The confrontation between the strong has a suffocating feeling. Anyone who blocks them seems to be on their backs, and involuntarily dodges aside. Those who are as arrogant as the Zuo brothers dare not hesitate at all.

Qiu Buxin grinned, his white teeth flashed with light, and his murderous intent was hidden, which was even more gloomy and terrifying than his serious expression. He said in a deep voice: "Who is your sacred? How dare you hurt others in front of me Qiu Buxin, and don't take Nufeng Village seriously, would you be impatient to live?" His voice was like a whirl of gold and iron, and every word was sonorous and powerful. Even though it was dozens of feet apart, it still made everyone's eardrums hurt.

On the way to pick up Liu Sanba, he received news of his retreat. In furious, he personally led the team back to take revenge. In order to avoid alarming the snake, they abandoned their horses and surrounded the ancestral hall this time, trying to catch all the people inside. Unexpectedly, a mysterious master appeared out of nowhere, causing their wishful thinking to fail. It was difficult to mess with just looking at the other party's posture, and it might be kicked to the iron plate.

The swordsman smiled with a tooth, and had a heroic and unruly style, and was as strong and unyielding as the pride of snow and green pine, saying, "The unknown soldier in Xia Nai River and the other surname is Ouyang Mingjue. The leader of Qiu must have never heard of it. If anyone does not offend me, I will not offend others. If someone offends me, I will offend others. Your bows and arrows are shooting at me, so I have to return the original objects."

Qiu Buxin's pupils contracted and murmured, "Ouyang Jue?" He searched all his mind and could not find the corresponding information. No famous master could be associated with the other party. Only in this way did he feel uneasy. The military corps said, "Know yourself and your enemy, you will never be defeated in a hundred battles." Ouyang Jue's momentum and skills are not weaker than him, but he is unknown in the world and willing to be lonely. Such a person is the most terrible opponent. Because the other party is unknown, you don't know which sect he came from, what martial arts he is good at, and what depth of his internal skills are. There is no context to find when fighting, and you must fight twelve points of spiritual response.

Ouyang Jue said loudly: "The Master Qiu knows nothing about me, but I heard that you were born in the Demon Sect. You once personally guided your martial arts. Then you went to troubled times and fought for the world. You created a sword technique for the cracking of the prison on the battlefield. You are invincible and the blood is even more cruel. The Master Qiu is among the top 20 masters in the world. It is rare today, so you should ask for advice." Although facing the experts in the world, there is no timidity on your face.

Qiu Buxin felt relieved, but he was prepared. He found out his details and said coldly: "Ouyang Jue, if you have the ability, you will draw the story, and I will definitely accompany you!"

Ouyang Jue flicked the scabbard and said slowly: "Okay, then please borrow your head and use it!"

Everyone was surprised when this statement came out. Ouyang Jue was only single, and he dared to say that he could take Qiu Wuxin's life. This courage is unique in the world. Not to mention Qiu Wuxin's martial arts are so high that he was. Just the more than 40 roaring wind armored soldiers beside him rushed forward, it would be enough to exhaust three or five masters to death. But looking at Ouyang Jue's appearance, he did not lose his rationality. Could it be that his martial arts have reached an extraordinary and fascinating level?

Qiu Buxin laughed: "I don't know how many people want to kill me, but now they have become lonely souls in the wilderness! Since you don't understand the height of the sky and the earth, just try my blood-splitting sword!" He held the hilt of the knife with one arm, and with a clang, the sword light rose up. I saw a thick, blood-red sword knife full of blood in the air. There seemed to be blood flowing on the back of the knife, and the blood-colored sword light shone everywhere, dyeing the surrounding black armor red. The night wind blew, and the whimpering sound of the soul of the wronged soul came into his ears, making people stand up.

Ouyang Jue's face became solemn and he whispered: "What a magic knife!"

Qiu Buxin held the blood knife in his hand, and the human sword was one. His whole body seemed to be soaked in blood. The evil and fierce aura was like a tide. Even the raging wind armored soldiers beside him were about to retreat. His blood-red eyes stared at the opponent in the distance and said grimly: "Ouyang Jue, draw the sword!"

Ouyang Jue shook his head and said, "My sword is not for viewing. When it was unsheathed, you were no longer in the world!"

