The hustle and bustle of the death battle in the front mansion made the tranquility of the back mansion a little weird and infiltrating, and he didn't hear half of the birds and insects. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xu Beiyou was independent of the middle of the courtyard of the back house, his figure was erect, and there was only a calm look on his angular face, and there was no worry or panic.

After a while, there was a sudden sound of breaking the air all around, and I saw people with swords constantly appearing on the wall in all directions, everyone was dressed in plain white linen, with black masks on their faces, or swords on their waists, or swords behind their backs, faintly sealing all the retreats of Xu Beiyou.

In the end, a burly man with a pitch-black sword broke through the wall, his whole person was shrouded in a tightly knit iron armor, and every step felt like the ground was shaking, although his face was hidden under the iron mask and people couldn't see it really, but the arrogant attitude on his body was similar to Chi Bing.

The ironclad man raised his sword and pointed at Xu Beiyou, and said one word succinctly and clearly, "Kill!"

All the swordsmen on the wall moved together in an instant, and the sword drawing technique was uniform, forming a flank attack on Xu Beiyou, front and back, left and right.

Xu Beiyou didn't make a sound, just pressed the hilt of the Tianlan sword on his waist.

Draw your sword, and in an instant.

I saw a sword light shining brightly, illuminating the courtyard in the night in an instant.

The sword is drawn to make the sword faster, and the sword is drawn faster to make the opponent difficult to defend against.

To draw a sword is to kill.

The sword light flashed away, and Xu Beiyou was still standing in place, with a corpse lying on the left and right positions in front of him, all of which were sealed by a sword.

Tick it up.

A drop of blood slowly slipped from the tip of Tianlan's sword, and the sound was clearly audible in the silent night.

Xu Beiyou raised the sword over his shoulder with one hand, and his grim side face was reflected on Xue Liang's sword, and a trace of blood slowly flowed down the blade of the sword, and finally fell from the tip of the sword to the ground.

Tick, tick, tick.

It was the disciples of the Sword Qi Lingkong Hall who died, and it was the master of the Sword Qi Lingkong Hall who killed them.

This is a completely torn face-tore infighting.

Of course, Chi Bing didn't think that he could kill Xu Beiyou with these sword qi volley hall disciples, he just wanted to use their lives to test Xu Beiyou's depth, or consume some of Xu Beiyou's qi.

In other words, Chi Bing didn't want to compete fairly with Xu Beiyou, he just wanted to kill Xu Beiyou, no matter which means he used.

What Sword Qi Lingkong Tang does is dirty work, giving up its own advantages to chase after the so-called fairness, this is not the style of Sword Qi Lingkong Hall.

More and more swordsmen climbed over the wall, jumped off the roof, and appeared in front of Xu Beiyou.

The three of them formed a three-talent sword formation, and the nine three-talent sword formations formed the Great Nine Palace Sword Formation, and a full twenty-seven people pressed towards Xu Beiyou.

Xu Beiyou, who fought alone with one person and one sword, silently recited two words, "Sword three." ”

A sword was handed out, only to see that Tianlan's sword qi was surging, followed by countless sword qi intertwined like a net, and Daodao ravines appeared on the ground, which was too much higher than the sword three used by Xu Beiyou when he dealt with the Yin soldiers on the ancient battlefield of Xiheyuan.

Sword Three is known as covering the sky net without leaking, that is, the sword qi is combined to form a magnificent sky net, where the sword qi is covered, no matter whether the living or the dead thing, as long as the sword qi cannot be blocked, life and death are between the sword master's thoughts.

Xu Beiyou's style of sword three directly enveloped all twenty-seven people, and the sword qi was staggered, as if endless.

The Great Nine Palace Sword Formation composed of twenty-seven people was naturally extremely ingenious, but Xu Beiyou was almost brutal in breaking through the skill, making the sword array that should have been a trapped person stranglehold become a trapped object.

However, after three waves of sword qi, the Great Nine Palace Sword Formation was already a little stagnant.

Xu Beiyou grabbed a flaw, entered the battle with his sword, and the whole person passed by a leading swordsman like a wisp of breeze, and then a dazzling blood flashed, and the upper and lower bodies of the swordsman slowly split into two.

Xu Beiyou's sword was too fast and too sharp, and the swordsman didn't feel the pain at the first time, until he wanted to get up from the ground, he was shocked to realize that his lower body was still standing in place.

For a while, the swordsman's miserable howl was endless.

Another sword qi volley swordsman stabbed down with a blank face, giving him a pleasure and a relief.

Xu Beiyou had already returned to the same place, Tianlan pointed obliquely to the ground, and the blood on the blade of the sword trickled down, converging into a small pool of blood on the ground.

