The sky appeared white, and the green sword shone brightly under the reflection of the early sun, like a bird cruising lightly.

"Fall." With the old man's reprimand, the green swords shot down one after another, pointing directly at Wu Lonely on the ground. Turning left and right, Wu Lonely ran along the mountain, and the green sword behind him was like a row of artemisia grass, flying around with rocks.

There is such a powerful character in Feiyun Gate, and his means are not inferior to Wu Lone, but it is beyond the expectations of the two.

At the same time, more than a dozen people poured out of the peak one after another, led by a middle-aged man, who was Qi Guang, the current master of Feiyun Gate. His face was angry, how many years, no one dared to go to Spoon Guangfeng to make trouble, and he was knocked on the door, and those outer disciples were all dead.

There was a commotion not long ago at the foot of the mountain, and he had already sent someone down the mountain to check, but he didn't see a return for a long time. I thought it was just some internal disharmony, but I never thought that someone was smashing the field.

This can't be blamed on the carelessness of the Qi sect master, in the past few years, there has never been a single incident in Zhu Juan Kingdom where the sect of the cultivation sect has been attacked. Although everyone has a lot of dirt on weekdays, under the deterrence of the giant beast of the royal family, no one really dares to break the rules.

You can exterminate the Killer Sect, but if others can also take action, in this way, wouldn't the entire cultivation world of the Zhujuan Country be in chaos.

Order is the premise of stability.

If these sects fight and kill each other, it is like two counties in the world arguing and directly sending troops to war, and you say that the royal family does not care. Unless the royal family is too weak to be suppressed, no emperor will cut off the head of the county guard and spread it around.

But this kind of evil thing happened today, until this time, the head of the Qi Sect Lord was still a little buzzing, could it be that the royal family was a little dissatisfied with his expansion in recent years, and sent someone to knock and knock, otherwise he would not have only brought two people over to toss.

Wu Lao was still dodging the flying sword in the sky, and at this moment, a black light rose from the ground, and the iron arrow roared towards the old man with the sword in the air.

The old man snorted lightly, such a mortal weapon also wanted to hurt himself, did these two martial artists get into the water in their heads.

With a wave of his sleeve, he prepared to sweep away the long arrow that had arrived in front of him. But the long arrow directly broke through his own protective aura and flew straight towards his body.

What the hell is this, the old man's expression changed drastically, he quickly dodged, and with a wave of his hand, the little green sword turned into a giant sword and fell at his feet. Iron arrows passed not far behind him, and the wind pierced his shirt, leaving a long wound on his back.

The old man's face turned pale, this arrow could actually break through the cultivator's aura, if he hadn't dodged in time, I am afraid that he would have died on the spot at this time.

His mind was confused, and the green sword in the air became unstable.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wu Lonely ran to Shui Congyue's side, "Arrow."

Shui Congyue threw the remaining three arrows to Wu Lone, who didn't use a bow, and with a flick of his hand, the long arrows were fleeting, and when they reappeared, they were already roaring towards the old man.

Is this an arrow, the old man groaned in his heart, and in a trance, he seemed to see an evil dragon, covered in fire, revealing huge fangs, and went straight to himself to choose someone to devour.

With the skill of Wu Lone, the power of the iron arrow is not comparable to Shui Congyue and Wu Gan. The iron arrow had already reached the old man's body, and only then did everyone hear the thunderous sound of breaking the sky. The heat wave generated by the friction of the arrow body formed a thick white smoke that rolled away in all directions.

In desperation, the old man had to sacrifice a black token. This token has been kept for many years, and it is a sharp weapon for self-defense, and it is really reluctant to use it unless it is absolutely necessary.

The token rose as soon as it saw the wind, and it was protected in front of the old man. After the loud bang, the token was smashed and shattered, and the castration of the long arrow was blocked, and it fell from the sky.

The Qi Sect Lord on the ground sighed in his heart, this old man is the great elder of the sect, he has been concentrating on cultivation all these years, and he has not asked about the mundane affairs of the door for a long time, and his cultivation is naturally the highest.

But today, he has been repeatedly frustrated in front of the opponent wearing the black mask, and if he is defeated, who is present today can stop the other party.

