Seeing this, Liu Yuehong jumped down next to Ye Shaohan and said to the middle-aged man: "Liu Yuehong of Xiyue Peak!"
Liu Yuehong's words broke the strange atmosphere. The middle-aged man also recognized Liu Yuehong. He put away his sword and said to Liu Yuehong: "What happened here?"
Hearing this, Liu Yuehong shook her head slightly and told what she knew.
After Liu Yuehong finished speaking, Ye Shaohan tied the stone sword behind his back again and said to Liu Yuehong: "Let's go!"
"Since this matter was discovered by you, then follow me back to the peak and explain it to the elders of the Law Enforcement Hall!" Seeing Ye Shaohan about to leave, the middle-aged man dissuaded him.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan glanced at the middle-aged man indifferently, took out his sword from his arms, shook it at several people, and then left calmly.
Looking at the few people who were about to turn to stone, Liu Yuehong smiled politely. This Sword God Sect has a rule. Those who stop sending sword stickers will die!
The crisp laughter disappeared in the sky, and the middle-aged man just reacted and murmured softly: "It turned out to be a gift of sword stickers, but which peak does that young man belong to?"
"Could it be Luoxia Peak? That young man's eyes are extremely terrifying!" Shaking his head slightly, the middle-aged man had to arrange for the disciples behind him to deal with the funeral.
Two figures streaked across the sky like a rainbow, and the killing seemed to have never stopped. Every few miles, Ye Shaohan and Liu Yuehong discovered the massacred village. Looking at the bloody scene, murderous intent appeared on Liu Yuehong's delicate face.
In two consecutive villages, Ye Shaohan and Liu Yuehong killed two more groups of men in black, but they did not encounter any strong men in the fake Lingzong realm.
At this moment, Liu Yuehong more or less understood what Ye Shaohan said: "Kill to stop killing!"
Everyone has their own persistence, their own beliefs, and their own beliefs. Despite this, Liu Yuehong still insists on her original beliefs.
The night is like a ferocious devil, coiling over the earth, and killing seems to be the theme of the night, endless killing.
At a mountain range on the edge of the Sword God Mountain Range, a massacre was taking place. Although the massacre was hindered, the fact of the massacre could not be concealed.
In the roaring cold wind, Wuhen's figure stood proudly, and his snowy white clothes formed a sharp contrast with the blood pool on the ground.
Behind Wuhen stood a young man whose temperament was no less than Wuhen's. The young man's whole body faintly revealed a majestic power, and the long sword dripping with blood in his hand was even more chilling.
Leng Qianfeng, the chief disciple of Chaoyang Peak, whose cultivation has reached the level of perfection, this time he is sending the sword patch on behalf of Chaoyang Peak.
Next to the young man stood a young man. This young man was dressed in black robes and had an ordinary appearance. He held a sword in one hand and a wine bottle in the other, with lazy eyes.
This lazy young man's name is Bu Jingxian, the chief disciple of Xingchen Peak, and the person sent by Xingchen Peak to deliver the sword sticker this time.
Wuhen, Leng Qianfeng and Bu Jingxian were originally waiting for the senders of Sunset Peak and Luoxia Peak in a mountain pavilion thousands of meters away from the village. However, a few moments ago, the harsh and tragic sound came out.
The cry alarmed the three people.
When the three people arrived here, they witnessed a massacre. A man in black took away countless defenseless old people and children with a sharp knife in his hand.
On those uneven rocks, several blood pools emerged. Following the mountain slope, the surrounding snow water mixed with blood merged into them.
The daily necessities that Jian Shenmen needs on daily basis are provided by these villagers. To a certain extent, Jian Shenmen has the obligation to protect these villagers. The scene in front of them undoubtedly angered several people.
The strength of the three people was enough to reverse the situation, but unexpectedly, several old men in black robes with extremely terrifying cultivation levels were killed in the end. These old men in black robes all had silver masks on their faces.
The sword with the cold light looked so eye-catching. The screams around him gathered into a sea, intertwined with the sound of the roaring cold wind. No matter the sound of the wind or the screams, they could not cover up the killing tonight.
Catching a glimpse of a strand of long hair falling in front of his eyes, Wuhen looked solemnly at the four black-robed old men in front of him, especially the aura that pervaded those four people, which made his heart palpitate.
"Senior Brother Qianfeng, Senior Brother Jingxian, I will hold down two of them in a moment, and you can quickly deal with your opponents!" Wuhen said solemnly with his back to Leng Qianfeng and the other two.
The four old men in black robes in front of them are all fake Lingzong realm warriors. Especially the extremely ruthless swordsmanship of the four of them makes people have to be wary.
Previously, Wuhen was careless and received a palm from one of the old men in black robes. He suppressed the blood boiling in his chest, and Wuhen's body shot out in vain.
In Wuhen's hands, the seven-foot green peak turned into a sharp weapon that could cut through everything in the world. As the son of the sect leader, Wuhen's sword skills were all terrifying. However, when faced with the combined attack of two black-robed old men, these martial arts skills
But it looked so pale.
Seeing Wuhen take action, Leng Qianfeng waved the cold sword in his hand and faced an old man in black robes.
Only Bu Jingxian hesitated to take action and took a sip of wine. Bu Jingxian's terrifying aura locked the last old man tightly.
