Holding a sword in his hand is always better than having a sword in his hand, but Qiu Xin's martial arts are stronger than these demon sect members, except for a few people, no one else is his opponent.

Even though Yan Yi and the others were able to compete with Qiu Xin, Qiu Xin's light skills were far superior to them, and his steps were extremely sharp, just kill those who were weaker than himself, watching one person after another fall in front of him, Qiu Xin felt an inexplicable pleasure in his heart.

When he was outside Shilixiang Village, Qiu Xin killed the besieging enemy with a long knife, and he was lured by Lu Yun, and all kinds of emotions broke out in his heart, so bloodthirsty, he killed thirty or forty people, and he didn't realize it in his heart.

To this day, the demon cultists are besieging the altar, and the anger in his heart is not as strong as it was then, but he is also faintly obsessed with this feeling, and every time he falls, Qiu Xin feels a little happy in his heart.

Perhaps even he didn't realize it, but unconsciously, the bloodthirsty desire had taken root in his heart, and he only felt that these people should be killed, but it was difficult to think why these people should be killed.

It wasn't until later, when the people in front of him were dying more and more, that Yan Yi was so shocked that he let the weaker disciples step aside and fight against Qiu Xin with a few slightly stronger subordinates.

Qiu Xin was already red-eyed at this time, and the sword in his hand was the sword in his heart, and the four-colored true qi in his body was spurting thin, and the places where the hidden spirit trick could not be integrated were also unconsciously clear.

At this time, he also truly comprehended the first layer of the Hidden Spirit Technique, and there was no longer a jerky feeling, as he became more and more courageous, he confronted Yan Ji head-on, and the knife in his hand was also cut out of the gap by Yan Ji's ring knife.

Qiu Xin is like a monster, he doesn't know how to do it, the few people who besieged him are becoming more and more frightened, and they gradually feel unbearable after a long fight, and Qiu Xin's four-colored eyes look very weird.

On the other side, the white tiger is like a flock of sheep. Under the siege of all the Demon Sect disciples, the steel claws made a ping-pong sound every time they touched the sword.

Not long ago, there were more than a dozen disciples who died in the mouth of the White Tiger, and at this time, those disciples were already very scared in their hearts, seeing that the battle between Yan Ji and Qiu Xin was intensifying, they could only barely resist the White Tiger.

Those Miao people saw that Qiuxin was one person and one tiger, and they stopped everyone. The fear in their hearts was greatly reduced, and they were already numerous, and at this time, many people stood up, picked up the hunting tools in their hands, and joined the war group.

But by the time they looked for the short man, he was gone, "Lord Priest, Han Gang is gone!" The priest's eyes flickered, and he kept staring at the battle group of Qiu Xin's several people.

"Han Gang did this great rebellion. You lead the hunting team, guard the area around the wall, and you must capture him. Luan Ji took dozens of hunters, got off the altar, and hurried to the entrance of the village.

There are many brave people among the Miao people, although they missed the opportunity under the collusion between Han Gang and the Demon Sect, they were surrounded here, and at this time the determination to defend the village increased greatly. Joining the White Tiger to shoot with him, he immediately gained the upper hand.

The disciples of the Demon Sect were defeated one after another. Yan Xuan, who was fighting with Qiu Xin on the side, saw that the general trend was gone, and he was furious in his heart, it was Qiu Xin who had ruined his business, and suddenly shook the ring knife in his hand, and shouted, "You block him first." ”

Let's talk about it. Yan Xuan's face was flushed, and his whole body became taller, Qiu Xin's heart tightened when he saw this, this was clearly Nie Heng's practice in the grotto.

Qiu Xin's feet moved rapidly, and he raised his knife to take Yan Xuan's head. Yan Xuan's eyes were fixed on Qiu Xin, and when those subordinates saw this, they did not hesitate to block in front of Yan Xin.

As the saying goes, three people become tigers, under such a big offensive by Qiu Xin, and then face a life and death crisis, the cooperation between several people is getting closer and closer, there are always people who continue to harass Qiu Xin, and someone blocks Qiu Xin where Qiu Xin goes.

Trapped Qiu Xin within three zhang, although Qiu Xin was anxious, but the move was not chaotic, and he injured another person under the big opening and closing, but the knife in his hand had been curled, and he couldn't cut it no matter what.

Qiu Xin's eyes were cold, the strength of his arms increased suddenly, and the disciple screamed miserably, but Qiu Xin turned a deaf ear and cut off half of his arm with a bladed knife.

Suddenly, blood gushed out, dripping on the black stone surface, penetrating in a little bit, and he had lost his combat power under the extreme pain, Qiu Xin stepped forward quickly, and broke the person's throat with the back of the knife, until he died, there was still infinite terror in his eyes.

The splashed blood stained Qiu Xin's clothes and face, and when he looked at a few people again, several of them took a deep breath and raised their knives.

Or they gradually lost the courage to resist under the fear of death, these people are Yan Xuan's right-hand men, all of them are ruthless, and no one flinched at this time.

The time of a stick of incense is like three autumns, several people have cold sweat on their foreheads, and their strength has gone by seven or eight points, at this time, Yan Yi still maintained a slight squatting posture, and the clothes on his body were torn suddenly.

The muscles on his body were bulging, and the dark red silk threads on it were dense, and the whole body was densely packed, and at this time, the priest who was watching from the sidelines frowned slightly, and said to himself in some surprise, "Dark Gu, no wonder ......"

He looked at Qiu Xin again, Qiu Xin's moves in his hands were interlocking at this time, not giving the people facing the battle the slightest chance, if it weren't for the knife in his hand was tantamount to a stick, those people would have died.

