Zhou Yixin and the three junior disciples surrounded Xiyun and forced them in the direction of desperation. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Qingliu was pointed at by Zhu Wen with a sword, his feet couldn't move, but his heart was beating violently, and he exclaimed: "Sword intent!?" He vaguely felt the sword intent from Zhu Wen, he didn't know what the sword intent was before, let alone induction, but now he knows how terrible this thing is.

Zhu Wen snorted in response, his eyes were extremely cold.

Qingliu knew that he couldn't let him gather momentum anymore, so he took a deep breath, burst into a shout, and made the first move. The seven-star flute swept abruptly, and a sharp energy shot out from the sound hole at the very end, accompanied by a strange sound wave.

This seven-star flute is wonderful, the energy travels in the meantime, unimpeded, and once it passes through the flute hole, it is stimulated, and the energy becomes more condensed, and it has a hidden effect, which can be described as miraculous.

Zhu Wen frowned slightly, secretly feeling strange, this sound wave came first, and it disturbed his mind a little, and the sword intent that finally came out was interrupted.

His sword path cultivation has reached an extremely high level, but this layer of sword intent has not yet been understood, and it is not easy to gain it only by doing it occasionally. Although it was a pity to be interrupted, he was not anxious, the sword was different from the sword, spear, stick, spear, etc., no matter how fast the sword momentum, the swordsman's heart could not be in a hurry.

The sword in his hand is quite extraordinary, three feet three long, one inch three wide, and the shape is the same as the Qingyun Sword of the Qingyun Sword Sect, the treasure of the town faction, but the sword body is dark blue, that is because of the addition of blue cobalt stone, which makes the long sword much more difficult and tough, light and sharp, blowing hair and breaking hair.

The onlookers saw that Qingliu had made a move, and Zhu Wen held his sword and did not move, and they all secretly pinched a sweat for him, at this moment, under the reflection of the fiery red light, the blue light suddenly released, dazzling and blazing, like a meteor outside the sky in front of him, the firelight was dark, and the rainstorm stopped.

Stimulated by the rain, many people squinted at the battle, and when stimulated by this, they suddenly felt pain in their eyes, and involuntarily let out an exclamation and covered their eyes with their hands.

Huang Qi and Sun Li stared at each other, with their eyesight, they could barely see the sword momentum, and they could withstand the sword light, the blue light in the rainstorm was like a phantom, reflected in countless raindrops, and they didn't know where the sword was, the sword momentum urged the rain, forming a torrent to rush to the clear stream.

"Poof~" There was a muffled sound, and the energy slammed, only to hear Qingliu's scream, his mouth opened, and a burst of blood mist rose in mid-air.

The torrential rain poured down again, and everything was as usual, and the clear stream had retreated three steps away, his face was pale, his right arm was lowered, and blood was dripping down, flowing into the Seven Star Flute.

Zhu Wen's sword is not only fast, but the weight of his strength is like a black cloud pressing down on the city, destroying his heart and liver. He pointed his sword at the ground, looked up at the sky, and said in the face of the rainstorm: "Sister, junior sister, you can go in peace." "Stride forward and walk towards the clear stream.

Since Qingliu's debut, he has never encountered such a dangerous situation, one move is the difference between victory and defeat, seeing the blue light attacking, there is nowhere to hide at all, there is no room for turn, he can only fight hard, although Zhu Wen is not the sword intent first, but the effect is almost the same.

Zhu Wen took out his sword again, and Zhu Wen rained hard, and the sword was like a torrential rain, sweeping the raindrops all over the sky, reflecting the swaying firelight, and surging with energy.

The Qingliu flute changed to his left hand and swung it violently, each swing emitting seven sharp qi, seven seven and forty-nine, intertwined into a protective net, cutting through Zhu Wen's majestic and terrifying rainstorm sword momentum.

"Bang. The clear stream flew upside down, and now it could no longer stand, and fell to the ground on its back, the clothes on his chest were shattered, and countless small wounds were all over it, and the blood was washed away by the torrential rain as soon as it came out.