Qiu Buxin was extremely angry, and pointed his sword forward and shouted coldly: "Kill!"

As soon as the word "kill" fell, the raging wind warriors roared at the same time, which made everyone's eardrums buzz, like a tiger that had left the gate, rushing forward bravely, and followed Liu Sanba and the black-armored man holding guns into the hall. They were holding long weapons. Before the person arrived, the snow-like blade had already stabbed, and the terrifying murderous aura made people fall into the ice cave.

Dongfang Changhe and others were the first to be hit, and there was nothing to say. Anyway, you either die or I die tonight, and each used his own skills to enter the enemy group. Most of the people have experienced the power of the Rage Wind Armored Soldiers and knew that they were good at collective combat and joined forces to defeat the enemy. Therefore, during the second confrontation, Dongfang Changhe and others consciously used the spacious space in the hall to carry out their light skills, scattered and lured the enemy to pursue, and then found an opportunity to defeat them. Only the Zuo brothers relied on their martial arts skills, did not avoid or avoid them, and used their skills to enter the hand-to-hand sword without hands, and aimed at the place with the largest number of people to kill them.

For a moment, the sound of killing in the hall was shocked by the sky, with figures surrounded by blood and splashing. The two people and horses intertwined, and the battle was difficult to separate.

During the melee, Tang Bowen's acupoints were not allowed to be slammed. Li Yan'er immediately picked him up and jumped up. A nine-section soft whip flew out of her sleeves, rolled up the beam at a high place, and took the force to fall on the beam. It was suspended from the battlefield here, which could be temporarily protected from harassment. At the moment of life and death, Li Yan'er had no time to pay attention to the tragic situation below and quickly turned around to untie the acupoints that her husband was sealed.

"Li Yan'er!" Qiu Buxin suddenly saw a stunning woman jumping up from the crowd. The figure that was originally wanted to rush out was shocked, and his mind was shocked. He raised his head and looked up at her in disbelief. His eyes changed, and there was greed mixed in surprise. In fact, he was also one of Li Yan'er's admirers back then. Later, he was defeated by Chi Yan, the eldest disciple of the Demon Sect leader, and withdrew from the competition sadly, but he always missed her. This time he heard that Li Yan'er might have fled to Jiangxi and believed that it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so he devoted all the good players in the village to monitor at various intersections of the road. He had already made up his mind to have a kiss on the death of the overlord, but he had fulfilled his long-cherished wish. Li Yan'er was blocked by Dongfang Changhe and others just now, and he did not see her. At this time, he saw that she was more charming and mature than before, and his desire surged, and he wished he could capture her soul on the spot.

Qiu Buxin was separated from his mind, and Ouyang Jue immediately felt something. He shook his body slightly, jumped up and stepped on the head of a storm soldier. His internal force was revealed, and the skulls on the soles of his feet were broken. He leap forward with the force and rushed out of the hall. His body movement was as fast as lightning. Wherever the sword energy passed, everyone was shocked and avoided.

Hu Xiaomao looked at the swords and swords around him and the tragic situation of blood and flesh flying, so scared that his teeth trembled, and he wished he could make a hole in the ground to hide. He closed his eyes, slumped on the floor, hugging Li'er tightly and did not dare to move. Listening to the sound of swords and guns stabbing into the ** and moans, he felt that every breath was so long, as if he was experiencing an endless nightmare. Whether it was useful or not, all the gods, Bodhisattvas, and ancestors who could think of it all prayed to bless themselves not to be killed by others in the chaos. Everyone was fighting fiercely, but no one noticed these two scared children.

Suddenly, a few drops of warm liquid splashed on his face. Hu Xiaomao opened his eyes and saw Mo Tianfeng's long sword pulling out from the throat of a raging wind armored soldier. The armored soldiers bleed and fell to the ground, their eyes wide open, and they didn't know where to look. He heard a scream from his side, and one arm fell to the ground. It turned out that another armored soldiers had their right arm cut off by Dongfang Changhe shoulders, but refused to retreat. They stabbed their opponent with a gun in one hand, as if they were crazy tigers. Dongfang Changhe kicked them out, hitting his lower abdomen, and kicking him down.

