There were still crimson fireworks in the clouds of the night sky, and although the light of the high-altitude fires was faint, it illuminated the entire mountain like blood, and it was gloomy and scarlet.

When I rushed up, I was just in time for the clansmen led by Abigail to rush down from the high platform, and they were already connected with He Erniang and more than 100 other Changshengtang disciples. The Miluo clan is very chaotic here, except for Abigail, the elders of the clan and a few guards who still have weapons in their hands, although the remaining group of clansmen who swarm is also quite numerous, but there is almost nothing in their hands except for wooden sticks and stones, there are no decent weapons at all, and a few clansmen even hold a thick wooden stake to resist He Erniang and others. A group of them shouted angrily, trying to stop He Erniang and a group of people, but it was useless to rely on these alone.

There was a mess around, the cries of killing mixed with the cries, and everywhere there were Miluo tribesmen who had fled to the back mountains.

The Immortal Hall is still a demon sect after all.

At this time, there were already hundreds of corpses lying on the ground, and the blood and water were flowing down the mountain with the rain. These people were still alive just now, and in the blink of an eye, they were all over the mountain. Changshengtang's behavior of treating people like mustard really made me angry, He Erniang said that he would kill him, and he was even talking and laughing. I can't help but think about it, Abigail and the others have already fought with He Erniang and a group of people. For a while, the two sides were scuffling together, the drizzle was shaking, the flesh was flying, and the scene was almost a mess.

Nagu and I were originally standing at the back of the ancestor worship procession, and a group of them were fighting together, but not far in front of me. I had just taken a few steps when I saw a disciple of the Immortal Hall slash into the right shoulder of a Miro man, who screamed miserably, but grabbed the blade of the knife on his shoulder with his other hand. I gritted my teeth, raised my broadsword, and rushed towards the Immortal Cousin.

His big knife was still slashed at the man's shoulder, and the blade was half embedded in the man's shoulder, and the man's arm had not yet fallen, but half of the blood had flowed, and only a little skin was left.

When this man saw me rushing towards me, he turned his head slightly to my side. He wore a big robe and hat on his head, and he couldn't see what he looked like, and his whole body was so energetic that even the rain couldn't get close to him. He slashed the blade of the sword, and the man's right arm was immediately knocked off by him, and with a flick of the big knife, the severed arm suddenly flew towards me very quickly.

Now I'm not a foot away from him, and he's pretty good at his kung fu, and if I swing my knife to break my broken arm, I'm bound to be stabbed by him. I was still rushing, I suddenly lowered my body, and my right hand was gently supported on the ground, and the person turned over, and the broken arm "whoosh" was passing over my head. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that after the broken arm, the man was indeed swinging a knife in my direction.

The severed arm flew over my head, a few drops of blood spilled on my face, and it was still a little hot, and the Miro man was already on the ground, screaming. I rushed to his feet when I dodged the severed arm, and before I could jump up from the ground, I flipped my left hand and slashed at the man's waist and abdomen.

The strength of my left arm is not as strong as my right arm, but I have raised my internal strength, and although the internal qi surrounds my body, although I am not protected from the rain like him, the power of my sword cannot be underestimated. The man was slow, probably he didn't expect me to react like this, or maybe he thought I was just a reckless savage, and the big knife he raised had not yet fallen, and half of my broadsword was already on the side of his lower abdomen.

The man dodged to the side, trying to dodge my slash. But with the help of my right arm on the ground, the speed of the body was a little faster than when I was running, and almost as soon as he dodged, half of my knife head had already slashed through his lower abdomen, and with a "snort", his robe cracked in response, and I cut a wound in his lower abdomen.

If he hadn't dodged, I'd have split half of his waist with this sword. The man jumped aside and stood still, probably because of the hurry, the big robe and hat on his head also fell off, and his left hand stroked his waist, looking stunned.

There was a lot of fire around, and I could already see his appearance clearly, but he was a white-faced man in his thirties, with an ordinary appearance and extremely bright eyes. He reached out and touched the scar on his waist, and without looking at it, he glared at me and slashed at my face. As soon as the blade fell, a three-foot sword qi rushed out from the tip of his knife like a long rainbow.

I secretly marveled. At this time, I was still on the ground, and he ate me when he was unprepared, but his reaction was not bad, and the knife was as fast as lightning, and when his head slashed at me, it caused rain to splash, and I only felt a cool air on the top of my head. If I stand up now, I'm afraid I'm going to eat him in the head.

In terms of knife skills, among the people I have seen, Han Xiao and the other eighteen knife brothers have the most exquisite sword skills, and they may not be able to see anything when they are separated, once they form a knife formation, the power can be multiplied several times, and even characters like Cheng Fuhai dare not despise them. Although the sword skills of the person in front of me are not very subtle, I have fought with their disciples of the Immortal Hall in the Death Swamp, and I know that their sword skills are very sharp and crisp, and the domineering in this person's sword qi is even comparable to Han Xiao. This is just one of the hundred or so Changshengtang disciples brought by He Erniang, and the martial arts of the others will definitely not be bad.

