The sword light flashed in the field, the figures swayed, and seven figures gathered in front of the temple gate.

The way to killers is to assassinate!

If the assassination fails, most people will immediately escape and find another opportunity.

But the Seven Swords of the Netherworld were not like this, but chose to show up and attack!

This shows that they are very confident in their strength, so confident that even the assassination just now is done casually.

It was raining outside the temple, lightning and thundering, and the seven figures of different heights stood in front of the door. The only thing they had in common was that each of their weapons was a knife!

The knife is not the same, there are long swords, short swords, mandarin duck swords, and simple swords!

Their nicknames were different in the world, because their swordsmanship was not the same.

There are the Shocking Sword, the Five Tigers Break the Gate, the Wind Chasing Sword, the Eight-Land Hidden Sword, and the Blade!

But there is one thing they share!

That's murderous intent!

Extremely fierce murderous intent!

Under this common murderous aura, the seven people with different skills and different sword skills were actually integrated, and the invisible murderous aura filled the entire dilapidated mountain god temple.

In the small temple here, even the thunder and lightning in the sky must give in to it!

"Battle formation!"

Yang Tianshi's eyes widened, his teeth were clenched, and he spit out these two words from his mouth word by word.

There is something in this world that can make the weak threaten the strong, that is the method of battle formation!

The origin of the method of the battle formation cannot be found, but to form a battle formation, the skills must be consistent and the same, and the mutual cooperation over the years can exert its power.

Therefore, the law of the battle formation has always been the private property of the military and major sects.

But the seven people outside the temple gate violated this rule. In Yang Tianshi's feeling, the auras of the seven people were connected to each other, as if they were the same. This situation can only be achieved by the method of fighting formation.

"How is that possible?"

"How is it impossible?"

The middle-aged scholar, the shocked sword, Xiao Bai, looked proud.

"Our sect leader's martial arts cultivation is tremendous and unparalleled in the world. What's so strange about modifying the method of the battle formation!"

"Hmph! It's just a rat with his head and tail hidden!"

Yang Tianshi sneered and said disdainfully.

"Haha... How can the sparrow know the ambition of the swan!"

Xiao Bai was not angry either, but just shook his head, stepped on his feet, leaned forward, and the boundless murderous aura instantly enveloped everyone present.

"Your Excellency, don't you come out?"

Chen Zi'ang's voice interrupted Xiao Bai's next move. His eyes turned and he saw a man in a dark green robe appear quietly behind the wall he had just broken.

It was raining heavily, and this man's clothes were actually dry!

If this person had not always paid attention to his appearance, or if he was very confident in his strength, he would have to waste his true energy to protect his clothes at this time!

"Great ears!"

The man looked handsome and slender, holding an exquisite sword in one hand, and was looking at Chen Zi'ang in surprise.

"It's not that you have good ear strength, but that the pollen smells too strong on your body!"

Chen Zi'ang said lightly.

"Haha..., it seems that I was a little anxious when I came out of Piaoxiangyuan, and I forgot to change my clothes. But you can also detect me in the heavy rain, which is extraordinary!"

The man looked condescending and did not feel as panic as he was discovered.

"Who are you?"

This guy is really good at pretending...

Chen Zi'ang said impatiently: "I won't kill the unknown people under my sword!"

My buddy will pretend, too...

"Haha..., I missed the plane when I was in the middle of the summer!"

"Little Sword Saint Su missed the machine?"

"I am afraid of being the title of Sword Saint!"

Su Wuji bowed slightly, but his smile on his face was not ashamed of not being able to take it.

"Hasn't Mr. Su always been a chivalrous person? Why are you mingling with the people from Hell Gate today?"

Yang Tianshi's face was gloomy, and the spear in his hand was even tighter.

"I am different from them! They are here to kill people, but I am saving people!"

"It seems that our purpose is the same. Why don't Mr. Su help us kill them first?"

Su Wuji looked at Yang Tianshi with a smile.

"Does Lord Qianhu think I look like a fool?"

"I look very similar!"

