I saw Zhen Buben rushing into the crowd, because the strength of the ancient style had exhausted the morale of the disciples in the Blood Sword Martial Arts Gym, and Zhen Buben's cultivation was slightly higher than most of the people in the Blood Sword Martial Arts Gym.

So at this time, he was like a chariot rushing towards a group of unarmed people, and people were constantly knocked down by Zhen Buben. Until he encountered the siege of a few martial artists who had reached the rank, Zhen Buben gradually lost his defeat during the wandering, and secretly complained bitterly......

Su Su saw that the ancient style was fine, but Zhen Buben fell into the vast sea of group battles, and hurried over to help, and Zhen Buben's pressure was greatly reduced. Although the injuries of the two had not healed, they were quite comfortable dealing with a few first-order martial artists.

Gu Feng rushed into the crowd unstoppably, shouting while fighting: "You are a rabble after all, no matter how many there are, they are just weak lambs!"

Hong Fanyou was so excited and excited that he couldn't help but clap his hands and say, "Come on, madman!"

Su Su glared at her and said, "You really only want to cheer?"

"So what else should I do?"

"Come over here and get rid of them sooner. Zhen Buben also shouted on the side.

Gu Feng defeated eleven people on his side, and it only took eleven forms. The effect caused by such a simple move is that the mustache asks himself if he is not an opponent. For the first time, a chill rose through his heart......

The rest of the Blood Sword Martial Arts Hall disciples looked at each other in shock, Gu Feng rushed forward just now and fell to the same door in an instant, and his own people also arrived on the steps in an instant, and they couldn't tell whether they were subconsciously dodging or running away.

But if you want to let yourself and the person in front of you fight alone, you will not be willing to die! The dozen or so senior brothers who had reached the rank on the other side of the courtyard could not attack a man and a woman for a long time, and everyone's eyes unconsciously fell on the leader Mustache.

The mustache's eyes were out of his sockets, and cold sweat soaked his back like a waterfall in an instant, and he began to shout into the house behind him, "Master! Master!

There was no movement in the house, and the mustache was completely desperate, who let him pick such a time! The mustache was bitter, just one ancient style was enough for them, not to mention that there was also Yan Junji who had never made a move!

It seems that this time the mustache is definitely going to die! After all, the other party is here to avenge Xiaoshun, how can he let himself go easily?

The mustache made a final struggle and sneered at Gu Feng: "Do you have to intervene in the matter of Yan Junji and my Blood Sword Martial Arts?"

Gu Feng's eyes looked at the sky, and Hong Fanyou said speechlessly: "Is the madman unable to remember the words......

Thinking about the fact that the people have also been beaten and the field has been kicked, Gu Feng feels that this beam has already been settled, and it is not bad to help Yan Junji take revenge by the way - their original purpose was to take revenge. Su Su is right, it is blood debt and blood repayment. So Gu Feng didn't bother to say anything, so he simply said: "That's it!"

The mustache didn't know if he was angry, and his face turned red and said, "Do you want to be domineering just because of your high cultivation?"

Gu Feng simply spread his hands and said: "You're right, what can you do to me?

Seeing that it would be fruitless to continue like this, the mustache hugged his fists and said, "Then I will teach Your Excellency the tricks!"

"Nonsense, it's long overdue!" Gu Feng rushed over again.

Hong Fanyou said with admiration on his face: "The madman is so domineering!"

Yan Junji smiled faintly and said, "This is his temperament." ”

In the center of the courtyard, the two of them fought together, and the mustache had a lesson from the past, knowing that Gu Feng Yuanli was strong and could not resist. In addition, his own cultivation is not weak, and at this time, he makes full use of the leaping and moving in the Blood Night Knife Technique to use the agility of his pace to "drag" the opponent's flaws out.

The people around were all scattered, and the hall owner was not there at this time, thinking that this would be a decisive showdown, but they didn't know that the other party still had Yan Junji pressing the formation, and the disciples of the older generation had all experienced Yan Junji's kicking of the hall ten years ago.

The mustache took out his weapon, a full moon scimitar, and said coldly: "Prepare to take it, I hope you won't let me down." ”

"Woo ......" The full moon scimitar let out a strange roar, and flew away towards the ancient wind, and the mustache had no scruples at this time, so he could go all out.

With a "dang" sound, the long knife in Gu Feng's hand slashed fiercely on the full moon scimitar, and sparks shot out in the air, but the scimitar was not shaken off, and swirled away at a strange angle, unloading a lot of Gu Feng's strength on the way.

As soon as the two separated, they were entangled again, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that Gu Feng was much inferior in moves, as if he only relied on brute force.

After all, Gu Feng's real strength is not as good as that of the mustache, and at this time, the two sides are in a calm mood, and Gu Feng does not have much advantage in his moves.

Gu Feng's mind was wide open at this moment, and he stepped forward like lightning, and the moment the mustache held the scimitar, he had already rushed to his eyes, and the long knife slashed down in the air with the force of slashing Huashan.

Two rays of light suddenly appeared in the air, one was a brilliant sword slashed by the ancient wind, and the other was a slightly blood-colored cold glow inspired by the full moon scimitar of the mustache.

After the huge energy contained in the two incomparable sword qi collided together, there was a cracking sound, and the space seemed to be about to shatter, and the large stone slabs in the courtyard were shattered one after another.

