The mustachioed guard raised the crimson broadsword in his hand, and with his strong internal force, he immediately slashed horizontally and vertically. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info The crimson sword light intertwined in the air, like a net.

In fact, the mustache guard ranked more than one hundred and seventy among Long Yunfeng's disciples, not on the edge of two hundred, and had a good strength. But he didn't say it explicitly, and at this moment his heart sneered.

The mustachioed guard felt that Ding Xiaoyu, these disciples from the other four peaks, were simply overwhelmed, and after defeating them later, they could still humiliate them, wouldn't it be happy?

The crimson sword light was not only magnificent, opening and closing, but also expanding rapidly, intercepting Ding Xiaoyu's surrounding retreats.

In other words, Ding Xiaoyu has very little room to play, and he can only make moves in the middle of the three zhang range.

Ding Xiaoyu's heart sank: "I can't rush over directly, otherwise I will be seriously injured by the majestic crimson sword light." It's better to use the drunken sword to wrestle with it, and aim at the flawed and then targeted attacks. ”

The dust and sand on the ground were rolling, and the crimson sword light lifted a lot of rubble. The sword light slashed from time to time, ruthless and ruthless, and slashed people's muscles and bones.

Ding Xiaoyu's heart is still very stable, not panicked by external emergencies, the drunken sword is at his fingertips, the tricks seem to be very ordinary, just some ordinary tricks are displayed in an elegant and casual way, but the unique charm contained in them is extraordinary.

In fact, Drunken Sword Saburo's drunken sword mastery, of course, has very mysterious tricks, but Ding Xiaoyu only knows a little about it, and he hasn't even reached the level of entry.

The pale blue sword light flashed, forming a tight sword curtain in a small area, protecting Ding Xiaoyu's body at any time with his body technique. It is just like a frightening dance, and the dragon walks in a tiger step.

"Qiang ...... Boom", the sound of weapon bombardment resounded, and sparks flew everywhere.

After a few strange sounds, Ding Xiaoyu rushed out of the range ......of the crimson sword light, and he stood with his sword, the blade of the iron sword dripping blood.

The mustachioed guard was rolling on the ground at the moment, wailing, with several sword wounds on his body, and the crimson broadsword fell into the dirt on the side.

"What's going on, didn't you always have the upper hand just now?" asked the leader of the guards, surprised.

"Oh, it's painful for me! Senior brother, you hurry up and bandage my wounds, this kid's swordsmanship is indeed a bit of a drunken sword, it's too mysterious. The mustache guard wailed.

The expression of the guard leader was very gloomy, he raised his head and stared at Ding Xiaoyu with a fierce gaze, he was silent for a moment, and he said: "Judging from the wine jar of Pear Blossom Qinxue Wine and the drunken sword you just cast, you have seen the predecessor of Drunken Sword Saburo. I'll take you to see the boss, I hope you didn't lie, otherwise in front of the boss, there is nothing to hide, and you have only a dead end. ”

When the leader of the guards took Ding Xiaoyu and the others to the main hall at the top of Longyun Peak, they met the master.

The name of the head of this generation of Yuntian Sword Pavilion is Xulingzi, who is in his fifties, looks like a fairy wind bone, and is wearing a moon-white robe. Although he didn't have a sword in his hand, the air around him seemed to hide infinite sword qi. But when the people around you carefully perceive it, it is like peeping into the dark abyss, which makes people dizzy.

The head of the sect is very majestic, but in the majesty of the disciples, there is also kindness, which makes people sincerely feel respect for the elders.

"Senior Brother Drunken Sword, aren't you living in seclusion in the back mountain of Ziqiong Peak? The head of the sect, Ling Xuzi, asked in a majestic voice.

"Meet Senior Brother in charge, and please let everyone except the four of us go out. Drunken Jian Saburo said respectfully. He is no longer as careless and empty-eyed as before, and he has a lot of respect for the head of the Lingxuzi.

After the head of the Lingxuzi waved his hand, everyone else retreated, and the drunken sword Saburo told the story of the sneak attack by the many masked black-clothed men in the Blood Seal Villa last night.

The atmosphere in the main hall seemed to be very silent, and after a long while, the head of the sect, Xulingzi, said in a deep voice: "I didn't expect that there were so many omissions in the defense of our Yuntian Sword Pavilion, and we must strengthen patrols and guards. In addition, the various Demon Dao sects have begun to plan to attack us again, and we have to send some disciples to find out the enemy's movements. ”

The head of the house, Xu Lingzi, spoke very slowly, the drunken sword Saburo and Ding Xiaoyu and the others listened very carefully, facing the master, Ding Xiaoyu only felt that it was difficult to speak, and the invisible coercion made Ding Xiaoyu feel very depressed.

"Senior Brother Drunken Sword, what do you think about which disciples to send?" said the head of the Void Spirit Sect.

"Back to the master, the five main peaks of our Yuntian Sword Pavilion have too many outstanding disciples. If the disciples who are too high in the ranking go to investigate the situation, it will inevitably kill chickens with a knife, and it will delay their comprehension of advanced martial arts. ”

Drunken Jian Saburo bowed his hand and said respectfully: "If you let a disciple who is too poor go forward, you won't be able to deal with all kinds of emergencies." Therefore, it is recommended to let the disciples of the five main peaks rank about two hundred. ”

Ding Xiaoyu's heart sank, and he felt that Drunken Jian Saburo said this, not only for superficial reasons, but also because he wanted Ding Xiaoyu and others to go to practice. Such good intentions really moved Ding Xiaoyu, but above this hall, if you have any thoughts, you still have to hide them in the bottom of your heart.

In essence, even if the head of the Void Spirit Son did not send elite disciples with a particularly high ranking, he should logically send dozens of disciples, how could he send more than two hundred?

The head of the sect, Xulingzi, thought for a moment and said, "This is not safe, the strength of about two hundred disciples is indeed much worse. In this way, every peak, every ten, draw one disciple, that is to say, each peak sends twenty people. ”

In fact, how could the head of the sect, Xulingzi, not understand the mind of the Drunken Sword Saburo? glanced at Ding Xiaoyu, Xiaoyan and Zhang Hou, and added: "The three of you have a merit in rescuing the Drunken Sword Junior Brother, so let's go and practice together." ”

Ding Xiaoyu and the others thanked him, but it was really not appropriate to say anything more to the master, so they retired. Only the drunken sword Saburo and the head of the sect Xu Lingzi were left to discuss secretly in the main hall.

Since someone will notify Ding Xiaoyu to go and investigate the situation at that time, this short time in the middle can allow Ding Xiaoyu and them to adjust their state well.

Ding Xiaoyu returned to Fengming Peak, and inside his wooden house, he devoted himself to cultivating internal strength. Although Ding Xiaoyu had a little understanding of the drunken sword under the guidance of Drunken Sword Saburo, it was still not a beginner.

"In the past, my meridians were blocked, so that it was difficult to improve my internal strength, and all the efforts I spent were in vain. Now that I have this opportunity to remove most of the impurities in my meridians, I have to seize the time to cultivate my internal strength. Otherwise, without strong internal force, swordsmanship and light skills are all in the air, and there is no meaning!" Ding Xiaoyu said in his heart.

After recognizing his own situation, Ding Xiaoyu began to cultivate in a way. Now he is no longer at a loss as before, but has a goal and hope, which can be described as full of energy.

The bright moonlight in the middle of the night shone on Ding Xiaoyu's body, as if there were many spots of moonlight, which were converging towards Ding Xiaoyu's body.