In the chaos, another Yuan Guang arrow passed by like a thunderous giant. A Biyun Peak disciple was pierced through the throat and nailed to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, two middle-level great martial artists were killed. There was a panic among the crowd, and they all hid their bodies behind the tall Huo Yunju.
Xiao Chen took a look and saw that there was no chance. He put away the Soul Sword Bow, took out the Moon Shadow Knife, and said, "Let's do it. You two remember to help me hold Song Qianhe down."
Seeing that Xiao Chen killed two people from Biyun Peak in a blink of an eye, Liu Suifeng and Chu Xinyun couldn't believe it. After all, these were fellow disciples of Tiandao Pavilion, and they all had some feelings in their hearts. Scruples.
It wasn't until Xiao Chen spoke that Liu Suifeng reacted immediately and quickly jumped down from the tree. Chu Xinyun hesitated and followed.
A bolt of thunder and lightning flashed across the sky, and Xiao Chen fell from the sky and landed directly next to Song Qianhe.
After Huo Yunju, Song Qianhe saw Xiao Chen's appearance clearly and said with some surprise: "It's you, Liu Ruyue's little disciple, who dares to kill someone from Biyun Peak. You are really looking for death."
When he finished speaking, the remaining eight warriors all poked their heads out and saw that Xiao Chen was alone. Their original fear disappeared instantly and they surrounded Xiao Chen aggressively.
"Send him to your door yourself, don't blame me for being soft-hearted, just kill him!" Song Qianhe said with a cold expression.
Swing!
There was the sound of a long sword being unsheathed, the sword light rose, the cold light was sharp, the wind roared, eight figures rushed towards Xiao Chen quickly, and boundless murderous intent swept towards Xiao Chen.
Song Qianhe did not take action. In his eyes, Xiao Chen was already a dead person and there was no need to pay attention to him anymore.
He looked into the distance, where there were two figures running quickly, with a sneer on his lips, "Liu Suifeng and Chu Xinyun, they are just the right excuses for me to operate on you."
Flying on the wings, dancing wildly for thousands of years!
Xiao Chen used Qianqiu Luanwu with a calm expression. A strong air flow rose from his body, and the figure was already drawn in the air, constantly changing positions.
The light of the sword shot out, energy flew wildly, and there were clanging sounds. Xiao Chen left a trail of afterimages in the air. He slashed out countless swords in an instant, and unexpectedly arrived first, attacking the eight people first.
The figure was scorching, and they couldn't distinguish between true and false. Everyone in Biyun Peak looked at Xiao Chen in the air and couldn't figure out his figure at all. Only when the sword light passed by could they passively use their swords to resist.
For a time, these eight people were knocked down by Xiao Chen alone, and they were not at a disadvantage in the slightest. He even had the upper hand. The boundless sword light seemed to be endless, and combined with the afterimages in the sky, it was dazzling.
When Qianqiu Luanwu was finished, Xiao Chen's body paused in the air, and the green dragon in the river within his body jumped fiercely. He tapped his feet in the air, as if walking on flat ground, and quickly turned his body backwards.
When they landed, the eight warriors all had a few scars on their bodies. Yan Tianzheng in the crowd suddenly roared: "I'll beat you to death!"
Dragon capturer!
A huge black hand shadow appeared above Xiao Chen's head, blocking the sun, blocking out the sky, and pressing down fiercely on Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen's expression changed slightly. He didn't expect that Yan Tianzheng was actually a descendant of the Yan family who had inherited martial arts. He put his feet on the ground and quickly avoided it.
The remaining seven people kept running towards Xiao Chen quickly, with swords flashing wildly. Each of the seven people used their martial arts to attack Xiao Chen in turn.
Xiao Chen stayed calm in the face of danger and used all the insights he had gained in these days to decipher these people's martial arts skills one by one using only basic sword skills.
The eight methods of the sword are sweeping, splitting, poking, cutting, plundering, nabbing, chopping, and thrusting.
, found every opportunity, learned and used it flexibly, kept using it, and started fighting with seven people in the field.
From time to time, he dodged the falling black giant palm above his head, and used the Heavenly Level Body Technique, Qinglong Soaring Cloud Technique, to make Xiao Chen's body as flexible as a twisted dragon. Although the scene was dangerous, he was unscathed.
These seven people are all disciples of Biyun Peak. They usually practice together. Now they cooperated and their steps were perfect. Xiao Chen couldn't find any flaws for a while, so the two sides had no choice but to stalemate.
On the other side, Liu Suifeng knew that his face was torn, so he unsheathed his sword without hesitation and started fighting with Song Qianhe. Both of them mastered the unique skills of Qingyun Peak and Biyun Peak, and the battle was quite fierce.
But Song Qianhe's realm was a little higher than Liu Suifeng's, and he had always been in control of the situation. If Chu Xinyun hadn't been there to help, he might have been in danger long ago.
"Chu Xinyun, have you forgotten the rules of Tiandao Pavilion! They have committed a capital crime if they dare to attack their fellow sects. If you continue to entangle them, you will be an accomplice." Song Qianhe saw that he could not win for a long time, so he used psychological tactics and shouted loudly Said to Chu Xinyun.
This statement just hit Chu Xinyun's pulse, and the movements of his hands couldn't help but pause.
