The sky turned fish-belly white, and the green sword shone brightly in the early sunlight, just like a phoenix flying gracefully.
"Fall." Following the old man's slight scolding, the green swords shot down one after another, pointing directly at Wu Mo on the ground. Turning left and right, Wu Mo ran along the mountain. The green sword behind him seemed to have planted a row of wormwood, and rocks flew everywhere.
There was such a powerful person in Feiyun Sect, and his methods were not inferior to Wu Mo's, but it was beyond their expectations.
At the same time, more than a dozen people poured out of the peak one after another, led by a middle-aged man, who was the current sect leader of Feiyun Sect, Qi Guang. He looked sulky. For many years, no one had dared to come to Shaoguang Peak to cause trouble, and they even got kicked in. Are all the outer disciples dead?
There was a commotion at the foot of the mountain not long ago. He had sent people down to check, but there was still no response. I originally thought it was just some internal disharmony, but I never thought someone was causing trouble.
This cannot be blamed on the carelessness of Sect Master Qi. Over the years, Zhujuan Kingdom has never seen a practice sect being attacked. Although everyone is often nasty on weekdays, under the intimidation of the royal family, no one really dares to break the rules.
You can kill other people's sects, but others can also take action. If so, wouldn't the entire Zhujuan country's cultivation world be in chaos?
Order is the prerequisite for stability.
If these sects fight each other, it will be like two counties in the secular world quarreling and directly sending troops to start a war. You say that the royal family has nothing to do with it. Unless the royal family is too weak to suppress, no emperor will cut off the head of the governor and spread the word.
But this evil thing happened today. Until now, the head of the Qi family leader was still a little buzzing. Could it be that the royal family was a little dissatisfied with its expansion in recent years and sent people to beat it, otherwise it would not be possible. Just bring two people over to do the hard work.
Wu Mo was still avoiding the flying sword in the sky. At this moment, a black light rose from the ground, and the iron arrow roared towards the old man holding the sword in the air.
The old man snorted softly. Such mortal weapons also wanted to hurt him. Did these two warriors have water in their heads?
He waved his sleeves, ready to sweep down the long arrow that had arrived in front of him. But the long arrow actually broke through his own body-protecting aura and flew straight towards him.
What the hell is this? The old man's expression changed drastically and he quickly dodged. With a wave of his hand, the small green sword transformed into a giant sword and fell at his feet. An iron arrow passed not far behind him, and the strong wind pierced his clothes, leaving a long wound on his back.
The old man's face turned pale. This arrow could actually break the spiritual energy of the practitioner. If he hadn't dodged it in time, he might have died on the spot.
His mind was in a state of confusion, and the green sword in the air became unstable.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wu Mo ran to Shui Congyue and said, "Arrow."
Shui Congyue threw the remaining three arrows to Wu Mo. The latter did not use a bow. He flicked his hand and the long arrow disappeared in an instant. When he reappeared, he was roaring and running towards the old man.
Is this an arrow? The old man groaned in his heart. In a trance, he seemed to see an evil dragon, with its body covered in flames and its huge fangs exposed, heading straight towards him to devour the person he chose.
With Wu Mo's skill and the power of iron arrows, Shui Congyue and Wu Gen couldn't compare. The iron arrow had already arrived in front of the old man, and only then did everyone hear the thunderous sound of breaking through the sky. The heat wave generated by the friction of the arrow body forms a thick white smoke that rolls away in all directions.
In desperation, the old man had no choice but to offer a black token. This token has been kept warm for many years. It is a sharp weapon for self-defense. It is really reluctant to use it unless it is absolutely necessary.
The token rose when the wind blew, and he was able to protect it in front of the old man. After the loud noise, the token was smashed into pieces, and the long arrow was blocked and fell from the air.
Sect Leader Qi on the ground felt a thump in his heart. This old man was the eldest elder of the sect. He had been practicing with great concentration over the years and had not been involved in the secular affairs of the sect for a long time. His cultivation level was naturally the highest.
But today, he suffered repeated setbacks in front of the opponent wearing a black mask. If he loses, who among the people present today can stop him.
With a thought, Master Qi shouted to a group of inner disciples, "Sword Array." He would wait until the white-masked opponents were dealt with before going to help his elders. Although you can't fight one on one, if you can't stand it on your own territory, you can wear the opponent to death.
