Devil Sword in Jianghu

A sword was wielded, and the sharp sword Qi broke through the air with a sound. The red sword awned in the past, and a fallen leaf silently turned into two halves, surging and flying.

Hao Lianjing felt a chill in his heart. He breathed out and made a sound. He sank his waist and rode his horse. His two guns crossed and his swords crossed. There was a loud noise of "Zheng" and sparks splashed.

Hao Lianjing's short gun has a dark handle, which is made of refined iron and is as thick as a duck's egg. When the sword came down, he felt the sword attack on his face. A short gun broke in response to the sound. As the traceless wrist turned, the Xuantian magic sword flashed a dark red fluorescent light and flashed across the important hole in the "Quchi" of his left hand. His arm hurt. He couldn't help but release the short gun in his hand and fell into the dust with a clank.

No trace could not allow him to have a chance to breathe. He bullied his body and took a sudden shot with the thunder in his left palm.

The palm wind is cold, with the sound of wind and thunder.

Hao Lianjing couldn't think about it. He waved his left hand to meet him.

With a crisp sound of "pa", the air was surging. Hao Lianjing shook his body, "pedaling" stepped back several steps, and his chest fluctuated sharply. A chill came from his left hand and quickly spread upward along his arm. He was shocked. He raised his palm and saw a thin layer of white frost on his palm.

The palm shocked his blood and blood. The wound stabbed by the traceless sword also caused blood to surge because of the palm. That chill made him more frightened, and his eyes showed a color of surprise and doubt. He looked at the long sword and pointed to his traceless.

"Xuanming divine palm?"

He was surprised and asked, and then sneaked his internal power to resist the cold. The frost on his palm gradually faded, and there was no obstacle to the movement of Qi and blood. And looking at Xiang's traceless palm, it's white and crystal, not like using any poisonous palm.

"Order your men to retreat immediately! Otherwise, I will not show mercy under the sword! "

No trace said in a deep voice. The fierce murderous look in his eyes suddenly made Hao Lianjing feel a trace of fear.

One sword broke the gun and one palm drove him back. The boy in front of him seemed much more powerful than he knew.

But he soon calmed down, his right hand had been broken, the short gun with the gun head pointed to no trace, and said in a deep voice: "this seat has not been defeated!"

Immediately, a step forward at the foot, the iron gun broke through the air, and there was a sound. It was urgent and traceless in front of my chest.

No trace waved his sword to meet him, and the guns and swords intersected again. "Jingling" instantly fought more than a dozen back and forth.

Although Hao Lianjing was injured, he was still very brave. A broken short gun made a few moves, rolled on the spot, picked up another short gun left on the ground at the beginning, and forced him to Wuji again.

The traceless long sword was wielded to dissolve more than a dozen guns he had been attacking. In the twinkling of an eye, Mo Ge was forced to retreat by Beidao Han Li and another man in black wearing a doll's smiling face mask. He was already covered with blood in white. He was cold in his heart. After a clear roar, the long sword in his hand urged him to defend for the attack, forcing Hao Lianjing to retreat several steps, Then he raised his voice and said, "everyone withdraw to the wall!"

After a round of fighting, the disciples of Chenyuan Pavilion almost lost their fighting spirit. With the heroes falling down from time to time, no trace knows that if they fight again, they will be killed by the people of Tianmo sect.

Although Hao Lianjing is not his opponent, if he wants to control him, he has to do at least 50 moves. Although the move just took him by surprise and hurt him, now he is also careful. Moreover, there are many experts of Tianmo sect, and they may rush to help at any time. If they can't control Hao Lianjing at that time, they will put everyone in danger.

Rong Fei roared, slapped a man in black back, and shouted, "go back, old flower son, you'll be cut off!"

When you enter the general altar of XueYue cult, there is a ditch three feet wide. If you are not a person with good lightness skills, you can't fly over at all. And after passing the ditch, there is a wall three feet high. There is no place to stand under the wall. At a height of nearly five feet, you need extreme lightness skills to fly up.

A hanging door was the only channel. The heroes rushed to the hanging door one after another. Rong Fei and Shuangxiong roared and tried their best to cut off the rear for them.

Jia Qiankun on the city wall nervously looked at the heroes who bravely retreated, slowly raised his left hand and was ready to order the crossbow archer to launch the mechanism crossbow at any time.

Without trace, he waved a sword, dodged and retreated, blocked left and right with Rong Fei, Shuangxiong, Mo Ge, Wuwei immortal, Chen Chengliu and others, so that the heroes could retreat safely.

A man in black wielded his sword and stabbed at Wuji. When Xuantian's magic sword waved, a residual shadow passed by. The man snorted and fell to the ground with a sword in his chest.

Chen Chengliu was entangled by two men in black. The two men had excellent sword skills. Within ten moves, Chen Chengliu was in frequent danger. One man's long sword stabbed out. Seeing that he was difficult to dodge, a man suddenly shouted behind him: "don't hurt him, he is the leader of Hengshan!"

They stopped almost at the same time and dodged back.

This cry came from another man in black. Traceless immediately looked at him. Because of his voice, he felt very familiar with the man in black who almost killed Tang Qi with a sword when he was in Guiyang.

