"Boom"

Several figures, as if swept by the stormy waves, flew upside down from outside the door of the mansion, crossed a distance of more than ten zhang, and smashed into the hall, and several tables of banquets nearby were overturned, causing a commotion.

"What's going on?"

"Who? How dare you come to Feihemen to make trouble? Are you tired of being alive?! ”

Many of the guests present were stunned, and until this time, there were still many people who had not come back to their senses, but when they saw the few people who fell to the ground, some people couldn't help but exclaim.

Without him, just because among the few people who fell in, in addition to the ordinary outer disciples, there was also one person who was Liu Song's most beloved closed disciple, Fang Qingyun, who was known as the 'Crane Ling Sword'!

This nickname means that Fang Qingyun's swordsmanship is displayed in one hand, like a crane feathers flying, not only changeable, like the feathers of a flying crane, but also extremely fast, although he is not very old, but above the rivers and lakes, he can already rank among the world's first-class masters.

At such an age, with such martial arts, the future can be said to be promising, but unfortunately, the current Fang Qingyun has become a wounded crane with broken wings, and even his hands holding the sword were broken, and the whole person was paralyzed to the ground in embarrassment, unable to get up again.

"Senior brother!"

Seeing Fang Qingyun's tragic situation, Liu Song's other six disciples immediately reacted, one by one, they hurriedly exclaimed, squeezed through the crowd, and shouted with anger: "Who is it?" Who is it? Since you dare to come to my Feihemen to provoke, why do you have to hide your head and show your tail, and get out if you have the courage! ”

"Torrential"

As if in response to their anger, a footstep was heard.

This voice came from outside the mansion, obviously did not exert any internal force, nor did he use any light exercises, just walked in like an ordinary person, like an ordinary person who did not know martial arts.

But the people present knew very well that Feihemen was not an ordinary place, if the person who came was really an ordinary person, how could he dare to come to Feihemen to provoke, let alone make the first-class master of the 'Crane Ling Sword' Fang Qingyun fold his wings.

The sound of choking sounded like a long dragon, and at this time, without anyone's command, dozens of Feihemen disciples had already drawn their swords and rushed to meet them.

Yan Hongyue, the eldest disciple under Liu Song's seat, had a calm demeanor, and he already had the demeanor of a faction, glanced at the dozens of Feihemen disciples who came out to meet the enemy, and said in a deep voice: "The little junior brother is quite seriously injured, don't move him first, today Yan Shenyi is also in the mansion, sixth junior brother, you go and ask his old man to help treat the little junior brother's injuries, and the rest of the junior brothers will go out with me."

Speaking of this, Yan Hongyue's expression was cold, his words were cold, and he shouted coldly: "Yan wants to see what kind of sacredness is that he dares to disturb the master's birthday feast." ”

"Yes!"

Hearing the order, although the other four people are also famous figures in the rivers and lakes, it is obvious that they still have a lot of respect for Yan Hongyue, the senior brother, without saying a word, they all responded in unison and accepted the order.

Yan Hongyue turned around abruptly, glanced at the guests gathered in the courtyard again, and said with his fists clenched: "Let you distinguished guests be frightened, please don't panic, wait for a while, and wait for Brother Yan to go out and send away the juniors, and then come to apologize to you." With that, he turned around and led the four junior disciples out of the crowd.

Although this happened suddenly, at this moment, among the people present, there were already most people in the martial arts, and they had seen a lot of this kind of dispute in the rivers and lakes, so they naturally couldn't talk about being afraid.

Moreover, over the years, the power of Feihemen has grown day by day, and not everyone is used to it, but because the power of Feihemen is too large, it is not easy to offend.

Therefore, at this moment, seeing someone sweeping his face at Liu Song's birthday feast, not only was he not afraid, but he secretly laughed in his heart, and many people were not too big to watch the excitement, and they looked like they were watching a play for this sudden incident.

As we all know, to watch a play, of course, you have to pick a good position, otherwise how can you see it clearly? Therefore, many martial arts people in the courtyard also left their seats one after another, followed by Yan Hongyue and a few people, and rushed towards the outer courtyard, wanting to see who the characters were, and dared to come to Feihemen to provoke at such a time.

"Kill."

"Kill."

As soon as Yan Hongyue and the others stepped into the outer courtyard, they immediately heard bursts of mournful shouts of killing, but he was not an ordinary person after all, he was angry and looked at it, and his face suddenly changed greatly.

As far as the eye could see, as far as the eye could see, I saw that in the courtyard, the figures were flying, the swords and swords were flickering, and dozens of Feihemen disciples slashed and slashed, showing all their skills, surrounding a man in white, and dozens of weapons roared out with a strong wind, all killing the opponent.

On the other hand, the man in white was carrying a black sheath long sword, but he didn't draw the sword, but just walked forward unhurriedly, his steps didn't look very powerful, or how light he was, not because he didn't know how to do internal strength, but because he didn't seem to be willing to waste any of his true strength except for working with people!

But even so, his pace is still so steady, every step out, it must be a ruler and seven inches as measured by a ruler, dozens of weapons attack, can not make his steps slightly condensed, let alone let him change the direction of progress.

At first glance, it seemed that the man in white had done nothing, but dozens of blades wrapped in strength went forward to kill one after another, but as if he was drunk, at the moment when he was about to get on his body, he was affected by an invisible force, and they all stumbled in other directions.

In the face of everyone's siege, the man in white did not draw his sword, perhaps just because in his opinion, these people in front of him were not worthy of him to draw his sword.

In the blink of an eye, the dozens of Feihemen disciples besieging the man in white were all injured, stained with blood everywhere, and several important parts such as abdomen, chest, and back were slashed by swords and fell to the side, but these injuries were not from the man in white, but were accidentally injured by fellow disciples who stumbled.

"This"

Seeing this scene at first glance, Yan Hongyue and his four junior disciples couldn't help but tremble violently, and the expression on their faces became extremely ugly in an instant, and not only them, but among the many martial arts people who came out to watch the battle with the five of them, at this moment, there was also a sound of gasp.

No one who can come here is a stupid person, and besides, even if he is blind, when he sees such a scene, he should clearly know that the unheard of and unseen man in white in front of him is a real master!

(End of chapter)