Chen Zi'ang snorted coldly, and a sword light had already cut through the rain curtain, drawing a long line in the void, pointing to the other party's throat.

Twenty-four sword styles in the world - a sword of Jingzhe!

I hate people who are more capable of pretending than me, especially a novice!

"Zheng..."

The sword that attacked Liu Aosong stopped before Su Wuji's throat with one blow.

A long sword with a flashing light hit the tip of the sword, and the two of them were pushed to fly back quickly with great force. The smooth sword spine reflected Chen Zi'ang's strange face.

The cold eyes were slightly cushioned, and the true energy urged, and the long sword in his hand shook, and the continuous sword energy shot out, instantly covering the big acupoints around the other party.

Su Wuji's face no longer had the freedom of coming, and he focused his mind. With a long sword in his hand, the soft aura melted the sword energy, his body shook slightly, and he had already pointed at the coming sword light.

Chen Zi'ang's body is like lightning, the beginning of summer, the small man, the gripping tree, the summer solstice, the small heat, and the great heat are swung one after another, and the surging vitality of summer life is fully displayed. Within a radiant sword light is shining within ten meters.

A long steel sword flashed suddenly in the sword light, and the sword light disappeared from the sword when it arrived.

Su Wuji seemed to have a pair of eyes that could see through everything. He directly hit Chen Zi'ang's sword moves with weakness. He used the force to fight. With a slight effort, he could do nothing to make a move.

He deserves to be called the Little Sword Saint!

Chen Zi'ang sighed in his heart that he had heard of this person. Su Wuji was not old, but he was hailed as one of the most expected to advance to the innate masters in the past ten years. He didn't know who he passed the sword of Breaking Demon, and it had the effect of breaking all things.

But seeing through does not mean you can break it! Martial arts are not just moves!

The break of his sword technique did not change Chen Zi'ang's color. The interruption of the sword move also made him realize his shortcomings. The twenty-four sword styles in the world were continuously swung out, and the artistic conception of the four seasons of killing gradually intersected with it, and in the end, there was no distinction between them.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter symbolize the prosperity and rise and fall of all things in the world, and the twenty-four solar terms are the specific transformation process.

Sun En's understanding of swordsmanship gradually merged with Chen Zi'ang's feelings about all things in the world.

The cold wind blows everywhere, everything is dead silent, and winter is coming.

Su Miaoji's eyes lit up. After a long battle, he finally saw through the changes in the opponent's moves. He thrust his long sword and stabbed it out, cleverly breaking the sword light in front of him and pointing directly to the opponent's chest.

"Zheng..."

When his chest cooled, Su Wuji was in place, looking down at his chest in disbelief, a stream of blood was flowing out of his heart.

"This is impossible?"

His head turned slightly, his eyes full of despair and doubt.

"Nothing is impossible. I just kept a little strength! Your swordsmanship is indeed better than me. It can even be said that he is the best swordsmanship I have ever seen, but your speed and strength are not as good as mine!"

Chen Zi'ang sighed slightly. He was not wrong. The other party's swordsmanship is indeed much better than his!

But I have the Golden Bell Cover at the peak of my body refining, and it has the bonus of wind and thunder and shock. The simple force and speed can be compared even if I am a congenital person.

"Bang..."

Su Wuji fell to the ground on his back, his clothes were wet.

*******

In the temple, the Seven Swords of Netherworld made people feel even more happy when they saw Chen Zi'ang and Su Wuji's two most dangerous masters leaving.

"Do it!"

With a shout, the Shocking Sword was unsheathed and rushed straight to Yang Tianshi. The forces of the seven people merged into one, and the fierce and domineering true energy instantly surged onto his sword, making Xiao Bai confident that he could cut everything in front of him!

"Dang..."

The sound of a piano suddenly sounded in my ears, and the string sounds suddenly rose, like thousands of horses galloping, with murderous intent everywhere!

The aura of the seven people being integrated suddenly became chaotic, and Xiao Bai's face turned pale.
Chapter completed!