As soon as Han Zhongyu's words fell, more than 20 people from the Wuyi Sword Sect came out, including that Ning Xuanchen. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 He had already seen Su Zhuo standing beside Qu Shengzhou, glared at him viciously, and spat on the ground with disdain.

Su Zhuo knew that he must have misunderstood that he had something to do with Juyi Villa, which was why he despised him so much. However, the situation was urgent, and he had no time to explain. Zhu Siqu was very interested, looking at the people of the Wuyi Sword Sect, his eyes flashing.

Ning Xuanchen, as the eldest disciple of the Xuanzi generation of the Wuyi Sword Sect, was the head of these twenty or so people. He shouted, drawing his sword and pointing at it diagonally. These people drew their swords in their hands one after another, and circled around Ning Xuanchen twice, each standing in turn according to their position. As soon as the Wuyi sword formation was formed, more than 20 people shouted in unison, which was quite imposing. What's even more strange is that the long swords in the hands of these people are all light and sharp, and with a flick of the wrist, the blade of the sword trembles, making a buzzing sword sound.

Qu Shengzhou's face changed slightly, he knew that this array was powerful, and he was thinking of countermeasures in his mind. Before he could speak, a seven-foot man beside him jumped in front of the formation, and said angrily: "I am Nanquan of Shaanxi, thanks to the hospitality of the owner of Quzhuang, and I will be treated as a guest." You little sects of the Wuyi Sword Sect also dare to come here to spread wild! Let me be the master of Qu Zhuang and come to meet your Laoshizi Sword Formation!"

Ning Xuanchen and the others didn't speak, and the sword in his hand pointed at Fang Quan. Fang Quan was holding a mace in his hand, looking at this person, and then at that person, as if he didn't know where to start.

Su Zhuo smiled at the corner of his mouth, knowing that this Fang Quan must be a brave and unscrupulous person. He looked at Qu Shengzhou, only to see Qu Shengzhou pursing his lips and not speaking. I thought I wanted Fang Quan, a reckless man, to try what the power of the Wuyi Sword Formation was.

Fang Quan looked at it for a while, became impatient, raised his mace, and smashed it at the little man at the front of the sword formation. The man saw the opportunity quickly, and knew that the opponent's mace was powerful and heavy, and the long sword in his hand could not resist it. Without saying a word, he took two steps back, dodging Fang Quan's edge.

The two people next to him, one on the left and one on the right, stabbed Fang Quan's ribs with their swords. Fang Quan was stunned, he could hide on the left, and he had to be swordsmen on the right. His brain was not flexible, and he couldn't think of a move to crack it for a while, so he had to rush forward two steps and avoid the blade.

However, in doing so, he sank deeper into the sword formation. Several sharp swords stabbed at the left and right, Fang Quan was left and right, and a mace could no longer be raised.

Everyone secretly exclaimed, unexpectedly that Fang Quan would lose the upper hand with one move. If it weren't for the Wuyi Sword Sect's affection, I am afraid that there would already be a few more holes in his body at this time.

Han Zhongyu stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Master Quzhuang, this Wuyi Sword Sect is set up according to innate gossip. You'd better send more people!"

Qu Shengzhou snorted heavily. The villagers beside him are all people in the rivers and lakes, and they usually eat and drink for nothing in the villa, and they know that it is time to contribute. More than a dozen people looked at each other, jumped out, and rushed into the sword formation together.

Han Zhongyu still sneered slightly, not worried at all, and didn't take the people of Juyi Villa in his eyes at all. Ning Xuanchen stood in the middle of the sword array, waving his sword and shouting, and the twenty-four junior disciples beside him went around, letting go of the openings one by one, and putting all the people in Juyi Villa into the formation.

However, with the increase in the number of people on the side of Juyi Villa, it seems that it has not taken advantage. In the end, the number of people had already reached more than thirty, and they still couldn't help the sword formation. The people outside the formation looked strange, and the people in the formation were even more puzzled. Knowing that his side has the advantage in numbers, for some reason, he still feels like he is fighting against several swordsmen.

Others only heard the clanging sound, and from time to time someone snorted in pain when his arm was slashed by a long sword. Zhu Siqu stood aside, frowned, and asked, "What kind of ghost is there in this Wuyi Sword Formation, why can't so many people help them?"

Su Zhuo smiled slightly, and said: "Don't underestimate this sword array, the Wuyi sword array is based on the innate gossip, a group of three, divided into eight hexagrams of heaven and earth, wind, thunder, water, volcano, and ze." In the sword array, heaven and earth are intertwined, wind and thunder are combined, water and fire are combined, and mountains and rivers are ventilated, and the power cannot be underestimated. And the gossip operated, forming a formation, and there were injuries and injuries, and Du Jing was shocked to open the eight doors. ”

"If you enter through the three gates of injury, sorrow, and shock, you will definitely be injured. If you enter through the two gates of Hugh and death, you will definitely be in a different place. Only by entering from the three doors of life, scenery and opening can you get out of the battle safely. The people of the Wuyi Sword Sect still showed mercy, and only let them enter the formation from the wounded, Du, and shocking gates, which was only an injury, not a dead person!"

