Night has come, and the moon hangs in the east sky.
The snow has melted and the frost is freezing.
The clouds cover the mountains, the cold moon reflects the Jade Lake, and the sound of fighting is still heard on the mountains and down the mountains.
All over the mountains and plains, as far as you can see, there are corpses with different forms of death. Some were killed by hidden weapons, some were killed by swords, some were pierced through the heart with short spears and nailed to trees, and some had heads as big as buckets. They died of poisoning, others were hacked to death with random knives, and shot to death with random arrows...
Listening carefully, some people were crying loudly, some were mourning, and some were laughing crazily. Their eyes were red with blood, and their minds were confused. They looked at the figures around them, unable to tell whether they were dead or alive, and unable to wave their swords.
There were just a few sword chants. After two sword sounds, the cries were cut off and the mournful screams disappeared.
It's so tragic.
Even the "Battle of Huiyanfeng", which was regarded by people in the world as a catastrophe that would never happen in a century, was far inferior to today's battle.
The blood dyed the cold frost red, dyed the moonlight brightly, dyed the mountains and fields, and even corpses were floating in the lake.
It was not as thrilling as it was during the day. The movement on the mountain had already weakened at this moment, but the murderous intent was even stronger because they were all scattered in the fighting. No one knew how many of these corpses were real dead and how many were fake deaths. Some of them are friends, some of them are enemies. If one of them is not careful, his soul will be separated from his body and his head will be in a different place.
Looking at it, who would have thought that the shattered corpse was once a famous hero in the martial arts world, and who could tell that the deceased with holes all over his body would be a giant in the martial arts world.
In the face of life and death, there is no high or low.
The elder of the Huashan Sword Sect was shot to death with a concealed weapon.
The leader of the Blue Dragon Society was stabbed to death in the back.
The chief escort of Jiangnan Thirty-Six Escort Bureau was killed by a small poisonous arrow.
The deputy head of the Tang Sect lost his head.
The elders of the demon sect were cut in half.
Half of the Shaolin monk fell to the ground and half fell into the lake.
There was also the death of Yi Ye, the "Red Devil Hand". This evil master who had been famous in the world for more than thirty years was covered with an iron net and shot with hidden arrows. His body was covered with arrow clusters.
Too much.
These masters who were once famous and powerful in the martial arts world, turned out to be no different from ordinary people. They were all made of flesh and blood, and they were still deadly when cut with swords.
Someone made just a little noise, and the next moment they saw dozens of hidden weapons being fired from all directions in the forest, killing them instantly, regardless of whether they were friends or foes.
In such a situation, when it is difficult to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, or at night, everyone must be cautious. Even the leader of a faction or the overlord of a party must hide themselves with extreme caution and hide secretly.
That's the way people are. When life and death are at stake, as long as you can survive, everything else seems to be expendable. Even if you die all or nothing, as long as you can still live, you won't hesitate.
But it's not completely silent.
"Wow!"
Suddenly I heard a strange noise.
Under the bright moonlight, a ball of bright silver light bloomed at first sight. It was a long silver sword spike. With a "swish" sound, it was brilliant and dazzling. It not only captivated the eyes, but also contained a reverse hook that could seal the sword. Human weapons are extremely insidious.
There were more than one group, and strange noises were heard from all sides.
The sword spikes of gold, silver, copper, iron, and jade were all like this, and there were still blood stains on them.
In the formation of five people, Li Muchan stood quietly with his sword in hand. He turned his eyes and looked at the bloody mouth on his body and his clothes that were torn by the sword spike. He couldn't help but smile lowly.
The sword skills of these five people are all exquisite, enough to enter the palace, they also know how to attack together, and they have strange weapons, especially the sword spikes, which are really annoying and annoying. They are simply the nemesis of the swordsmen and they are extremely difficult to deal with.
Besides the five people, there was Yan Nanfei. Although this man held his sword and did not move, and looked disdainful to take action, he invisibly put a great pressure on people.
Li Muchan pursed her chapped lips, feeling the bursts of pain coming from her body, and said lightly: "It's interesting, after all, a family with swords actually figured out this kind of skill."
Rumor has it that Xie Tian, the first head of the Xie family, once competed with swordsmen all over the world and defeated all the swordsmen in the world with his sword. Later, he defeated all the heroes and was collectively named the "No. 1 Sword in the World" and created the "Excalibur Villa". It is said that this man was extremely talented and extremely gifted. He had a thorough understanding of the swordsmanship of various sects and schools in just one fight, and later learned several ways to restrain swordsmen from all over the world.