After the death of one person, the sword formation of the Great Nine Palaces became more and more stagnant, and the rest of the swordsmen knew that something was wrong and wanted to change the formation, but the leader behind him did not speak, and no one dared to retreat without permission, so he could only continue to rush towards Xu Beiyou.

Although Xu Beiyou's methods are ruthless, these swordsmen of the Sword Qi Volley Hall are not the chicks who set foot in the rivers and lakes on the first day, who has not seen a little blood in the Sword Qi Volley Hall?

If the difference in strength is not big, it is naturally useful to work hard, but if the difference in strength is too large, it will become a waste of life.

Xu Beiyou was unhurried, like a cow, wanting to completely dismember this Great Nine Palaces Sword Formation little by little, after he entered the formation again, most of his body moved, but once he came out of the sword, he would inevitably take away a life, and after more than ten swords, the entire Great Nine Palaces was already fragmented.

The ironclad man who had been watching the battle from the side finally couldn't bear it, and when Xu Beiyou took out his sword and killed another person, he suddenly jumped into the formation, brandished the big sword in his hand and slashed at Xu Beiyou's head.

Xu Beiyou was not frightened, his left hand, which had been free, held his waist with his backhand, but it was evil, and a sword drew a stunning arc like a string moon.

The sword qi was instantly endless.

How could Xu Beiyou ignore this sword qi volley swordsman with such an eye-catching image?

I saw that the sword qi on the double swords in Xu Beiyou's hands rose again and again, and there was a faint tendency for the sword qi to turn into a sword, and a sword blocked the sneak attack of the ironclad man, and a sword was not enough, Tianlan took advantage of the situation to pursue again, and a sword slashed him directly in the chest.

Xu Beiyou's two swords are nothing more than one horizontal and one vertical.

Horizontal for defense, vertical for attack.

is the so-called great ingenuity, can directly stab and kill, why do you have to fiddle with so many fancy moves?

The ironclad man who had no sword in vain shouted angrily, stepped on the ground with both feet, and put on a posture to take Xu Beiyou's sword.

Two swords collide.

There was a popping sound.

Xu Beiyou's body swayed with the wind, like a kite with a broken line in the wind, but in fact, it dissolved all the strength.

On the other hand, the ironclad man was completely sunk to the ground below the knee, and his hands holding the sword were shattered, and blood was pouring from there.

Xu Beiyou staggered to the ground, his double swords were swayed at will, and the sword aura was chaotic.

Blood splattered.

There were several corpses again.

The soles of Xu Beiyou's shoes have been soaked in blood and turned into a blood-red patch.

He walked with his sword like a leisurely stroll, swinging his sword at will, the sword qi that had not formed a formation was difficult to resist at all, and in the blink of an eye, there were three more corpses lying in front of Xu Beiyou.

By this time it had turned into a one-sided slaughter.

The rest of the swordsmen were so heartbroken that they didn't dare to step forward and give their lives in vain, but Xu Beiyou didn't want to let them go.

With the sword seven royal swords, the body walks with the sword, the shape is like a ghost, and the sword will kill.

Xu Beiyou doesn't like to kill indifferently, but he never hesitates to kill when it's time to kill.

No matter what kind of flowery rhetoric is used, the sword will always be a murder weapon, and swordsmanship will always be a murder technique.

After a short time, all twenty-seven swordsmen were beheaded, and none of them survived.

Xu Beiyou casually inserted the evil on a corpse, and then threw out a white towel from his sleeve and slowly wiped the blood from Tianlan Sword's body.

The warm blood quickly soaked the white towel, and the snow white slowly revealed a bright red, reminiscent of the proud red plum in the cold snow.

Last year, an old man with a sword box on his back once told Xu Beiyou that killing, especially killing with a sword, is also about artistic conception.

The sword of a swordsman, just like the song of a singer, the dance of a dancer, the pen of a literati, the prayer wheel of a monk, and the classics of a Taoist priest, should be elegant, not vulgar.

When killing people can kill the taste of elegance, it means that you have made a small success in the way of swordsmanship, and when you return to the basics, that is Dacheng.

In the end, the old man took a sip of wine and said freely, the wine in the cup that can't be drunk, the head of the enemy that can't be cut inexhaustible, the person is not finished, and the cup can't stop.

Xu Beiyou threw the white scarf on the face of a dead swordsman and put Tianlan back into the sheath around his waist.

Xu Beiyou stood in the middle of the corpses all over the ground, holding the evil with his left hand, holding the hilt of Tianlan's sword with his right hand, and muttered to himself: "Master, the apprentice's sword path can be regarded as a small achievement?"