The darkness before dawn, the dawn of the future, is a good time to sleep. For those who keep vigil, the present is the most tormenting and sleepy. At this moment, Chenjiazhuang woke up because of the sudden screams of a certain Zhuang Ding when he was dying. The occasional sound of blade collision stimulated the nerves of all the Chenjiazhuang people: enemy attack! enemy attack!

Everywhere was full of people, and all kinds of tragic atmospheres were permeated in this bay and valley. In the dark, people don't know how many people are in the road, this is a battle! For their own lives, but also for the lives of their clansmen! Kill, kill, kill! No one knows what happened to their relatives, no one knows who the opponent is, these are not important, the duel in the dark, there are risks everywhere, if you can't protect yourself, you will die. When it's dead, there's nothing. I don't want to die, so I can only let you die! Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill for your life, the rules of the rivers and lakes, everyone has exhausted all their strength and skills, just to kill each other, to kill the enemy.

Within a few hundred meters from the meeting hall of the outer village to the rest house of the inner village, on the roof, in the corner of the wall, and by the tree, the dark shadows swallowed up the corpses, each corpse was bloody and twisted, and the expression on the face was either hideous, or frightened, or the eyes were wide open, and there was no blindness.

"All the people of Chenjiazhuang listen to the order, work in groups of three, form a three-talent formation against the enemy, kill all the masked black-clothed people!" A roar came from the roof in the middle of the inner village, but it was Chen Xinghong, the owner of the village, holding a seven-star sword, and flew towards this side. Glancing at the audience, Chen Xinghong took a breath of truth and shouted loudly.

All the people of Chenjiazhuang listened to the order, quickly merged in pairs, and formed a three-talent formation to fight the enemy, and immediately the casualties were sharply reduced. The three-talent formation is the basic formation of the rivers and lakes, and many potential forces have drills, named after the three talents of heaven, earth and man, with both offense and defense, and all-encompassing, which can not only enhance the team's attack power, but also reduce the enemy's damage, trap the enemy and attack the enemy, and it is not happy to use it.

Seeing that all the clansmen followed the order, and the effect was remarkable, Chen Xinghong chose the nearest masked black man, and roared angrily: "Thief, dare to attack my Chenjiazhuang, take your life!" After that, with a shake of one hand, the starlight on the seven-star sword flew, Chen Xinghong jumped into the air, dozens of zhang distance, and in an instant, he raised his sword and stabbed obliquely, and made a move "Flying Immortal Outside the Sky", and went straight to the man in black on the third road.

Chen Xinghong has stood proudly in the south of the Yangtze River for decades, and people have given him the honorific name "Southern Sword", which shows how shocking his martial arts are. At this moment, he shot angrily, and the sword move was naturally fast to the extreme, and it was also ruthless to the extreme. The sword aura in the air was strong, like a thick wall of qi crushing over, and the man in black obviously stagnated, giving up the opponent, and was about to block Chen Xinghong's violent sword. Who knows, Chen Xinghong is extremely experienced, and he changed his trick halfway, changed the stab to the chip, and slashed at the arm of the man in black. The man in black was caught off guard, his moves were old, and he didn't have time to resist, only to hear a scream, a blood light sprayed, and the man in black flew into the air with one arm. Just as he was about to retreat, the original Zhuang Ding saw an opportunity, and took advantage of his panic to stand up with a sword and stab the man through the stab.

The strong man collected his sword and was about to mend the knife again, when a bright light flashed in the darkness, and flew straight towards the strong man, but he didn't know who stole a hidden weapon.

"Rats, so daring!" Chen Xinghong watched the six roads and listened to all directions, and heard the sound of breaking through the air, and handed the sword over, only to hear a "ding" sound, and knocked down the hidden weapon. But it's a bone-crushing dart. After that, between the rabbit and the falcon, he flew in the direction where the hidden weapon was flying, and pounced straight over with a few flashes.

