The mere sight of a corpse is enough for an average person to frighten him, let alone calm down and kill people in such a bloody scene. This requires him to have a very strong heart, so strong that this little blood alone cannot shake his calm state of mind.

"This place is too small, how about we change places to play?" Half Sword stared at Boss Lei with two eyes and whispered.

"Do you want to play the Tiger Leaving the Mountain?" said Boss Lei without slashing, with the spiritual power flowing in the young man's body, he was obviously just a cultivator of the marrow washing realm, what role could it play in the marrow washing realm?

Boss Lei suddenly jumped back and took a step back, opening up some distance from the half-sword, and the scabbard held by the half-sword was still flashing with crystal light, which was the sword qi he had condensed.

Fourth-order cultivators can manipulate the spiritual power out of the body, turning it into an extremely terrifying air flow, that is, sword qi, which is another form of heaven and earth spiritual qi.

A powerful sword qi grandmaster can even use his bare hands to kill a few sword qi alone. The reason why spiritual power can be condensed into sword qi is that the cultivator needs to have a special communication with the sword, so that he has a deeper understanding of the sword. Otherwise, even if the spiritual power is out of the body, it is just a mess of sand and stones, and it will not become a climate.

The sword intent is a kind of artistic conception, which also requires a deep understanding of the sword and the aura of heaven and earth. In other words, the sword qi is the embodiment of the aura of heaven and earth, and the sword intent is the image of the aura of heaven and earth. Therefore, above the fourth-order Divine Realm, it is the Mind Movement Realm. The intention moves the true spirit, and the sword intent is awe-inspiring.

At first glance, it seems that there should be more sword qi cultivators than sword intent cultivators, but in fact, it is not. Although the sword qi is condensed one step ahead of the sword intent, it is far more difficult than the sword intent to raise it to a certain level.

And there are even fewer sword qi masters like Wei Qijian. To be called a grandmaster in a field must be an extremely strong strength and a reputation that shocks the rivers and lakes. This is also why Wei Qijian was able to cultivate sword qi in Xu Changfeng's body, and with this sword qi alone, he could kill a fourth-order cultivator. Everything has a price, whether it is for Xu Changfeng or Wei Qijian, it will cause a lot of damage.

Wei Qijian's own strength was strong, and this damage had little impact on him. And Xu Changfeng has a wick protector for ten years, and this injury has little impact on him. Otherwise, for an ordinary person who has not washed the marrow, how could such a fragile body withstand the injection of sword qi?

Banjian turned his head slightly, and said to Xu Changfeng: "You go to save people, this guy will be handed over to me to solve, remember the conditions we said." ”

Xu Changfeng nodded, pulled out the lone shadow short sword from the man in the cloth, and walked quickly towards the position of the women.

The master's moves are deadly, and you need to maintain a high level of vigilance all the time. If you are attacked from behind by others at this time, even if you succeed in counterkilling, you will be taken advantage of by the master in front of you, resulting in fatal damage.

So what Xu Changfeng had to do was to help Banjian attract attention and not let others approach. After all, if he wants to manipulate the sword qi, it is very difficult in itself, and if he divides another mind to protect his own safety, although it is not impossible, it will put him at a disadvantage.

Boss Lei raised his head, looked at the hole on the roof that was covered by a straw mat, and immediately jumped forward, broke through the straw mat with a sword, and leaped onto the roof. At the same time, the half-sword also flashed, and in the blink of an eye, it came to the roof. The heavy rain fell down the cracked hole into the mountain temple.

Xu Changfeng saw Wei Xueying who collapsed to the ground at a glance, she drank some sweat medicine, her complexion was not very good, and she looked drowsy, which made Xu Changfeng very worried in her heart.

At this time, there were three men in scorpion standing beside her, their swords reflecting the candles on the table. They all looked tense and put on a posture to meet the young man who rushed up.

"Drink!"

When the boy and the three of them were still two steps away, the three men in the robes rushed forward at the same time, and three sharp swords stabbed at three different places on the boy's body.

There was a shivering aura on the lone shadow short sword, and the three of them clearly felt a strange chill rushing towards them. This chill obviously didn't come from this rain, but from the sword in the young man's hand!

