Qiao Feng knocked Xuan Ci away with one palm, and was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue him. Unexpectedly, at this moment, five figures suddenly rushed toward him from all directions, so Qiao Feng had no choice but to postpone the fight.
"Khitan dogs can be killed by everyone, let's go together!" Someone shouted and rushed towards Qiao Feng in the battle group with a sword.
Immediately, there were a cloud of responders, and Qiao Feng was instantly surrounded by enemies, making him almost invisible.
This scene is exactly the same as the battle at Juxian Village.
At the critical moment, Qiao Feng didn't even think about holding back. He killed several people with his palms, and his blood was completely aroused.
"It's shameless to be outnumbered and outnumbered!"
At this moment, Huang Shang shouted loudly, like a demonic voice filling his ears. It was the Xiaoyao sect's sound transmission and soul searching method.
He jumped into the crowd like a big bird, and Qiao Feng's back was against each other. He struck out with his palms in succession, and with great energy, more than ten people screamed and fell to the ground. At this moment, someone yelled and punched Huang Shang in the back of the heart.
, Huang Shang rarely made any moves after learning martial arts on her own. She was caught off guard when faced with a sneak attack and was immediately hit.
Unexpectedly, before the man's face showed joy, he felt that the punch was like hitting cotton, being sucked tightly, and all the internal energy in his body rushed towards Huang Shang like a torrent. He suddenly looked horrified!
The people next to him didn't know what was going on and wanted to help, but as soon as their hands touched this person, they were also sucked in. A lot of people were attracted to him as he moved back and forth.
"The great method of transforming energy!"
Chen Guyan, a beggar gang member, screamed in surprise, waved the three-section whip in his hand fiercely, and hit Huang Shang head-on.
There is a disadvantage when using the Beiming Divine Skill to absorb energy. It cannot move itself.
Seeing that Chen Guyan's attack was coming and Qiao Feng was surrounded by dozens of people, Huang Shang became anxious and had to ignore himself and forcibly reverse his internal strength to break free, but in this way, he would definitely suffer a backlash.
At the critical moment, a loud shout was heard, and a sword flashed in front of his eyes, blocking Chen Guyan's blow.
"Master Huang, Qi Liu is here!" Qi Liu shouted loudly, attacking Chen Guyan three times in a row, making Chen Guyan retreat continuously and only have the strength to parry.
On the other side, He Xie fought against more than a dozen eminent monks of the Xuan generation and had the upper hand.
As the saying goes, an elephant will be killed by ants, not to mention that the eminent monks of the Xuan generation of Shaolin are definitely not ants. Each of them has mastered one or two of the seventy-two special skills, and their internal strength is very strong, making them very difficult to deal with.
But after all, He Xie's skill had greatly increased, and it was no longer what it used to be. The sword god in his hand appeared and disappeared. In just a short period of time, four eminent monks of the Xuan generation died under his sword.
These monks were at a disadvantage. They knew that He Xie had deep internal strength, strange sword power, and elegant body skills, so they did not dare to fight He Xie head-on. When they wanted to take action, many people would attack at the same time. They would not be greedy if they missed a hit.
, fled far away in an instant, and the others immediately caught up, never giving He Xie any time to breathe.
They thought that this would kill He Xie, but little did they know that this would not be as great as the pressure they would put on He Xie if they swarmed over him.
Random punches can kill the old master, but the routine is definitely what the old master is best at.
After two or three rounds, three more people lay dead on the spot. The monks finally became desperate and anxious.
"Evil thief, please accept your fate!"
An eminent monk of the Xuan generation roared in despair and rushed forward to grab He Xie, his palms gleaming with a faint luster.
He Xie recognized that this was Shaolin's stone hand, and immediately swung his sword and cut his wrist. Unexpectedly, the monk did not dodge, but instead kicked his foot and accelerated towards He Xie!
At the same time, two monks were attacking from behind He Xie. They were attacking from three sides, leaving He Xie with nowhere to hide!
brush.
The sword fell, and the old monk's wrists were completely severed, but his body also arrived in front of He Xie like a cannonball.
At the same time, the two monks behind him all took out their palms, one struck He Xie on the back of the heart, and the other patted He Xie on the left shoulder.
An old monk from above descended from the sky and pointed at Hexie Baihui point.
Seeing that there was no way to go to the sky and no way to enter the earth, He Xie did not panic. He took a breath of Qi and his body instantly rose into the sky. Like a thunderbolt, a sword penetrated the old monk's head from above.
Turning over like a civet cat, the next moment he and the old monk changed places, and the dead old monk returned to the ground in his place.
Bang bang bang!
He Xie's movements were extremely swift and clever. By the time the old monk's body landed on the ground, the other three monks noticed something was wrong but had no time to withdraw. At that moment, the three attacks all landed on the old monk's body, and his upper body
Suddenly it was deformed and distorted.
Swish, brush, brush!
He Xie waved his sword, and the three old monks below him suddenly felt as if they were struck by lightning. They were frozen and confused. But He Xie above him turned around with a kite and pounced on the other two old monks not far away like an eagle attacking a rabbit. Behind him,
The three old monks fell sideways to the ground, but at that moment, all three of them had been stabbed by He Xie's sword from the left shoulder blade, shattering their heart veins.
"He is crazy, everyone, come together!" Shan Zheng, who was besieging Qiao Feng not far away, saw that half of the Shaolin monks were dead. He suddenly felt anxious and shouted, rushing towards He Xie first.
By this time, everyone was red-eyed. Shan Zheng roared, and immediately hundreds of people rushed towards He Xie.
He Xie killed an old monk again with his sword, but was forced back by another old monk's hand that smashed the monument. He circled like a top and retreated into the air. Suddenly he laughed loudly and violently threw the sword in his hand into the air.
Throw it, and immediately the tips of the two middle fingers continuously shoot out streams of invisible sword energy.
Puff puff!
In an instant, blood mist exploded from the chests of more than ten people, and they fell to the ground screaming!
when!
Shan Zheng blocked the blow with his knife, but was shocked by the internal force that made his mouth numb, his energy and blood surged, and he was horrified. The He Xie at this time was even more powerful than the He Xie he faced at Juxian Manor.
Much more.
He Xie pointed out his fingers repeatedly. He combined the invisible sword energy of the Six Meridians Divine Sword, Shenhe Finger and Shaolin's various fingering methods. It was sharp and powerful. It could be called the most powerful long-range attack in the world today. When he used it at this time, who could
Can it be blocked?
At this moment, the heroes were in chaos and were suppressed and fled in all directions.
He Xie stretched out his hand to catch the falling Xiao Lian, let out a long roar, and shot straight towards the chaotic crowd. Wherever the shadow of the sword passed, people fell down like leeks!
He Xie quickly killed each other, and when he turned his head, he saw a long knife cutting off his head.
"Suffer death!"
The visitor screamed angrily, who was it but Shan Zheng?
This sword is powerful and heavy, and it can be said to be Shan Zheng's most proud sword.
But He Xie held his sword and made a virtual circle forward. Shan Zheng suddenly flicked his wrist, and the sword in his hand and his forearm clattered to the ground.
Before he could react, he felt his chest go numb, all his strength suddenly disappeared, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
Before he died, he only saw He Xie passing him without looking back.
He suddenly realized that the other party had never paid attention to his hatred.
"Dad!" Five horrified, sad and angry shouts came at the same time, but they were Shan Zheng's five sons.
"Hey!" He Xie agreed and killed him with his sword.