In the yellow sand, the sword-wielding young man resisted the fierce attacks of the five ghosts with a solemn face, and his figure was like a ghost, fluttering left and right.

The long sword in his hand was brought to life by the tiger he danced, as if it were a living creature.

An impenetrable sword shadow appeared around him.

Therefore, the five ghosts such as Cixin did not dare to slack off at all, and launched fierce attacks on him from five directions, front, back, left, and right.

In front of the old cixin put the long fan in his hand to snatch, the whole body rubbed the beach, rolled up the yellow sand, straight and sideways, only for a moment, the long fan in his hand and the sword shadow of the young man, intimate contact together, the two collided, only out of a "ding" sound, but the old cixin felt that the long fan in his hand seemed to have touched a heavy iron wall, and it was difficult to enter an inch, and at the same time, the heavy sword shadows around him were directly shrouded in him.

Therefore, he was shocked, and hurriedly turned over and retreated, and after dodging a wave of sword shadows, he bullied himself again and fought with the sword-wielding boy.

The double hammer in the back of the old nostalgia hand was also made by him extremely skillful, the huge double hammer in his hand as if there was nothing, the relaxed appearance was like a child playing with the toys in his hand, without any discomfort to his short stature, the double hammer in his hand continued to hit the sword shadow around the sword-wielding young man, the two collided, making a heavy beating sound.

"Dangdang......"

The old Xiao Meng and the old Xiangyi on the left and right sides were not idle, so Xiao Meng's whole person was suspended in mid-air, and the Hongling in her hand seemed to have become a divine weapon at this time, constantly colliding with the sword shadow of the sword-wielding boy, not only did not damage at all, but made a tight "sonorous" sound.

Therefore, Xiangyi relied on extraordinary light skills, constantly flickering and swimming, his strong body continued to turn into a series of afterimages, and the huge ruler in his hand would hit the sword shadow of the sword-wielding boy from time to time, or straight stab, or horizontal slash, or vertical slash, or upward teasing. Because his speed was too fast, he could only see the heavy ruler shadow and the dense sword shadow constantly rubbing.

Therefore, Chang Xiao rose into the air, passing over the head of the sword-wielding boy, like a goshawk foraging for food, looking down at the battle below, swinging out sword lights from time to time, constantly exerting pressure on the sword-wielding boy.

However, he didn't give his all like everyone else, because he was waiting for an opportunity, he was born as a killer, so no matter what situation he was in, he could always keep himself absolutely awake at the first time.

This is a necessary quality of a killer, and every qualified killer can always give his target the most fatal blow at the most appropriate time.

The sword-wielding young man had a solemn face, and the long sword in his hand was still colliding with the folding fan on the novice one second, and the next second it rubbed with the double hammer on the nostalgic hand to create bursts of sparks, and then the next second it was intertwined with the red ling in the hand of the old Xiao Meng, and the next second it was competing with the giant ruler in the hand of the old Xiangyi.

Despite this, he was always able to pull out and distract himself to counteract the sword light that Chang Xiao swung from time to time.

In this way, for a while, the sword light roared, the sword qi was horizontal, and no one on either side could help anyone, and the fight was inseparable.

The whole scene is spectacular and abnormal, the sword aura is vertical and horizontal, and the afterimages are flying, which is difficult to eliminate for a long time.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides have exchanged more than 70 moves.

Suddenly, the sword-wielding boy let out a long roar, his footsteps stomped suddenly, and the whole person rushed forward like a rabbit, and at the same time, the long sword in his hand swung violently, and an arc-shaped sword qi rushed out from in front of him, and the sword qi slowly amplified in the air, and finally turned into more than ten zhang in size, directly towards the old resignation, nostalgia, and old auspicious clothes shrouded away, the air where the sword qi passed was directly cut, forming a huge black crack, the moment the sword qi came into contact with the air, there was a burst of "suddenly" air bursting sound in the air.

"Good chance!"

Therefore Changxiao and Gu Xiaomeng lost their minds slightly, and their faces showed joy, is this a death struggle for the sword-wielding boy?

How could the sword-wielding boy not know what was at stake? Although it was a little dangerous to do so, he couldn't help it, because he had more important things to do, and he didn't want to and couldn't waste too much time here.

Therefore, in order to be able to solve the problem quickly, he had to risk his life and take this desperate way.

Therefore, Chang Xiao's eyes narrowed, a dangerous light flashed in his eyes, and the long sword in his hand was raised above his head with both hands, and the whole person carried the momentum of thunder, at a forty-five degree angle to the ground, like a tornado, he rotated his body and swooped down, and the long sword in his hand stabbed straight at the back of the sword-wielding young man.

Therefore, Xiao Meng was also stunned, and the whole person rushed towards the sword-wielding boy like lightning, and the Hongling in her hand was directly used by her as a long sword, directly taking the sword-wielding boy's heart.

And compared to the surprise of the two of them, the three of them were also shocked, the huge arc sword qi hit head-on, and the three of them bore the brunt of the terrifying power in the sword qi, and at that moment, the three of them trembled, and a fear of death directly enveloped their bodies.

The three of them didn't dare to underestimate anything, their faces became more solemn than ever, and they were ready to use all their strength to counteract the sword qi swung by the sword-wielding boy.

After all, who can take the threat of death lightly?

However, the moment they really came into contact with that sword qi, the three of them realized that they were wrong, and they were very wrong.

Because the moment they came into contact with the sword qi, they felt as if their chests had been smashed by a sledgehammer, and for a while, they couldn't even breathe, and then the bodies of the three of them flew out directly upside down like kites with broken strings, and a long blood arrow spurted out of their mouths, and there was a feeling of dizziness in their minds.

"Bang! bang!"

The bodies of the three came into direct contact with the soft sand.

"Tear up!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

With three shrill sounds, everything finally settled, the yellow sand in the sky gradually dispersed, the sultry sun cowered and poked its head out, and the warm sun sprinkled on them.

I saw a trace of blood spilling from the corner of the sword-wielding young man's mouth, a long sword passed through his left shoulder blade, the tip of the sword stretched out directly from his back, and the blood said that his wound flowed out, staining his chest and back clothes red, and the hilt of the long sword was in Gu Changxiao's hand.

The long sword in the sword-wielding young man's hand pierced into the ribs of Gu Changxiao's right chest by about ten centimeters, because at this moment his right hand holding the sword was slightly bent, and his left hand was tightly grasping Gu Xiaomeng's fist.

Therefore, the red ling in Xiao Meng's hand slowly and weakly fell on the beach, and there were only about ten centimeters left in her hand.

She was the only one among the few who was not injured, only the broken Hongling, but at this time she was frowning and looking at the sword-wielding boy with a complicated expression.

Therefore, Changxiao glanced down at the long sword on his chest, then raised his head to look at the sword-wielding young man opposite, and asked with a complicated expression, "Why?"

Although there was also a hint of red on his chest that slipped on the sword-wielding boy's long sword, his situation was much better than that of the sword-wielding boy.

Therefore, the three of them also staggered up from the beach, raised their hands to wipe the blood from the corners of their mouths, and looked at the sword-wielding boy with a complicated face.