The two sides fought over the river in front of the village. The seven disciples of Xuanyintang were of high moral character. Most of the magic weapons in their hands were swords. They were all filled with black energy and exuded a terrifying Yin energy. Five of them fought in the air and fought with the cultivators in the inn. The five of them were one against many, and they did not fall behind. Not long after, more than a dozen unscrupulous people were killed by Xuanyintang disciples.
Xuan Yi saw all this, and the veins in his left hand holding the knife were exposed, and he wanted to get off the ground and fight immediately. But he knew the methods of Xuanyin Hall very well. The leader of Xuanyin Hall, Ghost Saint King, had a very deep palace, and the disciples in the hall were also very good at strategies. At this time, the three people on the opposite side were standing there as steady as a mountain, and they seemed to be confident. I'm afraid they still had some backup plans. The young Yuan Xiaoai could see it and didn't dare to act rashly. How could he not know it? In desperation, he could only assess the situation, wait for opportunities, and watch the changes in the situation intently.
On the ground, two Xuanyin Hall disciples were entangled by some martial arts people. One of them wielded a white bone sword, and the sword was filled with a faint black energy. The contrast between white and black was extremely terrifying. I saw the man stabbing a tall man opposite him with his sword. The man was not weak in martial arts and reacted very quickly. He then raised his sword to block. But the white bone sword forcefully opened a hole in the blade. The power of the white bone sword did not diminish at all, and it pierced the big man's chest.
The big man was very agile and turned sideways to avoid the vital point. The white bone sword still left a small wound on the big man's left shoulder. When the big man saw that his sword was destroyed, he was very angry. He completely ignored the small wounds on his body, roared, stepped forward, and continued to fight.
But the Xuanyintang disciple didn't dodge, he just smiled coldly, as if he had a plan in mind. Sure enough, the big man only moved two steps, and the wound on his left shoulder suddenly glowed with black energy. The big man stopped, and his seven orifices suddenly emitted a faint blue light, like a will-o'-the-wisp. He reluctantly took two steps forward, then with a "plop", his body tilted and fell to the ground. I saw the big man's body stiffened and lying on the ground. His seven orifices were still exuding black energy and were completely lifeless.
"Brother!" A woman beside the man wailed, quickly ran to the big man's body, knelt down on his knees, shook the big man's body constantly, and began to cry loudly.
Seeing this, Xuan Yi looked solemn and thought to himself: "What a powerful magic. Come to think of it, this is the soul-capturing technique of Xuanyintang. It may be difficult for these people in the world to cope with it. If it goes on for a long time, it will be in vain. Innocent lives were taken."
Just as Xuanyi was about to take action, he suddenly heard a loud shout from behind the big man, and three men with spears rushed forward, heading straight towards the Xuanyin Hall disciple. When the Xuanyin Hall disciple saw this, he just smiled coldly and seemed not to take the three of them seriously. He still followed the same pattern, turned his wrist, and stabbed the person at the front with his sword.
I saw that the man did not dodge, he raised his spear and stabbed the Xuanyintang disciple directly. The disciples of Xuanyintang were also shocked, and then they curled their lips slightly and howled wildly. He suddenly changed his body shape in the air, turned slightly sideways to avoid the spear, and then stabbed the man in the chest with his sword. After the move was successful, the Xuanyin Hall disciple actually laughed out loud. The voice was ghastly and terrifying, and he said coldly: "Since you are looking for death, I will help you! How many more do you have, come together! See how I will use you ants to sacrifice my bone sword!" After sneering twice, , he will draw out his sword and fight again.
Unexpectedly, although the man was dead, he still held the sword tightly with both hands and refused to let go. The bright red blood flowed out and turned into water vapor when it touched the bone sword. When the Xuanyintang disciple saw that the sword was caught, he was about to yell and curse. The other two men had already reached their throats with their spears. The spears came so fast that the Xuanyin Hall disciples were shocked. It turned out that the three of them had already discussed this, which was to exchange lives for lives. But he was not panicked. The three people opposite him were mortals after all. How could they fight with him? He gave a soft drink, temporarily let go, gave up the sword, and flew into the air, thinking to himself: "You are such a reckless person, when I get to the air to cast my spell, you will die without a burial place. It’s not too late to get the sword back!”
The Xuanyin Hall disciple only flew a few feet when he suddenly felt that his right foot seemed to be entangled by something mysterious. His body trembled in the air and he almost lost his balance. Looking down, he saw that the woman who was crying just now had a long whip in her hand, and the long whip was tightly trapping her right foot. The Xuanyin Hall disciple was furious, and then the force of the whip flew towards the woman, hitting her chest with his palm. Unexpectedly, the woman refused to dodge and received the slap forcefully. A burst of black air penetrated her body, and the woman's seven orifices emitted a terrifying blue light. She let out a soft breath, then fell straight to the ground, and lost her breath in an instant.
Before the Xuanyin Hall disciple could be happy, he felt a sharp pain coming from his ribs. It turned out that at the same time as he took action, the man next to him had already predicted his action and thrust out the spear in advance. Almost at the same time that he hit the woman with his palm, the spear had already pierced his left rib.
The Xuanyin Hall disciple screamed and endured the severe pain. His right hand turned into a palm, and with a cloud of black energy, he struck at the head of the man holding the spear. The man did not dodge. The Xuanyin Hall disciples were greatly surprised when they saw this, could they? Before he could react, he suddenly heard wind blowing in the back of his head. He immediately responded with his palms, protecting the vital parts of his throat. I saw that a cold spear still pierced his palm, although it did not hit his throat and penetrated deeply into his left collarbone.
