Because I have to go to work today and won’t get back until 12 o’clock. I remember to update around 1 o’clock, so I skipped lunch and coded hard. Hey, it’s still late, sorry! Update notice for the next chapter: around 19:00 in the evening.
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"Swipe"
Fifteen masked men and fifteen gleaming long knives were raised in order, and only two sounds were heard, which shows that these people usually cooperate with each other in a tacit understanding.
A sharp sword energy came from three directions.
"Roar--"
With uniform low roars, the three of them rushed towards Qin Xiang with three long knives containing sharp sword energy.
The long knife cut through the air, like three lightning bolts, and with a flash of cold light, they were in front of Qin Xiang and Zhang Xiangyu. These people actually attacked Qin Xiang twice and Zhang Xiangyu once. It seemed that they had no intention of letting the innocent Zhang Xiangyu go.
Zhang Xiangyu had never seen such a scene before. When the cold light flashed, her mind went blank. She was confused and didn't know what to do. She closed her eyes in horror and didn't dare to open them.
At this moment, Qin Xiang moved, and a cold light in the dark night passed around Zhang Xiangyu's slim body like a dragon. Zhang Xiangyu felt Qin Xiang suddenly let go of her hand, and heard two "chichi" sounds in his ears.
sound, followed by three muffled groans.
Zhang Xiangyu was worried about Qin Xiang. Although he was scared, he still opened his eyes and saw the three masked men who had just rushed forward, each holding a knife on his shoulder and staggering back, with the long knife hanging down from the back.
"Xiao Xiangzi, you are great!" Zhang Xiangyu clapped her hands and cheered, but the next moment, when she stood back to Qin Xiang's original position, she couldn't help but have a look of worry on her face again.
It turned out that although Qin Xiang forced the three men back with one sword, a large amount of sweat poured out from his forehead, and his face was very pale. It seemed that just one move had already consumed a lot of energy on his part.
"He is really seriously injured and is at the end of his strength. Fight quickly!" One of the men in black shouted in the island language.
"It's really an island ninja!" Zhang Xiangyu said angrily.
As soon as the man in black finished speaking, the twelve people immediately divided into two groups, one group of six people, staggered forward and backward, and rushed towards Qin Xiang and the two at the same time.
Qin Xiang grabbed Zhang Xiangyu's hand again, and with a sudden pull, he was like a loach, scurrying around her. The green feather sword in his hand flew out in succession. Zhang Xiangyu did not close his eyes this time.
She closed her eyes, and in the cold light flashing, she only heard the sound of "chichichi", and then heard the sound of fine steel falling to the ground. The long knives in the hands of the first group of six people who rushed forward had been cut into pieces by Qin Xiang.
Two cuts.
The six people broke their long swords, paused, and quickly retreated. The six people behind them stepped forward quickly. The time when the six long swords came out and attacked was less than half a second from the six swords in front.
Qin Xiang's soft sword did not stop dancing, and with two "clang" sounds, two more long knives were cut off, but two more long knives were slashed at Zhang Xiangyu, and the other two long knives were slashed at him.
"Hey--"
Qin Xiang suddenly grabbed Zhang Xiangyu and threw it upwards. The body weighing more than 90 kilograms flew up into the air like a rag doll weighing several pounds. Zhang Xiangyu was caught off guard and screamed "Ah" with both hands and feet.
Waving wildly.
Qin Xiang's feet were like a dragon and snake circling furiously. The green feather sword shook, "Buzz~~~~", the sword light flashed across like a green dragon roaring, and with two "chichi" sounds, he slashed at the two black men who were attacking Zhang Xiangyu.
The man in clothes' wrist holding the sword was immediately chopped off by him, and the sharp sword energy caused the two men to fall away with screams of excitement.
At the same time, the green feather sword seemed to be able to turn around, and the soft sword trembled and screamed in the air, like a roaring green snake. With a "chi-" sound, the tip of the sword had already pierced the target that was slashing towards him.
One of them had his chest, but the other person's long knife struck his left shoulder with a "swipe". As blood spattered, Qin Xiang drew back his sword and revived it. With a "crack" sound, the man's entire right shoulder was cut.
The arms were cut off.
Although the offensive of the last six people was broken up by Qin Xiang, he was also injured. At this time, Zhang Xiang Yufang fell from the sky, but the six people who had just cut off half of the sword by him pounced on him again.
These two groups of people seemed to have already calculated the gap between advance and retreat. You advance and I retreat, I retreat and you advance. They connected the offensive together and kept the offensive formation as solid as an iron barrel. There was no chance at all.
Qin Xiang had a chance to breathe.
Qin Xiang's body was weak, and he had consumed a lot of his energy after repeatedly resolving the opponent's attacks. He already felt that he was unable to do what he wanted. Seeing the opponent's fierce formation that put him to death, he couldn't help but arouse his heroic spirit, and he "whooped" in his mouth.
There was a strange roar, and Zhang Xiangyu's fallen body suddenly spun up like a top until she was seven or eight meters high. She was so horrified that she screamed loudly.
At this moment, Qin Xiang threw the Qingyu Sword out quickly, and at the same time whispered "Ha" in his mouth. The Qingyu Sword was like a flying sword, flickering six times in a row, without any distinction between the front and back strokes.
On the arms of the six people who were attacking again, the six broken knives fell to the ground at the same time with a clang, clang, clang, and the six people also retreated staggeringly. This wave of attack was once again broken by him.
Zhang Xiangyu fell down in shock, Qin Xiang stretched out his arms and easily hugged her and put her down. At this time, the Qingyu sword flew back, Qin Xiang took it smoothly, his tiger eyes glared, and two wisps of cold light came towards him like ice knives, who were adjusting their formation.
The masked men who attacked in the second round shouted: "You are not from the island country, who are you?"
At this time, only one of the fifteen people was uninjured, three had their hands broken, and one was pierced through the chest by Qin Xiang's sword. These four people were no longer able to fight, but there were still three with shoulder injuries and scratches on their arms.
The six injured people and the uninjured one can still organize an attack on Qin Xiang.
However, when they saw Qin Xiang's deep shout, these people couldn't help being surprised. One of them laughed and said in the island dialect: "We are the island people."
Qin Xiang said coldly: "You can't learn 30% of the sword skills of the island country ninjas; although your island country language is good, your pronunciation is still wrong, and the offensive formation you use is an ancient Chinese formation.
, called the Huanqu Formation. This formation has never been spread to outsiders. How could the ninjas of the island country use this offensive formation? You are basically Chinese. What is the purpose? I'm afraid it's not as simple as wanting to kill me, Qin Xiang, right?
"
"Haha, it seems that I still can't hide it from you. I heard that Qin Potian once obtained the Qingyu Sword, a celestial god in the tomb. It must be the soft sword in your hand that is as sharp as clay. You left the Qingyu Sword
, we will spare your life!" The person who spoke was the person who just spoke the island language. Among the fifteen people, he was the only one who was not injured.
"Who is Qin Potian? I don't know him, but the sword in Qin's hand is indeed the Qingyu Sword. But if you want to take it away, you may still be a little weak, right?" Hearing "
The name "Qin Potian" made Qin Xiang's heart tighten involuntarily, but in his impression, he had indeed never heard of this name before, but there was no doubt that the sword in his hand was the Qingyu Sword.
Qin Potian? His surname is also Qin. Are you related to him in any way?
Suddenly, Qin Xiang's heart became a little confused.