The lights in the tea shop were dim and could not penetrate the forest. In a faint sense, only a dozen figures were waving across the sword energy, which was surging across the sky.

Gu Yusheng's wooden sword in his hand was stained with blood and killed two disciples of the Four Swords at an extremely fast speed.

The disciples of the Four Swordsmen couldn't help but change their faces and hesitated one by one.

One person shouted: "What are you afraid of? This kid is being chased by us all the way. It's the last moment of strength. Whoever kills him and takes back the Demon-Slaying Sword will be the hero of the Four Sword Sect!"

The words are over.

The disciples of the Four Swordsmen who were hesitating once again showed a fierce light in their eyes.

"kill!"

Another wave of sword energy flowed in the air, and the night was bright.

The rapid sound of the sword and the sword colliding suddenly came to an abrupt end.

The air was filled with blood.

Someone panicked: "No, he killed the ghost elder's personal disciple!"

hiss.

Under the dark night.

Someone took a breath.

Someone is quietly retreating.

"Form a formation!"

Another stern shout came.

The disciples living in the Four Swords Sect injected spiritual energy into the swords. In an instant, the night was as long as day!

The sword formation used by the Four Swords Gate to deal with powerful monsters is now used to deal with Gu Yusheng.

Gu Yusheng, who was in the sword formation, had a slightly pale complexion. The bowl of tea just now entered his stomach, briefly suppressing the cold and cold spirit in his body. Feeling the murderous intent hidden in the sword formation, Gu Yusheng took a deep breath. He knew that there was not much time left for himself.

If you delay, it will be extremely unfavorable for you.

Thinking of this, Gu Yusheng put his sword upright, and the lotus petals gathered at the tip of the sword. Under the dark night, a green lotus bloomed!

Soaring straight into the sky.

"Um?"

Tens of miles away, the ghost elder Yin Huai, who was walking with his sword, once again saw the sword energy soaring into the sky.

His brows frowned, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"This kid, who has hit my Yin Han Ghost, has such ability!"

"However, it's over here. On the borders of these two states, I don't have that much fear."

Yin Huai sneered, his speed suddenly accelerated, and suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him, with his back facing him.

"who!"

Yin Huai's pupils shrank.

The man didn't answer.

Yin Huai was worried that his disciples would lose their disciples, so he said irritably: "Go away."

He resolutely drew his sword.

A sword with a terrifying ghost spirit penetrated the figure.

However, Yin Huai frowned, and saw that the sound of water was boiling around him.

The figure stood calmly: "Go back to the Four Swords Gate."

"It's mysterious!"

The sword in Yin Huai's hand turned into a strange ghost shadow, waving it in the air!

But the sword in the ghost's hand disappeared quietly just halfway.

I saw two thin hands clamping the invisible sword.

With a little force, the sword whined and turned into ashes and disappeared.

At the same time.

The sword in Yin Huai's hand was also broken strangely.

The mind was implicated and he couldn't help but spit a mouthful of black blood.

"This is the ghost sword art inherited by the Four Swordsmen? But that's all, I can only bully the younger generation who are not well-versed in the world. Going back and re-cultivating for a hundred years may give me a look."

The figure changed slightly, turning into a drop of water, and suddenly penetrated into Yin Huai's eyebrows in the darkness.

After a moment.

Yin Huai's breath fell directly to a realm.

In his abdomen, the dantian was shattered and the spiritual energy was everywhere, and he was on the verge of collapse at any time.

Wow!

Yin Huai vomited black blood in his mouth.

Falling to the ground.

Support the body with a broken sword.

He looked at the end of the silent mountains in horror.

Escape in the direction that came without looking back.

Old man Qiao from the tea shop opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with ancient wells without waves. His eyes fell on the shining lotus sword shadow, and his eyes were shocked: "What is Lao Qin's teaching?"

When the green lotus scattered, the surrounding Yuanling was in chaos and no one could use the sword-controlling technique.

Several practitioners from the Four Swords Sects were still alive, and at this time, neither side had a way out.

Or childbirth.

Or die.

Strong and firm!

The sword shadows in the darkness roared.

Gu Yusheng's figure kept changing. The wooden sword could not bloom with its sword energy, but it was still unstoppable. It reaped the lives of others with one sword and one sword.

"eleven."

"twelve."

"Thirteen."

Old man Qiao silently pressed the table with his hands. He was not planning how many people the boy killed, but identifying how many basic sword moves the boy used.

"fourteen."

Old man Qiao seemed to have some obsessive-compulsive disorder. When he counted to fourteen, he picked up the tea and took a sip, as if the wrinkles between his eyebrows had been stretched a little.

"Old Qin, who has been carrying a sword for his whole life, has spent so much effort to cultivate a person."

Old man Qiao pondered.

Should I take action?

The young man was fighting with his last will.

He was injured.

In the darkness.

The boy stabbed another sword.

Old man Qiao's eyes lit up.

"fifteen."

His expression was stunned.

Slowly put down the tea in your hand.

After a while.

The fight in the distance ended.

Gu Yusheng dragged his tired body and walked step by step.

The wooden sword he was holding was bleeding.

The white robe was stained with blood.

The arms are bleeding.

Under the candlelight.
To be continued...