The man in black also took a sharp look at traceless, flashed up and rushed to traceless.

Traceless waved his long sword and picked away the sword he stabbed.

"I haven't seen you for a few years. Your sword skills have improved a lot!"

The man's tone was gloomy. His long sword was as fast as lightning and stabbed several swords.

Traceless waved his sword to dissolve it, and he felt a chill in his heart. Because of the other party's sword technique, he also had a feeling of deja vu. This kind of deja vu is not the sense of familiarity that he had seen him perform the same sword technique when he was in Guiyang, but that he had seen other people perform the same sword technique.

The two quickly passed more than a dozen swords. The man in black fought faster and faster. The double swords kept fighting. Once the five moves passed, the traceless eyes lit up.

Yes, this is Emei's Jinding 72 style! He saw Zhong Buwei at the martial arts competition in the earthly edge Pavilion.

"Are you an elder of Emei sect?"

He asked suspiciously. But the man only snorted coldly and didn't answer. The sword in his hand was fierce and relentless, and rushed to no trace.

In Guiyang, traceless was definitely not his opponent, but now traceless is not what it used to be. He saw that the other party didn't answer, and the long sword in his hand hurried. After a sudden sound of gold and iron attack, a dull hum accompanied the flying of the doll's smiling face mask. The man was hit by the sword on his right shoulder, and the mask was carried off by a traceless sword.

He seemed to be greatly frightened. He immediately flashed back and castrated like electricity, but the moment his mask was lifted off, he was still withdrawn to the bridge, and the clock who inadvertently turned around was not seen.

Zhong Buwei was shocked and blurted out, "big brother!"

But the man in black was castrated like electricity and had withdrawn in the twinkling of an eye.

At this time, the heroes had basically retreated into the city, wielded the traceless long sword, and stabbed them under the sword. In the roar of the double bears, a man in black with a doll smiling face mask was torn in half by their brother.

Hao Lianjing waved a short gun and rushed to traceless. Traceless shouted, "get off the bridge!"

In the sound of the words, he greeted Hao Lianjing with a sword, and the two fought together again.

Jia Qiankun was stunned when he heard traceless drinking. He looked down and saw that all the heroes had passed the suspension bridge. Only traceless, Wuwei real person, Shuangxiong, Rong Fei, Chen Chengliu and Mo Ge stood at the head of the bridge to resist the enemy.

He knows that these people are the top experts today. Even if the suspension bridge is closed, they can return to the city.

He immediately shouted, "get off the bridge!"

Several XueYue sect disciples turned the winch and the suspension bridge rose slowly.

Although there are 200 people in Tianmo sect, they are blocked by these experts at the end of the bridge and can't get close to them.

Mo GE's killing moves are stacked. The autumn wind knife is like the wind. It has cut down more than a dozen people in a row. In addition to the experts wearing smiling face masks, others are vulnerable in front of them. However, they are numerous, and everyone is tired. They are more or less injured. After a long war, they must lose.

Seeing that the suspension bridge had risen more than half, he shouted, "withdraw!"

Mo Ge, Rong Fei and others moved in response, flew back, put their feet on the suspension bridge, flew back and forth, and floated up the wall.

The long sword in traceless's hand urged him to attack several swords and drove Hao Lianjing back for a walk.

Several experts of the Tianmo sect flew up and chased the suspension bridge. With a roar, they shook their arms and flew away like lightning.

The long sword was wielded in the air, and a dark red sword was cut horizontally in the air. Those people waved their swords to block the attack, but the traceless sword was sent by the Xuantian magic sword inspired by the blue fall magic skill. It was really powerful. Several people were swept by the domineering sword. In the muffled hum, blood rain drifted and their clothes were broken!

Several birds with human figures like arrows fell one after another.

Another man broke his drink and flew up. His body and sword flew into the air and stabbed at no trace.

When a sword without trace was wielded, it was almost done with all its strength. At this time, when it was poor, it was hard to dodge seeing a sword stabbing like lightning.

Mo Ge and Jia Qiankun exclaimed, "master!"

I saw traceless palms, clothes flying all over and long hair flying!

The sword of the man in black came like a strong wind. He saw that it was approaching him less than three feet, but he only heard a light sound of "wave". The sword was like stabbing on a flexible soft wall. It went forward half a foot and was immediately bounced back. The traceless ape arm was relaxed, and the mysterious devil sword suddenly stabbed!

With a stuffy hum, the man stared, watched the Xuantian magic sword stab into his chest, and watched the long sword draw out, blood gushing, but there was no blood on the traceless sword!

He flew backward on his back. To his death, he didn't understand why his sharp sword met an invisible resistance, and he also let his stabbed sword bounce back.

With the blood rain falling, the figure fell, and traceless twisted in the air. The body that had fallen was pulled several feet higher, gently on the hanging door, and flew up the wall like a pengbird.

Master Zhiyun and Wuwei immortal standing on the wall looked at each other, and Wuwei immortal said, "protect your body and vigorous Qi?"

Master Zhiyun nodded gently. Just now, Wuji blocked a sword stabbed by his opponent with his body protecting gangqi. It's really incredible!