Su Zhuo's voice was not loud, and only a few people around him could hear it. After he finished speaking, Qu Shengzhou glanced at him, and seemed to re-evaluate this young man in his heart. Seeing that so many good players in the mountain villa couldn't help this Wuyi Sword Formation, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious in his heart.

Su Zhuo frowned, and said secretly in his heart: "Juyi Mountain Villa is much more famous in the rivers and lakes than the Wuyi Sword Sect, how can it only have such a little strength......?

On the other side, Han Zhongyu smiled, very satisfied with the performance of his grandchildren. Juyi Villa has played nearly forty people, and it is still impossible to break through the Wuyi Sword Formation, which is already an extremely humiliating thing.

Fifty or sixty people were fighting in a mess in the clearing, seemingly disorganized. But the real masters have already seen the winners and losers. After holding on for a while, everyone in Juyi Villa fell down one by one, more or less injured, and many people hung up their lottery. They all have gray faces and can't raise their heads.

Han Zhongyu laughed and said, "Qu Shengzhou, you have this ability?"

Qu Shengzhou pressed his right hand to his chest, let out a long roar, and said loudly: "Get out of the way, watch me break the formation!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone in Juyi Villa hurriedly retreated from the open space. The twenty-five people of the Wuyi Sword Formation returned to their positions and concentrated on coping.

Qu Shengzhou suddenly jumped forward, jumped to a height of three zhang, and swooped straight towards the sword array. At a glance, he saw that the eye of the sword formation was Ning Xuanchen, and he ran towards him as soon as he made a move.

Han Zhongyu snorted and sneered, and said, "Idiot, do you think you can break the formation so easily?"

Qu Shengzhou was in mid-air, and seven or eight people below stabbed with swords, so that he had no place to stay. Seeing that Qu Shengzhou was about to fall to the end of the sword, who knew that he twisted his waist and turned over in mid-air, and a force was born out of thin air, taking him to the middle of the formation, and the place where he went was the center where Ning Xuanchen was standing.

Han Zhongyu's face changed, and he secretly screamed badly. Su Zhuo was also surprised by Qu Shengzhou's kung fu, and thought to himself: "Qu Shengzhou is so arrogant, he has his own arrogant capital. ”

The people in the sword array suddenly realized what Qu Shengzhou was going to do, and seven or eight people turned their long swords and stabbed at Qu Shengzhou's vest. Qu Shengzhou didn't look back, his hands came out, grabbed the arms of the two people beside him, and pulled them back.

The two of them were unsteady on their feet, so they slammed into the blades of the few people behind Qu Shengzhou. The seven or eight people were afraid of hurting their fellow disciples, so they hurriedly withdrew their swords. In this way, Qu Shengzhou was like entering a no-man's land, and came straight towards Ning Xuanchen.

Ning Xuanchen picked up a sword flower and came towards Qu Shengzhou. Qu Shengzhou said with a smile: "Do you only have such a little attainment in your Wuyi swordsmanship? It seems that I think highly of you!"

As soon as the words fell, Qu Shengzhou's sleeve robe circled, separating Ning Xuanchen's sword blade, protruding a palm, and slapping Ning Xuanchen's chest. His palm was very castrated, with a faint sound of wind and thunder, and he was actually going to kill Ning Xuanchen here.

Su Zhuo couldn't help frowning, he didn't expect Qu Shengzhou to be so ruthless. Ning Xuanchen was stunned, and that palm was already in front of him. Suddenly, there was a force behind him, and Ning Xuanchen's body involuntarily fell backwards, just avoiding the palm wind.

It turned out that Han Zhongyu saw that the situation was not right and had already taken action. He rescued Ning Xuanchen, reached out and took the long sword from the hand of a disciple, brushed it, picked up three sword flowers in a row, and attacked the upper, middle and lower roads of Qushengzhou.

Ning Xuanchen picked up a life, and he was panting in a daze, and his back was already wet with cold sweat. Qu Shengzhou knew that Han Zhongyu's swordsmanship was powerful, so he didn't dare to take his edge and took seven or eight steps back.

He dodged the sword, reached out and snatched the long sword from the hand of a man beside him, and sent it forward. The swords of the two were instantly twisted together, and the internal strength was spit out, and when the long was broken into several pieces. This kind of thin sword, more than light and agile, not enough hard, how can it withstand the strength of two people?

The two of them didn't have time to think and slapped each other. Their palms intersected, and with a snap, the two of them took two steps back in unison and stood still.

Just as they were about to strike again, they overheard a person shouting in the distance: "Stop!"

(Two more chapters today)