Finally here!

So fast!

Pang Yuanshan stood up and asked anxiously: "How many people have come? Are there any disciples of Huashan Sect?"

The gang members replied: "About 300 people, Xiao Ke accompanied a man in his forties wearing moon white clothes. He should be from the Huashan School."

"Finally come!"

Pang Yuanshan's emotions slowly calmed down and said in a deep voice: "Send an alarm!"

He turned to Wu Shaoxiong again and said, "Shaoxiong, it seems that you can't rest yet, go and prepare!"

"clang"

"clang"

"clang"

The alarm bell rang out of the Angry Knife Gang, and strong men came out of the yards of each room, climbed up the roof, fenced the wall, arranged bows and arrows, strangled the passage, guarded the gate, and looked out the door with a nervous expression.

The swords and swords in front of them were hit, and feather arrows flew everywhere, and there were constant screams and screams, and the sound was getting closer and closer until the gate of the Rage Knife Gang, and the sound stopped instantly.

Hundreds of people slowly approached the headquarters of the Rage Dagger Gang, and hundreds of people from both sides surrounded the Rage Dagger Gang.

Pang Yuanshan and several hall masters climbed to the top of the hall, crossed the gate and looked outside, and saw that the owner of Mingyue Manor Xiao Keyong was accompanying a Huashan disciple, strode towards him.

Hundred steps...

Ninety steps...

All the people from the Angry Knife Gang calculated the distance silently. As long as they entered eighty steps, they entered the effective strike range of the Angry Knife Gang archers. The archers of the Angry Knife Gang archers stood up, took feather arrows, and slowly opened their bows.

"Swoosh swish swish"

A sound of arrow feathers breaking through the air came, and a rain of arrows rose from twenty steps behind Xiao Ke, and rushed towards the archer who was about to snatch the bow and shoot.

On the top of the wall of the Angry Knife Help, a strong archer was raising his bow and looking away. He was about to exert force when a black dot suddenly appeared in front of him. He was shocked. He knew it was a feathered arrow, but he didn't care about the arrow in his hand. He struggled to turn his left and finally avoided the vital points.

The sharp arrow stabbed into his right shoulder with a "pop" sound, piercing through the bones, and huge force led him to lean back, rolled down from the wall, and fell to the ground with a bang. The strong and severe pain instantly submerged his mind.

He was lucky. He didn't see that he had fallen into a coma. The twenty archers of the Angry Knife Gang were shot down the wall almost in three breaths. Except for him, all of them were caught in arrows and all died the moment they landed on the ground.

As if he received an order, the heads surging on the roof of the walls and the roof disappeared instantly, and everyone fell down.

"Arrower!"

A terrifying name surged into the hearts of all the Angry Knife Gang members, like a basin of cold water poured down in the cold winter of 1900s, and the ice sealed everyone's passionate blood, and the idea of ​​making achievements and getting rich disappeared without a trace.

Pang Yuanshan quickly looked over the roof and shrank back. Xiao Ke took about twenty steps behind him, and a slender figure of Yuebai's costume stood tall. At this moment, the man stared at him with cold eyes.

Pang Yuanshan felt cold in his heart, and he turned over and went down the roof, shouting: "Prepare to catch the enemy! When they fight together, their archers will be useless. Shaoxiong, you will deal with the archer later."

The gang members, who were worried, hurriedly held the weapons in their hands and waited for the people from Mingyue Villa to come in.

Time seemed to pass slowly, just as the members of the Angry Knife Gang could not wait in time, the door blew up and smashed into the inner room with a "bang".

The men who were about to fight behind the door screamed and fell to the ground, with wood shattered on their bodies. Most of the door panels swept across like a rotating wheel. The sharp wood shattered past five people, flew out with blood and flesh, and thrust on a rockery in the yard.

Wei Yilin's slender figure appeared at the gate and shouted loudly: "Pang Yuanshan, come out and die!"

The members of the Angry Knife Gang, who had just been pricked by the wood, were shocked by the shout containing internal force, and stood in a daze. No one raised the knife in the yard.

Wei Yilin's figure flashed and rushed into the courtyard. His sword in his hand rippled like autumn water, swaying across the throats of seven people.

While I was breathing, I came to the door of the hall, danced a ball of sword light, and hit the hall with one end. Seven blood pillars behind me surged, forming a bloody road.

Xiao Keyong followed into the yard, laughed, shouted "kill", and led the disciples of Mingyue Villa to pounce on the Rage Knife Gang.

The members of the Angry Knife Gang were just captured and before they could come back to their senses, they were rushed out of the main way by Mingyue Villa. Subsequent disciples of Mingyue Villa continued to pour in and killed them on both sides, killing them together with the Angry Knife Gang.

Wei Yilin rushed into the hall with a splash of wood. As soon as he stood still, two sword lights slashed from left and right.

Wei Yilin was calm and turned his body, avoiding the sword light on the right, stretched out his hand to the left, twisted the sword light on the left, and slapped the wrist of the person on the left, and flipped the sword horizontally, and then slapped the broken hand and waist knife towards the person on the right.

The man had just pulled away from his knife and retreated, but he was too late to dodge. He was nailed to his throat by his waist and fell to the ground to death. Wei Yilin glanced at the middle-aged man who was covering his blood-spraying and squirting away, but did not pursue him. He looked around and stared at Pang Yuanshan, who was standing with his sword in a quiet voice, and said in a deep voice: "Pang Yuanshan?"

"It's Pang, who are you?" Pang Yuanshan slowly raised his internal strength and asked.

"Wei Yilin, Huashan, I will take your life today!"

Wei Yilin gently vibrated the sword, and a sharp aura evaporated from his body and pressed towards Pang Yuanshan.

Pang Yuanshan raised the ring-headed sword in his hand, moved his body and instantly slashed towards Wei Yilin's neck. Wei Yilin took a step forward and raised his sword to block it. The heavy force forced him to take a step back. The first-class master was indeed extraordinary!

Wei Yilin felt a fierce fighting spirit in his heart and shouted: "Good come!"

As soon as he retreated, the long sword stabbed towards the front of Pang Yuanshan. Pang Yuanshan tweeted his left scabbard, his body slightly sideways, and his right hand wrapped his head and stabbed Wei Yilin's throat. Wei Yilin shook to the left, and the sword flowers in his hand fell all over the sky, and sword lights moved up and down, like a divine dragon who saw his head but not his tail, constantly wandering around Pang Yuanshan.

Pang Yuanshan saw the Huashan Dragon Sword for the first time, and could not understand the sword path. He felt awe-inspiring in his heart. He danced with his cloak with his sword technique without leaking water, constantly resisting the erratic sword light, and the sound of "ding ding dangdang" continued.

The two of them rushed from the hall to the yard, and tables and chairs flew all the way, doors and windows burst, and everyone fighting beside them quickly dodged. After a little slow, they were caught in the shadow of swords and swords, and flesh and blood fell out.

At this moment, Pang Yuanshan had forgotten everything. The Huashan Demon Sect and the Mingyue Angry Sword were all thrown behind his head, and his whole heart was placed on Wei Yilin.

He found that Wei Yilin was not actually a first-class player, but his deep skills were no worse than his first-class master. In addition, the unpredictable sword of gods and ghosts actually suppressed him, a first-class master.

The foundation of Huashan is truly unfathomable!

Pang Yuanshan's thoughts flashed through his mind and threw them all behind his head. The long sword slashed across the crossbar, with great force, but he competed with Wei Yilin for internal strength and did not gain the upper hand, but he did not retreat at all. He continued to attack and fight hard, trying to use his long arm strength and physical endurance to kill Wei Yilin.
Chapter completed!