Neizhuang to the direction of the meeting hall, there is a lake in the northwest corner, the pavilion on the lake is ringed, and a covered bridge with nine bends and eighteen bends spans the lake. On weekdays, this is a good place for women in Chenjiazhuang to enjoy the scenery. On the water surface of the lake, the rare variety of blood lotus from the snow field of the Western Regions has just opened a few blood-red lotus leaves, this flower is not more than the usual lotus flower in June, July and August, this blood lotus is blooming in winter, the flowering period is very short, the flower is blood-colored with a few traces of warm yellow, extremely rare. The "white-haired sword demon" Chen Xuanfei and his wife live near here.

That night, Chen Xuanfei, who was lying in his clothes, was shocked to hear the screams, quickly got up and drew his sword and rushed to this side. When I reached the middle of the covered bridge, a dark aura rushed from behind.

Chen Xuanfei was always on guard in his heart, and faintly felt that something was wrong under his feet, only to see him roar sharply, and when he took a breath, a Wudang three-fold wave, swaying upward, jumped seven or eight zhang high. At that time, there was a bang, and the covered bridge under Chen Xuanfei's feet cracked, and three black figures broke through the water, all of which were short-handled daggers, dark and lightless, and approached Chen Xuanfei. Feeling the faint breath, Chen Xuanfei suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.

"It's you again!" A flash of inspiration flashed in Chen Xuanfei's mind, so familiar, isn't it the method used by the group of black-clothed people when the edge of Huilongtan was inexplicably attacked that day? Because of this thorn, the water vapor stirred by this sudden attack was like a piece of cloth torn raw, and it was crushed alive. In the water shadow, three black-clothed men slammed into this sword qi with swords.

"Bang~~" The sound is as loud as hitting a bell. Chen Xuanfei's falling momentum stagnated slightly, and the turbulent air shook his white hair, which was indescribably elegant. The three black-clothed men retreated flexibly with one touch, and when they fell, they each occupied one side, and set up a three-talent formation to surround him.

All are masters!

"White-haired Sword Demon" Chen Xuanfei has a heart. These words came to mind. He is not afraid, there is no vanity under the fame, for so many years, the nickname of this "white-haired sword demon" is famous, and it is won from the fight with the evil demons.

The other party didn't speak, just surrounded him, but Chen Xuanfei concentrated on defense, stalemate for a long time, and after gradually narrowing the encirclement, one person couldn't help but slash with a knife. This knife is suitable for assassination, cutting the throat. Now this man is chopping, but his momentum is not weak, and he has a big-headed machete. Chen Xuanfei did not show weakness, the enemy does not move, I do not move, if the enemy moves, I will move first. Then he saw his body swimming under his feet, and he met the man.

"Dangdangdang" A series of weapons collided, and the two sides hit each other dozens of times in an instant. As soon as the blow turned, I saw that the man flashed back into the formation.

Chen Xuanfei was anxious in his heart, but he was dragged so much that he couldn't go to the rescue. He wanted to destroy them with one move, but the enemy was also a master, and now he had to press the vain breath in his heart and fight slowly.

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The entire Chenjiazhuang ushered in the first rays of sunshine of the day in the sound of fighting, and the sky gradually brightened. The heaven and earth that hit this attack changed color, and the sun and moon were dull. There are corpses in the village, there are people in the village, there are also masked people in black, the congealed blood scab mixed with the soil, colded by the morning dew, the air is filled with a pungent smell of blood, disgusting.

But no one paid attention to it, at this moment, in the open space of the Flying Sword Pavilion behind the inner village, the owner of the village, Chen Xinghong, led several elders, and a group of disciples cautiously surrounded the group of black-clothed people with swords. At this moment, there are still dozens of people in black, but the leader is a golden-silk black-robed man with a golden fanged mask, and the other black-clothed people all cover their faces, leaving only a pair of eyes outside.

"Chenjiazhuang, worthy of Chenjiazhuang, is really strong. The golden-silk black-robed man said in a deep voice, "However, we didn't lose. ”