However, the master's move was just a millisecond. Ma Jiajue had already had a desperate ambition and was as powerful as a rainbow. At the moment when the swordsman hesitated, the hammer hit the swordsman.

The long sword stabbed into Ma Jiajue's right shoulder and the iron hammer hit the swordsman's head.

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Jiajue let out a painful hum.

The swordsman's brain splattered everywhere, and the scene was extremely bloody.

Kill! The Demon Sect and the people in Biquan Villa were fighting each other, and the scene was suddenly chaotic. Liu Qingfeng and I were guarding Yang Yichao for fear that someone would attack him.

During the group battle, another first-class old worshipper in Biquan Villa was put in his hand in his sleeve, standing not far away watching, watching coldly, never taking action.

There are many masters in Biquan Villa, and there are constant casualties in the Demon Sect. Even Song Sandao's three-sword technique failed when facing an opponent with a higher level than him. If it weren't for Liu Qingfeng's help, he would have been injured.

Ma Jiajue descended like a god of killing. The sword in his left shoulder did not stop bleeding. The blood was dyed red. He threw a hammer and fought two fifth-grade masters with his right hand. He made a sound like a wild beast. Seeing this, the first and second-grade guest of Biquan Villa stepped forward a few steps, and his two fists made a plum blossom, hitting Ma Jiajue's hammer with all his strength.

After all, the difference in realms was too big. Ma Jiajue fell three or four feet backwards, fell to the ground, spitting blood in his mouth, and stood up with a hammer, staring at the man tightly. Seeing this, the man bullied himself forward and punched him.

I was far away from there and could not save me. If I really wanted to hit me, I was afraid that Ma Jiajue would be killed on the spot. At this moment, a princess chuckled, and two scimitars came first. The purple air wrapped around the hilt, blocking the Guqing's fatal blow.

It was the White Tiger, one of the four great masters of the Demon Sect. At the Jiangnan Martial Arts Conference that day, the White Tiger had the Shura Purple Qi, which was destroyed by the monk Yuantong. However, Yuantong was the four great monks of Shaolin Temple. His martial arts had reached the realm of enlightenment. How could he be compared to this second-rank guest?

If someone comes to sign up, I won’t kill the nameless people.

The White Tiger Princess smiled, with a charming attitude, and asked with a smile, Who are you?

Xiang Feitian, the Long Divine Fist in Xiaguan. Today, I will help Master Li kill the demons of the Demon Sect. Don’t meddle in other people’s business.

The white tiger's eyebrows were angry and his face was unhappy. I was just a meddling nosy person, looking at the knife! After saying that, he waved the knife to attack Xiang Feitian.

Xiang Feitian is quite famous in the martial arts world in the northwest and is also a brother of Li Boyang. However, Baihu is one of the four great commanders of Manichi, and his martial arts skills are also the peak of the second-grade level. How could he be afraid of him? Without ten moves, Shura purple Qi and the full moon scimitar forced Xiang Feitian to the corner. Baihu used another short sword, stabbing Xiang Feitian in the flash, and in the throat.

Xiang Feitian used up his strength at this time and was about to die.

Amitabha.

He picked up a wooden stick and Xiang Feitian only saved his life. He was so scared that he was sweating profusely.

The great monk, they bully the weak, you don’t care, I want to kill people, you will stop them, it’s so unreasonable!

The Yuantong I saw at this time was a position, and the scar on the top of my head had long disappeared. I smiled and said, Master Yuantong has returned to secular life!

Yuantong's face turned slightly red and she didn't say much. Baihu smiled and said, "Miss Sanguan, thank you for your medicine!"

Xiang donor, for my sake, please avoid the battle. Xiang Feitian Xian knew Master Yuantong and said in surprise, "Young Master, I didn't expect you to become the thug of the Demon Sect!"

Yuantong smiled and said nothing, and separated Xiang Feitian from the battle circle, so he was not allowed to take action!

A second-grade master of Biquan Villa flew backwards and vomited blood, showing that he was seriously injured.

The young master Zhong Luming wiped his hands while shook his head. His martial arts skills were too weak and extremely powerless! After that, he smiled at me and said, Brother Sanguan, I'll help you.

In less than a stick of incense, the Demon Cult suffered heavy losses, more than 20 people were killed in battle, and six or seven masters died in Biquan Villa.

