Peixian could no longer remind people of his humble and elegant gentleman's appearance, but he seemed to be possessed by the god of war, his eyes were like fire, his eyebrows were angry, he walked with his sword, his wrists trembled, and he sent out waves of bright and dazzling sword waves. Only between breaths, he had already attacked the Qingfeng Hall Master without any hesitation, and 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 two ways. The Qingfeng Sword of the Qingfeng Hall Master was like a bronze wall, firmly blocking in front of him, and he took the eighty-one swords one by one without giving a step.

Luo Peixian roared sharply, his body was like a flying crane, soaring upward, and the long sword came down from above, covering the Qingfeng Hall Master like a storm. The master of Qingfeng Hall didn't even have time to raise his head, and the Qingfeng sword went up, and with the shocking kung fu of listening to the wind and distinguishing the shape, the sword pulled the flat flower, and connected Luo Peixian's round of eighty-one swords from the bottom up.

The sound of the two swords striking each other is like bursting beans in oil, the interval is extremely short, continuous, if you listen to it from a distance, it is like a long sword sound. 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 Luo Peixian turned his head behind the master of Qingfeng Hall with a beautiful hollow head. The Qingfeng Hall Master didn't turn back, and with a backhand sword, a green light seemed to have eyes, pointing directly at Luo Peixian's eyebrows.

Huo Ran, Qingmang dimmed when he was about to touch Luo Peixian. And Lo Peixian 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. The master of Qingfeng Hall was forced to no longer be able to calmly use the kung fu of listening to the wind to distinguish the shape, a whirlwind, the Qingfeng Sword was like the Xiaoxiang long sleeves of the Luoshui Goddess, casually swaying the sky with clear light, and the posture was graceful and graceful, which was dizzying.

Luo Peixian, who was like a red flame, and the Qingfeng Hall Master who was swordsman, each danced with their long swords, 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 extremely gorgeous, making the eyes of the onlookers blind.

When everyone opened their eyes again, the Qingfeng Hall Master and Luo Peixian had already exchanged positions for each other, standing back to back.

A faint and bitter smile appeared on Luo Peixian's face again, and the long sword swung into its sheath.

The long sleeve of the Qingfeng Hall Master's right hand "boomed" and burst into scattered pieces, turning into a butterfly-like fragment of the day, revealing her arm as white as jade.

"What a set, very reluctant to give up the sword. What a Lo Peixian." The Qingfeng Hall Lord sighed and said loudly.

"Luo is here to thank the hall master for his mercy." Lo Peixian snorted, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and said with difficulty.

The Qingfeng Hall Master stood quietly for a long time before he said coldly, "I just want to see the complete Ten Reluctance Sword to see if it is as magical as the legend." It turned out that when Luo Peixian flipped behind the Qingfeng Hall Master with a hollow heel just now, her sword had already shot out, directly hitting Luo Peixian's eyebrows. If this trick is implemented, ten Lo Peixian will also settle the account together, but she suppressed the sword and did not take his life, so Luo Peixian has this sentence.

"The hall master smiled." Luo Peixian barely suppressed the boiling blood all over his body, opened his mouth and said, this opening, another stream of blood spurted out.

"Mr. Luo!" Hong Sixue eagerly wanted to go over and support Luo Peixian, but was pulled by Fang Mengjing.

"Don't come closer, you'll get seriously hurt." Fang Mengjing said in a trembling voice with tears in her eyes.

"Sister Jing!" Hong Sixue said urgently.

The Qingfeng Hall Master slowly turned his head, looked at Luo Peixian's crumbling figure, and said coldly, "Do you have an heir?"

With all his might, Luo Peixian slowly turned around, faced the murderous killer king, and said with difficulty, "One son."

"What if I leave him alive." The Qingfeng Hall Master said lightly.

Luo Peixian let out 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 that flew and rolled in the sky, and the evening wind came westward, blowing away this blood mist in an instant. The world-famous Jiangnan Junzi Sword has disappeared in this world, leaving only the sword that has accompanied him for thirty-nine years lying on the ground desolately.

"Owner!" When the surrounding Zhuang Yong saw Luo Peixian's heroic sacrifice, all of them were stunned, and they all knelt on the ground, crying bitterly.

"Why be upset, you will meet Lo Peixian again in half a moment." The eyes of the Qingfeng Hall Master showed a fierce murderous intent. These Renyitang stood up solemnly and neatly, and "singing" sounded in unison, and everyone pulled out their long swords, pointed obliquely to the ground, and took a step forward with their left foot, posing in the Luo family sword technique. More than 100 four-foot broadswords were neatly lined up, reflecting the afterglow of the remnant sun, red as blood, just like the bloodshot in the eyes of Zhuang Yong.

"Sister Jing, Brother Zuo, you guys go quickly! Zhuang Yong and I are blocking the Qingfeng Hall Master!" Hong Sixue said urgently.

"No need, Mengjing decided to live and die with Renyi Hall here." Fang Mengjing said firmly.

"Me too," Zuo Lianshan said loudly, "Although Renyitang has wanted several of my brothers, how could I, Zuo Lianshan, let a woman protect me from disasters, and I will let go today." After speaking, he waved the hammer in his hand and stood firm with the pile.

"Good!" A heroic voice came from behind him, and the Red Sky Man limped out of the house slowly and came to Zuo Lianshan's side.

"Daddy!" Hong Sixue exclaimed miserably.

"Don't persuade again, Sixue, you see that Daddy is a person who retreats from battle." Red Sky Man laughed.

Hong Sixue smiled bitterly and shook her head, no longer speaking.

"Kill!" All Zhuang Yong shouted in unison, and more than a dozen Zhuang Yong began to advance with their swords. Hong Sixue stretched out her long whip, flew over the heads of several Zhuang Yong, and landed in the center of the field, the flying eagle whip flashed with red light, and the lightning shot towards the head of the Qingfeng Hall master, kicking off the prelude to the decisive battle.

More than 100 Zhuang bravely rushed forward one after another regardless of their bodies, and were hit one after another by the ghostly sword on the Qingfeng sword, and the torn corpses flew in all directions. The blood of his companions aroused Zhuang Yong's blood even more, and everyone roared like beasts and rushed up to kill, desperately surrounding the Qingfeng Hall Master to fight. Hong Sixue's long whip was like a fire dragon, and the three-zhang whip body was just enough to restrain the Qingfeng Hall Master's strange sword moves, circling around her body, making her have to attack in close quarters, and also allowing many Zhuang Yong to avoid the Qingfeng Hall Master's terrifying sword and rush to her to fight. The master of Qingfeng Hall saw the specialness of the Red Sixue whip method, sneered, his figure rose from the ground, and the green luan soared in the air, the long sword slashed a sword in the east and 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.