Above the official road, a dark sword shadow broke through the sky!

Poof!

After two screams, the blades in the hands of the two spectators fell to the ground, and they died of anger. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Brush!

The shadow of the sword flashed, and the deadwood sword flew back into Xinghao's hand.

Xinghao waved the deadwood sword in his hand and looked around calmly.

At this time, on the official road, it can be said that corpses are all over the field, and nearly 100 visitors from the rivers and lakes have been killed and injured.

The remaining dozens of people have already woken up from the crazy state just now.

Looking at the indifferent look on the face of the white-clothed girl in front of them, as if she had descended into the world, and the strange sword shaped like a tree branch in her hand, everyone only felt cold in their hands and feet, as if they were in the middle of ice and snow.

Oooo

Two crunched sounds of metal intersecting.

A long sword and a round of silver moon flashed through the air.

Then, two figures staggered and flew down in the air, revealing a young man in a jade fan and a young man in a yellow shirt holding a long sword.

It is humility and Ling Ruoxiao.

Ling Ruoxiao's long sword pointed at humility, and said in a deep voice: "Tell your origin to avoid death." ”

Qian Qian snorted coldly and said: "The origin depends on you, and you are also worthy! Slowly, it is you, even your Yijian Pavilion Master Ye Wuyi is in person, I'm afraid you don't have the courage to talk to me like this!"

Ling Ruoxiao shouted angrily: "Presumptuous!"

After saying that, his body changed, and the light long sword in his hand was shocked.

Brush!

Dozens of sword blade phantoms immediately shook and shot towards Qianqian.

Seeing this, Qian Qian sneered, and fanned the heavenly machine in his hand.

Call!

A colossal force surged out of the Heavenly Machine Fan and swept towards the Sword Blade Phantom!

Rumble!

The two collided with each other with a loud bang, and between the dust splashes, the mud and sand exploded!

At the same time, a pop sounded!

Suddenly, several white feather arrows shot out from the top of Yanyue's iron bow.

As Yan Yue's body spun rapidly, these feathered arrows shot diagonally from multiple extremely tricky angles as if they had eyes, and shot at several young Confucian students in Confucian robes around them.

It was the eight Confucian-robed youths who were besieging Xiao Yin's Junmo Academy.

It's just that at this moment, several of the eight Confucian scholars had pale and bleak faces, blood dripping from the corners of their mouths, and they looked extremely embarrassed.

It was caused by Fang Cai's collision with a tangram kite and was seriously injured.

As soon as the chaotic arrow trick came out, Yan Yue temporarily forced the siege of these eight people to retreat.

Then, Yan Yue did not hesitate to pin the iron bow to her waist, and then pulled the silver spear behind her back and shook the spear flower!

Sudden Sudden Rush!

A large cluster of spear flowers bloomed like nearly a hundred pear blossoms, pointing straight at one of the Confucian scholars.

Seeing this, this Confucian suddenly felt a pang in his heart, and the bamboo slip in his hand was swinging, and he was about to stop.

Unexpectedly, this trick is a false move.

Yan Yue pumped her backhand back, pulled the silver spear back, and then suddenly changed her body shape and attacked another Confucian who was obviously seriously injured.

Burst!

This other Confucian couldn't dodge, and was directly pierced in the chest by a silver spear!

The Confucian student's eyes widened, and he didn't even have time to snort before he immediately lost his breath.

Bang!

Yan Yue kicked with one foot and kicked the Confucian corpse away!

"Senior Brother Yu!"

The other seven people shouted in unison, and then looked at Yan Yue as if they were crazy.

Seeing this, Yan Yue shouted coldly without fear: "I hate you rotten sour Ding the most in my life, you don't produce on weekdays, you don't need to work, but you chew words all day long, pointing at mulberry and scolding Huai, like insects and flies screaming, it's really hateful!"

After that, Yan Yue collected the cash gun and held the bow in his hand again. As soon as the body shape changed, he once again urged the chaotic arrow trick, and between the changes in the body shape, he shot out feather arrows.

Seeing this, the seven Confucian scholars did not dare to be careless, so they had to unfold the bamboo slips again and protect them in front of them.

In this way, Qian Qian suppressed Ling Ruoxiao with the Heavenly Machine Fan in his hand, making Ling Ruoxiao tired of coping and having no time to take care of anything else.

Yan Yue used his own strength, relying on a silver spear in his hand and a wonderful chaotic arrow technique to directly disrupt the scattered formation of the seven Confucian scholars, and then entangled everyone to death, making them useless.

As for Xinghao, it was one person and one sword, killing nearly half of the spectators in the rivers and lakes, and effortlessly directly intimidating all the remaining spectators, and everyone was afraid to step forward.

For a while, the situation on the field began to stalemate.

At this moment, a dark shadow suddenly crept up next to a pile of scattered dead bodies, and then looked around and found that no one noticed him.

The black shadow crawled secretly along the edge of the official road for a long time, and found that he seemed to be far away from the chaotic center of the fight, and suddenly couldn't help but sigh.

Immediately, the black shadow straightened up slightly, revealing an extremely obscene and ugly face.

It was a disciple of Yijian Pavilion, Xu Huan.

Xu Huan glanced back, and said with a hint of horror on his face: "Where did these crazy people come out, in order to save the surname Xiao, they simply don't want to die! Damn, if I hadn't run fast, the girl in white would have cut me in two with a sword." My God! The True Qi Realm can actually fly swordsmanship! Looking at the world, counting my Yijian Pavilion, I'm afraid I can't find a second such monster! I thought that Senior Brother was already a unique sword training wizard in the world, and compared to this girl, it was almost a few streets behind. ”

As he spoke, Xu Huan patted his heart with palpitations, then shook his head, turned around and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, at the moment when Xu Huan turned around, Xu Huan suddenly felt that his vision in front of him was dark.

A long black shadow suddenly appeared out of thin air, enveloping Xu Huan's entire person.

Xu Huan was shocked, and when he looked up, he saw a strange face with a distorted face that was as hideous and vicious as a demon.

On that terrifying strange face, a pair of cold eyes looked straight at him.

Xu Huan's pupils shrank suddenly, the muscles on his face twitched, an expression of horror appeared on his face, and his mouth shook violently.

"You...... You...... You...... Be...... Who"

A large bead of sweat rolled down Xu Huan's forehead, Xu Huan stood dumbfounded, stammered, and his legs began to tremble like playing a pipa, as if he had forgotten what he was best at running away.

A moment later, a heart-rending scream suddenly echoed across the night sky.

......

Oooo

The Heavenly Machine Fan in Qianqian's hand swung several times, easily blocking Ling Ruoxiao's attacking swords.

"Hmph! Yijian Pavilion swordsmanship, but that's it!"

Qian Qian looked at Ling Ruoxiao and said with a hint of sarcasm on his face.

Ling Ruoxiao was furious when he heard this, and was about to urge the sword qi again.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a crisp wind chime sounded from the depths of the night.

It's not loud, but it's unusually crisp to the ears.

Ding!

Another wind chime sounded softly.

This wind chime seemed to have some kind of magical power, and as soon as it entered everyone's ears, everyone moved in their hands, and there was a trace of surprise and shock in their eyes.

Everyone, including Xinghao, involuntarily stopped the movement of their hands and looked at the source of the sound in unison.

Jingle ......

Jingle ......

Jingle ......

The ringing is not in a hurry, from far to near, and gradually becomes clearer.

Everyone stared at the source of the voice, and felt that the depths of the endless dark night were like an invisible monstrous net, opening wide open towards everyone.