The night has arrived, and the moon hangs in the eastern sky.

The snow has melted, and the frost is cold.

The clouds collect ten thousand mountains, the cold moon reflects the jade lake, the mountains are up and down, and the sound of fighting is still there.

All over the mountains and fields, as far as the eye can see, there are all corpses with different forms of death, some of them died of hidden weapons, some of them died of swords, some of them were pierced through the heart with short spears and nailed to death in trees, some of their heads were as big as a fight, and they died of poisoning, and some people were hacked to death by random knives and arrows......

Listening closely, some people were crying loudly, some were screaming, and some people were laughing madly, their eyes were red, their minds were confused, and they looked at the figures around them, unable to distinguish whether they were dead or alive, and they were powerless to wield their swords.

It was just a few sword groans, and after two sword sounds, the cry was cut off, and the sorrow had dissipated.

It's tragic.

It was the "Battle of Huiyanfeng", which was regarded as a catastrophe that was not encountered in a hundred years by the people of the rivers and lakes, and it was far less than today's war.

The blood stained the cold frost red, the moonlight, the mountains and fields, and even the corpses floating in the lake.

It's not as thrilling as during the day, and the movement on the mountain has long been weakened at this moment, but the killing machine is even stronger, because they are all scattered in the fighting; No one knows how many of these corpses are really dead, how many are fake deaths, how many are friends, how many are enemies, and one is careless, and the soul will immediately return to hatred, and the body will be in a different place.

Looking at it, who would have thought that the fragmented corpse was once a famous hero on the rivers and lakes, and who could identify the deceased who was full of holes and blood holes would be a giant in the martial arts.

In the face of life and death, there is no high or low.

The elders of the Huashan Sword Sect were shot with hidden weapons.

The head of the Blue Dragon Society was stabbed in the back.

The head of the 36th dart game in Jiangnan died under a small poisoned arrow.

The deputy master of the Tang Gate lost his head.

The elders of the Demon Cult were cut off by the waist.

Half of the Shaolin monks fell to the ground and half fell into the lake.

There is also the "Red Demon Hand" Yi Ye who cried and died, this evil master who has been famous for more than 30 years, was covered with iron nets, shot with hidden arrows, and nailed all over his body with clusters of arrows.

Too much.

Once upon a time, these masters of the famous and powerful martial arts turned out to be no different from ordinary people, they were all flesh and blood, and the swords and swords were still fatal.

Someone only made a little movement, and the next moment he saw more than a dozen hidden weapons shooting from all directions in the forest, killing him instantly, regardless of whether he was a friend or an enemy.

In such a situation, when it is difficult to distinguish between friend and foe, or at night, everyone has to be careful, even the head of a faction, the overlord of one side must hide himself cautiously and hide secretly.

People are like this, when life and death are at stake, as long as they can live, everything else seems to be sacrificeable, even if they are dead, they are dead, as long as they are still alive, then they will not hesitate.

But it's not completely silent.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, I heard a strange noise.

Under the bright moonlight, at first glance, I saw a ball of snowy silver light blooming, it was a long silver sword spike, the sound of "swish", brilliant and dazzling, not only can charm the eyes, but also hide the reverse blade barb, can seal the weapon, extremely insidious.

There was more than one mass, and strange noises sounded one after another on all sides.

The five sword spikes of gold, silver, copper, iron, and jade are all like this, and there are blood stains on them.

And in the formation of the five people, Li Ducian stood still with his sword in his hand, his eyes turned, he looked at the blood on his body, and the clothes that were swept by the sword spike, and couldn't help but smile lowly.

The swordsmanship of these five people is exquisite, enough to enter the house, and they also know how to attack together, and they also have Qimen weapons, especially the sword spike, which is really in the way of the eyes, and it is simply the nemesis of the sword and the like, which is extremely difficult.

In addition to the five people, there is Yan Nanfei, although this person held his sword and did not move, and he looked disdainful to make a move, but it invisibly gave people a great pressure.

Li Ducian pursed her chapped lips, felt the pain coming from her body, and said lightly: "It's interesting, in the end, it is a family that uses swords to figure out this kind of doorway." ”

It is rumored that Xie Tian, the first head of the Xie family, once competed with the swordsmen of the world, and the sword poured into the rivers and lakes, and then defeated the heroes, and was jointly promoted as the "first sword in the world" and created the "Divine Sword Villa". It is said that this person is amazingly talented and extremely talented, and he has an insight into the swordsmanship of each faction and each family in just one battle, and then realizes several ways to restrain the world's swordsmen.

