Ye Erniang retreated more and more, and suddenly stumbled under her feet, but she accidentally stepped on the corpse of an officer and soldier who was killed by Huangfu. Seeing that Qingluan's sword had struck like lightning, she was frightened, she hurriedly twisted her waist, forced an iron bridge, and leaned back sharply with her upper body, although she was a little embarrassed, but after all, she dodged the headshot sword in a thousand shots.

The Qingluan sword was castrated unabated, swept over, and Hong Jiu on the other side struggled to resist with his sword.

Suddenly, a few "clicks" came, and the sword net that rose in the sky suddenly collapsed, the sword light flashed, and the Qingluan sword was put into the scabbard. But seeing the Huangfu standing with his sleeves and horns, as if by magic, he was manipulating two severed swords, floating up and down in front of him.

Hong Jiu snorted, took a few steps back, looked down, and saw that the long sword in his hand only had one handle left.

In a daze, he saw that the finger in the Huangfu's sleeve was lightly pinched, and a wisp of strong wind was handed out, shooting Hong Jiu's eyebrows through a bloody hole, "Bang Dang", holding a sword hilt, and not looking away.

Ye Erniang and the three of them felt a chill in their hearts, slowed down in their hands, and each took a few steps back.

The joint finger of Huangfu Yan can be said to have reached the realm of perfection, without any fire, and his movements are chic, he is the Murong Ancestor who created this peerless discipline back then, and he is afraid that he will not be able to beat it.

This kind of movement finally woke Shangguan Yunxin from his healing, and a spirit was about to beckon his younger brothers to do it.

didn't have time to speak, but saw the other party's sleeves wave, and the two broken swords floating in the air leisurely drew a half-arc, flashing a sword light, and shot towards everyone.

Shangguan Yunxin and the others frowned, regardless of their own pain, trying their best to resist and escape.

The two severed swords were about a foot and three inches long. At this time, it was like a living thing, following the running gap of everyone's respective blade moves. Shoot past, forming an extremely strange scene.

Ye Erniang fled. He stabbed Duan Yanqing in the arm with a sword, forcibly waking him up from the nightmare magic barrier.

Duan Yanqing was a little flickering, and before he could figure out what was going on, he saw a light in front of him. Shocked, the steel zhang move in his right hand changed continuously, and a set of Duan family sword techniques came out, three moves in a row, and set up a sword mountain in front of him. Protect your whole body.

But hearing a "sonorous" sound, the broken sword, which was only one foot and three inches long, seemed to be supported by an invisible hand, and attacked eight or nine times in a row, but it was all sealed by Duan Yanqing's steel zhang, and it was unable to break through the dense layers of staff nets.

The other broken sword was entangled with Shangguan Yunxin's iron palm, and Fang Weiyi and Zhuge Zhong swept the formation on the side, although Shangguan Yunxin was not very sharp, but he could also resist the flying sword for a moment.

Soon. More than a dozen moves passed in an instant, and the two broken swords also ran out of strength, and Huo Ran fell to the ground.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and then heard the emperor sigh: "It seems that I haven't practiced the dragon sword this time. But if you have a short sword of better material in your hand, I'm afraid the situation will be better......"

As he spoke, he saw the two broken swords blown by the wind. Reduced to a pile of crumbs.

The time that the Dragon Sword can last this time is related to the strength attached to it, and the strength of the Emperor Fu should have been much longer than that of Mo Xiaoyang and the others. But the ordinary blade suffered his innate true qi, plus the collision when he fought against the opponent. This broken sword has long been shattered. It's just that it's wrapped in strength, so it doesn't spread out in mid-air.

"This is ......" Duan Yanqing muttered, obviously remembering the methods of the Lingnan swordsman when Huang Fu Yan fought Mo Xiaoyang last time. In my heart, I knew that the person in front of me was talented, but it was really not something I could measure, and I was already retired. His ventriloquist is amazing, he can spread the sound and gather it into a line.

The technique of converging sound into a line is not unusual, and anyone with high skill in the rivers and lakes can do it. However, his ventriloquist technique can be transmitted to several people at the same time, and the distance is far away, which is much beyond the ordinary sound transmission technique.