The soldier with broken arms fell in front of Hu Xiaomao. When he looked up, he saw the two trembling children. His heart was like a burning murderous intent and his eyes were red. He didn't care about the other party's age. He pulled out the dagger from his waist, knelt up, and stabbed it into Li'er's vest. Hu Xiaomao didn't have time to think about it, hugged Li'er and turned it sideways. A chill behind his back, and a severe pain came into his mind. He couldn't help his screaming and tears surged. The soldier with broken arms was about to make up for a knife, but suddenly felt his neck tight and had been mercilessly entangled by a soft whip. He lost his strength and fell to the ground and died. It turned out that Li Yan'er and his wife saw their daughter in danger at a high place, and they rushed over. Unexpectedly, they were still one step slower. Fortunately, Hu Xiaomao sacrificed herself to protect Li'er, otherwise they would have lost their beloved daughter.

Li Yan'er shook her soft whip and threw the body into the crowd. Tang Bowen quickly stepped up from her, quickly pointed acupoints on Hu Xiaomao to stop bleeding, sprinkled with golden sores, bandaged the wound, and completed it in the blink of an eye. Years of life and countless injuries have made him a true master of medical skills, and it is really easy to deal with such minor injuries.

Li Yan'er held her daughter into her arms and said tremblingly: "Li'er, you scared your mother to death!" She looked up and down in panic, fearing that she would be hurt a little, tears filled her eyes and blurred her vision. Tang Bowen held Hu Xiaomao's hand gratefully, "Little brother, are you okay?" If Hu Xiaomao hadn't sacrificed his life to block this knife, Li'er might have lost her life.

Hu Xiaomao said reluctantly: "Uncle Tang, I have nothing to do. How is Li'er like?"

Although Li'er didn't see how he was injured, she could guess that it was because she wanted to protect herself. She gently broke free from her mother's arms, hugged Hu Xiaomao, her delicate lips were gently printed on his cheeks, and she whispered: "Brother Xiaomao, I'm fine, thank you!"

Hu Xiaomao smelled the faint fragrance of her daughter, felt the gentle lip marks on her face, and her face turned red as if burning. Suddenly, she felt that the wound on her back no longer hurts much, and she only knew how to grab her hair and smile foolishly.

Ouyang Jue was several ups and downs, and Li Qiu didn't believe it was only ten feet long. His whole body rushed over like a crossbow arrow shot out. But he saw the sword energy surrounding him, repelling the falling rain into the sky. Even the thick night could not hide the amazing momentum. He had not drawn his sword while running, but he actually gave people a strange feeling, as if he was a sword, a sword was him, and the man and sword were united, invincible. Especially his deep and boundless eyes, so deep that people could not see how strong his fighting spirit was, but his arrogant expression was enough to destroy the confidence of any opponent and make them mentally collapse.

The powerful sword energy came straight towards him, and the pressure rose sharply. Qiu Buxin was in a daze and immediately woke up from the **, driving Li Yan'er's figure out of his mind. He looked at his opponent approaching at high speed and couldn't help but regret his loss just now, so that his momentum was taken away by the enemy and he had lost before the confrontation. The masters fought decisively, life and death are often just a matter of a momentum. If one side is not determined enough, he may lose because of this.

Qiu Buxin is worthy of being a battle-hardened person. He immediately concentrated his mind and breathed, his eyes fixed on his opponent. He suddenly opened his mouth and roared wildly, as if a monster roared at the sky, and once again stimulated a murderous aura. The rain within three feet of his body was evaporated by internal force. His left hand touched the blood knife, and blood gushed out along the blade. After the blood knife was stained with blood, it suddenly shone brightly, like a living evil object. The sword light was sucking and spitting out, and it was about to fly away from his hands to eat the enemy. This blood knife drank the blood of thousands of people, and the fierce aura was particularly terrifying.

Qiu Buxin and the Blood Sword were combined into one, and his spirits were unstoppable. He took a step forward and suddenly exhaled and opened his breath. A sword light cut through the night sky and slashed down at Ouyang Jue.