The murderous aura in the sky pushed the onlookers back three feet away. The mustache took five steps back in a row, shaking it a few times before stabilizing its figure.

At this time, the mustache was already convinced that the other party's cultivation was only above him, not below him, and his cultivation was probably already in the fifth-order realm, but the yuan force was not very pure, but it was a little better than the fourth-order Mahayana.

Around this, Gu Feng's long knife is also wielded violently, and it is definitely not something that the mustache can resist as a mid-fourth-order martial artist.

Gu Feng actually used Yuan Li to make up for the lack of moves, the more he hit, the more he felt his breath suffocating, and in the thirteenth round, he had no way to retreat, so he had to use all his strength to hit out, the knives intersected, and the mustache's body was knocked straight out again, knocking down three or four of the same door in a row, and several people couldn't get up for a while.

"It's one trick to beat others, but it's actually a dozen moves to beat you, you're so strong!" Gu Feng sighed seriously.

Hong Fanyou covered his face and said: "The madman has beaten his face, I will give full marks!"

The mustache lay on the ground and couldn't get up, but he finally blew up, he stood up and shouted like a flashback: "Brothers, if we don't fight hard, there is only one way to die, let's go together!" Although the rest of the people understood that he was mainly for self-preservation, but at the same time, there was really no way out, and a group of people pounced like crazy.

Gu Feng is no longer the boy who can only fight in Xingshan Town and has basically zero experience against the enemy. A group of desperate good hands crackled and slashed together, making Gu Feng a little hurried, and he no longer looked like a pretentious master. Rao is like this, there are still people who are taken out of the air by Gu Feng from time to time, and it seems that Gu Feng still wants to destroy each other alone.

Yan Jun was extremely calm and had been on guard, he wondered why the mustache hadn't been able to call out Zhang Wu just now.

Hongfan Youxuan began to chant the incantation, and magic began to fluctuate around her. Hong Fanyou's eyes stared at the field for a moment, and then as if she had made up her mind, the Xiaoice balls in front of her had condensed.

I saw her coldly wave her hand, and a ghost cry and wolf howl suddenly came out from the crowd in the melee. This Xiaoice ball magic belongs to low-level magic, although it can't kill people, but it is a bag smashed on the head. Moreover, Hong Fanyou's girl couldn't aim accurately, but the strength was enough, and two waves of Xiaoice ball magic were sent out, and several rolled down on the opposite side.

When Hong Fanyou's third wave of ice hockey magic was sent out, he finally injured Gu Feng by mistake, and he felt a sharp pain in his back, and a round ice hockey ball fell to his feet and spun around, Gu Feng scolded angrily: "Who still makes a secret weapon plot against Lao Tzu!"

When Su Su heard the prestige, he couldn't help crying and laughing: "Hong Xiaoba, don't you make a mess?"

Hong Fanyou also has seven cousins, ranking eighth in the family. So including Su Su, they occasionally call Hong Fanyou Hong Xiaoba.

Hong Fanyou scratched his head embarrassedly, and then interrupted the Xiaoice ball magic. Then she said something, but this time in a different tone than before.

Yan Jun smiled and said, "What kind of magic is this going to use?"

I saw that every time Hong Fanyou recited a magic phrase in his mouth, a small ice arrow attacked the disciples of the Blood Sword Martial Arts Hall. This kind of low-level magic also does not hurt people's lives but makes people unbearable, and the most important thing is that Hongfanyou uses this magic, and the quasi-head is much stronger than the Xiaoice ball magic.

There was no suspense in this battle, the owner of the Blood Sword Martial Arts Pavilion didn't seem to be there, and the disciples had no fighting spirit, so they fled into the house in all directions, only the mustache resisted desperately, and was seriously injured by Gu Feng and fell to the ground, occasionally convulsing twice.

Zhen Buben was injured by a second-order martial artist, and seeing the man running into the house, Zhen Buben, who was angry, chased after the "thigh" of Gu Feng.

The man who injured Zhen Buben ran in front of him, and Zhen Buben chased him while letting Gu Feng smash the weapon racks, small trees, and wooden lattice windows that blocked the road one by one. At present, in addition to the shouts of crying father and mother, the sound of ping-pong smashing in the courtyard is more than twice as lively as when they first came.

In the suite of the north house, an old man in a silk shirt and small round sunglasses sat still, he held a cigarette holder made of jade and leisurely spit out smoke rings, at this time a disciple crawled into the ground, and shouted with a crying voice: "Sixth master, sixth master! For the sake of your friendship with my master, you can go out and say something!"

"Hmph, with my friendship with your master?" the old man known as the sixth master stroked the dozen beards under his chin and said, "Don't say that my relationship with your master is average, even if it is good, I will not carry this thunder for you - I have a grudge against the Nine Dragons Soul Breaking Spear Yan Jun, and this time I even offended the Hong family, you are really a genius who is in trouble!"

The disciple said anxiously, "What will the boy surnamed 'Hu' do if he kills this house?"

The sixth master's eyes flashed and he asked, "Are you the one who killed the murderer?"

"No, I was only called to cheer temporarily, and it was the eighth senior brother and the nineteenth senior brother who killed the murderer. ”