Soon, seven disciples formed a seven-star sword formation, surrounding Shui Congyue, while Sect Master Qi was on the side.
The seven stars were formed, and the seven people wandered away, walking through the nine palaces, stepping on the gang and fighting with each other, their swords were full of energy, and their bodies and weapons moved together. When it is fast, it is like a white snake spitting out a message, and a green dragon probing its claws; when it is quiet, it is like a rock standing on a cliff, with a fierce tiger waiting in wait.
During the transition, he twists and turns, dragging his body with the sword, and the sword moves with it, but it is like a continuous stream of melons, singing in harmony again and again. If you hit the head, the tail will come, and if you hit the tail, the head will advance.
For a moment, Shui Congyue was trapped in it, struggling to fight off.
Seeing that one person on the other side was trapped, Master Qi felt relieved and used a three-foot sword. This sword has a cold light, its blade is like frost and snow, and when it is unsheathed, it bursts out with brilliance, as clear as a hibiscus emerging from water.
The carvings on the sword hilt were moving like stars, and the stars were shining brightly. With a soft chant, they shot towards Wu Mo in the distance.
This sword is called Qinghe, and it is the sword of the leader of Feiyun Sect. Someone once ranked Zhujuan's famous swords, and Qinghe ranked ninth.
When the long sword came, Wu Mo ignored it, grabbed it on the ground, jumped up high, and chased after the old man.
Seeing Wu Mo approaching in a menacing manner with an iron arrow in his hand, the old man was so frightened that he turned around and left. This man was so brave that he could not face the enemy head-on, so he had to take advantage of his ability to control the wind and maneuver in the air, slowly wearing down his strength, and then waiting for an opportunity to kill him.
The morning light was faint, and the red glow came over like a tide, covering all the indigo with a layer of red. In the air, Qing He's sword energy was like a dragon, biting Wu Mo and not letting go. The two swords flew across the sky like morning birds.
Shui Congyue was surrounded by seven people and tried his best to squeeze towards the door owner. He does not seek to kill the opponent, but only hopes to disturb the opponent's control of the sword and create a breathing space for Wu Mo.
After all, he suffered the disadvantage of not being able to control the wind. Wu Mo was gradually caught up by Qing He behind him. He glanced briefly and popped out a stone he had just picked up on the ground. His body turned sharply, and the pebbles still flying in the air were avoided by the tip of his toes, which was swiftly struck by the sword energy behind him.
As a result, the two sides were in a stalemate, but if it dragged on, Wu Mo and others would be brought down sooner or later, and defeat would be a matter of time.
The noise at the bottom of the mountain became louder. It was obvious that the outer disciples who had not yet been poisoned had seen the strange phenomenon in the sky and were trying to gather up the mountain for rescue. ..
Shui Congyue naturally saw the dangerous situation. The current plan was to get out of trouble first and be able to stop the sect master. But the seven people around him clung to him, not seeking merit, but seeking to hinder him from stepping forward to support him.
His heart skipped a beat, and he swiped the iron rod in his hand forward, forcing back the three swords in front of him. At this time, the two swords on the left side of the body have already been stabbed. The sword array is like this. If it cannot be defeated with one blow, it will just stick to the bones like maggots. Even if it cannot kill the opponent, it will still consume him to death.
It stands to reason that at this time, Shui Congyue should retreat his body to avoid the two stabbing swords, and then retract the iron rod to defend himself. This was the case in the previous rounds. Therefore, the two inner disciples who drew their swords did not think much about it, just to protect the other brothers.
Just as he was about to return the sword as he was accustomed to, Shui Congyuebudai withdrew the iron rod and forced his body to come over. The left arm held a sword under his armpit, but he received the second sword with his flesh and blood.
"Death." Shui Congyue roared like thunder, frightening the two inner disciples so much that they were a little slow in sheathing their swords.
When fighting like this, this stagnation means death. The iron rod roared down, blowing out a disciple's brains and killing him on the spot. When the other disciple saw this, he dropped his sword which was held by Shui Congyue under his arm and could not move, turned around and ran away.