The onlookers were prepared this time, and they were dazzled and amazed, and Zhu Wen was really terrifying and terrifying in the heavy rain.

Zhu Wen didn't stop breathing this time, the sword momentum fell, his body rose again, a sword flew by, the sword light flickered in the rainstorm, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or sword light, and countless strong currents stabbed towards Qingliu's body.

Qingliu rolled on the ground again and again, the sword qi behind him soared, water droplets splashed everywhere, and the sharp sword qi hit the earth and rocks one after another, and the rain flooded in, puffing up bubbles.

Zhu Wen's eyes lit up suddenly, the blade of the sword turned, the speed surged, and the sword flashed violently, stabbing towards Qingliu's heart.

Qingliu was full of muddy water, and he was on the ground, seeing the sword attacking, there was nowhere to escape, and suddenly the whole body was stiff, his spirit was scattered, and his mind was blank.

At this time, Zhu Wen's sword had pierced into Qingliu's chest, blood rushed out, Qingliu was unconscious, and Zhu Wen's expression was cold.

Seeing that Qingliu's life was about to be lost, the seven-star flute suddenly trembled, and the last wisp of internal breath in Qingliu's body involuntarily poured into the seven-star flute, and the seven sound holes immediately emitted whistling sounds of different heights, and the sound waves gathered and hit Zhu Wen's left ear.

Zhu Wen's face changed greatly, he screamed, covered his left ear, and retreated sharply, vaguely feeling that his ear was wet and warm, as if he was bleeding.

The onlookers were all surprised, what had happened? Why did Zhu Wen, who had an overwhelming advantage, retreat? It turned out that the sound wave was extremely concentrated, and no one heard it except Zhu Wen.

Qingliu's eyes were clear at this time, and he was suddenly shocked, and he was surprised to see the ancient black seven-star flute in his hand, it was actually it that saved his life.

On the other side, Xiyun and the four members of the Qishan Sword Sect have been inseparable, Xiyun's martial arts have progressed rapidly, and they are only a line away from the super-first-class masters, but none of the four members of the Qishan Sword Sect are weak, and the formation of the sword formation is even more powerful. Zhou Yixin took the lead, controlling the direction of the strength of the sword array's attack, forcing Xiyun to lean towards the edge of the cliff.

Xiyun's emotions are tranquil, joy, anger and sorrow are like passing clouds, and he is rarely depressed, but he hates Zhou Yixin and the Qishan Sword Sect quite much. As soon as the bamboo cane came out, the dark light flashed, the sound of wind and thunder was endless, and the torrential rain was difficult to hide.

The five people fought fiercely to the death, and the moves were ruthless, and in a moment, Kung Fu Xiyun was slashed with two swords, and blood flowed on his left arm and back. And the power of his purple bamboo is also very amazing, and he whipped Zhou Yixin fiercely, causing his clothes to be torn on the side of his waist, He Chongrui's right foot was knocked by him, grinning in pain, and the other two were hit by him in the arm, and the injuries were relatively light.

At this time, a thunderclap sounded, Xiyun took advantage of the momentum, shouted lowly, the bamboo cane walked around like a swimming dragon, knocked the three long swords beside him, drew three arcs horizontally, and drew three more arcs vertically.

Zhou Yixin's face was gloomy, his heart was heavy, six of the ten moves of this little monk were aimed at himself, and this trick staff method was more like the two swordsmanship of "mountain heavy mountain" and "mountain high mountain" that he had figured out, which made him grit his teeth with anger, and his heart was shocked.

The energy surged wildly, locking it in all directions, Zhou Yixin saw that it was difficult to resist, and suddenly rolled on the spot, dripping all over the mud and water, embarrassed.

Xiyun was waiting for a move to chase and kill him, "snort" two sharp sounds, a long sword on the left and right stabbed, forcing him to retract the purple bamboo, turn around, and almost dodge the left side of the sword, the thick end of the bamboo cane knocked the right side of the long sword, and then reversed, forcing it back, and then stabbed Zhou Yixin, who did not have time to get up, but the other person disregarded his own safety, bravely moved sideways, blocking the front.

