The winter in Shencheng was very cold, and the earth wrapped its soft and smooth coat tightly around his body and stroked it gently. A cold wind blew, and the coat was wrapped tighter.

It's been half a month since Xiaotian came to the Golden Sword Gate Medical Hall. There were five rooms in the medical hall for the patients to live in, and when Xiaotian came, the rooms were all empty, so Xiaotian stayed in the room on the east side and ate with the handymen of the Golden Sword Gate.

In the past six months, every three or two days, five or six patients have come, all of them with sword injuries.

Xiaotian remembered the young woman's advice, just helped to dress the medicine and bandage, corrected the muscles and bones, and didn't say much.

He was quick with his hands and feet, but he saved the young woman a lot of effort.

"Senior Sister Qing'er, come and help!" The two of them carried a stretcher and walked into the medical hall quickly, and a strong bloody breath came to their faces.

The young woman Liu Ruyan hurriedly walked to the stretcher, "Senior Brother Zhang! She exclaimed. Laughing sky, get the gold creation medicine! ”

Xiaotian hurriedly handed her two bottles of Jinchuang Medicine, Liu Ruyan's face turned pale, and she hurriedly stopped the bleeding, applied medicine, and sutured the wound with needles and threads.

The two were busy for most of the hour before bandaging the patient's wound with a medicinal cloth, and Liu Ruyan was panting tiredly.

"Senior Brother Zhang is seriously injured, and he may be in a coma for two days, and he is not out of danger yet. At the moment, people can't bump back and forth, so let's put it here first. Willow like a flue.

The two young men carrying the stretcher looked worried, and carried Senior Brother Zhang on the stretcher into the empty room on the west side of the medical hall and gently placed him on the bed.

"There's Senior Sister Lao Liu." After putting the people away, the two didn't say much, and left.

Senior Brother Zhang was in a coma for a day and a night, and finally woke up. He was extremely weak and couldn't speak, so he was fed porridge by Xiaotian on weekdays.

In the past few days, three groups of people have come to visit, including a few fifty-year-old people, and after reading it, they went away angrily.

Two days later, on the second watch of the day, a rapid knock sounded at the door. Dugu Xiaotian stopped his cultivation and rushed to the front hall of the medical hall.

"Xiaotian, there are wounded people in the sect tonight, follow me to the main altar courtyard to help!"

Liu Ruyan greeted Xiaotian, and hurriedly rushed to the courtyard of the Golden Sword Gate General Altar with the disciples who came over.

The courtyard of the main altar of the Golden Sword Gate is very large, with a length of more than 60 zhang and a width, and all the disciples usually practice martial arts here.

When Liu Ruyan arrived in the courtyard, there were two groups of people facing each other in the courtyard at this time. On the left is Jin Linfeng, the master of the Golden Sword Sect, with more than a hundred disciples behind him.

There were also fifty or sixty people on the right, the first of whom was in his fifties, with a short white face and eyes like electricity.

At this time, five or six disciples of the Golden Sword Sect had been seriously injured, and she hurriedly went over with Xiaotian to bandage the wounds of the injured disciples.

"Jin Linfeng, hand over half of the treasure map, otherwise there will be no chickens and dogs left in the Golden Sword Keeper today." The white-faced old man said coldly.

"Sima Liang, don't want to spray people with blood, my Golden Sword Sect doesn't have any treasure map!" Jin Linfeng shouted. "You hurt my eldest disciple Zhang Songlin for no reason, do you really think that my Golden Sword Sect is easy to bully?" Jin Linfeng slowly pulled out the Wind Chasing Sword behind his back, "Let me lead the Ling Tian Sword Technique of the Left Master." ”

Before Sima Liang could answer, an old man in his fifties flashed to his left, his face like black charcoal.

"You are also worthy of fighting with my senior brother, so let me Kwantung faction Li Yunsheng meet you." The black-faced old man drew a broadsword and plunged into the field.

Dugu Xiao also walked to the middle of the field, pointed at the ground with a long sword, and said coldly: "Please advise!" ”

Li Yunsheng replied, "Look at the move!" ", a sword with an oblique hand stabbed Jin Linfeng's shoulder. When", Jin Linfeng performed the third style of the Wind Sword Technique, "Willow Breeze", separating Li Yunsheng's broadsword.

The two fought very quickly, and they dismantled more than 20 moves in a blink of an eye.