His sword is cold......

The cold light flickered, and the sword was divided into yin and yang. Just as a crisp collision sound was heard, a man in a lily coat had already fallen to the ground.

Xu Changfeng's steps were very strange, and the dark green short sword in his hand was like this autumn rain, and he couldn't find its pattern.

This is the Cold Rain Sword Sutra.

The Rakshasa maniac back then relied on this swordsmanship to defeat dozens of famous masters on the rivers and lakes. If it weren't for this reason, how could he have been reduced to being hunted down by those decent people?

Superior swordsmanship is not boasted.

A high-quality sword is not forged by a famous teacher.

In this river and lake, only blood and human life are the truest answers.

Xu Changfeng calmly watched the two men in the lily clothes fall to the ground, their right hands tightly held the hilt of their swords, and until the moment before they died, they never gave up hope of living.

The sword is hope.

Xu Changfeng exhaled a long breath, turned around and came to Wei Xueying's side, and gently helped her up, "Are you okay?"

Wei Xueying shook her head and wanted to say something, but she was so weak that she couldn't make a sound. Xu Changfeng took down the small purple sword on his back and handed it to Wei Xueying's arms.

Wei Xueying stroked the hilt of the sword with both hands, and a complicated look flashed in her eyes.

Her face suddenly showed a frightened look, and her small mouth opened slightly, as if she was desperately trying to shout something, "Be careful......

Xu Changfeng felt that something was wrong in his back, and hurriedly turned around to see that a deadly sword of death was slashing towards his head, and life and death were only between breaths.

Taking advantage of his words, the man in the cloth quietly walked behind him, and quickly stepped forward and slashed down with a sword.

"Bang dang!"

Xu Changfeng didn't have time to use his spiritual power, his body fell to the side, and at the same time, he lifted the Lone Shadow Short Sword in his hand upward, and the moment he fell to the ground, the death sword was also bounced away. It was just that on his left arm, a deep wound was left.

The power of cultivators is far more powerful than that of ordinary people. But Xu Changfeng is only in the late stage of the marrow washing realm, although he can easily pick the sword away, but it is impossible to avoid this sword no matter what.

Don't look at this man in a cloak who is just an ordinary person, but he is also a master of the sword, and there are not a few people who die under his sword.

When the Lone Shadow Short Sword slashed his throat and took away his right to live, Xu Changfeng deeply understood a truth: never let your back be exposed to danger, unless there is a reliable person behind you to guard.

Xu Changfeng endured the pain from his left arm, tore off a strip of cloth from his clothes, and bandaged the wound tightly. If he has a third-order cultivation, he can seal the acupuncture points through the spiritual power he has realized, so as to stop the blood flowing out. He took a deep breath, his palm never retracted, and the enemy was not yet dead, and he could not let go.

Xu Changfeng slowly stood up, stood in front of Wei Xueying, and stared around.

In the mountain temple, only the man in Sanming was left, and the black-clothed Lei Laosan.

Xu Changfeng moved, sprinted to the side of the man in the cloth who was scattered and stood as fast as possible, swung his sword, killed, sprinted, swung his sword again, and killed again!

This action was completed very smoothly, and the three swords were struck, and three lives were lost. It's a big drain for him, especially since he's already injured......

Lei Laosan looked at Xu Changfeng with a smile on his face, and slowly pulled the black sword out of the scabbard, "Very good, now there are only two of us left......

"Human life has never been a valuable thing. Lei Laosan continued, "These dozen or so corpses in the mountain temple will turn into dung sooner or later, and they will die because they are too weak. I hope you won't be as weak as they ......"

The position where Xu Changfeng was standing happened to be under the hole that had been broken, and the rain was sprinkled on his body, his face was covered with splashes, and the rain fell along his hair one by one.

He said calmly, "Draw your sword!"

"As you wish......"

Lei Lao Er said, the black sword was completely unsheathed, and it suddenly rose like thunder. Xu Changfeng's ears seemed to echo with a majestic thunder, and with the lightning-like sword light lit up, the black sword flew straight in front of him like a long snake.