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Fan Yinjiang's face was as white as paper, and the wave of qi generated by the explosion directly lifted him into the air, fortunately, his body protection true qi had already gained some fire, and he was not seriously injured, but when he looked at the scene like hell on earth in front of him in a daze, and watched the people who came with him couldn't help but vomit while removing the adhered internal organ bone fragments from their bodies, a string in his heart suddenly broke. ”

"Kill, kill all the people of Dan Fengxuan, avenge Wu Shaoxia and the brothers."

A hoarse and unpleasant voice came out of his throat, like the howl of a wounded beast, and every qiē in front of his eyes was covered with a layer of blood.

"Revenge, revenge." Most of the disciples who came with him were originally from the Silver Heart Palace, and now when they saw such a tragic end for their colleagues, they were all full of anger, brandishing their weapons and yelling, following Fan Yinjiang and killing in the direction of the Silver Heart Palace.

This was originally the dead of night, whether it was the people of Danfengxuan or the heroes of the rivers and lakes, most of them fell asleep. Qin Chong's bombing is really not small, and it is not too much to compare it with a blind bear stabbing a hornet's nest.

"Enemy attack, quickly notify the ......"

A group of Jianghu men were disheveled, grabbed the blades around them, and rushed out with a scream, killing the people of Qingfeng Castle, and the main room in the center of the Silver Heart Palace, Shui Hongshao walked out angrily.

"Steward Wei, what's going on outside?"

"The incompetence of his subordinates has disturbed Lord Xuan." Steward Wei said: "It seems that the people from Qingfeng Fort came to rescue people by night, and the people who were left behind appeared, and the fight started." ”

"Steward Wei, you are doing more and more things and going back, didn't we come this time, didn't we still bring twenty-four white-clothed disciples, as well as four stewards and four sisters of the Cai family, no matter who he came, just kill them all, do you want Lord Xuan and me to teach you how to do it?" Jin Zhu also walked out of the nearest chamber and said with a sullen face.

Steward Wei's face turned pale, and he wanted to say something, when a long roar full of anger suddenly came from outside, followed by a series of screams.

Jin Zhu's zombie-like face finally had an expression, and he looked at Shui Hongshao with some surprise.

"Fubo Qigong"

Under the black veil, Shui Hongshao's cold voice came out, "I haven't gone to him yet, he can't wait to send him to death, Jin Zhu, let's go and see."

Shui Hongshao said, the figure flashed, and it had already arrived at the door, and then a few flashes, and then out of the Silver Heart Palace.

Outside the Silver Heart Palace, the scene was already chaotic.

Fan Zhongxiu and Old Madam Wu took a group of elite disciples and came straight towards the Silver Heart Palace, they were really overwhelming, invincible, and broke through the water division hall in a blink of an eye, and the thirteen knives and the seven uglies of Mengcheng were deliberately indulgent, taking their own people to fight and retreat, constantly transferring the positive pressure to Dan Fengxuan and other forces, and he took the elite disciples, withdrew from the wings, and rushed straight to the back of the other party, under the cover of the night, soon the shape of the two sides became a situation similar to a pocket, The people from Qingfeng Fort were like a sharp knife smashing straight into the middle lane, while the thirteen knives and the seven uglies of Mengcheng outflanked the opponent's middle and back lanes. In this way, although the killing sound on the island shook the sky, the focus of the real confrontation continued to move back, directly pressing on Dan Fengxuan's disciples.

Fan Zhongxiu and the others' breakthrough finally stopped, and in front of him, there were four middle-aged people, each with six white-clothed disciples, in groups of seven, skillfully killing the disciples of Qingfeng Castle one by one.

It was an extremely efficient way to kill, the purple-clothed man went up to attract the attention of an opponent, while the white-clothed disciples surrounded him like wolves, using a short spear about six feet long, the tip of which shimmered with a chilling blue light, which was clearly quenched with poison.

These four groups of twenty-eight people guarded the front of the Silver Heart Hall tightly, advancing and retreating freely, and attacking viciously, just as soon as the servants touched, more than a dozen disciples of Qingfeng Castle fell.

Fan Zhongxiu didn't rush to make a move, but his gradually narrowed eyes and his windless white hair showed the anger in the heart of this old man who was like fire.