Dugu Xiaotian watched from the sidelines, secretly wondering, "How can these two old men come out with flaws in their swords, aren't they really fighting?" Xiaotian didn't know that he had already glimpsed the path of martial arts at this time, and his vision was very unusual.

"Go!" After another moment, Li Yunsheng's broadsword shook again and again, making the "Ling Zhan in the air" of the Ling Tian Sword Technique, only to see seven or eight sword light changes, unable to see the virtual and the real clearly, and rushed towards Jin Linfeng. Jin Linfeng was startled, and the long sword drew a half-arc block, but it didn't block it.

With a "snort", Li Yunsheng's broadsword stabbed Jin Linfeng in the shoulder, and then kicked Jin Linfeng in the chest. Jin Linfeng took five steps backwards in a row, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face was as pale as gold paper.

The disciples of the Golden Sword Sect hurriedly rushed forward to protect the head of the sect, with a sad and angry expression.

"Let me fight with the Kanto faction!" A tall and thin old man from the Golden Sword Sect roared and rushed towards Li Yunsheng. More than a dozen disciples of the Golden Sword Sect rushed up.

Everyone on the Kanto faction had already taken precautions, and when they saw the disciples of the Tiejiamen rushing up together, they also stepped forward one after another, taking over more than ten disciples of the Golden Sword Sect. "Bang bang bang" The courtyard suddenly entered a situation of chaos.

Sima Liang respected his identity and watched coldly.

Although there were many disciples of the Golden Sword Sect, their martial arts were far from the disciples of the Kwantung faction, and they fell into disadvantage in a blink of an eye, and in a matter of moments, more than a dozen disciples of the Golden Sword Sect were injured and fell to the ground.

Liu Ruyan picked up an injured disciple of the Golden Sword Sect and was about to give him the Golden Creation Medicine. A big man of the Kwantung faction sneered and stabbed Liu Ruyan in the heart with a sword.

Liu Ruyan couldn't dodge, exclaimed, and sat down on the ground. Before the long sword reached Liu Ruyan's chest, it stopped, and a small hand grabbed the wrist of the big man like an iron hoop.

"Hey" The big man hurriedly urged his strength, wanting to withdraw his arm, but like a dragonfly shaking a stone pillar, he couldn't move a bit.

"Bang." Dugu Xiaotian's hand tightened, and the big man's long sword fell to the ground, and then he was punched in the shoulder, retreating seven or eight steps in a row, and fell to the ground.

Seven or eight disciples of the Kwantung faction saw that the Great Han had been knocked down, and each of them danced their long swords and attacked Xiaotian.

Dugu Xiaotian was still a little timid at first, but when he had to unfold the basic footwork of the army's long fist, the five steps of bow, horse, servant, void, and rest were opened, interspersed freely in the crowd, and his heart gradually stabilized.

"Stop, or don't blame me for offending!" Dugu Xiaotian flashed the three long swords that stabbed him, and said angrily.

The disciples of the Kwantung faction didn't talk to each other, but they were a little ruthless at the same time.

Xiaotian spread his fists, rushing, splitting, collapsing, penetrating, smashing, "popping", and his fists hit the shoulders and backs of a group of Kwantung sect disciples. In a moment, the eight Kwantung sect disciples fell to the ground and chirped, unable to get up again.

Dugu smiled and stepped forward to help Liu Ruyan up, "Master Liu, are you okay?" ”

"I'm fine", Liu Ruyan was shocked for a while. "Be careful!" She exclaimed.

An old man of the Kanto faction rushed out of the oblique stab, and stabbed Dugu Xiaotian in the back of the heart with a sword. Dugu Xiaotian didn't turn around, and kicked sideways, kicking the old man's wrist. The old man's hand was numb, he could no longer hold the long sword in his hand, and was about to retreat, when Xiaotian's second diagonal kick had already kicked him on his left shoulder.

"Bang!" The old man was kicked out and fell unconscious.

Xiaotian hated this person for making a sneak attack, and this leg used fifty percent of his internal strength. He was kind-hearted, and he fought with everyone before, and in order to reduce the number of casualties, he only used thirty percent of his strength.

The old man of the Kanto faction went from sneak attack to falling to the ground, just between lightning and flint. All of a sudden, it shocked the people of the Kwantung faction who were doing it.

"Stop!" Sima Liang, the head of the Kwantung faction, shouted.

The disciples of the Kwantung faction slowly gathered together and retreated behind Sima Liang.