At this time, the sword qi was already hanging above my head, and the arrow was ready to be sent, and I couldn't help but think about it. As soon as I gritted my teeth, the man was still on the ground, my left hand was already straight up, and my right hand was once again on the ground.

This kind of sharp sword technique is purely to control the enemy by force, which is very different from the flexibility and changeability of the sword technique, and if you want to break through his sword qi, you need a more powerful sword qi. I think my internal strength is not as good as his, but I have practiced swords for many years, and I also know the truth of dodging with strength, once my half-cut broadsword meets his sword energy, coupled with the strength of my right arm diagonal support, it is not difficult to turn over and dodge this knife, and even I can take this opportunity to bully himself to his feet to make up for his knife.

Thinking so, I didn't know that my right hand had just been propped up on the ground this time, and there was a muffled sound on the ground, and my body suddenly ejected from the ground like an arrow from the string, and it was passing by his sword qi, and the whole person was above his head at once.

That's because I didn't control the strength of my right arm. I had a surprise, I've been getting used to the physical incoordination of my right arm these days, the last time I was able to move as freely as before when I fought the python ghost boy in the Black Forest, I just knew how much my body had adapted, but now it seems that I still know very little about my right arm. The internal qi runs through the whole body, and the strength of the right arm seems to be much greater than before.

The sword qi exploded behind him, cutting through the muddy water on the ground. This person's face changed again, he looked up at me, his body lowered slightly, his left hand turned twice around his waist, and his palm was already full of internal qi, and he was about to slap me out.

At this time, my man began to fall, and although my body was in mid-air, there was nowhere to hide, but now it was only two feet away from the top of his head, and it was a good time to strike. With a flash in my mind, I turned the broadsword in my left hand into a sword, sent it down, and stabbed him in the face.

Although the broadsword is only halfway, the strength of the blade is still very strong when I add the weight of my fall. He probably didn't expect me to be able to make a move in this situation, and his left palm was slowing down again, and his left palm was about to slap my chest, but now he flicked his wrist and slapped my backhand at the blade.

In an instant, the palm of the knife met each other, almost at the same time, only to hear a "poof" sound, his palm was slapping on the side of my knife head, I only felt a strong force between my left hand, followed by a heavy knife blade, as if poking his arm. With this force, I twisted around in a low altitude and landed on the ground.

Did you stab him?

As soon as I landed, I had not yet stood firm, but at this moment, a cold air came from my left side, with a slight shrill whistling.

It was the sound of a big knife breaking through the air. My heart sank, my body reacted faster than my brain thought, reversed the handle of the broad knife in my hand, and hurriedly blocked it to the side of my body, only hearing the sound of "dangdang" in my ears. His internal strength was deeper than mine, and I could only block and retreat, although I fell to the ground for only a short moment, but in this moment, he actually swung a full twenty swords, and I wanted to fight him a few times, but his big knife attack was as sharp as a shower, and it was pervasive, forcing me to retreat seven or eight steps in a row.

As soon as I stepped back, I saw him suddenly stand still, and the great sword raised above his head seemed to be about to charge up a blow. I didn't know what to do, so I took another step back, the broadsword on my chest, ready to take it. I didn't know, I pulled up my posture, but he stood still and didn't move, staring at me with straight eyes, his face full of disbelief.

Is it luck?

I was just thinking about it, and with a "bang", a column of blood suddenly erupted from his neck.

It turned out that the knife I just came down from above didn't stab him in the arm, but cut the blood vessels between his neck!

My broadsword was cut in half, and although the head was uneven and hardly sharp, the blade was still quite sharp. In a pinch, he swung his palm and deflected my blade, only to be slashed by my neck.

His blood splattered and fell a few feet in front of him, and he reached out to cover his neck, trying to stop the bleeding, but where could he stop it?

This is also due to his underestimation of the enemy. Although he was dead, his eyes were round, and he was still looking straight at me, and he probably thought I was a native of the Western Regions.

What a fluke. I'm glad for a while, whether it's internal force or knife skills, I'm too different from him, if he and I are serious one-on-one, it's really hard to say whether it's the outcome or defeat.

As soon as I thought of this, a strong wind rushed from behind.

At this time, I was already standing firm, and the strong wind was close to the back of my neck, and I didn't think about turning to the side, and the half of the broadsword in my hand had been turned to my back, and with a "dang" sound, it was colliding with a big knife. But this time I was not so lucky, as soon as the broadsword collided with the broadsword, a crisp sound came, and half of the broadsword's blade had been cut in half. My broadsword had been broken once, less than a foot and a half long, and it had been cut off less than a foot now, leaving only a small piece of the blade still attached to the hilt.