At the exit of the dungeon, the disciples of the Tang Sect had already fought with the prisoners.

In Tang Yue's plan, she shouldn't have started the war so quickly, she divided the Tang Sect disciples into several echelons, each echelon carried a heavy crossbow weapon, and shot as soon as someone showed up.

The entrance to the dungeon is so big, even if there is a steady stream of prisoners, as long as everyone alternates the strings, they will definitely be able to kill them all.

But the group of people in the dungeon have long been tortured for decades, and they have long become fierce and fearless of death, and they are all strong people above the sixth floor, even in the face of hundreds of bows and crossbows in a volley, they still do not hesitate to rush out.

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At first, there were indeed many famous and powerful men who fell in a raindrop of arrows, and then slowly prisoners rushed into the crowd to launch bloody revenge.

Once they hit the disciples of the Tang Sect, they would kill them with extremely cruel means, and screams began to be heard from the crossbow team composed of hundreds of people, and blood and limbs flew everywhere.

One or two of the disciples who rushed over could barely resist, but then a barefoot old man with a white beard jumped out of the exit of the dungeon, and he flicked his sleeves and collected more than a hundred crossbow arrows that were still flying, and then turned around and swung out, and several Tang Sect disciples standing in the front row were immediately shot into hedgehogs.

The old monster didn't seem to be satisfied, stomped his foot, shook the crossbow arrows that fell to the ground, and quickly and continuously lit out with both hands, and the crossbow arrows with hooks and thorns, or blood and poison were like eyes, shooting straight into the throat and heart of the Tang Sect disciple.

In a short time, the ground was full of corpses of Tang Sect people, and there were more dead prisoners than they were counted.

Usually, only the secret arrows of the Tang Sect hurt people, how could the disciples have ever seen this battle? Many people began to mess with themselves, and they didn't care about what volleys they fired in turn, and their fingers desperately pulled the trigger of the repeater, and the arrows were lost in an instant.

The other prisoners who had relieved themselves joined in the hunt for the Tang Sect disciples, and one by one they rushed into the crowd with a variety of weapons, slaughtering them with a smirk on their faces.

At the exit, several figures slowly walked out, and the man in the lead had a calm face, as if the dead in front of him were ants rather than human lives.

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"You guys, if you want to take revenge, take revenge as soon as possible." The man said in a deep voice.

"Heh, killing them will dirty my hands, but I don't mind taking down that flower-like fifth girl."

The bald head who was scolded by Hong Mao as a bald man said with a smile.

"The fifth girl is mine."

A middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian next to him said coldly, it was Tang Qisheng, the former guest of the Tang Sect.

The bald head glanced at the man, he didn't know the true identity of the other party, but he was also a Jianghu man who offended the Tang Sect, so he said:

"This friend, on which road, has you ever heard of my name as a flower-picking monk?"

Tang Qisheng glanced at him and said:

"If you want to fight, you will fight, where is there so much nonsense, I have to decide on that woman."

"Good, good!"

The bald head stretched out his right hand and touched the hairless head, and his left hand suddenly shot something out in the dark, Tang Qisheng had already taken precautions and slapped it away with one palm.

The object was castrated extremely quickly, and after smashing the head of a Tang Sect disciple, it rolled to the ground, and it turned out to be an iron walnut.

Luo Tian, who was originally silently watching the two, turned his head again, and in front of him, the old man with a broken sword at his waist came slowly.

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In the dungeon, Tang Jing took out a pill and threw it to Hong Mao, "This is the antidote, I don't want to lose my name, so I eat it." ”

When the young man heard this, he dared to hesitate, and hurriedly swallowed it.

On the other side, Liu Rumei obviously had already moved the killing intent, and no longer laughed with the two, and the Emei thorn in his hand stabbed out directly.