But even so, several people were already covered in blood, and another person was knocked off by Qiu Xin's sternum and lay on the ground, and Yan Ji slowly walked over.

At this time, Qiu Xin looked at Yan Yan carefully, and his body became a full double, but it was not like Nie Heng's state at that time, Nie Heng was in Jinhui, not like him with surging blood.

He walked unusually slowly, but he crossed the distance of more than three zhang in a few steps, and the few people who fought fiercely with Qiu Xin were all happy when they saw this, and the person closest to Qiu Xin was surprised, and Qiu Xin took away the sharp blade in his hand and slashed along his neck.

The man covered the blade with both hands, blood gushed from his mouth, and he read in a very unclear voice, "Demon King, you are a demon..."

Seeing this, the corners of Qiu Xin's mouth raised slightly, put this person's weapon in front of him, and said, "Good sword." "This man's weapon has been fighting with Qiu Xin for so long, but there is no trace of it, and there is still a bright light under the sun, but it is a good sword made of fine iron.

Due to the change in body shape, the expression on Yan Yi's face was stiff and unchangeable at this time, and his speech was slurred, and he said, "You kill my disciple, damn it." He also saw that there was not much left of the men guarding the altar, either they died under the claws of the white tiger, or they were captured and tied up by the Miao people.

Yan Yi threw the ring knife on the ground, and rushed towards Qiu Xin with his bare hands, Qiu Xin stabbed the word trick with one hand, he expected that Yan Yi didn't know what exercises he used, and he might become stronger like Nie Heng's body, so he could break it by focusing on one point.

Seeing that the long sword pierced Yan Yi's heart, but he didn't dodge, Qiu Xin felt wrong, but he still used five points of internal strength to resist the sword, five points to defend his body, thinking that no matter how strong his body was, it must be flesh and blood, and if he stabbed himself, even if it was a steel stone, he could pierce it.

But when the sharp tip of the sword stabbed into Yan Ji's body, Yan Ji's seemingly slow movements suddenly became faster, and Qiu Xin suddenly felt a strong force coming up along his arm, but the long sword did not penetrate half a minute.

Qiu Xin added another hand, four colors added to the body, the strength increased again, the long sword bent and bent, Qiu Xin suddenly withdrew his force backwards, and his hand made the splitting trick, sliding down his muscle veins, but Yan Ji completely ignored himself, his left leg forward, and his hands swept.

Qiu Xin raised his head and kicked Yan Ji in the abdomen, and suddenly felt that Yan Ji's body was as hard as a stone, and when he stepped down, he felt a faint pain.

He immediately retracted his legs, but Yan Yi's arms failed to touch his upper body, but at this time he grabbed down in the air, Qiu's heart and body were on his back, and the long sword in his hand stabbed to the ground, and the whole person flew into the air.

Yan Xin's eyes were weird, and he didn't catch Qiu Xin again, but he was not in a hurry, Qiu Xin used the stabbing trick and the splitting trick twice in succession, but it didn't work, and it couldn't hurt him.

Yan Yi chased after him again, Qiu Xin's eyes were even more fierce, the four-colored eyes were like chaos, and the killing weapon was accompanied by the rich evil qi on his body at this time, and he was unwilling to deal with Yan Xin, so he chose to fight head-on.

Qiu Xin's swordsmanship was superb, and he used dozens of sword moves in the Divine Sword Technique to replace him, stabbing Yan Ji all over his body, but he was not injured in a single place, and Yan Ji failed to catch him.

In desperation, the four-colored true qi in Qiu Xin's body came out, and the four-colored dragon and tiger hovered above his arms, Yan Ji saw that the gaze in his eyes changed sharply, but the unclear words Qiu Xin could distinguish clearly, "Hidden Spirit Technique." ”

With the prestige of the hidden spirit trick, everyone in the world knows that Qiu Xin wants to break the law with force at this time, and he needs the power of the dragon and tiger, so he was seen by Yan Xuan.

Seeing that Qiu Xin was a disciple of Mount Tai, the resentment in Yan Xin's chest was even deeper, this time he came out of Miao Village with the old man of the black crow on his back, and he damaged so many people for no reason, I don't know what punishment to receive.

The people of the Demon Sect hated the most in their lives, they were the people of the Righteous Path Sect, and Yan Yi, as a member of the Demon Sect, had no less contempt for the Righteous Path in his heart, and the speed of his arms covered with red silk began to increase.

Qiu Xin tried many swords, all of them were head-to-head with Yan Ji, and he had to always be on guard against Yan Ji's offensive in his heart, plus he had been fighting for a long time before, and finally weakened at this time.

His internal strength is not as good as Yan Xuan, but with the circulation of the four-colored true qi in his body, he is born in a loop, and he has the ultimate internal strength method hidden spirit trick, so it is so extended, and he has not been exhausted for a long time.

But the drama of internal force consumption between advance and retreat is unavoidable, and it is already appalling to be able to hold on to it at this time.

Later, Qiu Xin could only blindly resist, the four colors in his eyes faded, and he gradually woke up from that terrifying and inexplicable state, and only then did he feel that his limbs were sore, and he had reached the time of exhaustion.

He was about to push to the side of the priest and the others, and this time his internal strength was exhausted, and he had not yet noticed it in his heart, but now it was difficult to use it with the thirty-six swords.

He sighed secretly in his heart, and the bloody breath on the altar also made him feel very uncomfortable, and he felt nauseated in his stomach, and then remembered that he had picked the redwood fruit, and he had not been able to heal the fetal marks on Ah Nan's face, and he was gloomy.

He glanced at the priest behind him, his eyes full of apologies, but the elderly priest was calm at the moment, and he didn't have to worry about the right talent. (To be continued.) )