"The Three Heroes of Heaven?"

The three corpses lying on the ground have childish faces, familiar appearances, and are actually famous masters in the rivers and lakes.

The long sword is exquisite, the texture is orderly, and the subtlety of it cannot escape the eyes of the Broken Sword Villa.

Zhao Jie's face was distorted, he looked at the corpse in disbelief, and then looked at Guo Fan who was standing with a 'knife'.

"You killed them?"

"Da ......"

Guo Fan didn't say a word and walked forward.

Walking up a few stone steps, two people appeared in front of them again.

The two were about forty or fifty years old, with white hair on sideburns, and their appearance was the same, and they each held a curved soft sword.

"Heshuo Shuangyi!"

These two people, Zhao Jie and Cui Ying don't know each other, but the blades in their hands are from Broken Sword Villa.

If the two come to the door, they will be guests of the villa, and the owner of the villa needs to entertain them personally.

"Please advise!"

He Shuo held his sword and saluted, raised his face, his face was solemn, and his eyes showed the determination to die.

The two of them took out their swords, and the sword light shimmered, almost forming a light curtain, impermeable, and their heads were facing Guo Fan.

"Huh!"

The sword flashed away.

The pitch-black, rudimentary blade slashed through the void, and with just one touch, the sword curtain in front of it had spread out in a colorful manner.

Guo Fan's face remained unchanged, and he continued to move forward.

Behind.

He Shuo Shuangyi froze in place, a touch of red suddenly appeared in the center of his eyebrows, and his eyes were already dead.

"Poof!"

The corpse fell to the ground, which also made Zhao Jie and Cui Ying's hearts skip a beat.

Their two pairs of eyes trembled even more.

"The master of the Absolute Sword Sect, the sword ghost, come and learn your Excellency's tricks!"

Another voice rang out.

After more than 100 stone steps, there is a stone pavilion, and there is a person in the stone pavilion, with long hair fluttering, and a sword hanging from his waist.

When I raised my eyes, I didn't see a human figure, but I saw a fierce and vicious sword intent standing across the stone steps between the mountains.

Sword ghost!

Zhao Jie's cheeks trembled, and his eyes showed horror.

This name is widely spread in the rivers and lakes, and it represents treachery, cruelty, and unprovokedness.

It is said that this person did too many killings when he was young, so that everyone in the rivers and lakes was in danger, and finally a holy monk was able to ignite it.

Although there are few shots now, every time they make a move, they are all widely implicated, and no one dares to provoke them.

But the horror in his eyes turned to disbelief the next moment.

I saw a sword light like a crescent moon flash, and that sword intent disappeared in an instant.

The sword ghost who stood in the stone pavilion was also planted headlong!

The......

But there was a hope of an innate existence!

How so?

"Magic ...... Magic Knife. ”

Cui Ying's trembling voice sounded.

Zhao Jie's heart fluttered, only to feel a chill emerge from the tail vertebrae, and instantly rushed into the back of his head.

The body slammed into a spirit.

"He's the King of Zhenwu!"

It is rumored that King Zhenwu was born handsome and extraordinary, and even looked a little delicate and soft.

But there is a ruthless and cruel killing heart.

A magic knife is even more terrifying to kill the world's heroes.

This......

Isn't it the person in front of you!

Trembling and trembling, the man in front of him had turned along the stone steps and disappeared into the mountain road.

"Poof!"

Zhao Jie's legs were weak and he fell directly to the ground.

"Senior sister. ”

"Senior brother. ”

At this time, Cui Ying was also terrified, her delicate body trembled slightly, and her cheeks were even more pale.

"Let's ...... Let's get out of here. ”

Zhao Jie stood up from the ground and walked towards his junior sister, only to feel that his muscles and bones were weak.

"This is not the place we should be. ”

"Hmm. ”

At this time, Cui Ying also lost her stubbornness at the beginning, nodded when she heard the words, and was about to leave.

"Boom ......"

Abrupt.

The sound of rolling rocks was heard above the stone steps, followed by countless roars and shouts of killing.

But the next moment.

The earth-shattering shouts turned into screams and screams, and the voices were full of unwillingness and despair.

"Let's go, junior sister, let's go quickly!"

When Zhao Jie heard this, his face became more and more pale.

"Wait a minute!"

Cui Ying's face changed greatly.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Jie looked puzzled.

"Daddy!"

"Daddy is still in the mountains. ”

Cui Ying's face was anxious, and as soon as she stomped her feet, she didn't care about anything else, so she ran along the stone steps towards the mountain.

"Senior sister!"

Zhao Jie panicked, and subconsciously followed.

The two of them passed by the stone pavilion, and as soon as their footsteps stopped, they looked sideways, and saw the corpse of the sword ghost's eyes wide open.

Groov!

My heart was beating wildly, I didn't dare to look at it anymore, and I turned my head and ran quickly.

After walking a few steps, the scene in front of them stopped the two of them, and their faces were full of horror.

