On the night of July 15, the moon is in the sky, the autumn breeze is blowing, and the two sides are concentrating on each other, seemingly calm, but in fact they are tense.

There was a kind of nervousness in the air, and when they had their long swords in their hands, their bodies exuded powerful sword intent, and the four of them seemed to be four unsheathed swords.

Qin Siyong, with one enemy and three enemies, exuded a momentum that was not inferior to the other three at all, evenly divided, and equal.

Both sides are looking for each other's flaws, for masters at this level, if they don't make a move, they will definitely break the ground, if the other party does not show their flaws, which side forcibly makes a move, it is likely to reveal the flaws at the moment of the shot.

Sometimes, a moment is the line between life and death, so no one wants to take it lightly.

Although their momentum is very strong, the sword intent exuded by each person is different.

Qin Siyong exudes a kind of dignified and heroic atmosphere, there is a kind of domineering spirit in the world, he holds a sword in his right hand across his chest, his left hand is naturally behind his back, standing against the wind, and the yellow shirt exudes a noble kingly temperament in the moonlight, which is natural and cannot be offended.

Mu Qianmei was wearing a blue long skirt, standing upright, the long skirt swayed gently in the night breeze, looking very casual, her hands naturally drooped, her right hand was holding a sword, the sword body was hidden vertically behind her arm, the tip of the sword was facing upward, she didn't seem to have any intention of attacking, her expression was calm and relaxed, it seemed that she didn't care about the opponent's domineering spirit at all, there was a kind of understatement, and she was calm and light.

Liu Tingfeng, who was fluttering in white, was also holding a sword in his right hand, his arm was horizontal in front of his chest, but the tip of the sword was facing vertically downward, as if he was courteous.

Mo Huan, who was dressed in black, had already taken a small step forward with his right foot, which was the best posture for an attack, and the long sword held in his right hand was also pointing into the air, exuding a cold sword intent, which was particularly aggressive, and his eyes were also like the long sword in his hand, revealing cold killing intent.

The confrontation between the two sides seemed to be very restrained, only Mo Huan was still a little unexpected, and the realm seemed to be slightly lower, as if he couldn't contain the sword intent on his body.

If he can't take it, there will naturally be greater loss, and after a while, fine beads of sweat have begun to ooze from his forehead, because the sword intent he exuded was easily blocked by Qin Siyong from the attack range, and it was not affected much, he could only keep releasing the sword intent, otherwise he would have flaws, so he supported it the hardest.

When the sword intent he exuded reached his peak state, he knew that no matter whether the other party had a flaw or not, he had to make a move, otherwise, he would not even have a chance to make a move, and he would be exhausted by such an invisible consumption of his killing intent, and then he would be defeated without a fight.

Defeat without a fight is not his style, moving forward bravely and never giving up is the spirit of his lone star swordsmanship.

As a result, the long sword in his hand slashed through the sky, as if a lonely star stabbed at Qin Siyong on the opposite side at an extremely fast speed.

This sword, after all, is derived from the meteor swordsmanship, so it has an unstoppable momentum, no matter who the opponent is, he will never retreat, never give up, kill God when he meets God, and kill Buddha when he meets Buddha.

There are no thousands of sword shadows, no superfluous tricks, it is the simplest and most direct sword stabbing at the pair

The position of the heart of the hand is as fast as lightning, but the killing intent is better than lightning.

The moment the tip of his sword just flashed, Qin Siyong also moved, the long sword across his chest drew an arc horizontally, and a move was like an arrow quickly unfolded, and the tip of the sword blocked in the direction from which Mo Huan attacked, it seemed to be very slow, just a random arc, but when the long sword in Mo Huan's hand attacked, Qin Siyong's long sword was already blocked in that position, as if it had been waiting there, Mo Huan's sword tip just pierced the tip of the long sword in Qin Siyong's hand.

It was as if the tip of a needle was on Maimang.

The long sword in Qin Siyong's hand is the tip of a needle, and Mo Huan's is Mai Mang.

The two swords poured with strong internal force were separated in the air with a single touch, and the burst of energy made a layer of stone powder on the stones of Fengyintai, and in the flying of stone powder, the two of them each retreated more than ten meters.

The difference is that Qin Siyong took the initiative to retreat, while Mo Huan was repulsed.

Mo Huan's sword qi is released, and it can't reach the realm of retracting and releasing freely, so his attack surface is relatively large, it can be said that the dust blown up on the stones is caused by his sword qi, and Qin Siyong has already reached the realm of sword qi retracting and releasing freely, so his strength and sword intent are poured on a point on the tip of the sword, directly hitting Mo Huan's sword tip, so Mo Huan suffered a great impact, and was forced to be knocked back and back, and when he fell to the ground, he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

With the power of one blow, Mo Huan couldn't bear it, which showed that there was still a big gap between him and Qin Siyong.

In fact, when Mo Huan launched an attack and Qin Siyong swung his sword to counterattack, Liu Tingfeng and Mu Qianmei also moved almost at the same time.

As soon as Mu Qianmei made a move, it was the eighth sword of the butterfly dance swordsmanship, the person was like a sword, the sword was like a butterfly shadow, and the human sword was one, stabbing at Qin Siyong's chest at an extremely fast speed.