With a thought in his mind, the Qi Sect Master shouted at a group of inner disciples, "Cloth Sword Array." Wait until the White Mask opponent is eliminated, and then go to help your own elders. Although you can't fight one-on-one, you can't stand it on your own turf, and grinding can also grind each other to death.

Soon, seven disciples set up a seven-star sword formation, surrounding Shui Congyue in it, and the Qi Sect Master was dispatching it on the side.

The seven stars were formed, and the seven people walked away, walking through the nine palaces, stepping on the gang and fighting, the sword qi was strong, and the weapons moved together. When it is sick, it is like a white snake spitting out letters, the green dragon probes its claws, and when it is quiet, it is like a rock standing up a cliff, and the tiger is waiting for it.

Between the transitions, twisting and rolling, the body drags the sword, and the sword moves with the body, but it is like a melon, and it sings and sings, and the head is the tail, and the tail is the head.

All of a sudden, Shui Congyue was trapped in it, struggling to parry.

Seeing that one of the other party had been trapped, the Qi Sect Master relieved his heart and sacrificed a three-foot sword. The cold light of this sword is pressing, the blade is like frost and snow, and the light of the sheath blooms out, like a hibiscus out of the water.

The carved ornament on the hilt of the sword is like a star, and the starlight is brilliant, and under the light groan, it shoots towards Wu Lonely in the distance.

This sword is named Qinghe, and it is the sword of the head of Feiyun Gate. There were good deeds who ranked the famous swords of Zhu Juan, and Qinghe ranked ninth.

The long sword attacked, Wu Lonely ignored it, grabbed it on the ground, jumped up high, and chased after the old man.

Seeing Wu Lone's momentum coming with an iron arrow, the old man turned around in fright and left. This person is brave and cannot face the enemy head-on, so he has to take advantage of his ability to control the wind, maneuver in the air, slowly consume his strength, and then wait for the opportunity to kill.

The morning light was faint, and the glow red came over like a tide, covering the twilight with a layer of red. In the air, Qinghe's sword aura was like a dragon, biting Wu Lonely, and the two of them slashed across the sky like morning birds.

Surrounded by seven people, Shui Congyue tried his best to squeeze in the direction of the main door. does not seek to kill or injure the other party, but only hopes to disturb the opponent's sword control to create a respite for Wu Lone.

After all, after suffering the loss of not being able to resist the wind, Wu Lonely was gradually chased by Qinghe behind him, glanced at it slightly, and popped out a stone that he had just picked up on the ground. The body turned sharply, and the toes of the stones that were still flying in the air avoided the swift blow of the sword qi behind him.

In this way, the two sides are deadlocked, but if it drags on, Wu Lao and the others will be dragged down sooner or later, and it will be a matter of time before they are defeated.

The noise under the mountain became louder, and it was obvious that the outer disciples who had not yet been poisoned saw the vision in the air and were trying to gather to rescue the mountain.

Shui Congyue saw this critical situation, and the current plan is only to take the lead in getting out of trouble, so as to stop the door master. But the seven people around him stubbornly pestered him, not seeking merit, but he couldn't come forward to support him.

With a horizontal heart, the iron rod in his hand swept forward violently, forcing back the three swords in front of him. At this time, the two swords on the left side of the body had already filled in and stabbed in. The sword formation is like this, if it can't be crushed with one blow, it will stretch up like a maggot attached to the bone, and even if it can't kill the opponent, it will consume its life and death.

It stands to reason that at this time, Shui Congyue should retreat his body, avoid the two swords that stabbed him, and then withdraw the iron rod to defend, as was the case in the previous rounds. Therefore, the two inner disciples who came out of the sword didn't think much about it, just to cover the other senior brothers.

Just as he was about to return the sword according to his habit, the water withdrew from the moon and did not wait for the iron rod to be withdrawn, and he squeezed his body over. He put a sword under his armpit in his left arm, but he received a second sword in flesh and blood.

"Death." The water roared like thunder from the moon, and the frightened two inner disciples palpitated, and they were slow to collect their swords.

In such a battle, this stagnation means death. The iron rod roared down, shooting out the brains of one of the disciples, and he died on the spot. Seeing this, another disciple dropped the sword that was caught under his armpit by the water and couldn't move, turned around and ran.