Ye Erniang and Yue Laosan, who were standing in the south and north, were stunned at the same time, obviously getting his signal. Soon, the three of them gathered together without showing a look.

Shangguan Yunxin didn't know that his alliance already had the idea of getting out of trouble, new hatred and old hatred, and looked at Huangfu Yan and said coldly: "Hmph, Mo Xiaoyang, that old thing who is as timid as a mouse actually told you all these stunts!"

As he spoke, he looked at the corpses of Hong Jiu and Xiang Wanghai, and the fierce light appeared: "I'm curious, how did you escape the thunder and fire disaster last time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand to the group of soldiers behind him.

A leader-like officer let out a strange roar, and sixteen warriors in strong armor had fallen on the high walls on both sides, pulling a huge net towards the emperor's funeral.

At this time, it was the time of nightfall, in the darkness, and the net was transparent, until the emperor was trapped by the cover, he could not see the appearance of the net clearly.

Duan Yanqing saw that he was extraordinary, and said with a look of surprise: "Heavenly silk!"

Shangguan Yunxin said proudly: "Yes, it is made of the legendary heavenly silk that is invulnerable to water and fire!"

Ye Erniang's eyes shrank, and she subconsciously said: "How many days of silk do you need, the value of this net is ......" The value is naturally immeasurable, just a silk that has been treated by secret methods is worth a thousand gold, not to mention such a big net."

Duan Yanqing sighed in his heart: Compared with the prosperity of the Central Plains, the land of Dali is simply a Xialiba person who has never seen the world.

This day, the silk has been soaked in a secret method, and the toughness is extremely strong, and ordinary blades cannot be cut at all. Huangfu Yan tried to cut it with the Qingluan Sword, but it didn't work.

Shangguan Yunxin Yin said: "Haha, Huangfu Xiao'er, don't bother, although the sword in your hand is good, but the so-called softness overcomes rigidity, this silk can't be cut with sharpness alone!"

"Really?" the emperor's sword flashed with green.

Shangguan Yunxin heard of his sword magic skill, and his heart was also bottomless, and his face changed: "Let's do it together!" As soon as the words fell, the person had already struck at the emperor.

It's just that he waited for him and Huangfu to fight against each other across the silk, and only saw Zhuge Zhonghe and Fang Weiyi's subordinates help. When he looked back, he saw that Duan Yanqing's three figures had already drifted away.

Shangguan Yunxin's face darkened, he snorted angrily, and began to continue to attack Huangfu.

The silk net of the sky could not be broken through for the time being, and the emperor was not in a hurry, he rubbed his body with the net cover and cut into the group of soldiers, and the invisible fingers in his hands were spitting. The group of soldiers was in chaos, and he led them to run around.

Soon, "Zheng Zheng!" two voices came, and the sword shadow that was ready to go suddenly rose, fluttering and flying, passing through the heavenly silk net, three feet of green mang, and suddenly came to the Jiukan acupoint on Shangguan Yunxin's chest.

"Hey......" Shangguan Yunxin only screamed halfway, and fell backwards.

The group of soldiers had no leader, and they were intimidated by the courage of the emperor's death, and fled for their lives in all directions.

Huang Fu Yan sneered, put away the heavenly silk net on his body, turned around, and with a wave of the Qingluan sword, he cut off the feet of a big man who had fallen at the end with his feet up to his knees.

There was no one else around, only a few corpses scattered all over the place.

Huangfu showed his light skills, fluttering like lightning, and after a while, he found Zhuge Zhong who was trying to run, and shouted: "Zhuge Zhong, turn around and take the sword!"

Zhuge Zhong knew that his magic bullet stunt had no effect on him, how dare he be ugly, and when he heard the cheers, he couldn't help but be terrified. At this moment, Huang Fu suddenly heard a loud shout not far away, and someone shouted: "Ahem! Donor, stop quickly." Huangfu Yan was slightly stunned, looked sideways, and saw only three fires flying over. From the light of the blazing fire, it was clear that there were three bald-headed yellow-shirted monks running towards them. The three monks are very high-level, each holding a torch in his hand, and because of the extremely fast speed of running, the three flames seem to be connected into three straight lines, which is quite magnificent. (To be continued.) )