These enemies' martial arts are not weak, and there are many of them, and the Quanzhen disciples have fallen behind. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIt's just that the enemy is fighting on its own, but the seven Tiangang Beidou Arrays echo each other, and they are tightly guarded, although the enemy is strong, they can resist it as much as they can.

Qin Yun saw that most of the disciples in the square were disciples below the fourth generation of "Qing" characters, and only a few disciples of the third generation, and when he was doubting in his heart, he suddenly heard a voice in the main hall, and there were outsiders inside. Qin Yun secretly said that it was not good, and Yin Zhiping hurriedly swept in. When the Quanzhen disciples saw Qin Yun and Yin Zhiping, they naturally got out of the way and let them in.

When Qin Yun and Yin Zhiping entered the main hall, they happened to see Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, Wang Chuyi and others confronting a group of people. Qin Yun and Yin Zhiping hurriedly came to Ma Yu and the others, glaring angrily at the invading enemy.

Qin Yun looked around, and saw that the hall was black and oppressive, and there were two people headed by the attacking enemy. One was dressed in a red robe and wore a golden crown, describing him as thin, and he was a middle-aged Tibetan monk. The other was dressed in a yellow and light-colored brocade robe, holding a folding fan, dressed as a noble son, about thirty years old, with a proud look on his face. Both of them are calm and exquisite, and they are very different from many other enemies.

These two are none other than Hodu and Darba.

"Who are you who are sacred, who dare to come to my Quanzhen Sect to spread wildness?" Qiu Chuji had the most violent temper and immediately shouted loudly.

"Hehe, Xiao Wang has heard the name of the Quanzhen Sect for a long time, and now it seems a bit exaggerated." Huo Du sneered.

"You ......" Qiu Chuji was furious, and he wanted to make a move, but Ma Yu waved his hand to stop him.

"Master, they are the disciples of the Mongolian National Master Golden Wheel Dharma King Huodu and Darba." Qin Yun came to Ma Yu's side and whispered.

"Haha, boy, looking at your young age, you also know the name of this son, not bad, not bad." Huo Du's skills were extraordinary, and when he heard Qin Yun's voice, he said with some complacency.

"It turned out to be a disciple of the Mongolian national teacher, but I don't know why the donors came to my Chongyang Palace, and they are still so popular." When Ma Yu heard that it was a Mongolian, his heart tightened, and he frowned slightly.

At this time, the Quanzhen Sect was in Mongolia, and their hearts were towards the Great Song Dynasty, and Ma Yu was naturally worried about the intentions of Huo Du and others.

"This prince doesn't have the heart to come to your place where birds don't, as long as you get out of the way, this prince won't have time to ink with you." Huo Du said arrogantly, not taking the Quanzhen Sect and everyone present in his eyes at all, which made the eyes of the Quanzhen Sect angry in the eyes.

"Presumptuous!" When it came to the reputation of the Quanzhen Sect, Qiu Chuji couldn't hold back any longer, and jumped out and said, "Let this Dao test your depth to see if you really have this arrogant ability." ”

Ma Yu sighed, knowing that a fight was inevitable, and he didn't stop Qiu. Seeing this, the rest of the Quanzhen Sect began to fight with the people brought by Huodu and Darba.

Qin Yun's heart was as calm as water, eliminating all distracting thoughts, and instantly unsheathed the nameless sword at his waist. I saw a flash of sword light, and an enemy fell under Qin Yun's sword. Qin Yun succeeded in striking a blow, his expression did not waver in the slightest, his wrist changed again, the cold star trembled, and another enemy was killed by the middle of the point.

Speaking of which, the cultivation of these people is similar to Qin Yun, even if there is a gap in internal strength, they will not be wantonly slaughtered by Qin Yun like chickens and ducks. It's just that Qin Yun's mental method is the authentic internal strength of the Xuanmen, Zhongzheng is peaceful, and the internal force cultivated is dense and flexible, and the qi veins are long, which is far from being comparable to the internal strength of these third-rate people in the rivers and lakes. Second, Qin Yun has practiced the ten-step one-kill swordsmanship for many years, and what he pays attention to is fast and one-hit killing. Even if Qin Yun didn't use the ten-step one-kill swordsmanship now, there was still a little shadow in his swordsmanship. In addition, his swordsmanship far surpassed that of these third-rate people in the rivers and lakes, and he naturally formed an obvious overwhelming advantage over their killing.

"Good thief! What a fast sword! Kind and ruthless means! Huo Du alone resisted the attacks of several Quanzhen Sect disciples, including Qiu Chuji, and still had some spare strength, and he couldn't help but shout when he saw Qin Yun's killing methods.

In just a few moments, there were already as many as four or five people who fell under Qin Yun's hands, and none of them survived. Qin Yun's performance immediately attracted the attention of the Quanzhen Sect, Huo Du and Darba, and others. Huo Du looked at Qin Yun's expressionless eyes, skillful movements, and ruthless, ruthless, and never-before-lived methods, even if his cultivation was far superior to Qin Yun's, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, because he couldn't be sure if he would be able to retreat under Qin Yun's sudden attack.

Huo Du had distracting thoughts in his heart, and the movements in his hands were naturally weakened, and Qiu Chuji and the others, who were enemies with him, suddenly felt a great reduction in pressure.

"Is your Quanzhen Sect so ruthless? Wanton slaughter of fellow Jianghu people? Huo Du felt a trace of fear in his heart and shouted loudly.

Ma Yu frowned, obviously dissatisfied with Qin Yun's excessive killing. As soon as he wanted to say something, Qiu Chuji spoke first, and his tone was still full of the pride and fiery of his youth: "Phew, you have all been killed in Chongyang Palace, what are you talking about." We will kill as many people as you come today. ”

Huo Duzhi felt a pain in his head, and he never thought that there were such warriors among the Song people, who had always been cowardly, and they were still monks, and he suddenly felt a little embarrassed. If you want to get out now, I'm afraid it's not so easy.

At this moment, a loud roar suddenly came: "Bold thief, dare to come to Chongyang Palace to spread wild?" ”

Huo Du only felt a shock in his body, and a strong internal force hit him. Huo Du suddenly took a few steps back, his face was pale, and the corners of his mouth were a hint of red, obviously suffering a big loss. He looked around, and a person suddenly appeared in front of him, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, broad chest and straight waist, in his thirties, with a slight mustache on his upper lip, looking like an ordinary farmer

Guo Jing didn't take the enemy in his eyes, knelt down and kowtowed to Ma Yu and the others, and said, "Disciple Guo Jing, meet you." Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, and Wang Chuyi smiled and nodded, and raised their hands to return the salute.

Suddenly, I heard Yin Zhiping shouting: "Brother Guo be careful! "But it was Huo Du and the Tibetan monk Darpa Tushi who plotted.

Guo Jing didn't turn his head back, and slapped his left palm back, it was a move for the dragon to swing its tail, and with a snap, it had already slapped Darba. And the middle finger of the right hand was obliquely clasped, and it popped out gently, hitting the fan that Huo Du swept in a hurry. Darba roared with a tiger, his face was red with blood, and suddenly he was full of purple energy, and tried his best to hold the stake, but he couldn't stand and took a step back. He was strong and did not retreat, and he was already injured internally.

Huo Du only felt a strong force coming from the fan, the tiger's mouth was in severe pain, and he took his shoulder as the axis, obliquely stroked a "Xuanniao Scratching Sand", and his right arm drew a semicircle, so that the force was removed, and when he looked at it, he was shocked to find that a steel cast fan bone had been beaten into an arc.