Qiao Feng hit Fei Xuanci with one palm, and was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue the attack, but at this moment, five figures suddenly rushed towards him from all directions, and Qiao Feng had to hold off to meet the enemy.

"Everyone gets the Khitan dog and kills it, let's go together!" Someone shouted, waving a knife and rushing towards Qiao Feng in the battle group.

Immediately, the responders were like clouds, and Qiao Feng was surrounded by the enemy in an instant, and he could hardly be seen.

This scene is exactly the same as the battle of Juxianzhuang.

At the critical moment, Qiao Feng didn't care to keep his hand, and immediately killed several people, and his blood was completely aroused.

"With many enemies and few, shameless especially!"

At this moment, Huang Chang shouted violently, like a demonic sound filling his ears, it was the sound transmission and soul search method of the Xiaoyao faction.

He jumped into the crowd like a big bird, pressed his back against Qiao Feng, and threw out his palms again and again. With his strength, more than ten people screamed and fell to the ground. At this moment, someone shouted and punched Huang Chang's back. , Huang Chang rarely made a move after learning martial arts by himself. Facing a sneak attack, he was caught off guard.

Unexpectedly, without waiting for this person's face to show joy, he felt that this punch was like hitting cotton, and he was sucked tightly, and his inner strength rushed towards Huang Chang like a torrent, and he suddenly looked horrified!

The person next to him didn't know what was going on and wanted to help, but as soon as his hand touched this person, he was also sucked.

"The Great Law of Transformation!"

Chen Guyan of the beggar gang screamed in surprise, and slammed the three-section whip in his hand, hitting Huang Chang in the head.

There is a disadvantage when the Beiming Divine Art absorbs gong, and it cannot move itself.

Seeing that Chen Guyan's attack was coming, and Qiao Feng was surrounded by dozens of people, Huang Chang was anxious, so he had to ignore himself and forcibly reversed his internal strength to break free, but in this way, he would be backlashed.

At the critical moment, I only heard a loud shout, and the sword light flashed in front of my eyes, blocking Chen Guyan's blow.

"Master Huang, Qi Liu is here!" Qi Liu shouted and attacked Chen Guyan three times in a row, causing Chen Guyan to retreat again and again, and only had the strength to parry.

On the other hand, He Xie alone has won the upper hand against more than ten eminent monks of the Xuanzi generation.

As the saying goes, ants kill more elephants, not to mention that Shaolin monks of the Xuanzi generation are definitely not ants. They all master one or two seventy-two stunts, and their internal strength is very strong and very difficult to deal with.

But He Xie's skill has soared after all. Today is not what it used to be. The sword **** in his hand has disappeared. In such a short period of time, there are still four monks of the Xuanzi generation who died under his sword.

These monks suffered losses and knew that He Xie had deep internal strength, strange sword stance, and elegant movement, so they did not dare to fight He Xie head-on. , escaped in an instant, and the rest of the people immediately made up, never giving He Xie time to breathe.

They thought that this would kill He Xie, but they didn't know that this would not be as great as the pressure they would bring to He Xie.

Chaotic fists can kill the old master, but the routine is definitely the master of the old master.

After two or three rounds, three more corpses were buried on the spot, and the monks were finally desperate and anxious.

"Evil thief, accept your life!"

An eminent monk of the Xuanzi generation roared in despair and swooped forward and grabbed He Xie, his palms gleaming faintly.

He Xie recognized that this was Shaolin holding a stone hand, and then swung it with a sword, slashing his wrist, who knew that this monk would not dodge or dodge, but instead kicked his foot and slammed into He Xie!

At the same time, two monks attacked from behind He Xie, and the three sides attacked, making He Xie nowhere to hide!

brush.

A sword fell, and the old monk in front of him broke his wrist, but his body also came to He Xie like a cannonball.

At the same time, the two monks behind him came out with their palms, one hit He Xie's back, and the other patted He Xie's left shoulder.

And above, an old monk descended from the sky and pointed to He Xie Baihui Point.

Seeing that there is no way to the sky and no way to enter the ground, He Xie is not in a hurry. Turning like a civet cat, the next moment he changed positions with the old monk, and the dead old monk returned to the ground in his place.

Bang bang bang!

He Xie's movements were extremely swift and ingenious. When the old monk's body fell to the ground, the other three monks realized that something was wrong, but it was too late to withdraw their hands. Now the three attacked the old monk's body in unison. Suddenly deformed and distorted like nothing.

Brush brush!

He Xie swung his sword, and the three old monks below were suddenly struck by lightning, stiff and didn't understand, while He Xie above turned over again, like an eagle rushing towards a rabbit, the other two old monks not far away, behind him, The three old monks fell obliquely to the ground, but the three of them were all stabbed by He Xie's sword from the left shoulder blade at the moment just now, breaking their heart.

"He's crazy, let's go together!" Shan Zheng, who was besieging Qiao Feng not far away, saw that half of the Shaolin monks were dead, he was in a hurry, shouted, and rushed towards He Xie first.

At this point, everyone was red-eyed, Shan Zheng roared, and immediately hundreds of people rushed towards He Xie.

He Xie killed an old monk again with a sword, but was forced to retreat by another old monk's smasher. Tossed, and immediately the two middle fingertips continuously blasted invisible sword qi.

Puff puff!

In an instant, more than a dozen people burst into blood and fell to the ground screaming!

when!

Shan Zheng blocked with a knife and blocked a blow, but was shocked by the internal force, his mouth was numb, his qi and blood surged, and his heart was terrified. He Xie at this time was stronger than the He Xie he faced in Juxian Village. much more.

He Xie pointed out again and again. He fused the invisible sword qi of the Six Meridian Divine Sword, the ginseng fingers and Shaolin's various fingerings. It was sharp and mighty. It could be called the most powerful long-range attack in the world today. Can you stop?

At the moment, the group of heroes was in chaos, and they were suppressed and fled everywhere.

He Xie stretched out his hand to catch the falling Xiao Lian, and with a long whistle, he shot straight at the chaotic crowd. Wherever the sword shadow passed, people fell down like leeks!

He Xie quickly killed a pair of people. He turned his head, but saw a long knife cut off his head.

"Death!"

The person who came roared angrily, who was Shan Zheng?

This knife is so powerful that it can be said that it is Shan Zheng's most proud knife.

But He Xie took the sword and drew a circle forward, Shan Zheng's wrist suddenly lightened, and the big sword in his hand and his forearm clattered to the ground.

Before he could react, he felt a numbness in his chest, all of his energy disappeared, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Before dying, he only saw He Xie walking past him without looking back.

He suddenly realized that his hatred, the other party never paid attention to it.

"Father!" Five screams of horror and indignation came in unison, but it was Shan Zheng's five sons.

"Hey!" He Xie agreed and killed with his sword.

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