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"Up, there's no mercy!" the stout middle-aged man waved his hand, his voice cold. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

His body did not move, and more than thirty people behind him moved at the same time, and his legs kicked violently, like a spring shooting out, catching up with the fifteen disciples of the Infinite Sword.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding ......" The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, the sound was crisp and dense, as if a sound had passed, and the aftermath echoed endlessly.

The fifteen disciples collided with more than thirty people, and more than thirty people immediately surrounded the fifteen disciples, the sword light was fierce, the cold light was forested, and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply.

Xiao Yuesheng stood with his hands in his hands, and Rong Ziju stood behind him, staring at the fight in the field with a worried face, his whole body was tense, and his right hand pressed the hilt of the sword, drawing the sword at any time.

Xiao Yuesheng's expression was calm, everything in front of him seemed insignificant, and he glanced at the other side, where there were five people who did not move.

The sturdy middle-aged man squinted his eyes slightly, making him even smaller, his gaze was gloomy and cold, staring at Xiao Yuesheng, like a cobra staring at him.

Behind him stood four people, all middle-aged, with indifferent and restrained eyes, as if they were numb to everything in life and the world, and there was no joy or sorrow on one face, as if they were wearing a mask.

The five of them stared at Xiao Yuesheng, and after a while, they slowly walked over.

Surrounded by fierce fighting, swords and swords, when they passed, they walked leisurely, their movements were calm and slow, their brows did not wrinkle, and they were not worried that the sword would have no eyes and hurt themselves.

"Master, I'll deal with it!" Rong Ziju took a step forward with his sword, his eyes were sharp and sharp, and he snorted in a low voice.

Xiao Yuesheng stopped with his hand, shook his head and said, "Uncle Shi, rest, I'll come in person!"

"Boss......" Rong Ziju turned his head, his eyes softened.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled, the corners of his mouth curled slightly: "The Iron Blood Gang, the name is unknown, it must not be underestimated, I will meet them for a while!"

Rong Ziju heard the meaning of the words, he was not the opponent of the five people, nodded, retreated silently, his eyes became sharp again, staring at the field, no longer looking at the five people.

Xiao Yuesheng took two steps forward and looked at the five people: "Don't say more nonsense, just do it!"

The middle-aged man squinted his eyes slightly, looked at Xiao Yuesheng for a moment, pulled the corners of his mouth, seemed to smile, and then nodded heavily, and shouted: "Kill!"

This shout, the voice was dull, like a heavy hammer hitting the drum, the heart jumped when I heard it, and the consciousness was snatched, but the blood of his own side was full of blood, and the spirit and spirit rose to the peak.

"Qiang ......" five silver exercises rose instantly, like a white rainbow passing through the sky, drawing a silver arc, and slashed towards Xiao Yuesheng.

Under the morning sun, the sword light flickered, like six silver dragons swooping down.

Xiao Yuesheng took a step forward, rushed into the middle of the five people, and slapped out with a "hum" palm, making a strange sound, like a faint dragon roar.

He was secretly happy in his heart, his palm, he had to descend the dragon eighteen palms of Samadhi, his internal strength was several times deeper than Qiao Feng's, and the palm wind was more violent, as if it had torn the air restraints, making a strange sound.

In the roar of the dragon, the left palm was slapping a knife, "dang" a crisp sound, the knife light converged, and the silver Jiao disappeared, revealing its true body.

He immediately retracted his palm, and his right palm struck out at the same time, and there was another dragon roar, and with a "dang" sound, he slapped a knife and scattered his sword light.

The two of them quickly retreated and withdrew from the battle circle, their originally indifferent and numb faces showing a look of consternation, and they looked down at the knife.

At this time, only the handle of the two long knives remained, and the blade had disappeared.

Xiao Yuesheng slapped his palm, then turned around and faced the rest of the people, they wanted to make another knife, but the long knife was light, and the blade body turned into fragments and fell to the ground.

With such a palm, they had never seen it before, and their hearts were like turbulent waves, and for a while, they lost the courage to do it and immediately withdrew.

In the midst of lightning, they thought that without the blade, it would be tantamount to death rather than empty-handed, and his palm was as fast as lightning, and he was just to the yang, and he was so powerful that he was afraid that he would not be able to catch a single move.

The other three swung their knives even faster, the sword light was like a match, the cold air was pressing, and the knife did not leave Xiao Yuesheng's vital point.

The knife is sharp and fast, but it is erratic and weird, and the angle is always different, often in unexpected places, and it is impossible to prevent it.

They were afraid of Xiao Yuesheng's palms, and their knife skills were erratic, and they did everything possible to avoid his palms, which were vicious and extremely powerful.

Xiao Yuesheng stepped on Ling Bo's slight steps, calmly and with a faint smile.

