In the northern night sky, a blue flame suddenly rose and exploded with a bang. The pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info the master of returning pearls paused, stopped, and looked at the sky with an ugly face.

This is the Jin family's urgent call for help, blue represents for help, red represents an irresistible enemy and is determined to fight to the death, and green represents the alarm is lifted and the team is safe.

"Follow me."

Master Huanzhu greeted, and just as he was about to turn around, an inexplicable sense of crisis suddenly hit.

Like a violent wind rolling out of the abyss, a black-clothed masked man jumped up in the darkness, like a black star suddenly falling, smashing straight into the crowd.

The Seventh Style of the Drunken Golden Crow ----- the Great Star Has Fallen!

In Mengyuan's current realm, he has shortened the early qi storage process to between breaths, and only needs one breath to mobilize the qi and blood of the whole body, and enter the state of the drunken golden crow.

"It's not good, hide."

None of the eleven people were weak, and they exploded in all directions like blooming flowers, and at the same time, each holding a blade, he slashed towards the middle, and the sword light and sword qi almost formed a raging storm.

If it was the original drunken Jin Crow, when he encountered such a strain, I am afraid that he would really have to suffer a small loss, but now Meng Yuan is no longer the Wu Ming who just stepped out of Jin Crow Island.

I saw Meng Yuan's hands and feet swing out in unison, and his body spread out in mid-air, the sky and the earth were chaotic Yuan Gong was stimulated, and a thunder thunder sounded on the flat ground.

"Click~~~~ Boom!"

This is a great grandmaster's full force blow, although he did not use the hell sunflower, the disintegration of the heavenly demon and other desperate explosion moves, but it is also the strongest blow of Meng Yuan in the normal state, the burst of qi wave like a landslide tsunami, blooming in the crowd, the masters of the Jin family shook violently like a tumbler, as if they had been thundered, and they were shocked out towards the periphery, and the sound of bones breaking and tendons broke into a piece.

Six people passed out directly on the spot, and the remaining five people staggered to form a phalanx led by Master Huanzhu, all of them with pale faces and bleeding from their seven orifices, all of whom were seriously injured.

"Strong enemy!"

Master Huanzhu shot a red snake flame arrow, even if he was in his heyday, he had no chance of winning when he encountered such a master, not to mention that he was not lightly injured now. In the face of such a master, there is no point in asking for help, all that is needed is to stubbornly entangle the other team and buy some time for the other team, or the team to the south.

"Thief, I'll fight with you."

An old man with white hair roared with his sword and rushed towards Meng Yuan, and after him, two middle-aged people, one left and one right, went up side by side, and two long swords stabbed out like poisonous snakes, heading straight for Meng Yuan's ribs.

The corners of Meng Yuan's mouth flashed with a somewhat cruel smile, he had never entered a world like the Legend of Heaven and Dragon Slayer, or the Legend of the Double Dragon of the Tang Dynasty, and he had not been able to learn the skills of group battles such as the Great Shift of the Qiankun and the Immortal Seal Method. But he also mastered a mastery that is most suitable for facing group battles, that is, the secret of the Peerless Double Pride in the Flower Shifting Palace----- Transferring Flowers and Connecting Jade!

With both hands pulling, a mysterious trajectory was drawn, and the old man rushed in front of Meng Yuan, before the long sword fell, the sharp pain behind the two cold places made him involuntarily stop.

Two blades stabbed out of his chest, pierced through his lungs, and staggered together, holding his body there.

He lowered his head and looked at the two long swords in horror, and saw Meng Yuan stretch out his hand and take his sword from his hand.

Then, in the shocked and angry gazes of the two middle-aged men, Meng Yuan swung two swords.

Simple! Direct! Fatal!

In the eyes of Master Huanzhu and the other person, the long sword in the hand of the man in black turned into two bolts of lightning, and in just a flash, the two companions fell.

It was the first time they had seen such a terrifying swordsmanship, and when such a sword was displayed, it gave people a feeling of helplessness and irresistibility, just like a god in charge of swordsmanship, wielding a sword that would kill beyond the height of mortals.