The sword is a weapon that is conducive to attack, so Qiu Buxin must take the lead and exert the characteristics of the sword to the fullest. If he does not take the initiative to attack, but instead adopts the defensive force to resist the opponent's sword moves, then he is completely at a disadvantage in both momentum and mentality. Unless a miracle occurs, it will be difficult to recover the defeat. His current strategy of using attack instead of defense is a clever strategy, and he arouses all his fighting spirit with a stunning destruction. His martial arts originated from the Demon Sect, and it emphasizes breaking and then standing. The more dangerous it becomes, the stronger it becomes. This sword is slashed with ten successful forces, which is the ultimate of his sword technique.

The bloody sword energy hit his face. If someone else had changed, he would have been scattered. But Ouyang Jue was not at all shocked, but also had a hint of appreciation and excitement in his eyes. Seeing the blood-red sword light coming from a strange angle, he was as calm as if he had expected it. With a long sword, he had completely blocked the line of the blood sword's change.

There was only a loud bang, and the sword wind and sword energy collided and squeezed each other. The strong wind overflowed, mud and water splashed, and a big pit was blasted out of the ground. When everyone fighting fiercely heard the loud thunderous sound, they were shocked and turned their heads to look at what happened.

The two of them were about to part with each other, and Ouyang Jue was bounced into the air by the force of counter-shock. He heard a long roar, like the roar of the nine heavens, echoing in the mountains. The sword light in the night sky suddenly brightened, as if a scorching sun rose on the ground, emitting an extremely brilliant light. The sword light was so dazzling that it made everyone's eyes hurt. In the blurry hazy, countless sword lights were seen sprinkling from the sky, real and colorful, as if a huge sword flower was covered. The sword energy was so strong that it made people's eyes feel scared.

The strongest sword force emitted by Qiu Buxin was as strong as Shi Shen Dahai, which was completely resolved by his opponent. Even though he was so strong in his mind, he could not help but be shocked. He had only lost to Chi Yan since his debut, but at that time, he had more than 500 moves to fight against him, and Chi Yan was not easy to win. But this time, he could not see through the depth of the opponent's strength with Ouyang Absolute Formation! He could not think too much, the enemy's sword had been unsheathed, and the cold sword wind swept over.

Qiu Buxin's sight was full of sword light dancing with his opponent. The sword energy was like a net, covering the space between him and his left and right, making him feel like he had no way to heaven and no way to enter the ground. Ouyang Jue's figure was hidden behind the sword light, which was very blurry, making him unable to catch the change of body movements. He suddenly panickedly found that his martial arts were not on the same level as his opponent. However, the sword energy was as strong as his body, and he had no time to escape. He instinctively raised his blood knife and crashed into the core of the sword light.

Thousands of sword shadows turned from virtual to solid, and the long sword as bright as Qiushui followed an extremely perfect curve and quickly hit the most fragile place of the Blood Sword.

When the swords intersected, even the earth almost vibrated.

Before everyone could see the style of the long sword, the sword light suddenly disappeared, and Ouyang Jue had already returned to the sword and entered the sheath, and stood firm. Qiu Buxin still maintained his sword-like posture, and his eyes looked at the opponent were filled with surprise and anger. Everyone was attracted by the confrontation between them and had already stopped the melee. He looked at the two of them without blinking, and did not dare to let out an extra breath.

Suddenly, the sound of metal bursting in the field sounded, and the blood knife broke inch by inch, and the broken blade body fell to the ground at the same time, leaving only a handle in Qiu Buxin's hand.

Qiu Buxin said in a silence: "Why do you want to kill me?"

Ouyang Jue said seriously: "You secretly train troops and separating the land, which is too harmful. I promised that one person would take your life and have to kill you."

Qiu Buxin asked, "Who is that person?"

Ouyang Jue's lips moved slightly, using the skill of sending the sound into a thread, and sent it into the other party's ears. Qiu Buxin's expression changed drastically after hearing this, and he shouted to the sky: "Fuck your mother, I will never accept it if I die!" The armor on his chest suddenly cracked, and the blood arrows spurted out, his body swayed, and fell backwards. He had just cut off his heart veins by the sword energy, and until now he could no longer suppress the sword energy in his body. The hero who was rampant in Xiaoxiang finally fell to the ground and died.

"Boss!" "Boss!" The remaining rage soldiers in the hall shouted loudly and turned around and ran out in a swarm, like a group of evil wolves who had lost their leader, pounced on Ouyang Jue in anger and frantically, wanting to avenge the revenge of revenge.
Chapter completed!