Everyone in the Lingnan Sword Sect was startled at first, but they quickly calmed down under the command of the old man in black. While Huangfu was hiding from the hidden weapon, more than two dozen disciples formed a circle and trapped him in the core, and the situation was tense.

Huangfu Yan laughed loudly, his body moved, and soon consumed the hidden weapons of these people. Without waiting for the other party to bully close, he suddenly attacked, and grabbed the opportunity first, Qingluan's sword flashed, attacking the black-clothed old man who commanded the disciples to make moves in the right rear, turned around, took out his sword, and pounced, all in one go, and the lightning flashed.

The old man in black didn't care about the messy true qi in his body, he flew up, sideways to avoid Huangfu Yan's sword, and the long sword swung quickly, slashing at the opponent's neck! At the same time, he inhaled and punched with all his left hand and struck Huangfu Yan in the chest.

But the swordsman's intuition clearly told him that his sword punch was bound to miss, as if he was dealing with a ghost wandering the world.

Sure enough, Huang Fu Yan moved to avoid his long sword, laughed strangely, and let his fist fall on him. The strange force of the stars turned sticky and turned, and this punch actually grazed Huangfu's body and hit the old man in black himself.

The old man in black was originally a wise person, and his five senses were even more acute after his internal strength, and as soon as he punched out, he already felt that something was wrong, and he forcibly withdrew his fist strength by three points, and turned his wrist around, but he was still caught off guard by his fist, and with a wow, he vomited a mouthful of blood.

The Qingluan sword in Huangfu Yan's hand flipped over, like a lonely meteor in the night sky, drawing a perfect arc of death in the air, and continued to extend forward.

The two disciples who were close to the black-clothed old man tried desperately to avoid it, but it was as if they were being fixed under their feet, and it was difficult to move. He was like a lamp moth and disappeared into the brilliant sword light.

The two flying canopies of blood sprayed the old man in black all over his head.

"Kill ......" Huangfu shouted loudly, and the sword qi flew in the sky. Kill the rest of the disciples of the Lingnan Sword Sect!

Everyone couldn't avoid it, so they simply went all out. Fight for your life!

Mo Xiaoyang and Yan Qingfeng realized that the catastrophe was coming, and they each used their internal strength to eject several broken blades and shoot them at the emperor who was on a killing spree.

The cold air was approaching, and the emperor suddenly withdrew his sword, and blocked the flying sword that the two suddenly issued with his backhand.

The hearts of the disciples who escaped were relieved at the same time, but they also knew that this was the best opportunity to make a move, so they immediately concentrated their strength and attacked with all their might.

Attacks came from all directions. The emperor was not afraid of danger, the sword technique in his hand danced, and a circle of green mangs protected his body. Dodge to avoid a flying broken sword, let the move counterattack, and the "Wild Eagle Flapping Wings" of Xiangxi Yunxiao Village came easily, and split the right back of the person behind him.

When the disciple on the right saw it, he used a move of the Lingnan Sword Sect, "Hanmei Turui", and cooperated with his companion on the left to attack the flank. The man on the left got a look, and roared. A "Lingnan breeze", a response, menacing. The old man in black lost no time in flying forward, and the long sword in his hand was as fast as thunder. A vest pointing to the Emperor's Death. The rest of them all took out their own stunts and rushed out of the seams. The sword thundered, attacking the upper, middle and lower three sets of the emperor's death.

Huangfu Yan roared: "It's good!" Qingluan's sword shook. Pulled out of the waist and abdomen of the man behind him, and swept around. Whisk to the crowd around you. The enemy was outnumbered, and the emperor was naturally unable to parry, but he had already run the sword moves that occasionally fell on his body, and was rebounded by a strange force, and immediately changed the direction of the opponent's blades and fists, making it suffer by itself.

The disciple on the right was shattered by the emperor's death, and his face was sluggish. The person on the left was bounced back by the Douzhuan Star, and the blade of the sword turned and landed on his chest, and he fell forward with a "whew". The long sword of the old man in black was also bounced back, but his skill was profound, and he was stunned to trap the sword momentum, but it was inserted into the abdomen of the sluggish disciple on the right side, almost passing through his back.

This time the change was too fast, everyone was too late to recruit, and the swordsmanship in Huangfu Yan's hand did not stop, in the blink of an eye, these people were either killed by him, or killed by themselves, and occasionally there were those who took over the power of the Dou Zhuan Star Shift, and they were quickly injured and killed by their companions who attacked at the same time!

