Ximen Xuan led people to rush towards the "Flying Eagle Sect". Halfway through, you have to cross a forest. The morning fog in the forest is misty, and the cold birds chirp.

Ximen Xuan led people into the forest, and suddenly heard the sound of bowstrings in four directions, and dozens of flying arrows shot from all directions. Moreover, two or three small balls were tied to each arrow shaft, and the arrows flew towards the masters of the Mutian Sect who were fighting horses with a sharp sound that pierced the air.

The group of people led by Ximen Xuan were all elite forces in the Northern Mansion, and they did not appear to be flustered in the face of a sudden attack. Many people were the first to raise their voices and shout that there was an ambush.

Then some drew their swords and drew their swords, some even burrowed under the belly of the horses to dodge, and many of them had swept up from their horses, and their figures were in the air to dodge the arrows that came from them.

So some of these arrows were shot at horses, some at people, and some were sent flying by weapons. But no matter where it was shot, the small balls tied to the arrow burst out one after another.

The iron ball in the ball flew in all directions.

This is the usual technique used by Xiao Lianqin and her subordinates.

In an instant, many people in the Beifu team were shot by these iron bead blades, and the screams were endless. There was a master who had more than 20 pieces nailed to his face, and his whole face was bloody and terrifying. He covered his face and let out a terrible scream, and fell from his horse......

People neighed on their horses, and at least 20 people fell off their horses.

Now the team is in chaos.

Immediately afterward, another rain of arrows flew in. Then it exploded one after another among the masters of Beifu, so there were many casualties among the masters of Beifu.

The people of Beifu are even more confused.

As the second batch of arrows fell, a number of black-clothed men flashed in the surrounding mist.

They were all dressed in black, covered with black cloth, and carrying long knives.

These black-clothed people let out one whistling sound after another, and I don't know how many people, they pounced on them from all sides and attacked the masters of Beifu.

The masters of Beifu who were injured by the sneak attack were also very angry at the moment. This is their territory, only a few miles away from Beifu, and there are other branches around, and the enemy has boldly set up an ambush. It's just too arrogant.

So some of the masters of Beifu beat their horses and rushed to the man in black, and some swept down and waved their weapons to fight back. Soon, the two sides fought each other in one place.

Suddenly, the sound of killing was everywhere, iron and blood burst out, and the scene became more and more chaotic.

At the same time, a figure flew down from a tall tree above Ximen Xuan. This figure was as light as a feather, but it was as fast as rain. The sword in his hand trembled like a spiritual snake, and the cold light shrouded like a wave above Ximen Xuan's head.

As soon as Ximen Xuan knocked out the two arrows that were shot at him, he suddenly felt the sword qi above his head plummet, Ximen Xuan was startled, and the heavy sword in his hand swung towards the top of his head. The wrist of the sword turned sharply, and the heavy sword turned out of the sword circle like a ring to protect the top of the head.

The figure of the man remained the same, and the speed did not decrease, but the trembling sword instantly became straight and stiff with a shake, and at the same time, the sword move also changed, from stabbing to slashing, and a sword slashed vigorously on the sword circle above Ximen Xuan's head.

This sword seems to be dexterous, but its strength is far greater than Ximen Xuan's surprise.

The strength was like a river pouring down from the sky, and the heavy sword of Ximen Xuan, who was shocked, "buzzed", and his arm was also numb from the shock. The bones on his body were shocked and made an alarming sound.

And Ximen Xuan's crotch Ma Cheng also suffered a huge amount of force, and the two front hooves were broken with a "click", and then let out a painful neighing and threw themselves to the ground.

Ximen Xuan also looked up in shock, so he saw the man's face.

It was an emaciated, expressionless face, with a gray beard.

His eyes were cold and full of resentment.

It's Su Qinghou!

No wonder this sword is so terrifying, it turned out to be Su Houye's sword.

Su Qinghou's sword can be said to contain an indescribable grudge against Ximen Xuan. It seems that he wants to split out Ximen Xuan's soul with a sword.

Ximen Xuan knew why Su Qinghou hated him.