"Seventh Sister"

The last person beside Master Huanzhu was a scribe who was nearly thirty years old and began to step into middle age, looking at Meng Yuan, there was a hint of determination in his voice, and then without hesitation, he greeted Meng Yuan and swung the sword in his hand without dodging.

The sound of the sword cutting into the flesh sounded, and the sword in Meng Yuan's hand pierced into his chest, and his sword was easily avoided by Meng Yuan. He suddenly reached out, grabbed Meng Yuan's sword, and hissed.

In the flash of blue light, the gray clothes were like rainbows, and the master of Huanzhu had already shot with all his might, and a short sword popped out of her sleeve and fell into her hand, turning into a wind in the wind, and the sword and the figure danced, and the indescribable demeanor was elegant.

The sword is like Luoying, the person is like a swimming dragon, the change is premature, the sword blade is broken, and it is attached to the internal force of Emei's internal cultivation, just like being swept into countless sharp blades in the wind, cutting everything involved into pieces.

The final style of Emei catkins swordsmanship ----- falling is colorful, and the flowers are withering!

"A chance to trade your life for that, a good idea, but it's pointless."

Looking at the scribe's eyes with the last expectation, Meng Yuan didn't look at the returning pearl master, but said with a serious face.

He let go of the hilt of the sword in his hand, and then took a step back to the side, this step is the end of the world.

The more powerful the sword technique, the greater the consumption, and any sword technique has a limit on the attack distance, when Meng Yuan stepped out of the attack range of the sword of the pearl returning master, no matter how exquisite that sword was, it became meaningless.

Master Huanzhu's face turned pale, and she gasped in a low voice, the sword had already injured her more and more wounds, and all she had left was the strength of the last fight.

"Give up, you are not my opponent, your resistance is in vain."

Meng Yuan spoke, his voice contained magic power, dissolving the other party's fighting spirit.

"Demon Mourning Heaven Crying Great Compassion Mantra!"

A hint of despair flashed in Mrs. Huanzhu's eyes, and she suddenly bit the tip of her tongue fiercely, and the sharp pain made her eyes clear and resolute.

She silently raised her sword, and the light of the sword became uncertain.

"Breeze 13 Style"

Meng Yuan took a sip lightly, although the Demon Mourning Heaven Crying Great Compassion Mantra was powerful, whether it played a role or not depended on the will of the other party, and those monks with advanced cultivation had strong resistance in this regard.

"Very good eyes, you have come to your senses, so let's make a move."

A cyan blade appeared in Meng Yuan's hand, and the atmosphere around him suddenly changed, an invisible aura opened, and the sword qi of Sensen, like fish scales in the moonlight, was filled with layers of coldness.

"Air Sea Knife Wave"

Master Huanzhu's breathing had calmed down, she took a deep breath, looking at Meng Yuan's gaze, which contained incomparable resentment, if the gaze could kill, then Meng Yuan would probably be incinerated into ashes by her anger.

She suddenly took a step forward, the wind suddenly rose, her figure disappeared, and when she reappeared, she had already arrived in front of Meng Yuan, and where she could reach it, the short sword was handed out, piercing Meng Yuan's heart.

"The Wind of the Thirteen Styles of the Breeze is Missing"

This is a swordsmanship that can be attacked and defended, when used for punctuality, it can flash more than ten zhang in an instant, and when used for attack, it is a very suitable assassination swordsmanship for assault and assassination.

Such as antelope hanging horns, incense elephants crossing the river, without a trace.

"Very good."

Meng Yuan praised approvingly, and the blade in his hand was actually on the blade of Master Huanzhu's sword as if it had been expected for a long time.

"Ding"

The blood light flashed, and the last thing Master Huanzhu saw was the cyan sword light.

Silently put away the packages of the Jin family, and when he was about to leave, Meng Yuan suddenly stopped, looked at a big tree, and showed a playful look.

"It's a shame you're late."

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