Song Qianhe sneered, seizing the opportunity, the sword light transformed into three afterimages in the air, his body was like running water, and his speed suddenly doubled.
It was Biyunfeng's secret skill Liuyun Three Shadows. Liu Suifeng, who had been cooperating with Chu Xinyun, was caught off guard and was hit three times. Three bloody wounds appeared on his chest, and blood suddenly flowed out.
Seeing that Liu Suifeng was injured, Chu Xinyun quickly came to his senses and blocked Song Qianhe's killing move. The two of them once again started to work together to resist Song Qianhe's attack, but the situation was obviously at a disadvantage.
Xiao Chen dealt with the sword light of the seven people with ease, and saw this scene clearly. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, Chu Xinyun was still in a daze at the critical moment of life and death, the little girl is unreliable!
brush!
Noticing Xiao Chen's distraction, one person took the opportunity to speed up. The long knife in his hand cut a small scar on Xiao Chen's arm.
Everyone was overjoyed that after such a long fight, Xiao Chen was finally hurt. Their momentum became much more energetic, and the cold light on the blade became even more intense.
Xiao Chen smiled faintly in his heart, glanced at the giant black hand that fell again above his head, and deliberately slowed down his pace by half a minute. Hit by the aftermath of the giant black hand, his body stumbled and fell to the ground, and then he quickly got up in embarrassment.
He turned his back to everyone, and a flaw suddenly appeared, and several more blazing sword lights struck Xiao Chen.
When Xiao Chen turned around, his body was already covered with scars, and his face had an expression of pain, which made him look a little miserable.
"There's no need to grind it to perfection. Everyone, work harder and kill him quickly!" Yan Tianzheng next to him once again made a black hand shadow and said excitedly.
The seven Biyun Peak disciples also became excited. Whoever kills Xiao Chen first will be the first, and Song Qianhe will definitely receive a big reward when the time comes.
The vitality was consumed rapidly, and various killing moves were continuously used. The pace that was originally well coordinated became a little messy, and he just wanted to kill Xiao Chen quickly.
But none of these people noticed that although there were many wounds on Xiao Chen's body, they were not fatal, and the wounds were not deep, they just broke the flesh.
It looked like a mess of blood and flesh, but in fact it was all skin trauma, his physical body. In the past two months, he has been training continuously every day. It is difficult for ordinary attacks to leave fatal injuries on his body.
Xiao Chen's face was extremely ugly, and he quickly retreated, his steps were extremely messy. Facing the blow of a strong storm, a wisp of floating leaves, bumping and drifting, swaying left and right, was surrounded by dangers.
It seemed that with just one last blow, Xiao Chen would die immediately without any body parts. At this moment, a disciple from Biyun Peak was chasing too fast and had already strayed far away from the large army behind him.
A flash of light flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes, and in the depths of his right eye when he stopped, endless flames began to boil.
When the man saw that Xiao Chen was motionless, he was overjoyed and leapt into the air. The long knife brought a trembling wind and struck Xiao Chen's head. When the blade was only an inch away from Xiao Chen's forehead.
A flame condensed to the thickness of a little finger suddenly spurted out from Xiao Chen's right eye, reaching its peak speed and directly penetrating the man's chest.
A black hole appeared in the man's chest, with an incredible expression on his face. He looked horrified as the black hole in his chest expanded rapidly.
He wanted to grab something, but there was nothing he could do to stop the spread of the flames. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a pile of ashes and fell to the ground rustlingly.
"Xiao Jiu!" The sudden situation caught everyone in Biyun Peak off guard.
The three Biyun Peak disciples who were very close to Xiao Jiu lost their minds, roared, leaped into the air, and slashed down towards Xiao Chen with three two-foot-long swords.
A slightly disdainful smile appeared on Xiao Chen's face. Although this irrational blow seemed fierce, it was actually full of flaws. He could easily catch it with skill.
Take a step back with your right foot, tilt your front body slightly, and perform the Eight Methods of Drawing the Zi Jue in the sword. With a quick movement and a swaying sound, the Moon Shadow Sword easily blocked these three knives in the air.
The giant black hand in the sky condensed into shape again, wanting to take advantage of this opportunity to completely take down Xiao Chen.
"You're really done!"
Xiao Chen snorted coldly, pointed his left hand to the sky, and pointed it as a sword, and a giant black hand appeared.
The fingers of the giant hand were pressed together, like a sharp sword, and instantly defeated Yan Tianzheng's dragon-capturing hand.
Xiao Chen's expression remained unchanged, his left hand opened, and the giant black hand turned into a five-fingered mountain.
"How is it possible? My Yan family's dragon catching hand has not inherited the martial spirit and cannot use it at all. How can he learn it!"
Under Yan Tianzheng's disbelieving gaze, the giant hand smacked him down and threw him to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Xiao Chen withdrew his gaze, the Qinglong martial soul in his body roared, and endless vitality poured into his right hand. With a fierce stroke of the Moon Shadow Knife, a gust of wind was brought up, and the three people in the air were thrown away.
A bolt of thunder fell from the sky, and a bright electric light lit up on the blade. The sword-drawing technique was quickly used, which was close to the level of the Thunder Sword Technique.
This knife was as fast as lightning, bringing up a biting cold wind, and directly split the person behind him who was preparing for a sneak attack into two halves!