Because he chopped off Liu Yanliang's hand.

He knew that the relationship between Su Qinghou and Liu Yanliang must be extraordinary.

Su Qinghou is here to avenge Liu Yanliang.

Ximen Xuan let out a roar in shock, and the heavy sword grazed Su Qinghou's sword body and slashed towards the other party. At the same time, the horse on his crotch continued to pounce on the ground.

At this time, several Beifu masters next to Ximen Xuan reacted quickly, and they flew up one after another.

Swords, sticks and guns, several weapons directly attacked Su Qinghou.

Su Qinghou could only deal with these people first, and finally gave Ximen Xuan a chance to breathe.

At this time, he threw his mount on the crotch and fell to the ground with a "boom".

At the moment when the horse touched the ground, Ximen Xuan's figure also swept up from the horse.

Su Qinghou in the air faced several masters in Beifu to attack. During his journey like flowing clouds, where the fairy sword shadow flickered, two masters hit the sword one after another. One had his throat slit, and the other had his forehead pierced, both of which were deadly swords. Because Su Qinghou was very angry in his heart. The angry Su Qinghou showed no mercy.

Wherever the sword goes, there will be souls.

The two men spurted blood from their wounds and fell to the ground.

Another spearman took the opportunity to stab Su Qinghou with a single shot. Su Qinghou's body instantly turned to face him, and then the spirit immortal sword in his hand suddenly shot out, as fast as lightning, several times faster than his gun, and then the sword pierced through the enemy's chest.

At the same time, Su Qinghou's figure was also inconceivably transferred behind the man, and then reached out to manipulate the immortal sword that passed through the enemy's chest in his hand.

It just so happened that Ximen Xuan also swept up from the falling horse.

Su Qinghou's time calculation is really accurate.

Then Su Qinghou's body and sword were united, and he flew in a straight line towards Ximen Xuan.

The tip of the sword continued to tremble, and the sword light flashed out in a few points, shining like fireflies in the forest mist.

Ximen Xuan roared sharply and slashed out two swords in succession. The two swords were powerful and heavy, and the sword light flew towards Su Qinghou one after the other. In the face of the two white sword lights, Su Qinghou did not dodge or dodge, his posture remained unchanged and his speed did not decrease, and the sword in his hand changed his move in vain, and the two sharp sword lights were instantly pulled out to the left and right, and then Su Qinghou and the sword flew through the two sword lights, and the sword in his hand still stabbed towards Ximen Xuan.

Ximen Xuan was shocked.

Su Qinghou's sword is simply a sword of genius.

Ximen Xuan's body flew upside down, and Su Qinghou's people and swords kept approaching.

Su Qinghou's eyes were as sharp and cold as his sword at this moment.

Ximen Xuan flew upside down and stuck his body against a tree, and in an instant, Ximen Xuan's heel was on the tree a little and his body rotated in the air and fell down the tree.

Su Qinghou and the sword also arrived, and a sword pierced the tree. At the same time, Su Qinghou let out a roar, and the true qi poured into the sword body, and the tree cracked in the middle with a "pop" sound.

The sword flew past the left side of Ximen Xuan's face hidden behind the tree, wiping a bloody mark on Ximen Xuan's left cheek. Ximen Xuan was so shocked that his hair stood up.

Only now did he know how terrible Su Qinghou was when he was angry.

Ximen Xuan's body hurriedly fell to the ground.

Seeing that Ximen Xuan was being pressed by Su Qinghou, many masters of Beifu took advantage of Su Qinghou's sword into the trunk of the tree, and they all pounced and then swept up, and the weapons in their hands flashed with different lights, attacking Su Qinghou from different directions.

Su Qinghou's toes tapped on the broken tree trunk, and his body and sword instantly retreated, and then his body shuttled and flashed among the attackers. The sword light kept shooting at those people.

Screams and blood rained down in the air.

Then Su Qinghou's body also fell quickly to the ground.

Su Qinghou fell to the ground, and seven or eight corpses in the air also fell to him one after another.

Like a rain of corpses.