That "stealing the sky and changing the day to seize the sword" is a kind of one.

At the moment, these five strange soldiers are also one of a kind.

Yan Nanfei gloated: "Shouldn't the famous ghost son be buried here?" ”

Li Ducian smiled: "You might as well go together." ”

The cold light in his eyes was clear, but his mind was paying attention to other places, because there was a hidden thunder rolling in the distance, and the explosion was endless, and the terrifying qi machine was terrifying even if it was so far away, and there must be a terrifying master fighting fiercely.

"Arrogance!"

In the face of life and death, seeing that Li Ducian still dared to distract him, the five Xie family elders were furious, their eyes were wide, the long sword in their hands trembled like a dragon, and the formation of joint attacks rose again.

But seeing the five people in unison with their swords under the moon, and under their feet they were walking around Li Ducicada with strange steps, only turning around twice, and the five people had turned into several urgent shadows, and the sword shadows in their palms were all over the sky, and the sword wind was swishing, condensing into a circle of sword wheels, and flying and spinning.

Suddenly, Li Ducian was in the midst of a heavy sword shadow, and suddenly felt that there were killing intent in all directions, the sky and the earth were all killing intent, plus the sword spike was dazzling, only slightly turned his head, avoiding the line of sight, and suddenly saw a green frost ancient sword decorated with green jade sword spikes stabbing in the air.

In this array, if the opponent in the array parries with his sword, the blade in his hand will be sealed by the sword spikes of the other four people in an instant, but if he only defends and does not attack, until the sword circle shrinks, he will not escape death in the end.

In the more than 200 years since the day this formation came out, I don't know how many kendo leaders have been defeated who have tried to challenge the "Excalibur Villa", and how many kendo masters and swordsmanship masters have unloaded.

Yan Nanfei glanced at the steps of the five people, and actually implied the changes of the five elements of yin and yang, the sword momentum was connected from end to end, rigid and soft, endless.

One sword first, four swords later.

The five people moved their swords, and the five ancient swords rushed to and fro in the formation like a lightning star in an instant, crisscrossing and criss-crossing, turning into a sword net, and the sharp sword qi penetrated people's hearts and lungs.

Let's say that Yan Nanfei was contemplating himself and took a closer look, and suddenly heard ......

"Poof!"

The long sword drinks blood and kills with one move.

I actually stabbed it.

Yan Nanfei's eyes widened, because it was not Li Duciao's life that was taken, but the life of another person.

But I saw Li Ducicada tossing and turning in the sword array, shuttling back and forth between the sword gaps, flying up and down like a black mist, as fast as a ghost.

It's just that even so, there are still a few more blood holes on his body, blood beads rolling down, seeing that the sword circle is about to be tightened, at the last moment, he suddenly saw the shadow of the claw in the sky, and the yin wind swept by, Li Duciao's left hand If he can pick the stars and take the moon, he only probed in the air, and actually snatched the sword in the hand of one person like lightning, and sent it into the opponent's chest.

And the swords of the remaining four people were taken out of their hands almost at the same time, and they felt that the Taiyuan acupoint was numb, and the four long swords were immediately swept into Li Dui's hands.

He grabbed the sword in his left hand, and also had a sword in his right hand, the two swords were combined into a sword, and when he turned around, the cyan sword blade had already cut out a circle of stunning sword shadows under the moon, as if it was rounder than the cold moon in the sky.

The dust settled.

The five Xie clan elders still had a final look of shock and horror on their faces.

Just waiting for a gust of cold wind to blow, the skulls on the necks of the five people rolled off, the headless bodies were weak to kneel, and the broken mouths rushed out of a column of hot blood, spurting angrily like a roar.

It ended too quickly and too suddenly.

Yan Nanfei lost his mind: "Stealing the sky and changing the day to seize the sword!" ”

Li Ducian's eyes swept in the air, and he looked at him with a smile, and at the same time that his left hand released the four swords, he saw that a terrifying yin qi gathered out of thin air in his palm, and his palm strength was weak, and the blood mist sprayed in mid-air was swept into a ball by the surging evil wind, and he raised his hand to send it away.

In the poignant palm wind, a blood-colored palm slashed out towards Yan Nanfei in the air.

Yan Nanfei's eyes were solemn, and he flashed back, waiting to draw his sword.

"Ahh

Suddenly, there was a cry of pain from the mountainside.

Li Duciao's eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes flickered, and he knew that the owner of this voice was Ma Kongqun.

"Huh? What kind of enemy has this encountered? ”

(End of chapter)