After a while, the sword-wielding man who had gone in to report returned, followed by a tall maid. The maid seemed to have a higher status than the four doormen, and as soon as she appeared, all four doormen bent slightly and did not say a word.

"Sikong Hall Master, Fifth Prince, our sect master is invited. ”

The maid bowed, then leaned sideways and made a gesture of please.

Sikong Ming returned the salute, then touched the fifth Tingyun with his shoulder, and said in his ear: "Give her the sword." ”

"Why?" said the fifth, asking.

"No, it's the rule. Sikong Ming shrugged his shoulders, indicating that there was nothing he could do.

Unexpectedly, the maid smiled and said, "No need." ”

This time, it was Sikong Ming's turn to open his mouth and look at the maid, but he couldn't see the maid looking joking at all, and she would never dare to joke about this kind of thing. The reason why this maid dared to say this could only be that their sect master had ordered it.

"Please. The maid said again.

Sikong Ming nodded, and pulled the fifth Tingyun into the gate. He looked at the distance behind him and saw if the maid was close, and then reminded in a low voice: "Be smart, I didn't have this treatment last time, I don't know what Ji Sanniang has in mind......"

Seeing that Sikong Ming pointed to the Liren Sword in his hand, the fifth Tingyun held it tighter.

"This way, please. "Whenever the two of them came across a fork in the road, the maid would trot to the front to lead the way. After turning a few corners, the three of them finally came to the reception hall of the Ghost King Sect.

The black veil above the hall is fluttering, quite ghostly. The innermost part of the hall is covered with a layer of purple gauze as thin as a cicada's wing, dividing the entire lobby into two parts: inside and outside. Sikong Ming and the Fifth Tingyun, under the leadership of the maid, came to the outer hall.

In the outer hall, in addition to Sikong Ming, the fifth Tingyun, and the maid, there were more than a dozen sword-wielding people. These swordsmen were all covered in black scarves, and they couldn't tell their age or appearance, and they couldn't even tell the difference between men and women. The fifth listened to Yun and made a rough count, and found that there were thirteen of these swordsmen.

"Array!"

Without waiting for Sikong Ming to salute, a lazy voice came from the inner hall behind the purple gauze curtain.

As soon as this voice fell, the thirteen masked swordsmen in the outer hall flashed their swords at the same time, and the sound of drawing their swords brushed together, startling the fifth Tingyun.

"Sikong Hall Master, please sit here. The maid said to Sikong Ming.

Dare to love this is for the fifth Tingyun.

Sikong Ming threw a helpless look to the fifth Tingyun, and then sat down at the door of the outer hall under the instructions of the maid. Although he is the hall master of Huangxiangtang, when he arrives here, even he doesn't dare to make a mistake.

Fifth, Tingyun raised the Liren Sword in front of him, always on guard. He squinted behind the purple curtain, but could only vaguely see a figure, not its specific face. He glanced at the thirteen swordsmen who were waiting for him again, and said, "The sect master has a word first, as long as I come, Bai Jie will not interfere with whether he goes or stays in your sect." ”

"Yes. The lazy voice behind the purple yarn sounded again, as if he had just woken up, "But whether you go or stay depends on your ability." ”

"I want to see Bai Jie first. The fifth Tingyun carried the sword and did not draw it.

"If they finish dancing with a set of swordsmanship, you can still stand, and the white girl will come out to see each other. From this languid voice alone, it was easy to associate the man behind the curtain with a noblewoman. If it weren't for being in the Ghost King Sect, I'm afraid no one would have believed that such a lazy and gentle voice would come from the Ghost King Sect Ji Thirteen Niang.

"Is this true?" Fifth Tingyun didn't feel a strong Yuan Force from these thirteen swordsmen, which showed that they were very likely not to be in the Nayuan Realm.

"Really!" Ji Sanniang's voice floated out gently, "These people are just received by me, and they have only been practicing swords for less than seven days, and martial arts have just started. ”

Fifth, Tingyun didn't know why Ji Thirteen Niang would introduce the situation of these thirteen people in detail, but since the other party said it, then there would definitely be no fake. Knowing the strength of the thirteen swordsmen, he thought about it for a moment and said, "Please." ”

Then Huo Di drew his sword and unsheathed it.