The "stealing the sky and changing the sun to seize the sword style" can be regarded as one type.
The five strange soldiers at the moment are also one of a kind.
Yan Nanfei gloated: "Isn't the famous Ghost Master about to be buried here?"
Li Muchan smiled: "You might as well come along."
The cold light in his eyes flickered, but his mind was focused elsewhere. There was thunder rolling in the distance, and there were endless explosions. The terrifying Qi movement was frightening even from such a distance. There must be a terrifying master fighting fiercely. fight.
"Arrogant!"
In the face of life and death, seeing that Li Muchan dared to distract him, the five elders of the Xie family were filled with rage, their eyes wide open, the swords in their palms trembled like dragons, and the combined attack formation started again.
But I saw five people holding their swords horizontally under the moon. Their feet were walking around Li Muchan with weird steps. After only two turns, the five people had turned into several hurried shadows. The shadows of the swords in their palms filled the sky. The wind whizzed, forming a circle of sword wheels that kept spinning.
In an instant, Li Muchan was in the shadow of numerous swords. He suddenly felt that murderous intent was everywhere, in the sky and on the ground. In addition, the sword spike was dazzling. He only turned his head slightly, avoiding his sight, and suddenly saw a smudged sword. The ancient green frost sword with green jade tassels stabbed across the sky.
In this formation, if the opponent in the formation draws out his sword to parry, the sword in his hand will be instantly sealed by the sword spikes of the other four people. However, if he just defends but does not attack, when the sword circle shrinks, he will inevitably die.
Over the past two hundred years since the creation of this formation, countless swordsmen who tried to challenge the "Excalibur Villa" have been defeated, and many famous swordsmen and swordsmen have removed their swords. Its power is by no means ordinary.
Yan Nanfei glanced at the pace of the five people, and it actually implied the changes of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements. The sword movements were connected from beginning to end, hard and soft, and continuous.
One sword goes first, four swords come later.
The five people moved their swords into action, and the five ancient swords flew back and forth in the formation like lightning stars, crisscrossing each other, turning into a sword net, and the sharp sword energy penetrated the heart and lungs.
Let's say that Yan Nanfei was concentrating on himself when he suddenly heard...
"Pfft!"
The long sword drinks blood and kills with one move.
It actually hit him.
Yan Nanfei's eyes widened, because it was not Li Muchan's life that was taken, but the life of another person.
But Li Muchan was seen tossing and turning in the sword formation, shuttling back and forth between the sword gaps, flying up and down like a black mist, as fast as a ghost.
But even so, there were still several bloody wounds on his body, and blood beads rolled down. He saw that the sword circle was about to tighten. At the critical moment, he suddenly saw the shadow of claws flying across the sky, and the cold wind blew by. Li Muchan's left hand seemed to be able to reach for the stars. Na Yue, with just one look in the air, actually snatched the sword from one person's hand like lightning and thrust it into the other person's chest.
The swords of the remaining four people were released almost at the same time, and they felt the Taiyuan point go numb, and the four long swords were immediately caught in Li Muchan's hands.
He grabbed the sword in his left hand, and there was also a sword in his right hand. The two swords merged into one sword. He turned around and drew the sword. The green sword blade had cut out a stunning sword shadow under the moon, which seemed to be rounder than the cold moon in the sky.
The dust has settled.
The faces of the five elders of the Xie clan still showed the final look of shock.
Just waiting for a gust of cold wind to blow by, the skulls on the five people's necks rolled off, their headless bodies fell to their knees, and a column of scalding blood rushed out from the broken bones, spraying out like a roar.
It ended too quickly and too suddenly.
Yan Nanfei looked at it in a daze: "Stealing the Heaven and Changing the Sun to Seize the Sword Style!"
Li Muchan glanced at him and looked at him with a half-smile. When he let go of the four swords with his left hand, he saw a group of terrifying Yin Qi gathering out of thin air in his palm. His palm strength was weak, and a thin mist of blood sprayed in the air. He was immediately rolled into a ball by the surging evil wind and raised his hand to send him away.
In the shrill wind of the palm, a bloody palm force struck out towards Yan Nanfei through the air.
Yan Nanfei's eyes were solemn, he stepped back and was about to draw his sword.
"ah!"
Suddenly, a painful roar came from the mountainside.
Li Muchan narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at him. He knew that the owner of the voice was Ma Kongqun.
"Huh? What kind of enemy have you encountered?"
(End of chapter)