"Poof", Zizhu poked and shrank, the man screamed, and a bloody arrow flew out of his left shoulder, and the wound was more than two inches deep.

Zhou Yixin took the opportunity to jump up, plugging the gap in the formation, and causing the man to retreat and bandage.

Xiyun has missed the opportunity to kill Zhou Yixin three times, and he is extremely angry in his heart, this guy can hide, and his two juniors and disciples are interested in protecting him, and they are even willing to damage themselves.

At the same time, Xiyun also secretly wondered, apart from these two people, He Chongrui, who was second only to Zhou Yixin in martial arts, had not been able to exert his strength for a long time? If he came from the flank just now, he would definitely have to pay the price if he wanted to seriously injure that person.

After the man wrapped the wound and besieged it again, Zhou Yixin took the opportunity to glance back, the five of them were more than ten zhang away from the crowd, the light of the torches was difficult to reach, and they were afraid that they were less than one zhang away from the cliff, and they needed to pay great attention to their feet.

Although the movement of the five people is big, the group pays more attention to the rainstorm Zhu Wen, there is no void under the fame, and it is a great blessing in life to be able to see the rainstorm Zhu Wen make the Qingyun sword trick with his own eyes. Besides, the five of them are fighting farther and farther, and the night is dark and rainy, how can they see clearly, they can only vaguely see the sword light flying in the rain, but the figure is difficult to distinguish.

Zhou Yixin urged the sword formation, carefully moved the position, controlled Xiyun on the outside and near the side of the cliff, and surrounded the four of them in a semicircle, seeing that the time was ripe, he suddenly let out a low shout, the sword light soared, and the internal breath was running at full strength, and in the blink of an eye, thirty-six swords were swung, and the layers of sword shadows were even wrapped in the torrential rain, and they all rolled towards Xiyun.

Xiyun's eyes lit up and shouted, "Qingyun ......"

It was the Qingyun Sword Technique, but Zhou Yi was confident and thoughtful, how could he be broken by his shouting, and shouted loudly: "Take your life!" overshadowed his voice. He was also in danger this time, and he had to do it as a last resort, but the fire here was out of reach, and there was a torrential rain cover, and the distance was so far away, he believed that no onlookers could see the sword momentum of his envoy.

It was also Zhou Yi's high confidence and wisdom that he thought about various situations at the beginning of the war, took precautions, and set up this method. Xiyun's martial arts made him have to be more careful, and he endured even one mistake.

In the face of such a majestic sword momentum, and the other three people were attacking, how could Xiyun be distracted again and again, his words were interrupted, and he only felt that his breath was stagnant, and the remaining two words could no longer be shouted.

In the desperate situation, Xiyun's mind suddenly entered the unprecedented realm of enlightenment, the "Mingxin Method" seemed to go one step further, everything around him was aware of it, Zizhu suddenly received a stroke at his feet, and the stagnant water was pulled by the force, and it flew up from the ground, mixing with the torrential rain into a five-foot-high water curtain.

He moved very fast, but it seemed slow and clear, the water curtain together, his chest cavity expanded, his mouth opened, "Break!" The throat bloomed violently, the sound was like thunder, and the "heart deterrence method" was used, the sound wave agitated, the water curtain exploded, and thousands of water droplets burst out in front of him with strong energy and intimidating thoughts.

"Puff puff~" The strange sound was endless, and countless energies collided with each other, and the water droplets turned into mist, turning the corner of the cliff into a vast expanse.

Xiyun leaned to the left, although his move was fierce, but how could the Qingyun Sword Technique be easy to block? The Ming Heart Method suggested that there was still a gap on the left side to escape, but he was a little unclear, because this side was He Chongrui, the second master of the Qishan Sword Sect, even if he intended to release water before, he could not allow him to accept it at this time.