He was not in a hurry to strike, and struck out one palm after another, forcing them to do their best, and the wind in his palm whirred, carrying the sound of a dragon's roar, either low or high-pitched, as if there was really a giant dragon hovering in the void.

Rong Ziju pressed the hilt of his sword, glanced at it occasionally, and stared at the other side most of the time, ready to rush to the rescue.

Fifteen people dealt with more than thirty people, and these people each had their own swordsmanship, sharpness, and mastery, Rong Ziju was secretly worried.

As for the master, he was not worried, he secretly thought in his heart, the head of the house has strong internal strength, the abyss is as deep as the sea, and the moves are exquisite, I am afraid that he is invincible in the world, even if he is one enemy and five, it is more than enough.

The most worried are still fifteen disciples.

But after watching it for a while, he put his mind at ease, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and inexplicably surged with a wave of surprise, staring at the field.

Just started before, the fifteen disciples were a little jerky, and the four of them besieged it, and their sword skills were fierce and fierce, as if they didn't care about life and death, but only wanted to hurt the enemy.

Their knife skills are fierce and ruthless, which is unguardable.

Fortunately, after a few moves, the hard work in Ping Yue was revealed, and the immeasurable fifteen disciples seemed to instinctively cast the immeasurable eight swords, and as soon as the immeasurable eight swords came out, they were naturally in a comfortable mood and moved calmly.

Infinite eight swords, there are fast and slow, the fast sword is like thunder and lightning, the momentum is like a thunderbolt, and the slow sword is like a gentle wind and drizzle, elegant and chic.

They usually practice their swords hard, and at this time they show their power, and each sword comes from instinct, wielding it at will, and it is all powerful.

After a few moves, in a team of two, the four opponents were blocked, and it was not difficult for any opponent to be as light as lightning, and he could still be calm.

Seeing this, Rong Ziju was open-minded, and the hand holding the sword was released, and he was surprised in his heart, he didn't expect the disciples to enter the realm like this for a while.

"Good knife technique!" Xiao Yuesheng laughed, his body suddenly accelerated, and with a "whoop", the sound of the dragon's roar sounded, and the two palms slapped two knives respectively.

"Dangdang" two crisp sounds, he abandoned it, and turned to another person, it was the middle-aged man with the thought, and his knife skills were the most clever.

"Woo", the right palm slapped down, and the long knife was unavoidable, as if he was just waiting, waiting for his long knife to be sent to the door.

"Dang" made a crisp sound, and he swung down the knife one after another, the long knife was not cracked, and the knife was as bright as ice.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled lightly, and when he slapped it just now, he knew that this knife was extraordinary, it was a treasure knife, indestructible, and sharpened like clay.

If you want to destroy, it is also easy, as long as you slap it again, it will turn into a feminine force, and the rigidity and softness will be enough to shatter it.

Such a treasure knife was shattered like this, but it was a pity that he had regarded it as something in his own pocket, and he was a little reluctant.

He turned his palm into his fingers and stroked it gently, like waving his hand to the five strings, soft and graceful, his movements were chic and elegant, and his face was slightly smiling.

The middle-aged man's right wrist was numb, his fingers were suddenly unconscious, and he couldn't help but let go, the treasure knife flickered, and he fell off his hand.

As soon as he copied it with his left hand, he was about to catch it, but the treasure knife fluttered, making him grab it with his left hand, fly away with a breath, and fall into Xiao Yuesheng's palm.

Xiao Yuesheng held the knife in his right hand, and gently stroked the back of the knife with his left hand, looking at the faint pattern of the knife blade, and in the flickering light, a chrysanthemum loomed.

He exclaimed, "Good knife!"

The middle-aged man's face sank, this is his family heirloom knife, sharpening iron like clay, family heirloom knife method with this family heirloom knife, like a tiger with wings, infinite power, never invincible.

The cold light flashed in his eyes, and his left hand suddenly flicked, and a canopy of blue light suddenly enveloped Xiao Yuesheng, extremely close, and there was no way to avoid it.

Xiao Yuesheng frowned, and with a wave of the long knife, he drew an arc, which was snow-white, and the blue light in the sky suddenly folded, changed direction, and rushed towards the treasure knife, like iron filings meeting magnets.

He sucked the hidden weapon with the sticky character of Tai Chi, and looked down to see that the knife was covered with tiny whiskers, densely packed, and the blue light flashed.

Seeing this blue light, the anger in his heart rose, and the blade of the knife was shocked, and suddenly the blue light flew up and shot back, and the middle-aged man was stunned, and suddenly saw the blue light cover, and he couldn't dodge.

"Ahh

These blue-watery whisker needles carried Xiao Yuesheng's internal force, which was extremely fast, he had no way to dodge, and directly pierced into his body, and the poison attacked.

He screamed, and hurriedly reached into his arms, and there was a blue porcelain bottle in his hand.

(To be continued)