Disciples like Feiyun Sect have lived in the mountains for a long time, and they usually live in a comfortable position. Although they are very familiar with sword formation drills, they rarely fight with others, and they lack fighting experience. At this time, although one of our own was killed, there were still so many people around us. By running away, wouldn't you have broken the formation yourself and put others in danger?
Shui Congyue did not chase the escaping people, but instead turned around and faced the other two people behind him who were handing their swords. These two people were practicing according to the formation. They came to fill their positions. When the senior brother on the opposite side drew his sword again, the opponent had to retreat.
But in front of them, the two of them died and fled. Shui Congyue held a stick in one hand. The black iron rod made a frightening sound of breaking through the air and drew an arc, frightening the two men to retreat quickly.
Shui Congyue refused to give up, and his body suddenly accelerated, leaping high like a tiger, and rushed towards the two people who were retreating.
Looking at the body inserted
Holding a sword and wearing a ferocious mask on his face, Shui Congyue looked like a demon. The two disciples were terrified and could no longer deal with it calmly. During the hesitation, the deadly iron rod arrived and hit one person hard. The person didn't say a word, and his body was smashed with blood and flesh flying everywhere, and he died on the spot.
The force of the iron rod did not diminish, and it fell on the second disciple again. With a scream, the man flew high into the air and landed far away.
In an instant, seven disciples went to the fourth place, and the seven-star formation was suddenly broken. Sect Master Qi was shocked, and as a last resort, he retracted the green lotus sword in the air and stabbed Shui Congyue, protecting the remaining three disciples. At the same time, he called on other peripheral disciples to quickly take up their positions and reorganize the seven-star formation.
But as for the formation, it takes years and months to work together and have the same mind. These seven people were originally majoring in the Seven-Star Formation. Although the other disciples also knew the principles of the formation, they suddenly joined and the cooperation was inevitably a bit obscure.
After all, the Qing He Sword was the ninth most famous sword. With one strike, Shui Congyue was slashed back more than ten steps, and blood gushed out from the sword wound on his body. Qing He pursued him relentlessly. It seemed that the Qi sect leader was determined to kill this man first and then go to support the elder.
Immediately after Qing He's second blow came, Shui Congyue didn't avoid it and went straight to meet him. This time he took ten steps back.
"It's not enough, come again." Shui Congyue didn't wait for Qinghe to start, but took the initiative to meet him. There was a click, and an arm was broken. At the same time, a sound came from the water inside Yue's body, as if something was opening, and there was a hazy feeling in the body.
At this moment, a man wearing a red mask suddenly ran out from behind the mountain. He raised the broken sword in his hand and struck at the leader of the Qi clan who was concentrating on controlling the sword.
Oops, there's a third person. Sect Leader Qi's heart trembled, his long sleeves fluttered, and the flowing clouds originally used for decoration on the cuffs flew out, turning into several long snakes and rolling towards the man in the red mask.
As soon as the long snake came into contact with the person, the other person was hit hard and fell to the ground, and the knife in his hand also dropped. Sect Leader Qi breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that this person's methods were so incompetent, which actually shocked him. If there were another opponent like these two, Feiyun Sect would suffer a big disaster today.
With a move of his hand, the long snake brought this person to his side. Sect Leader Qi was doing two things at once, controlling the Qinghe Sword with one hand and grasping with the other hand, and the people on the ground came to him.
The man's body was limp and drooping, and his body was stained with blood. Looking at his wounds, it looked like they were caused by an animal rather than a weapon.
Sect Leader Qi grabbed his throat and pulled him a foot away from him, "How dare you go to Feiyun Sect with such little skills to act wild.
Those two people listen, your accomplice has been captured by me, put down your weapons quickly. Otherwise, I will cut off his head and hang it on the mountain gate for a year, so that the whole world will know the consequences of provoking me, Feiyun Clan. "
But the two people in the air and on the ground were not confused at all, and seemed to have no regard for this person's life.
It turned out to be an abandoned son, and the Qi clan leader was not upset and stretched out his hand to kill him. Suddenly, the person in his hand swung his body violently, broke free of control, and rushed over. Their heads hit each other hard.
The force of the collision was so great that while he was dizzy, Sect Master Qi saw a huge millstone rumbling towards him.
