Six corpses that had been slapped to death by Hu Xiao lay on the jade square with the scholar in the center. Blood flowed everywhere. After this battle, the archers were all stunned and forgot to shoot the next wave of arrows.
The long-bearded hut owner shouted angrily, "Disciples of the Shen family, go first!"
Two encirclements were formed in an instant. The small circle was made up of more than 20 members of the Shen family, mixed with the men of sacrifice cultivated by the Cottage. The outer circle was made up of more than 40 guests of the Changle Peak. As the battle became more and more intense, more than 30 people rushed into the white jade square. The small circle suddenly shrank. More than 20 swords and knives combined. Hsu Fengnian's left foot moved about an inch, his hands raised to break the river and shake the Kunlun Mountains. Together with the knot of black hair that the blind guqin player had learned by imitating Hu Xiao's rhythm, he had the demeanor of a Great Grandmaster. His body swayed and his Qi flowed east like a long river. The disciples of the Shen family had been practicing martial arts since they were young. They were blessed by nature when it came to training their bodies. They also had superior secret manuals and masters to guide them. The 20 swords and knives attacked in a strict manner. Although they were defeated by the mighty Qi, the small circle recovered and spread. Only a few people's swords and knives left their hands and were destroyed. Most people were safe and sound. The few who lost their weapons almost simultaneously caught the upper class swords and knives thrown by the people in the big circle behind them. The circle shrank and stretched, showing the power of the Shen Family Cottage.
West Shu had the largest dragon wall in the world. It was even bigger than the current Nine Dragon Wall in the Liyang Imperial City. When Li Chungang used three thousand streaks of Sword Qi to roll across it, it was called the Opening Shu Style.
Hsu Fengnian, who had fought against more than 60 martial artists alone, silently said, "Sword, rise."
Hsu Fengnian used Wudang Wang Zhonglou's One Finger Canglan Style to start. The Spring and Autumn Sword on his back was unsheathed. The Sword Qi covered the entire Changle Peak. Spring and autumn flashed by. Hsu Fengnian stomped his feet fiercely, creating two pits on the jade floor. Between heaven and earth, there was a stream of splendor, like a flowing comet. Compared to the somewhat crude Swallow Circling Flying Sword of the past, it truly surpassed the realm by too many levels. It was already close to the level of the Wu family's Sword Mound. At the battle of the reed marsh, when Zhao Liuding faced Li Chungang's Two-Sleeved Green Snake, he did not panic in the face of danger. He borrowed the second most famous sword of the age, the Su Of Gojoseon, from the hands of the sword attendant. This was drawing qi to control the sword. Hsu Fengnian, in an extremely rude and unreasonable manner, continued to slap randomly. This was a summary of the main points. On the other hand, the Spring and Autumn Sword Qi rolled out like a huge net. Wherever the Sword Qi reached, not only did it engulf the twenty people in the small circle, it also engulfed the forty people in the big circle.
The sword pierced through his neck, his chest, and his leg.
The sword came and went, and the Qi was endless.
The father and son of the Shen family were two of the three Master Realm cultivators on Changle Peak. The father and son had reached Rank Two one after another, which was a fantastic story in the underworld of the Orange State. It could be said that a tiger father would not have a dog son. The reason why Shen Zhi had high hopes for his illegitimate son, Zhongli Handan, was because he was waiting for the day when three Master Realm cultivators appeared in Changle Peak. This would undoubtedly help the Cottage close the gap between them and the top ten sects. The younger generation of the Shen family had many talented martial arts geniuses. As long as they did their best to raise a Rank One expert within 30 years, the Shen family would be qualified to enter the eyes of the Northern Mang Imperial Court and would be supported by large amounts of people, money, and resources. The rich would get richer. This was the underworld of the Northern Mang. Not only did the imperial court allow the small sects to eat shrimps, they would also take the initiative to help the big sects to eat the small ones. If they did not move forward, they would fall behind. In Dunhuang City, which was 600 miles away, the city lord was like a king who had established his own sect. He was called the "second king" by Little Emperor Wu. He had long wanted to devour the Shen family Cottage. If it were not for the fact that the Changle Peak and the royal family had built up a huge amount of incense and incense, which allowed several military towns to stand between them and were willing to stop the Dunhuang City forces from invading the south, the Cottage would have been devoured long ago. Living in peace, one would not think about danger. The 40 or so sects within 300 miles of Dunhuang City were examples.
The death of one person in the Cottage meant that there would be more danger. How could Shen Zhi not be worried?
The purple-robed swordsman from the eldest branch of the Cottage squinted his eyes and said gloomily, "If we don't get rid of this person, how can the Cottage stand in Mount Liuyi? Should I ask grandpa to come out? "
The Cottage Master shook his head and seemed to ask himself, "Isn't the price too high?"
The middle-aged man retorted in a low voice, "Are we going to let this person kill everyone in the square?"
The long-bearded Cottage Master squinted his eyes and said, "No hurry. Wait until he stops breathing, then you can test him again."
The next Cottage Master, who was more elegant than Zhongli Handan, said angrily, "If we still can't take him down, what should we do? If we lose face, we will be hurt. Those bastards in Dunhuang City love to take advantage of every opportunity. Won't the Cottage be in danger? If the Cottage is destroyed, how can the descendants of the Shen family live a peaceful life? We can't learn from those filthy village leaders and take the Dunhuang City Lord as our godmother and be her slave, right? The messenger from Dunhuang City on the mountain has a seductive face and a plump body. She is like a concubine in the palace. However, her heart is vicious and her tone is lawless. She just came and already said that she wants the entire Shen family of the Cottage to be the fake sons of Dunhuang City. How can I tolerate that? "
Shen Zhi frowned and said, "Don't try to goad me. Nobody knows my son better than his father. Do you really think that I'm old and dim-witted for all the tricks you've done in secret all these years? You blame me for not being willing to rely on Murong Baoding and not paving the way for you in the military world. So, you secretly made friends with the henchmen who hold the decree. Shen Kaihe, do you still think that I am your father?! "
Shen Kaihe's face was distorted and he sneered, "My mother was strangled to death by Zhongli Handan's illegitimate son with a piece of white silk. However, you don't even allow me to take revenge. What kind of father are you?"
The old man held the iron crutch tightly. He was angry at first and then sad. His eyes were lonely. He suppressed his anger and sighed, "Now that Handan is dead, you and I should be united." Looking at the sword in the square, the owner of the Cottage felt that he was old. A scholar who had become a crown could ride a sword, which was hard to find for ordinary swordsmen? The old man said slowly, "Murong Baoding is a man of great talent and bold vision, but he has a disloyal heart. Even if he can fight against Her Majesty, who is from the same clan as him, can he fight against Tuoba Bodhisattva who has military power? Can he defeat the other seven people who will sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight? If I kneel down and show my goodwill to Dunhuang City, even if the Shen family is struggling at death's door, it is better than being executed one day. "
Shen Kaihe said coldly, "Let's talk about the future. Right now, we still have to rely on people."
The old owner smiled bitterly and said nothing.
In the square, the Spring and Autumn Sword had broken through two layers of the circle. More than half of the people were dead or injured.
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