When the sword was unsheathed, a cold light flashed.

Just as the fifth Tingyun had just drawn his sword, thirteen swordsmen drew their swords at the same time, striking at him from thirteen directions. The other party's quick move exceeded the expectations of the fifth Tingyun, but they were all just cultivators of the Quenching Body Realm, and the fifth Tingyun could still react when he asked himself.

He slashed sideways with his right hand, blocking the two swords that were slashed by the right diagonal side, blocked with the scabbard with his left hand, blocked the three swords of the left oblique slash, raised his right foot, dodged the sweeping sword, and then kicked out sideways, blocking the sword that attacked the lower plate.

As soon as he first fought, he broke his opponent's seven swords, which was already his limit.

But there were thirteen people on the other side, there were thirteen swords, and the thirteen swords attacked at the same time, he broke seven swords, but there were still six swords that drove straight in. He didn't dare to slack off, used the Yuan Force, and retreated half a zhang with the body method of Tiyun Zong, avoiding all the swords.

But as soon as he stood firm, thirteen swords attacked at the same time again.

He subconsciously wanted to take it with a sword move, but as soon as he got together, he remembered the other party's thirteen swords, and he couldn't take them all with one sword no matter what. If there are five or six fewer people on the other side, maybe he can still fight, but thirteen people is already beyond the limit of what he can deal with at the same time.

If these thirteen people had a sequence and made moves in turn, he would have been sure to maneuver. But these thirteen swordsmen are like their minds are connected, and the frequency of swords and swords is exactly the same, and the points are exactly the same.

As soon as he thought of this, he simply focused on the Tiyun vertical method, anyway, the agreement between Thirteen Niang and him was to hold out until these swordsmen finished a set of swordsmanship, not to defeat these thirteen swordsmen. As long as he dodges the enemy's edge and dodges properly, he is confident that he can still hold out for a few more rounds.

However, after ten rounds of the Fifth Tingyun's roundabout tactics, he found that his body was a little unable to keep up. The thirteen swordsmen had their own swordsmanship, and none of them even overlapped with each other, which made him irregular. Moreover, the swordsmanship of the swordsmen is from slow to fast, and the more they fight, the more fierce they become, and later, Tiyun Zong can't stand it.

One person's sword is fast, and he can still dismantle. But the thirteen people together took out the fast sword, and the fifth hearing cloud was in danger, and several times his body slipped out with the blade of the sword.

In this scene, Rao is Sikong Ming boasted of his outstanding body skills, and he couldn't help wiping two cold sweats. He sat on his chair and couldn't help but wonder, if it was him on the field, not the fifth Tingyun, how long would he be able to hold on to it? Of course, he didn't think of using Yuan Force when he thought about it.

"Smack. ”

Just as the fifth Tingyun wondered if it was delaying for a while with the tiger roaring vowel, a round of applause sounded behind the purple gauze curtain. Under the applause, the thirteen masked swordsmen immediately stopped, put their swords into their sheaths in unison, and then retreated to the edge of the outer hall.

"I have heard for a long time that the Sect Master's Ghost Shadow Thirteen Sword Swordsmanship is outstanding, but I didn't expect that this casual training would be a few good swordsmen, and Sikong Ming admired it. Seeing that the battle in the hall had stopped, Sikong Ming stood up and said with his hand at the purple gauze curtain.

"Stand down. Ji Thirteen Niang ignored Sikong Ming again and commanded.

The maid and the thirteen masked swordsmen who were guarding the door all bowed and retreated. When the maid was about to go out, she also bowed to Sikong Ming and said, "Master Sikong Hall, please." ”

"This ...... I ......" Sikong Ming didn't understand what was going on for a while, pointed to the inner hall, and then pointed to himself, until the maid said "please" again, he reacted, "Well, after a long time, I might as well not come." ”

Sikong Ming retreated.

There is only one person left in the outer hall.