Zhuo Yifan knew that these twenty or so people were all members of the Zang Sect under the Zhengqi Alliance, and their martial arts were not low, and their swords were not ordinary swords, and they also used formations at this time. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking at the constantly rotating sword array, Zhuo Yifan only felt dizzy, and the shiny swords emitted a dazzling cold light at the same time, illuminating Zhuo Yifan It was difficult to open his eyes. What's even worse is that because he was holding Situ Yu'er, it was difficult to turn around easily, and the attacks from behind almost stabbed them several times.

Looking at Zhuo Yifan's struggling defense, the man who looked like a housekeeper smiled and laughed on the side, after all, he was a practitioner of the Rong Sect, and he still had no doubt about the strength of his subordinates.

And the two dozen strong men, seeing that Zhuo Yifan only had passive defense, no power to parry, and no way to attack, they also laughed one by one, and these laughter was mixed with the sound of fencing, which made Zhuo Yifan upset.

Zhuo Yifan could only swing the blood-drinking sword vigorously, and at this moment, the sword and the sword collided with each other more forcefully, and the sound was even louder. Coupled with holding Situ Yu'er, it was still a little difficult for him to deal with their sword formation with one hand.

The sound of swords colliding with swords continued, and the disciples of the Shengqi Sect became more and more dominant, while Zhuo Yifan hugged Situ Yu'er tightly and fell into a situation of passive defense.

The sword formation of the Rong Yu faction was really powerful, and their swords had to stab Zhuo Yifan several times, and Situ Yu'er was almost hit.

Seeing Zhuo Yifan retreating, the person who looked like a housekeeper saw the right time and rushed towards Zhuo Yifan, holding a very long big knife in his hand, a bit like the Qinglong Yanyue Knife in Guan Yu's hand.

Zhuo Yifan only cared about blocking other people's stabs, and didn't pay attention to the boss who took the lead, when he saw him running to the top of his head, raising a big knife and slashing at himself and Situ Yuer, Zhuo Yifan chuckled in his heart, seeing that it was difficult to escape the fate of being cut.

However, he was not willing to be slashed and killed by the people of the Shan Sect, so he could only quickly raise the blood-drinking sword and stop at the slashed broadsword.

The moment the big sword and the blood-drinking sword collided, they clanged and sparked, like brilliant fireworks, fireworks in an instant.

Even so, the knife did not have any broken openings, which is enough to see that it is a very strong and good knife.

It also stayed above Zhuo Yifan's head, pressed the blood-drinking sword, and slowly approached Zhuo Yifan's head and neck.

Zhuo Yifan resisted hard, but the blood-drinking sword kept sliding towards his body, almost touching it.

And the other disciples of the Shengqi faction saw such a good opportunity, of course, they would not waste it, so several people drew their swords and slashed at the blood-drinking sword in Zhuo Yifan's hand, so that there was a situation where a big knife and dozens of swords were pressed on the blood-drinking sword together.

When those people who ate melons saw this situation, their eyes widened, and they were still very puzzled, wondering why they didn't stab Zhuo Yifan directly, but instead cut at the blood-drinking sword.

On the one hand, seeing that Zhuo Yifan is getting more and more weak, he can cut off his head immediately, on the other hand, his subordinates are too sensible, they did not directly stab Zhuo Yifan, in order not to compete with themselves, but to help themselves, in this way, the credit for killing Zhuo Yifan is, of course, the lead brother.

Zhuo Yifan used his internal force to urge the blood-drinking sword to get rid of the situation of being pressed below and becoming more and more passive, but even if his internal strength continued to increase, he was still very difficult in front of more than twenty masters, and he had to take care of Situ Yu'er not to be harmed.

The broadsword was still pressing downward, and the swords of the two dozen people were constantly slashing towards the blood-drinking sword, sparks and sparks, and even flames kept circulating. Zhuo Yifan's forehead was full of sweat droplets, and there were more and more at the moment, and he knew that he really couldn't hold it.

In stark contrast to this, the people of the Sagami faction laughed loudly, like a devil, while constantly slashing at the blood-drinking sword, they used their overwhelming momentum to collide with Zhuo Yifan's psychological defense.

Just when Zhuo Yifan felt that his head was about to be cut off, with a "bang", a dragon-shaped monster flew out of the blood-drinking sword.

If you look closely, it is a coiled dragon, but it is much smaller than the shape of the dragon in the ordinary New Year paintings, but the sound it makes is like a loud bell in the temple, deafening, very loud and piercing.

A huge roar formed a sound wave, like a hurricane, quickly swept through the people of the Sagami faction, only to see the sword in their hands began to fly in all directions, and then they were also swept away by the sound wave.

In this process, the same is true of the leading brother with high martial arts, who is also unable to resist in the face of the loud sound waves.

And although the surrounding melon-eating masses were not so embarrassed, they were extremely ashamed. Because their clothes were blown away by the sound waves, some of them were bare, and some of them were only a pair of pants.

It's no wonder that the people who eat melons just eat melons, and they don't have the strength to resist, and it's normal for their clothes to be blown away.

Although they were naked and their buttocks were dazzling in the sun, they were like fools, not daring to move, just covering their shyness with their hands.

Their souls seemed to have been snatched away by black and white impermanence, staring at the curved dragon dumbfounded.

Looking at its majestic appearance, although it is small, it is domineering and makes people tremble.

How did this group of people who eat melons know what it is, although they have seen the image of the dragon on the painting, but the real dragon is presented in front of them, which is not much different from seeing Lord Yama.

Some of the people who ate melons were lying on the ground, looking up at Qu Long, some were standing and staring at Qu Long, and some were stretching their limbs on all fours, looking at Qu Long motionlessly, almost all of them were still.

And the disciples of the Shengqi Sect who were shocked by the sound wave were also stunned in place, they had never seen this kind of monster, and they had long been frightened when they saw it come to life.

Zhuo Yifan saw that Fang Cai's crisis was resolved, and his nervous heart was slightly relieved, but Situ Yuer still buried her head in his arms, she didn't see Xiao Qulong, let alone the people around her.

"......"

Xiao Qulong shouted again, as if ordering everyone not to move.

As if they could understand its words, the crowd froze in place, motionless.

Zhuo Yifan felt a little strange when he looked at it, such a small dragon form could make such a loud cry, it was unimaginable.

Seeing that it likes to chirp, Zhuo Yifan guessed that it might be the fourth of the nine sons of Longsheng.

Zhuo Yifan had heard that Pu Lao was an auspicious beast, just like mocking the wind, and the cruel Jairus could be described as heaven and earth.

However, auspicious things don't mean that they won't kill, it doesn't mean that they won't be scary, just like everyone right now, they have long been scared by it.