Previously, the three of them were defeated by the combined attack of the four black-robed old men. Now their plan was to break through one by one. The wine bottle slipped from his hands, and Bu Jingxian's eyes became extremely sharp.
Hiss! The sword was instantly drawn, and Bu Jingxian's figure shot out. For a moment, in this village that was like a hell on earth, sword shadows filled the sky, and the sword energy was shocking!
The sword energy shocked the whole sky, and the whole sky looked particularly hazy under the sword energy that filled the sky.
As the chief disciples of each peak, Wuhen and others' cultivation levels are extremely terrifying, and a single sword movement can cause the surrounding space to vibrate.
However, it is extremely difficult to deal with these four black-robed old men in a short period of time.
Especially Wuhen, who vaguely fell below. These four old men in black were all good at attacking together, and their sword shadows kept coming together, putting great pressure on Wuhen.
Not only that, but the men in black who were massacring the villagers also joined in, and for a while, there was a lot of darkness around them.
Chaoyangfeng's sword was masculine, giving people a sense of power as soon as it opened and closed. However, Leng Qianfeng was completely suppressed by the black-robed old man.
As the chief disciple, Leng Qianfeng's sword skills were incomparably terrifying. However, the old man in black robe who was fighting with him happened to be able to overcome Leng Qianfeng's sword power, and for a while, the two were in a stalemate.
Xingchenfeng's sword movement was very elegant, with long hair flying, and Bu Jingxian's figure was like the stars in the void, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing.
Sword shadows emerged one after another, and finally swept towards the black-robed old man. For a moment, this step of Jingxian occupied the top.
The pungent smell of blood filled the air, and within a few miles, the smell of blood was extremely strong.
The night is not only a stage for killing, but also a stage for monsters. Some small monsters rush over and quietly gnaw on human corpses.
Exclaims, screams, and sword whistles gathered together, and the village was originally full of elegance, with exquisite buildings sprouting out one after another.
However, under the sword energy that filled the sky, the exquisite buildings collapsed one after another, and the collapsed buildings directly suppressed the injured.
If death could bloom into a song of lamentation, then this place would be filled with lamentations.
The battle between the strong and the fate of Chiyu was played out in the village. The figures of Wuhen and others also appeared one after another, and the sword energy stirred up the snowflakes in the sky.
"Damn it!" Wuhen cursed in a low voice. The two black-robed old men in front of him were extremely experienced in their combined power. Under the close attack of the two, Wuhen had no chance to counterattack.
Although talent is important, experience is even more important at this moment.
Compared with Wuhen's offensive, the offensive of the two black-robed old men was obviously more sophisticated, and their attacks could always land exactly where Wuhen would appear in the next second.
In short, under the offensive of these two black-robed old men, Wuhen felt depressed and had no chance to exert his full strength.
Seeing that Leng Qianfeng and Bu Jingxian had not yet finished dealing with their respective opponents, Wuhen's heart sank slightly, and he suddenly retreated, forcing back the two old men's attack with one sword blow.
"Kill the enemy with the Jinghong Formation of Sword Qi!" Leng shouted, and Wuhen's figure quickly jumped towards Leng Qianfeng and Bu Jingxian.
Hearing this, Bu Jingxian and Leng Qianfeng immediately gave up their opponents and jumped towards Wuhen.
The three people gathered together again, and a majestic momentum emerged from the three of them. For a moment, the three figures moved at the same time, and three huge sword shadows several feet long emerged.
The Sword Qi Jinghong Formation is a unique sword formation of the Sword God Sect, and its power is naturally not bad, not to mention the gathering of the three Wuhen people.
The three sword shadows rotated with the three figures as the center, stirring the wind and snow within a few miles. As the three people slashed their swords at the same time, the three sword shadows suddenly gathered together and turned into a stream of light downwards.
Shoot away.
The four old men in black robes also gathered together, and they were standing in a sword formation.
Four dark red swords floated up, and several swords emerged above the four people. As the four people slashed with their swords, the swords also came out.
When the sword shot out, four figures of the black-robed old man followed closely behind.
Bang bang! The huge sword shadow was completely wrapped by the sword. At this moment, the figures of the four black-robed old men arrived and struck out with a sword, instantly shattering the sword shadow.
The shadow of the sword turned into sword energy that filled the sky and dissipated. Seeing this, the eyes of Wuhen and others showed a trace of sluggishness, and even then they became solemn. The combined attack skills of these four black-robed old men were much better than them.
If Wuhen and the others want to defeat the enemy with a sword formation, then they must use each other's shortcomings to counter the enemy's strong points!
Without slowing down at all, the four old men in black robes immediately dispersed the sword array of the three Wuhen men, and their majestic momentum also dissipated.
The sword shadows all over the sky appeared again, and the three of them had to fight against the dense sword shadows again.
"Now it is obviously impossible for the three of me to kill the four people in front of me. Now, all I can do is to hold them back. This place is only a few hundred miles away from the Sword God Sect. With the momentum created now, my father will definitely
Will notice it!" Wuhen thought secretly, and glanced at Leng Qianfeng and the others nearby. Seeing this, Leng Qianfeng and the others understood what Wuhen meant.