Peng Yidao held a knife to fight the black-armored swordsman, before handing it over, the sword was only one or two moves, and immediately two people came to help, it was Zhuo Wushuang, a channel man of the Wudang faction, and a great monk of Shaolin Temple who urged the King Kong palm.

And alongside.

Everyone else also handed it over.

A large group of top masters of the righteous path tacitly found the people of the Ancestor Sect nearby, and they didn't care whether they bullied the more or less, so they silently killed each other.

The scuffle begins.

Several Ancestor Sect masters each have to deal with at least two or three Righteous Path masters, but even so, there is still a group of Righteous Path masters or eyeing each other, or directly to clean up the ordinary sect members behind them, the difference between quantity and quality is too great, the Ancestor Sect members suffered heavy losses again, among those few masters who came to help, there was also one person who was defeated in an instant, leaving a miserable cry, and the remaining Mu Tiantang and the three people also had scars on their bodies, the severity was different, they could only grit their teeth and persist, and fight and retreat, the best situation was the Miao girl, although she was the worst among several people, but after all, as a female streamer, she was ignored by others intentionally or unintentionally, Only a middle-aged Taoist priest of the Quanzhen Sect and Gao Songyang, the deputy head of Songshan, were besieging, although they were staggered and had the upper hand, they were not injured for a while, but unfortunately it was not beneficial to the overall situation.

And when the melee lasted for a few minutes, a large number of figures on the mountain were already rushing closer, and the help came again.

"Hmph. ”

A light humming explosion, the mountains and forests were agitated, the leaves were dusty, and those who lacked skill suddenly surged with qi and blood, and the true qi was slightly stagnant, and with the sound falling with the wind, a black shadow woman floated in, and arrived first.

The figure is swimming, swift as a ghost phantom, passing over some of the righteous masters who are rushing ahead, and straight into the three people who are shortlisted to attack the black armor iron mask, these three people, one is the second leader of the Peng family in Humen, the other is the leader of the prime generation of the Wudang faction, and the last person is the great monk of Shaolin Temple, in addition to Peng Yidao is a master of the super-first-class real realm, the other two are also among the characters in the pseudo-realm, and the strength is not trivial, as a result, the woman in white took a photo, Zhuo Yihang and the big monk were difficult to parry, spit blood and flew out, and it was difficult to stand up again。

He gasped, raised his hand tremblingly and looked at the knife, there was actually a crack on it, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Ha, this girl is strong enough." ”

Woe comes from the mouth.

As soon as his words fell, the black-clothed woman who had turned to Mu Tiantang on the side to relieve the siege snorted softly, turned back and slapped it with one palm.

The figure flew rampantly with the strength of the palm, and arrived in the blink of an eye.

Peng Yidao was able to put the knife sideways in front of him, the jade palm fell, the long knife was broken in two, the palm fell to the chest, the strength collapsed into the body, the viscera was shocked, the crunchy sound of the gaba sound, the bones were shattered, and Peng vomited blood and flew out of the distance.

"Peng Daxia ......"

A Taoist priest behind the side shouted lightly to catch Peng's knife.

"Okay, so powerful, mother, mother......"

Peng Yidao was lifted up half of his body, coughing up blood in his mouth, and said intermittently, the last word "we" had not fallen, his eyes widened, his body softened, and there was no sound.

The second master of the Humen Peng family, one of the four great families of martial arts today, and the top person ranked forty-second on the list, died.

This was so quick that no one around reacted, and the flying palm that watched the woman in black go and return killed Peng Yidao, and it was only then that everyone woke up, but it was too late.

"Two masters!"

Seeing this, Peng Eryan, the third leader of the Peng family, who was happily killing the miscellaneous soldiers in front, shouted anxiously, hurriedly flew back, and rushed to the front, when he found that Peng Yidao had been killed, he roared to the sky, raised his knife to kill the woman in black, and shouted: "Slut, I will kill you." ”

"Chen Suyi, you dare to act as a murderer when you are dying, Shang will come to meet you. ”

On the other side, Shang Nianchan also shouted angrily, gave up Mu Tiantang, and turned to kill her.

"I can't help myself. ”

Chen Suyi sneered.

Shang Nianchan and Peng Erjian rushed almost at the same time, angry swords and cold swords flying, but under Chen Suyi's floating figure like a fairy and a ghost, they failed to take advantage of the slightest.

Not far away, a person rushed out silently and entered the battle, it was Shang Nianchan's uncle Lu Lingchuan.

"Senior brother, I'm here to help you. ”

"Haha, Lord Shang Alliance, I'm here to help you too. ”

The shouts and cheers continued, Gao Songyang abandoned Miao Nu and rushed forward, and in the other direction, there were also two people who came to help.