The sword stopped, the wind breathed, the entire copper tower became blood-colored, but the emperor's body was not stained with a single star of blood, and the Qingluan sword was reborn in blood, with great brilliance and flashing electric rainbows.

After all, the old man in black couldn't avoid Huangfu's fierce swordsmanship, his right hand desperately covered his throat, blood gushed out like a spring from his fingers, the black clothes on his chest had already been dyed scarlet, his left hand stretched out, the void was scratched, the blood foamed in his mouth overflowed, and a terrible rattling sound: "Fight the stars!"

Huangfu Yan looked awe-inspiring, took three steps back, and with a "bang", the old man in black fell at his feet, and after a few convulsions, he spasmed and died.

Mo Xiaoyang and Yan Qingfeng looked at the bloodstains around them, and they were shocked. This time-longing, stormy fight shocked the two of them. Seeing that the emperor's death was approaching step by step, in addition to terror, there was also an extremely resentful flame in his eyes.

"Little thief, although you have destroyed my Lingnan Sword Sect, as soon as the news of the reappearance of the rivers and lakes comes out, there will be no peace!" Mo Xiaoyang shouted.

"Haha! Don't worry, I've been flowing all the way through the sword mountain and the sea of fire, and I'm still afraid of you clowns who jump off the beam!" Huang Fu Yan looked calm, and the blade of the sword slashed across his neck.

Yan Qingfeng's heart trembled, snorted coldly, and began to close his eyes and wait for death!

"Grandpa!" a crisp voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Huang Fu Yan looked back and saw that it was a girl of about sixteen years old, looking at the situation inside the copper tower with a frightened face, and her eyes were full of nervousness.

Finding Huangfu's gaze, the woman trembled, grabbed the corner of her clothes, and took a few steps back. Soon, he came up again and said weakly, "Please...... Don't kill my grandpa!"

"Jing'er, go away, leave me alone......" Yan Qingfeng was in a hurry, which touched the wound in his heart, and he grinned in pain.

"Please, spare my grandfather's life, I'...... I am willing to be a cow and a horse to repay your kindness!" The little girl saw that Huangfu was not as ferocious as she imagined, and her courage was a lot stronger, and she said with a stubborn face.

"Really?" Huang Fu Yan looked playful and put away the Qingluan Sword!

"Huangfu Yan, if you dare to touch her, the old man will not let you go!"

Huangfu shrugged his shoulders: "Your name is Yan Jing?"

"Yes...... Yes!" replied in a trembling voice.

"Jing'er, this person has destroyed our Lingnan Sword Sect, even if we die, we will never beg him for mercy!" Yan Qingfeng said, coughed a few times, and continued: "You are the daughter-in-law of the Mo family, how can you ...... How can you ......?" he said, coughing up another mouthful of blood.

Yan Jing shed tears: "Are the Mo family's father and son dead, I won't marry into the Mo family!" said, looked at Huangfu Yan and said: "As long as my grandfather spares my grandfather's life, I can do anything!"

"You ......" The beard of the clear and elegant words was straight, and it took a long time before he sighed: "The Mo family has been very kind to the old man, even if it is a big deal, we can't forget it!"

"But you don't know who is Mo Dashao, the singers hidden in the maze in front of you are all his women, and you can't bear to watch your granddaughter jump into the fire pit!"

"He is the young master of the Lingnan Sword Sect, what does it matter if he has three wives and four concubines!"

......

Huang Fu Yan looked playful and broke the conversation between the two: "It's not impossible to spare your grandfather's life, but you have to persuade him to stop working for the Lingnan Sword Sect!"

"Little thief, ...... you" Yan Qingfeng glanced at him fiercely, and spit out another mouthful of blood.

"Grandpa, can't you say a few words, you are a lot older, can you revive the Lingnan Sword Sect?"

Yan Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, thinking of the disciples who had fled, and sighed helplessly.

Yan Jing said again: "You have been in retreat for many years, I don't know how many bad things the master has done over the years, and it is no longer the 'Lingnan First Sword' that was famous for his chivalry ten years ago!"

Yan Qingfeng was silent for a while, just from the performance of these disciples, it could be seen that Mo Xiaoyang had indeed changed. He himself is already a person who has half a foot in the coffin, but Jing is still young. (To be continued.) )