The footsteps outside the alley slowly stopped, just outside the wall.

A small brick wall. It may act as a barrier for ordinary people, but for the Void Cultivator, it doesn't make any sense.

They can easily step over it or even destroy it.

Scattered snowflakes fell on the swordsmen outside the wall, occasionally revealing a glimmer of moonlight, and the cold light of the long swords in their hands could be seen.

The seven young swordsmen only had indifferent expressions on their faces, and there was no fear in their cold eyes, only sharp killing intent, just like the cold and awe-inspiring long swords in their hands.

In the night, the snow was shaking, the cold wind was biting, but these swordsmen seemed to be unaware, the hand holding the long sword was steady and there was no trembling, and even the four knuckles were slightly white.

They raised the long swords in their hands and looked indifferently at the main gate of the small courtyard, and behind the main gate was Yi who stood with his fists clenched.

Suddenly, the snow in the alley seemed to be disturbed by some force and began to dance.

The seven swordsmen seemed to be standing in some strange formation, and the wind and snow around them began to spin wildly around the seven of them. The invisible sword intent began to condense in the surrounding heaven and earth vitality.

Standing in the snow, Yi looked out of the wall, only a wall away from the eyes of the seven swordsmen outside the wall.

For the first time tonight, his rock-like face showed a solemn expression, and he whispered to himself, "Sword Formation?"

As for the combined attack technique that the disciples of the Sword Sect used to, now that he is seriously injured, he must be cautious.

So he raised his fists and struck in succession, hitting the air in front of him.

The invisible fist distorted the air in front of him, and then through a thin layer of bluestone wall, it attacked the seven people outside.

An indifferent voice came to mind in the quiet alley: "Jian San!"

With this voice, outside the small courtyard and in the alley, there was a snort in the sword box behind the seven swordsmen, and seven sword shadows flew out at high speed. shuttled at high speed in the snowy night, brought out a sharp roar, and finally turned into a streamer, instantly flying over the courtyard wall and stabbing at the middle-aged man standing in the small courtyard.

At this time, Yi's fist strength seemed to have transcended the scope of space, starting from the small courtyard, but at the same time appeared on the bodies of the seven swordsmen outside the small courtyard.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang! bang!

Seven muffled sounds sounded, and the seven swordsmen felt as if they had been punched hard by an invisible fist in their chests. There was a tightness in his chest, sweetness in his mouth, and a mouthful of blood rushed up in an instant.

But Yi's injury made him unable to exert his full strength at all, and the seven swordsmen had not yet lost control of the flying sword, and the flying sword like a rainbow was only slightly paused, and then returned to normal and continued to slash towards Yi.

Yi clenched his fists tightly, feeling the fierce movement of heaven and earth vitality around him, and looked at the fine sword net intertwined by the seven sword lights above his head.

His eyes narrowed, and then his right hand began to change.

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Not far from here there is a two-story restaurant.

Just as the seven swordsmen surrounded the small courtyard, two figures appeared on the roof of the restaurant.

A moment ago, Xiao Yu and Qin Mumian, who were looking for their prey, felt the strangeness here, and in the scattered snow, they saw the seven sword lights that rose to the sky.

The spirit of the seven sword cultivators of Yi and the Sword Sect was completely devoted to the confrontation with the enemy, and they did not realize that there were still two people watching this battle at this time.

After Xiao Yu entered the cultivation world, the most contact was probably sword cultivation, from the dustless man in the green landscape, to the gray-robed man in the Anguo Mansion, and then to Liu Chengfeng and Zhang Xueyao.

He knew very well how powerful Jian Xiu's attacks were, and their relatively fragile bodies were their weakness.

Originally, Yi's punch could kill a sword cultivator in an instant, but the strange formation of the seven sword cultivators actually spread his fist strength evenly over the seven people.

Xiao Yu opened his mouth and asked, "What kind of formation is this?"

Qin Mumian looked at the seven swordsmen below and replied, "Sword formation." ”

Then, she pointed to the sword net shrouded in the sky above the small courtyard and said, "This is the Sword Sect's stunt, called Sword Thirty-Six. There are a total of thirty-six styles, and these people can't use even one sword alone, but they can use three swords through the power of seven people through the sword array. ”

Xiao Yu nodded and secretly sighed that the Sword Sect had a profound heritage.

The snow is still falling at night.

Qin Mumian was silent for a while, and then suddenly said, "The person below is my senior brother. ”

Xiao Yu was slightly stunned, and then said calmly: "He wants to kill me." ”

Qin Mumian looked at Xiao Yu's eyes and said affirmatively: "Now that there is me, he won't." ”

Xiao Yu lowered his head and said, "Okay." ”

Qin Mumian's eyes drooped slightly, and he said, "Then let's do it, if Zhang Xueyao arrives, it will be very troublesome." ”

Xiao Yu didn't speak again, just pulled out the long sword at his waist, jumped out from the roof of the restaurant, and instantly crossed the half-jump long street and fell towards the alley.

At the moment when Xiao Yu jumped down, a snowflake fell from the sky and just passed in front of Qin Mumian.

Then, it was flicked by a slender jade finger, and instantly turned into a white afterimage, passing over Xiao Yu's figure, through the vast wind and snow, and shooting towards the alley.

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The seven swordsmen in the alley had solemn faces, and their eyes were closed to manipulate the flying swords in the air.

Suddenly, one of the sword cultivators snorted.

A sheet of snow as thin as a cicada's wings gently embedded in his young neck, bright red, with a hint of hot blood, trickled down his neck, staining the crystal snow flakes red.

An irreparable flaw appeared in the originally fine sword net at this moment.

For a character like Yi, any loophole in the enemy was his chance, and he instantly discovered the huge flaws in the layers of sword nets that surrounded him.

Yuan Tu in his right hand suddenly waved and blocked a flying sword, only to see him roar, and the whole person rose into the sky like a flying stone, flying towards the outside of the wall.

One of the sword cultivators at the head snorted, quickly pulled out the long sword behind his back, and slashed through it with a sword.

With a swing of the sword, it slashed through the wind and snow. The falling snow on Yi's body was shaken down, and his left hand was clenched into a fist, smashing into the body of this sword cultivator in the air, and the air in the middle was twisted again.

The sword cultivator snorted again and quickly retreated, and several other sword cultivators around him also drew their long swords one after another to block the punch for him.

Just when this sword cultivator thought that he could temporarily get out of danger, he suddenly saw a sword tip coming out of his chest.

This was followed by intense pain.

Xiao Yu, who was running wildly in the snow, avoided the gaze of the sword cultivators when he attracted the attention of all the sword cultivators with Yi's punch.

The one who was the most relaxed after this sword cultivator escaped from danger stabbed him with a sword from behind. The sword pierced through the back of his heart, piercing deep into the other's heart.

The heart piercing was a fatal injury, Xiao Yu didn't care about him anymore, and pulled out his long sword expressionlessly.

These cultivators were just cultivators who were similar to themselves, and they didn't even have the qualifications to be his sacrifices, and they slapped their palms on the corpse of this sword cultivator, and the corpse roared and flew towards the rest of the sword cultivators.

Then he rushed into the group of sword cultivators who were already fighting with his sword.

The wind and snow are sudden.

The sound of a knife entering the leather rang out. A sword cultivator who was in the back didn't even see Xiao Yu's face, and was pierced through his chest by the long sword.

Immediately after that, Yi seized this opportunity and punched out, smashing the long sword of a sword cultivator and smashing it on his head, smashing his head into a cloud of blood mist.

Under the cold snow, the outcome of this battle is already sealed.

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