The man in black was obviously very panicked. No matter who asked him, he answered loudly: "The person who came is not the owner of the village, but a bandit... It's... the Iron Claw Gang!"
"Everyone in the Shenwu Hall obeys your orders. Yang Qiufei and the leader of the Monkey Hall have colluded with the bandits to set up a trap to trap the gang's elders in injustice. Take them down quickly." The eight elders stood up one after another, shouted loudly, and stepped back at the same time, hunchbacking. Shen led a group of Shenwu Hall members to guard the eight elders and retreated towards the stairs. Fujita Kasho and Qing Yan'er led more than ten Shenwu Hall members respectively and forced them towards Yang Qiufei.
"Tang Hall Master, Yang Qiufei colluded with the bandits to besiege us, please clear the way!" The Eighth Elder shouted to Tang Jinghu.
Tang Jinghu originally wanted to kill Wei Jing with his own hands, but at this time he heard the loud killing sounds outside. He was shocked and angry. Knowing that his two sons were fighting with bandits outside, he had no choice but to pick up his sword and go downstairs first.
"Damn it! Grandpa, even if we have tried our best, we still can't count the eight old thieves!" Wei Jing shouted angrily, finally understanding the reason why the eighth elder took his time - he was also waiting for reinforcements, he was still a bandit, and he could also stop by. Put the blame on Yang Qiufei.
Yang Qiufei tilted his head and touched the bloody wound on his chest. Knowing that the injury was not serious, he didn't care and raised his sword horizontally without taking off the scabbard.
Wei Jing knew that there was a broken sword in his grandfather's sheath, so he quickly took off the Yue'er iron sword on his back. At this time, the people of Shenwu Hall were already killing him like wind and fire. Qingyan'er's long and sharp sword shined with light, and the ground roared high. With a cry, he jumped up and stabbed Yang Qiufei's right eye with his sword.
Yang Qiu Fei returned to block the sword, only to see Qing Yan'er's thin sword shining and trembling, and with various moves, the sword stabbed Yang Qiu Fei's vitals.
Yang Qiufei used offense instead of defense. His arms and sword were longer than Qingyan'er's. The scabbard was pointed at Qingyan'er's face, preventing Qingyan'er's fast sword from attacking.
Fujita slowly pulled out the Zhantian Sword and slowly came towards him. Before Fujita, eight divine warriors were already killing Fan Jun and Wei Jing.
"Xiao Wei, what are you doing? Concentrate on the fight!" Fan Jun opened his arms wide and engaged the two Shenwu Tang members holding iron rods. However, Wei Jing was worried about Yang Qiufei and could not fight wholeheartedly, but Feixue was behind him. The men and horses of the villa reacted quickly, and groups of several people kept firing darts to chase down every member of the Shenwu Hall. This delayed the Shenwu Hall's offensive and prevented the three of Wei Jing from being besieged by more than ten people.
The next moment, the lights in the hall were extinguished one by one, all shot out by the men in black. Feixue Villa occupies an advantageous location, so it is naturally advantageous to fight in the dark, but as soon as the lights were extinguished, a new light source immediately came on.
It turned out that everyone in the Shenwu Hall sprinkled handfuls of night-light pearls, and they were obviously well prepared. Those night-light pearls flew in the hall and fell to the ground. In an instant, the world turned upside down, and the floor seemed to turn into a cloudless night sky filled with stars.
Yang Qiufei had experienced thousands of battles and dangers. At this time, he didn't care at all about the changes in the surroundings, the flickering of darkness and light, and steadily blocked Qingyan'er's quick stabs and the fierce attacks of three or four Shenwu Tang members.
Even though the Shenwu Hall members were masters from other places, they all knew the name of the Sword King. Seeing that he did not draw his sword even when he was under siege, they all thought that this Sword King was great and they had to fight steadily. With this concern, the offensive was more conservative. Yang Qiufei was more relaxed when he arrived.
"Everyone, don't worry about the sword in the sword king's hand. We received a notice that the sword king's sword was broken last night in the mansion." An elder shouted at the top of his lungs before going downstairs.
After hearing what the elder said, the members of the Shenwu Hall all rose up bravely and rushed to kill Yang Qiufei before Qingyan'er. They all thought that if this world-famous sword king died in their own hands, then the three deputy halls of the Shenwu Hall would Lord, maybe we can add one more.