Hong Mao and Tang Jing raised their swords to parry, the two of them practiced the same set of swordsmanship, and they had already had some tacit understanding against Li Huoyun last time, and they had become more and more proficient in fighting the enemy together at this moment.

The young man took the antidote and most of the heat in his heart disappeared, and at this moment his mouth began to be restless again:

"Old aunt, I'm sorry, the master's first time is to leave it to the beloved woman."

Liu Ru's eyebrows were frosty, and she couldn't wait to pull out the tongue of this owe boy, and the two Emei thorns in her hands stabbed the opponent's vital parts very trickily.

Hong Mao picked away this resentful blow with a sword, and said in his heart:

"The old man is right, the most poisonous woman's heart in the world, if you don't get it, you will destroy it."

Not to mention Liu Rumei at this moment, even Tang Jing can't wait to give this kid a few swords, Ya's mouth is inevitably too broken.

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The young man didn't have a door on his mouth, but he didn't have a lake at all when he really fought, and he had a little charm that Tang Jing never had.

Hong Mao's earliest swordsmanship was not the thirteen styles of the Thrilling Hung, but the "Tibetan Immortal" from the mysterious old man, although it was only the shape of the god, but how to say that it was also the swordsmanship of the immortal family, and inadvertently gave birth to the sword intent that other swordsmen had only realized in half his life.

Later, under the teaching of Old Man Ye, the young man picked one of the most popular sword controls to learn, if he was replaced by someone else, he didn't have twenty or thirty years of skills, but he just could, and he was naturally elegant and free.

But the young man looked down on his grandfather's swordsmanship in his heart, and he had to let Wang Quanquan teach him a set, but the latter had no choice but to hand over the thirteen styles of Jinghong to him.

This stupid boy treats this set of swordsmanship as a treasure, and he loves to lift his sword and play two tricks when he has nothing to do, but he doesn't know that the swordsmanship is just one or two layers of skin for Old Man Ye.

Now against the strong, Hong Mao gradually understood the subtlety of the old man's swordsmanship, and subconsciously integrated the subtlety of the sword into every move, among which several times the young man's sword came out of his hand, attacking the opponent's blind spot with the flying sword method, even Liu Rumei, who was in the eighth layer, was shocked into a cold sweat several times.

Although Tang Jing on the side was not as strong as Liu Rumei's feelings, he gradually realized that the young man's sword was becoming more and more powerful, and in the end, he only needed him to sweep the formation beside him, and Hong Mao could force Liu Rumei to retreat again and again.

Liu Rumei had no choice, so he had to wave his sleeves, and suddenly a strange fragrance came to his nose again, and the young man did not hide at all, and waved a simple move in his hand, which was the style of Tibetan immortals.

The closed underground immediately set off a gust of wind, and the wind flew over the sand and stones, and the aroma was naturally blown away.

The bewitching woman finally changed color, the two Emei thorns retracted backwards, and the whole figure quickly retreated, although he reacted quickly enough, but he was still blown by the wind, and the already small clothes were torn out a few times again, and there were faint traces of blood under the thin shirt.

Liu Rumei snorted, the whole person fell to the ground, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were full of shock.

She couldn't believe that a teenager of seventeen or eighteen could have such a sharp swordsmanship.

Hong Mao accepted it when he saw it, put the sword behind his backhand, stood awe-inspiringly, raised his head and looked at the other party, his expression was extremely arrogant.

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Looking at the woman who fell to the ground, Tang Jing hesitated, but the young man suddenly turned his head at this time, and said shyly:

"Senior brother, can't you kill it?" As he spoke, he didn't forget to raise his eyebrows.

"What do you ask me to do?" Tang Jing's face instantly became a little gloomy.

"Isn't she good friends with you? Bedside fights and footboards. ”

"Uncle bed, you can do it yourself."

Tang Jing said, walked towards the seventh floor without looking back, the young man shook his head helplessly, came to Liu Rumei, who had no power to resist, squatted down, and slashed out with a hand knife.

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