I saw that on this long stone staircase, a corpse fell to the ground.

Rubble was scattered, blood flowed, and broken blades were stuck in disorder on the ground.

The pungent smell of blood came to my face.

It's like a hellish scene!

"Gollum ......"

Zhao Jie's throat rolled, and there was no trace of blood on his face.

"The Yellow River Seven Jiao, **Mother-in-law, Yanyu One-word Sword, Tianling Star, Nine-Fingered Divine Calculation, Laoshan Shuangyan ......"

He is also well-informed, knows a lot about the masters of the rivers and lakes, and can better identify the world's blades.

Sweep your eyes.

The corpses in front of him are all well-known figures in the rivers and lakes, and their strength is also extremely strong.

Many of them are no less than the owners of Broken Sword Mountain Villa.

Now.

One by one, they died here, and some of them were separated from their bodies, their bodies were halved, and they looked hideous after death.

Depending on the situation, there are a lot of traps set here, but unfortunately they are completely useless.

"Senior sister, let's go...... Let's go?"

Zhao Jie only felt that his legs trembled, and he looked at his junior sister with a pleading face.

At this time, Cui Ying's face was also pale, but her eyes were extremely dignified.

"No way!"

"I'm going to find my father, who is still in the mountains. ”

"It's too dangerous here, Daddy can't stay here!"

Muttering to herself, Cui Ying's eyes flashed, she gritted her teeth violently, and rushed towards the mountain with light skills.

"Senior sister!"

"Hey!"

Zhao Jie sighed, and could only follow.

The further they went, the cooler their hearts became.

On the stone steps of this mountain road, I don't know how many martial arts masters have been ambushed, and now there is no survivor.

The two of them didn't stop, and they also performed light skills, but they couldn't catch up with the killing speed of the person in front!

To know.

The people killed here are not nameless rats, everyone is a famous person in the rivers and lakes!

A random one, in front of them are all seniors, and they need to be treated respectfully and politely.

But now......

The scene is terrible!

"Ahh

"Adversary, Adversary!"

"He's not human, he's not human!"

A panicked roar came from above, and the two of them moved in their hearts and hurriedly rushed away.

It's a platform.

On the platform, there were corpses everywhere without exception, and the flowing blood also filled the platform.

In the corner, this time there are a few survivors who have lost their minds.

One of them had disappeared with his legs, his face was panicked, his pupils were wide open, and he kept shouting 'Devil' and 'Devil'.

"Peng Daxia!"

Cui Ying's eyes lit up and she hurried over.

"Peng Daxia, can you see my father?"

"Adversary, Adversary!"

And this Peng Daxia didn't seem to hear her question, and muttered: "He's not a human, he's not a human!"

"Peng Daxia!"

Zhao Jie was anxious: "You are sober, we are from Broken Sword Villa, have you ever met the family teacher?"

"Adversary, Adversary. ”

Peng Daxia smiled miserably, his body was prostrate on the ground, and he rolled forward desperately with both hands.

Behind him, blood flowed from the short leg, leaving two blood marks.

"All are going to die, all are going to die!"

The whole person seems to have gone completely crazy.

"Peng Daxia!"

"Broken Sword Villa. ”

Suddenly, someone whispered.

"Seniors. ”

Cui Ying turned her head sharply and looked at the other party.

This is an old man who is missing an arm, with white hair flowing and unstained with dust, and he was also a delicate person before he came.

Now......

His eyes were blank, his breath was weak, and he let himself collapse in a pool of blood, but he was also motionless.

"He's right, everybody is going to die!"

The old man closed his eyes, his face was bitter: "That person...... No, the adversary won't spare anyone. ”

"If you are wise, go down the mountain as quickly as possible, and don't come out again, for you may have a chance to live. ”

"Seniors. ”

Cui Ying hurriedly spoke: "I'm going to take my father away, do you know where he is now?"

"Filial piety is commendable. ”

The old man laughed miserably: "It's a pity...... It's a pity ......"

He struggled to lift his remaining arm and pointed upward: "He's on it, if you're not afraid of death." ”

"Go ahead!"

"Go ahead!"

"Poof!"

As soon as the words fell, internal injuries were provoked, and the old man's body trembled, and blood blurted out.

"Thank you, seniors. ”

Cui Ying's body was stunned, gritted her teeth and arched her hand at the other party, turned around and continued to run towards the mountain.

Zhao Jie followed.

"Idiot, idiot!"

Behind him, the old man's faint voice came.

"Kill!"

On the stone steps in the mountains, the offensive is used to **, and as far as the eye can see, the crowds are surging and dense, as if there is no end.

Guo Fan's face was indifferent, his eyes were dark, and the magic knife slashed out one by one along the flaws of the offensive in front of him.

The knife falls, and it kills!

No one was spared.

The light of the knife flickered from time to time, like a sickle harvesting rice, and the people in front of him fell in rows.

Behind him, corpses covered the stone steps.

"Kill!"

"Kill this adversary!"