Under normal circumstances, this sword was issued, and those within a radius of ten meters from her were all shrouded in sword intent, and they could not escape the attack at all.

Liu Tingfeng, who cooperated with Mu Qianmei to make a sword together, was also a move that was the third sword with the wind swordsmanship, the autumn wind and fallen leaves, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Qin Siyong's eyebrows, the sword had not arrived, the sword intent had broken out of the sword, and a powerful autumn intent immediately swept the entire Fengyin platform, the sword intent was depressed and desolate, making people feel a kind of sadness that life is joyful and death is not afraid.

Originally, Liu Tingfeng could condense his sword intent and attack Qin Siyong alone, but Qin Siyong's body method was too fast, when Mo Huan attacked, he got up and fought back and then retreated like lightning, like an afterimage, fleeting, and in the blink of an eye, he had already withdrawn more than twenty meters, avoiding the double sword attack of Mu Qianmei and Liu Tingfeng.

His body seemed to move instantaneously between attack and defense, his body had already left, but there was still an afterimage behind him that looked like an entity.

Therefore, Liu Tingfeng gave up the idea of condensing the sword intent to attack Qin Siyong alone, but decisively spread out a large area, making the entire Fengyin platform filled with a sad late autumn atmosphere.

Of course, the main sword intent also followed Qin Siyong's figure and rotated, and it had the greatest impact on him.

It's a long story, in fact, from Mo Huan's attack to being repelled and vomiting blood, it was just a matter of an instant, so fast that although Mu Qianmei and Liu Tingfeng launched a joint attack almost at the same time, they didn't have time to rescue, but they just forced Qin Siyong to retreat.

Mo Huan became the one who broke the balance between the two sides, he

paid the price of injury, but it also forced Qin Siyong to get up and fight back, and the moment he got up to fight back, the original invulnerable state around his body was immediately destroyed.

When people are in motion, they will naturally expose more empty doors, although these empty doors are fleeting, but the time of that flash is often the best time for the opponent to attack.

Qin Siyong's supreme swordsmanship, a total of nine moves, respectively called time like an arrow, the dragon soars thousands of miles, the dragon swings its tail, the dragon fights in the wild, swallows mountains and rivers, gallops vertically and horizontally, the light is bright, thousands of years, only I am respectful.

The so-called time is like an arrow, in fact, it is a fast word, Mo Huan launched an attack, he knew that he had to move, but in order to avoid being taken advantage of by Mu Qianmei and Liu Tingfeng, he could only exert his speed to the extreme, before their attacks arrived, he had to withdraw outside the range of their attacks, in order to avoid falling into passive defense.

However, he is fast, Mu Qianmei and Liu Tingfeng are not slow, with this moment of opportunity, the two of them seized this opportunity at the same time, and the free world and the autumn wind and fallen leaves came out together.

Qin Siyong suddenly exerted his strength in the retreat, and in the retreat, he successively performed the two moves of Long Xiang Wanli and Shenlong Tail Swing, and quickly played the sword moves of Mu Qianmei and Liu Tingfeng in the movement.

The supreme swordsmanship opens and closes, and the movements seem to be slow and fast, and it looks very chic.

However, after all, the opportunity has been lost, he is defending and counterattacking in the retreat, after all, he is already in a passive position, temporarily at a disadvantage.

Mu Qianmei and Liu Tingfeng followed each other like a shadow, both of them made continuous moves, not allowing Qin Siyong to have a chance to breathe, each sword was directly aimed at Qin Siyong's vital position, Mu Qianmei mainly attacked Qin Siyong's chest, and Liu Tingfeng's sword always attacked Qin Siyong's eyebrows.

The three long swords kept colliding in the air, making a clanging sound, so fast that no sword shadows could be seen, only arcs could be seen.

The people watching on both sides can still see their moves clearly, and those who are not deep can not see how they make moves.

During the battle, the stones under his feet continued to increase one sword mark after another, some left by Qin Siyong, and some left by Mu Qianmei and Liu Tingfeng.

The people on Qin Siyong's side could still stand in a row and watch quietly, and the expressions on their faces were relatively calm.

The people on Mu Qianmei's side, who were weaker than others, were protected behind everyone, and the people in the front row had a deep look of worry on their faces, especially Feng Tianyu, with a solemn expression, his eyes were full of worry, seeing that Mo Huan was injured, he didn't immediately run up to help, because the battle was not over yet, and Mo Huan didn't take the initiative to withdraw from the battle circle, but he still said to Mo Huan:

"Mo Huan, why don't you step down?"

Mo Huan supported the ground with the long sword in his hand, he wiped the blood on his lips, shook his head and did not speak.

He can't participate in the battle for the time being, but he doesn't want to quit just yet, the other party challenges the three of them, although he was injured after the first blow, but the injury is not very serious, but the power consumption of the blow is relatively large, and he needs to slow down, he hopes to rest for a while, and he can continue to fight after a while.

Mu Qianmei and Liu Tingfeng's non-stop attacks made Qin Siyong have no time to take care of him, just gave him a little time to breathe, as long as he had the opportunity, he still wanted to share some of it for them.