The next moment converged, so far, the head of Songshan Shang Nianchan, the elder Lu Lingchuan, the deputy head Gao Songyang, the third master of the Peng family of Humen, Peng Erfeng, the second master of the Xingdou Mu family, Mu Weihu, the head of the Iron Sword Gate Yan Wangbei, and the six super-first-class top masters of the righteous path besieged Chen Suyi.

The sword light and sword shadow, flying sand and stones, murderous and fierce.

But the encirclement of the six people is only able to suppress the power of the Heavenly Witch, and in the original plan, only Shang Nianchan and Lu Lingchuan's uncle and nephew will deal with it, but it is taken for granted.

The people who came to the follow-up of the ancestor sect on the mountain are hundreds, although the top super-first-class masters are only seven or eight people, but at least eighty percent of the people are first-class masters, although there is still a gap between the thirty or forty super-first-class masters on the righteous path, but it is not unbearable to fight, and with the cooperation of those super-first-class masters, the battle situation is divided into one place, and the advance of the vanguard of the righteous path is completely blocked.

On top of that, there are people rushing down the mountain. And the large army that followed behind the righteous path finally rushed here one after another at this time.

By this time, it was already dark.

The fiercest battles and the most brutal disputes have finally begun to be staged.

Blood was flowing everywhere, the mountains and water were dyed red, a little spark was burning in the forest, illuminating the cold night of the Black Gold Cliff, the sound of killing was innumerable, boiling into the sky, both the good and the devil, in an instant, the killing red eyes.

And the starry night can finally be no longer idle.

She and Ming Yuetian joined hands to climb the mountain, and they didn't deliberately target it, but if someone was in the way, they would send a sword if it was their own person, but a sword was a help, and an enemy would also send a sword, and this sword was killed.

Fortunately, in this kind of war, they basically wear the uniform clothes of their respective sects and families, otherwise, they may have to admit their mistakes and kill their own people.

The torch that landed on the ground burned a pile of fire, and in the firelight, the starry night stabbed the blade of the sword into the vest of an ancestor disciple who was blocking the way, and at the same time, in the firelight, a cold sword light suddenly reflected, slashing at the neck of the starry night from the left side.

The cold knife came suddenly, it came tricky and ruthless, and it came quickly and unpredictable.

The Killer of Heaven's Gate.

The disciples of the Heavenly Gate Wind and Thunder Dao, each of them is a master of assassination, but unfortunately, in this kind of large-scale war, professional killers are undoubtedly constrained everywhere, and there is no advantage at all, no matter how profound the craftsmanship is, no matter how capable the killer is, otherwise, this knife can be more abrupt, faster, and more tricky.

And now, it's a lot worse.

Yu Xingye seemed to be unaware, and pierced the Ancestor Sect disciple by himself, and then slowly withdrew the blade of the sword.

Then the void condensed, and a delicate knife appeared out of thin air in the freehand of Mingyuetian and pointed on this knife.

There was a crunch.

The Ice Spirit Flying Knife shattered, but a spirit did not disperse, and it entangled along the blade.

The cold knife was hit by a blow, and the killer turned around and retreated, leaving Zhangyu, stabilizing his body, only to realize that the moment of the collision was not only the invasion of huge strength, but also a bone-piercing cold air surging from the knife.

After all, the Taiyin True Qi contained in a flying knife is too little, and it is not a direct invasion of the human body, for a super-first-class master, even if it is a pseudo-realm, it is not enough to be fatal, not enough to seriously injure, at most let his True Qi run and stagnate for three points.

The owner of the knife is a middle-aged man, his eyes are indifferent, his face is expressionless, he glanced at Ming Yuetian, although there is no different color, but his heart is turbulent.

Yu Xingye withdrew his sword, only then turned his head to look, glanced at him, looked at the seemingly ancient well without waves, smiled slightly, waved his sword, and the cold light shimmered.

This sword qi came quickly.

It's faster than the fastest knife in his hand that is called the most elusive in the same door.

It's hard to dodge.

The middle-aged killer raised his hand almost instinctively, and he could raise his knife to block.

There was a shocking sound, and it was suppressed in the sound of killing all over the mountain.

The long knife in the killer's hand was broken in two, and the sword qi in front of him disappeared, and the person did not stop retreating in the process.

Then, in the midst of retreating, his gaze shrunk.

A delicate flying knife pierced into the throat in an instant, and there was no follow-up except for the first splash of shock, because the blood had been frozen.

The death here is just a microcosm, the top people and first-class masters who dominate one side on weekdays are not worth much, let alone noble, here today.

At this moment, there are dead people everywhere.

Night.

Willow tops on the moon.

The war is not over, and the killing continues.