A scream of "Ah!" The Xuanyin Hall disciple didn't dare to be careless anymore. He took up 100% of his true energy with his left hand and slapped it on the top of the man's head. The man's skull was instantly smashed, and it was obvious that he would not survive. Before the disciple of Xuanyintang could turn around, another sharp pain came from his chest. A short knife with blood came out from his chest. It turned out that the man just freed his hand and gave him a fatal blow!
The Xuanyin Hall disciple's eyes widened and he looked at the blood flowing out of his chest in disbelief. At this moment, he regretted his support. The man behind him suddenly pulled out his short sword, and the Xuanyin Hall disciple let out a miserable cry, tilted his head, and finally lost his breath. His body was supported by the spear and did not fall. The five people just now had very good martial arts skills, and they fought with each other in a life-for-life fight, four for one, and finally killed this Xuanyintang disciple.
The man who survived looked at the short knife full of blood in his hand, then looked at the bodies of the four people in front of him, laughed wildly, and roared: "Eldest brother, second brother, third sister, fifth brother, I finally killed that monster , for you——”
Before he finished speaking, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, but another disciple of Soul Soul Hall in black robe flew past at high speed and cut off his head with a knife. I saw that head glowing with black energy, still smiling. And the headless half of the corpse slowly fell next to the head.
"Hey!" Xuanyi stamped his feet suddenly and watched all this. It's just that the Xuanyin Hall disciple moved too fast, and even trying to stop him was too late.
After the Xuanyin Hall disciple beheaded the man, he looked at the fellow disciple they had killed, his eyes flashed red, and he said in a cold voice: "You ants, you actually killed our Xuanyin Hall people! Today, I I want you all to be buried with me!" His eyes were as red as blood, and he swung his knife and flew towards the crowd.
Xuan Yi couldn't bear to see the killing again, so he was angry and wanted to show up to fight. I saw a blue figure flying out, and Yuan Xiaoai, who had been directing from the side, finally took action. He flew towards the Xuanyin Hall disciple and suddenly took action, with his sword still lying in front of a martial artist. The Xuanyin Hall disciple's thundering sword strike was actually easily stopped.
Yuan Xiaoai just flicked his wrist, and his true energy spread everywhere. The red light of the sword in his hand flashed, and the Xuanyin Hall disciple who wielded the sword was shaken away. Before the Xuanyin Hall disciple could change his moves, Yuan Xiaoai used the fingers of his left hand to form a sword, and a red sword light shot out, instantly penetrating the Xuanyin Hall disciple's chest. The Xuanyin Hall disciple didn't even have time to hum before he vomited blood and fell to the ground.
"What a handsome skill! This is the Tiangang Sword Qi!" Xuan Yi couldn't help shouting. He recognized that Yuan Xiaoai practiced Tiangang Sword Qi, and the move just now was the Braille technique, "Xingliu Photo Album" in the Tiangang Sword Sect's Seven Star Sword Technique. He never thought that this young man was actually a disciple of the Tiangang Sword Sect, and he had practiced Taoism to the point of perfecting his true state! With his cultivation level, even if we look at the four sects of the Righteous Path, he should be the best among the three generations of disciples.
Also surprised were the three people on the roof opposite. The man with the black gauze mask moved his eyes slightly, and then said calmly: "Sure enough, a hero comes from a young boy! This Tiangang Kung Fu is so fierce and powerful that it is not weaker than me. Teach magical skills! This boy’s talent is also rare! He can achieve such cultivation at such a young age!" He sighed softly, turned to look at the young man beside him, and asked: "Jitian, what do you think about that man's cultivation? Why?"
The young man nodded slightly and said: "Uncle Master, according to my observation, that person has refined the Tiangang Sword Qi to the true state! But our insider reports that no one among the three generations of disciples of the Righteous Way has such a cultivation level! This person's origins, Very strange!"
The masked man nodded in acquiescence, and then asked: "Long Yang, what do you think?"
The woman in red behind the masked man said: "Master, that man is probably the best among the three generations of disciples of the Righteous Way, both in terms of his Taoism and his skill. The disciple found out that among the three generations of disciples of the Gang Sword Sect, there are four outstanding ones. They are Wei Xinglan, Ren Xinghao, Ren Xingheng and Zi Xingyuan. There is no such person! Moreover, in my opinion, this person's cultivation level is still above that of the eldest disciple Wei Xinglan, which is really strange!" After a slight pause, she continued He looked at the young man beside him and said with a smile: "However, compared to Senior Brother Jitian! I'm afraid that man is still a little inferior!"
The young man's face lit up with joy when he heard this, and he also smiled faintly, and replied: "Junior sister, you are so complimentary! Senior brother, I just got started earlier than my junior sister. In terms of talent, my junior sister is a thousand times better than me!" The woman wanted to reply. , only to hear the continuous wailing and screaming in front, the three people's eyes returned to the field.
It turned out that while several people were talking, after Yuan Xiaoai killed the Xuanyin Hall disciple on the ground, his long sword suddenly came out of his body and turned into a blue light and flew into the air. I saw a blue sword light going straight towards the Xuanyin Hall disciples on the battlefield. Yuan Xiaoai's swordsmanship was exquisite, and the Tiangang Sword Sect was even more powerful. They killed three Xuanyin Hall disciples in just one round.
Seeing this, the masked man was also shocked and said in a deep voice: "Jitian, go meet him for a while! Be careful, his cultivation level is probably not inferior to yours!"
"Disciple, take your orders!" The young man responded, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, very excited, and it was obvious that he had long wanted to show off his skills. He immediately turned into a black light and headed straight for Yuan Xiaoai.