"Fight with him!"

Roars, roars, and roars.

It can be heard that the voice has turned from high and fierce at the beginning to horror and grief.

Everyone, it seems that there is only one dry blood.

"Boom ......"

The offensive ahead was abrupt, and the pressure multiplied.

It seems that this is another platform, only this time there are more and stronger masters.

"Heh......"

The corners of his mouth sneered, and his body shook.

"Huh!"

Thirty-six thin swords swept in all directions in an instant, and everywhere they passed, nothing was cut off.

The huge platform instantly became a meat grinder, and I don't know how many people died at this moment.

White Tiger Star Killer Divine Sword Gang!

"Ahh

"Adversary!"

Screams, roars, and shouts of terror rang out again.

And the pressure in front of him has also suddenly disappeared.

Moving forward again, there was no one who intercepted for a long time.

Until......

"Amitabha!"

The loud sound of Buddha chanting sounded.

All kinds of robes danced in the wind, and on the narrow stone steps, more than a dozen old monks appeared.

"Shaolin monk?"

"Luohan Array!"

Guo Fan's eyebrows were lowered, and his voice was cold: "It seems that the monk Zhenhui also has a time to break his word." ”

"Amitabha. ”

The old monk in front of the head is afraid that he is over eighty years old, and his face is pale, and it is estimated that he is a wordless monk.

He folded his hands and chanted the Buddha's name.

"Lord, we have been expelled from the mountain gate, and what we do is only asked about our hearts, and the monks cannot be restrained. ”

"Heh......"

Guo Fan chuckled.

"Covering your ears and stealing the bell is just self-deception!"

"Monk, I also have some relationship with Buddhism, if you retreat, it's still too late. ”

"Amitabha!"

The old monk folded his hands and danced wildly in his robe.

"Lord Wang, the demon in your heart is the catastrophe of the common people, we are willing to feed the devil with our bodies, without fear and no regrets!"

"That's good. ”

"Since you are bent on seeking death, then don't blame you for being spicy!"

Guo Fan nodded and walked forward.

"Boom ......"

The void shook in front of him.

Eighteen old monks worked together.

The youngest of these old monks is estimated to be in their seventies, and they are children, and their internal strength is extremely pure.

Among them, most of them are people with perfect internal strength.

With the help of the Arhat Array, the terrifying aura instantly enveloped the land within a radius of ten feet.

It's like a huge air cover, across Guo Fan's face.

Its power is so strong that even those who are far away are beating wildly and uneasy.

"Good!"

Even Guo Fan, in the face of such might, had to show solemnity.

At the moment, the body squatted slightly, and a golden light emerged, wrapping the whole body and turning into mixed Yuan Gangqi.

King Kong is not bad, and the eighth level of divine skill!

"Drink!"

When the old monk drank lowly.

Behind him, the seventeen old monks each took out their palms and transmitted the internal force to one person through the formation.

"Demon Suppression Mudra!"

The old monk's eyes widened angrily, his mouth was low, and as soon as his big hand was raised, a large mudra covering several zhang appeared out of thin air.

Seen from afar, it is like the palm of the Buddha, pushing straight up.

In a radius of dozens of feet, the energy is soaring, the earth is trembling, and the towering trees are dancing wildly.

It's like a hurricane coming, and the sky is dark.

"Good!"

Guo Fan's eyes shrank.

The same arm bent to close the fist, and then punch out.

Tantric Arhat Fist!

The punch came out, and the ninety points around the body frantically swallowed the vitality of heaven and earth, and the true qi of the dantian also gushed out.

Covered in golden light, they gathered.

It's all in the box.

"Boom ......"

The Void Tremors.

The huge fist and the palm shadow slowly collided.

The earth cracked silently, the hurricane stagnated slightly, and then shook wildly, and tornadoes poured out one after another.

At the heart of the collision, the violent roar was endless, and the dust in the sky made it difficult to see the true face.

Long.

Guo Fan Shi Ran's figure appeared on the mountain road again.

In the rear, the mountain collapsed, the gravel rolled down, and the ravines came into view, but the monks were missing.

A hundred steps up again.

Guo Fan stopped.

A hundred meters away, a fierce sword aura had already reached the tip of his eyebrows, making him have to stop.

"True Martial Seven Interception Formation!"

As far as the eye can see, there is another high platform ahead.

On the high platform, thirty-six Taoists stood in the wind, each carrying a long sword, looking at themselves.

The Taoist is good at cultivating his body, and he looks much younger than the previous monks.

But it can also be seen that there is no Taoist here who is less than fifty years old.

Wudang Neigong is different from other sects.

Pay attention to accumulation!

The younger generation of the Wudang faction before the age of twenty has almost no famous people, and it is only at the age of thirty that they can begin to show their edge.

At the age of forty, Wudang masters are already famous.

At the age of more than half a hundred, the masters of other sects have begun to decline, but Wudang is the only one who is exerting his strength here.

There are so many masters, no one can stop it!

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