The disciples of Qingfeng Fort have used their lives to prove the difficulty of the other party, and the skills of each of the four purple-clothed people on the other side are similar to those of Gong Qi 6 Hao, but the martial arts they practice are very strange, it is a kind of kung fu similar to Mianzhang, which is unfolded, impermeable to wind and rain, attacking the enemy or not enough, but the defense is more than enough. However, a white-clothed disciple is the opposite, only two moves, blocking and stabbing, and the skillful but all the footwork under his feet, shuttling back and forth, like flowing water. What's even more dangerous is that the subordination of these twenty-four white-clothed disciples is not fixed, and the combination of the six people is constantly changing and unpredictable in the confrontation. Even if the person fighting against him can take care of seven people, his killer move may come from the eighth or ninth person. What's more, each of these disciples is not weak, and they can be regarded as second-rate masters in the rivers and lakes.

Although Fan Zhongxiu is anxious, he is not reckless, after some consideration, he feels that even if he makes a personal move, it is difficult to defeat any of the purple-clothed people between three moves and two potentials, and with the four of them joining forces, they can even trap themselves and Mrs. Wu. If it is against other masters, Fan Zhongxiu doesn't take it to heart, but Dan Fengxuan's highly poisonous weapon is really notorious, once injured, even if there is an antidote to the symptoms, it will be a great injury to the vitality, not to mention that there is still the great enemy of Shui Hongshao in front of him?

"Lord Fanbao, if you want to break the opponent's formation, it seems that you need a few more people." Old Madam Wu said suddenly.

"What does Mrs. Wu mean?"

"It's very simple, the old man plus the two disciples of the Fan Bao Lord, and the four Ling Lang entangled the four purple-clothed people, and the rest depends on the Fan Bao Lord." Old Madam Wu's eyes were blood-red, and her whole body was full of fierce aura.

"Since Mrs. Wu is willing to go all out, the old man naturally has no problem." Fan Zhongxiu said coldly and pulled out a long sword behind his back.

Unlike ordinary longswords, this longsword was five inches wide and four and a half feet long, and its entire body was swarthy, with only a little shiny blade at the edge. In the center of the spine of the sword, there is a deep blood groove in each one, which is dark green.

Fan Zhongxiu held a sword in his hand, and his momentum suddenly changed greatly, and an invisible fierce aura emanated from his body and the sword together.

"Old man, over the years, Fan has been in obscurity, but he has treated you badly, today, Fan is going to kill again, please help me, old man!"

As if he had heard his master's intentions, the swarthy long sword made a faint sword roar.

"This is the Fubo Sword, hehe, looking at the blue marks on the sword, there should be no less than a thousand people who want to die under this sword. The people who use such murder weapons to deal with Dan Fengxuan complement each other. Old Madam Wu laughed strangely, and with a move of the dove staff in her hand, the immortal pointed the way, and it had already attacked a purple-clothed man.

"Yinjiang, Gong Qi, 6 Hao, what are you waiting for." Fan Zhongxiu shouted.

Gong Qi let out a strange laugh, leaned forward, and grabbed a purple-clothed man with claws in a cross-shaped manner, while Fan Yinjiang and 6 Hao stepped forward side by side, holding up the sword flowers with the long sword in their hands.

I saw that in front of the Silver Heart Palace, thirty-two people were fighting together, and Fan Zhongxiu was holding a sword with both hands, eyeing the side of the battle.

Suddenly, Fan Zhongxiu roared, held the sword in both hands, and slashed out, and in the flash of blood, he cut off the head of a white-clothed disciple.

The whole battle suddenly came to a standstill for a moment.

Fan Zhongxiu took a big stride and suddenly plugged in, already occupying the position of the original white-clothed disciple, and swung the Fubo sword in his hand flatly, swinging another disciple in front of him in two.

With his backhand, Fan Zhongxiu took another step and slashed another person.

It was really one step at a time, one sword at a time, Fan Zhongxiu took out six swords in a row, killing six white-clothed disciples, and suddenly, a long roar sounded in the crowd.

I saw the dove cane in Mrs. Wu's hand, suddenly like a swimming dragon, drew a "B" in the air, and the end of the cane hit the jaw of the purple-clothed steward in front of her, and most of the head flew out directly from the neck.

Like a tiger out of the sheng, a dragon playing in the sea, Mrs. Wu made a move, and the dove staff in her hand was like a poisonous dragon reviving.

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the twenty-eight Danfengxuan disciples had been lost.

"Bold shrew, you are looking for death." At the beginning of the temple gate, a black shadow jumped out, and what came out was four black lights that flashed away.

"Watch out, flash mob."

Fan Zhongxiu swung his sword violently and blocked in front of Fan Yinjiang, only hearing two clanging sounds, as if he had lost some hidden weapon. And in the crowd, two muffled snorts sounded one after another.

"Gong Qi, 6 Hao!"

But I saw that Fan Zhongxiu's two disciples had already fallen on their backs, each with an iron-like hidden weapon on one of their chests and one of their foreheads.

"Danfeng Sign!"