These disciples of Feiyunmen have lived in the mountains for a long time, and they are pampered on weekdays, although they are very familiar with sword formation drills, they rarely fight with others, and they lack experience in fighting. At this time, although one of them was broken, there were still so many people beside him. When you run, don't you break the formation yourself and put others in danger?

Shui Congyue did not chase after the fleeing people, but turned to the other two who were handing the sword behind him. These two people were originally practicing according to the formation, and they came to fill the position, and when the senior brother on the opposite side drew his sword again, the opponent had to retreat.

But in front of the two of them died and fled, Shui Congyue held a stick in one hand, and the black iron rod made a terrible sound of breaking the air, drawing an arc, and the frightened two people retreated.

Shui Congyue did not give up, his body suddenly accelerated, and he jumped high like a tiger, and rushed straight to the two who retreated.

Look at the body plugged

With a sword and a hideous mask on his face, like a demonic water from the moon, the two disciples were terrified, and they could no longer deal with it calmly. After hesitating, the deadly iron rod arrived, and it hit a person hard, and the person didn't make a sound, and the flesh and blood of his body were smashed and fell on the spot.

The strength of the iron rod did not decrease, and it fell on the second disciple, and with a miserable cry, this person flew high and could not fall far to the ground.

In an instant, the seven disciples went to four, and the seven-star array suddenly broke. The Qi Sect Master was shocked, and as a last resort, he withdrew the green lotus sword in the air and stabbed at Shui Congyue, protecting the remaining three disciples, while beckoning the other peripheral disciples to hurry up and reorganize the Seven Star Array.

But the formation needs to be run in together for many years, and the heart is the same. These seven people were already majoring in the Seven Star Array, and although the other disciples also knew the formation principle, they suddenly joined, and the cooperation was inevitably a little obscure.

After all, the Qinghe Sword is the ninth-ranked famous sword, and with one sword slash, the water retreats more than a dozen steps from the moon, and the sword wounds on his body are like a spring. Qinghe chased after him, it seemed that the master of Qi was ruthless, and he would definitely behead this person first, and then go to support the elders.

Immediately after the second blow of Qinghe came, Shui Congyue did not avoid it, and went straight up, this time taking ten steps back.

"It's not enough, come again." The water did not wait for the green lotus to start from the moon, but it took the initiative to catch up. There was a click, and an arm was broken. At the same time, there was a sound of water coming from the moon's body, as if something had opened, and the hazy body was a little more meaningful.

At this moment, a man wearing a red mask suddenly ran out from behind the mountain, raised his sword in his hand, and slashed at the Qi Sect Master who was concentrating on controlling the sword.

Oops, there's a third person. The Qi Sect Master's heart froze, his long sleeves shook, and the flowing clouds that were originally used for decoration on the cuffs flew out, turning into several long snakes and rolling towards the red-masked man.

As soon as the snake came into contact with the person, the other party was hit the ground, and the knife in his hand also fell. The Qi Sect Lord breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that this person's methods were so sparse, but he was startled. If there is another opponent like these two people on the opposite side, Feiyunmen will suffer a catastrophe today.

With a gesture of his hand, the long snake fell to his side with this person. The master of Qi Sect was single-minded, controlling the Qinghe Sword with one hand, and grasping it with the other, and the people on the ground came to him.

This man's body hung limply, and his body was stained with blood, and his wounds did not look like they were wounded by a weapon, but as if they were the work of a beast.

The Qi Sect Lord grabbed him by the throat and pulled him to a foot in front of him, "With such a slight skill, he dares to go to the Flying Cloud Gate to spread wild.

Listen, listen, your accomplices have been captured by me, so quickly put down your weapons. Otherwise, I will cut off his head and hang it on the mountain gate for a year, so that the whole world will know the result of provoking me to fly to the cloud gate."

But the two of them in the air and on the ground were not confused at all, and they didn't seem to care about this person's life at all.

It turned out to be an outcast, and the master of Qi was not annoyed, and stretched out his hand to kill him. Suddenly, the body of the person in his hand swung violently, and he broke free of control and pounced, and the heads of the two hit each other hard.

The force of this collision was so great that in addition to being dizzy, the Qi Sect Master saw a huge grinding disc rumbling in a trance.