"Damn the Eighth Elder! Grandpa, take the sword!" Wei Jingzheng was fighting fiercely with a Shenwutang wielding a steel sword. Hearing what the elder said in the distance, he couldn't help but roar with anger and threw the Yue'er Iron Sword towards Yang Qiufei. , he threw his sword distractedly, and was at a disadvantage between the attack and defense of the Shenwu Hall, causing the Shenwu Hall to fall to the ground, holding the sword high to chop off his head.
The mountain-shaped claws on Wei Jing's uncle Wei's claws were made of moon iron. At this moment, he fell to the ground. He couldn't avoid it, so he tried to catch the knife with his steel glove.
However, Yang Qiufei did not catch the Yue'er Iron Sword thrown by Wei Jing. Instead, he knocked the Yue'er Iron Sword back with the scabbard and hit the heads of everyone in the Steel Sword Hall.
"Huh?" Wei Jing was stunned and rolled over to avoid the slash from the Shenwu Hall member. He hooked the member's ankle with one hand. The fingertips of his uncle Wei's claws were made as sharp as animal claws. He grabbed them in like this. He got into the flesh of the people in the Shenwu Hall and knocked them to the ground with a fierce sweep.
Wei Jing was just astonished as to why Yang Qiufei didn't take his sword, when he saw Yang Qiufei deflecting several fierce attacks with the scabbard, then suddenly his wrist shook, the long scabbard flew out, and Soldier Ninety-nine suddenly pulled out a gray shadow.
It was not a broken sword, but a long sword that was intact, drawing two circles in the air.
Yang Qiufei's sword was longer, and his two swings had a very wide range. Among the four people from the Shenwu Hall who rushed towards him, one was chopped into two pieces, one flew away with one arm, one had a big mouth open at the waist, and the other The blade was cut off.
"Wow--" The Shenwu Hall members who had their weapons cut off screamed and jumped back as if they had seen a ghost. They were surprised that Yang Qiufei's "broken sword" was so long.
"How come your sword is not broken?" Wei Jing was stunned when he saw other members of the Shenwu Hall approaching him. He picked up the luminous pearl on the ground and kept shooting at the two approaching Shenwu Hall members with his eight-handed slingshot. Go, it didn't hurt when Ye Mingzhu hit him, and the two people in the hall didn't take it seriously. They waved their weapons and were about to kill Wei Jing. One of them suddenly screamed strangely, covered his face and stepped back. It turned out that at this time, the hall In the darkness, Wei Jing not only touched the luminous pearls, but also touched several darts from Feixue Villa, which were shot out among the luminous pearls, hitting the audience's cheeks.
Another member of the audience was stunned, and quickly waved his swords to protect himself. Wei Jing bowed his body and threw himself at the other member of the audience. He missed the attack, but was slashed on the shoulder with a sword. The blood flowed. He attacked several times, but all The people in the hall were so angry that they kicked the beads to express their hatred. Seeing that Wei Jing could not dodge his sharp sword, the people in the hall turned from defense to attack, stabbing and slashing.
Wei Jing used his eight hands and Uncle Wei's claws to defend himself. He took several swords and heard a sonorous sound. He saw the people in the hall suddenly frightened and knew that the swords in the hall had struck very hard. He went up and broke the sword.
Wei Jing gave a low shout, protected his head and face with Uncle Wei's claws, and ran into the arms of the crowd. He was a good grappler, so he couldn't beat the crowd with knives and swords, but he was far better in close combat.
Wei Jing pulled the arm of the person in the hall, twisted it with a click, and then punched him on the neck. Uncle Wei's sword made of moon and iron on the claw of the mountain finger tiger hit the person in the hall on the neck. It's a one-hit kill.
At the same moment when the battle started, Fan Jun and several Shenwu Hall members started chasing and fighting.
Fan Jun knew that these guys were very skilled, so he didn't dare to be careless, so he resisted them all on the defensive. The two dragon fins on his dragon kidnapper were made of moon iron, and they could also have the effect of attacking while defending. After a while of swimming, The two Shenwu Tang members who wielded swords broke their swords inexplicably. In the darkness, they still didn't understand how the swords were broken.
Suddenly, a low roar was heard, and a ferocious murderous aura came towards him. It was Fujita who won the battle. Fan Jun did not dare to fight hard and retreated continuously. Fujita swung his sword and slashed, cutting off Fan Jun's retreat path with his left hand, and then slashed the general. Fan Jun was forced to the ground and was about to pursue, when suddenly several spears were grasped from the ceiling.
Fujita returned his sword and cut off the spears. It turned out that there were also ambush troops from Feixue Villa on the ceiling.