Li Boyang's long sword was drawn out, and Shi Tiangang fought with him for fifty or sixty moves,

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) It gradually became unsuccessful. Seeing that the situation on the battlefield changed, Li Boyang also used the Guanlong Li family's famous skill to kill a series of swords, and Tiangang won it when the situation was about to be taken.

The wind and clouds suddenly changed, wind and sand rose everywhere, and the long sword was like a fire dragon entangled, and it was like swallowing the sky and destroying the earth, trapping Shi Tiangang in the middle.

The Buddha's name was announced on the Yuantongkou, and the long stick was delivered. There was no sound of swords and swords intersecting, and the clouds were calm and gentle, which resolved this move. Li Boyang was furious, you are a Buddhist, what are the affairs of the world!

Princess Baihu smiled and said, "He is my husband." How can he ignore the affairs of my holy teachings? The whole face turned red and he pronounced the Buddha's name, silently speaking.

Seeing Li Boyang's face turned pale, I couldn't help but sneer in my heart. To put it nicely, this Demon-Slaying Conference was to seek justice for Majiabao, but in fact, it was still the secret of the matter. However, people died for money and birds died for food, and this kind of competition for interests has always been full of blood.

The Manichaeism is weak in Shanxi, and the leader of the Shanxi branch Mo Ziqi secretly surrendered to the Li family. He thought it would be natural and he would go through a formality, but he didn't expect Ji Junbi to be rescued by me. Yang Yichao personally led a team to rescue him, and in the middle of the journey, another Yuantong came out to cause trouble?

Li Boyang was a hero after all. After a while, his face turned his head as usual and pointed at me: I won’t mention the Majiabao tragedy for the time being, but the little witch and Qin Sanguan killed my second son and insulted my beloved daughter. If I seek revenge on him, will the master still stop me?

Round passage: Donor Li, when will the revenge be repaid?

It’s easy to say, it’s not your family who dies! If you want to stop me wholeheartedly, don’t blame me for going to Shaolin Temple to find your senior brother and his death master to argue!

Baihu said: Master, don’t listen to his nonsense!

Yuantong was silent and took a step back, obviously not wanting to interfere. Shi Tiangang spitted out phlegm and snorted coldly. Then I would like to ask if the knife in my hand should be given to me!

Li Boyang laughed dryly, Shi Tiangang, you are no match for me at all. If Master Yuantong had not saved you just now, you would have already reached the Naihe Bridge.

A delicate laughter came, what about me? As soon as the voice fell, a blue shirt fell, and his body was silent like a ghost.

The visitor is Jing Yurou.

After parting with Jing Yurou, I waited for her for a night but didn't see her come back. I didn't expect that I would appear here at this moment.

I fought with Jing Yurou. Her martial arts skills were similar to Ji Junbi. Ruo and Shi Tiangang were two-on-one, and their chances of winning were even greater. However, there was an old worshipper who came with Li Boyang in Biquan Villa. He looked unpretentious. Since the beginning, he has been surfing the formation. Even if someone in the Li family was killed, he watched coldly.

Li Boyang turned around and looked at the man, Brother Du, please help.

The old man surnamed Du's face froze slightly, shook his head, and sighed: Someone had a message in the field just now, Brother Li, I'm afraid I can't take action today.

Li Boyang looked silent, neither angry nor silent.

I looked back at Ji Junbi and saw that her eyes were closed and her face was covered in coldness. She was obviously suffering great pain. Yang Yichao was at a critical moment and could not be distracted.

Suddenly, a black shadow came from the sky and attacked Yang Yichao and Ji Junbi.

The demon demon, come out and die!

When I saw the person clearly, I couldn't help but be shocked.

No wonder that night, Manager Liao said that the martial arts way to save Mo Ziqi was from the Feidao Sect in Shu. It turned out that the people from the Southwest Martial Arts Conference also came here.

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Author's words: Sanguan first wrote novels, but he was not very good at fighting scenes. In recent chapters, he lost his funny style and was very frightened. I feel that these chapters are written in a normal way. Everyone likes to read relaxed and humorous, or fight in the martial arts world. Please leave a message to help me adjust my writing style at any time. Sanguan is respectful!

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