"Junior Brother Lin, what are you looking at?"
With a low shout, Liu Hengchang turned around and slashed down a bandit who was charging at Lin Xiaofei from the side.
"Check if those bandit leaders are dead."
Lin Xiaofei quickly realized what was happening, said something, took a step forward, swung his long sword, and charged forward.
Half an hour later, Lin Xiaofei stopped, holding a long sword dripping with blood.
A quick glance revealed numerous corpses lying haphazardly on the ground at the top of the valley. These corpses were all mid-level and ordinary martial artists. And deep within the stronghold, the sounds of clashing weapons could still be heard.
Clearly, those were the sounds emitted by martial artists at the Inner Qi Realm fighting.
Among them, more than twenty peak-level martial artists attacked the bandit leaders. Although these bandit leaders had the early stage of internal energy cultivation, many people found that they were not familiar with this level. The power of their swordsmanship was sometimes strong and sometimes weak. Instead, they were surrounded and attacked by a group of people, looking disheveled.
On the other side, Zhou Huanshan and Ding Baiyu, the third leader of Black Wind Stronghold, were locked in a fierce battle. The two were evenly matched, but both of them were panting heavily.
As for the other groups fighting, it seems they can't be subdued for the time being.
Zhao Baichuan, the second leader of Black Wind Stronghold, was skilled in swordsmanship. His movements were swift and ruthless, and he was agile. Although Song Chunqiu and Liu Donglai, who fought against him, were able to suppress him, Zhao Baichuan dodged every fatal blow they were about to deliver.
However, the injured martial artists watching from a distance were not worried at all, believing that as time went on, Zhao Baichuan would be killed sooner or later.
After killing three bandits at the mid-stage of the Inner Qi realm, Zhang Shuhu flashed forward and slashed directly at Zhao Baichuan with his long sword, his speed and ferocity were both fast and ruthless.
"Attack together!"
Just then, Song Chunqiu shouted, his hands moving back and forth. In an instant, his palms, like two giant hammers, swiftly struck Zhao Baichuan with terrifying force.
Liu Donglai, who was standing nearby, reacted quickly and rushed forward, swinging his weapon fiercely.
Zhao Baichuan's expression changed, a feeling of impending death welling up inside him. Finally, unable to hold on any longer, he shouted, "!"
Brother Zhang, why aren't you making a move!
With a loud shout, he hurled the long sword in his hand.
The long sword flashed by, and after flying a short distance, it emitted a faint clanging sound as the blade began to spin.
Zhao Baichuan released a powerful spiritual force from his body, which acted on the longsword.
Whoosh!
The longsword flashed by, its speed suddenly increasing dramatically, reaching its maximum speed, and slashed towards Song Chunqiu's dark palms.
"Hmm? Sword control technique?"
Just as Song Chunqiu was about to respond, Zhang Shuhu, who rushed up from the side, showed a hint of surprise in his eyes and quickly shouted.
He immediately realized that the other party was not only a third-rate martial artist, but also a cultivator who knew magic, which surprised him a little.
"I never expected that the second leader of Black Wind Stronghold would actually be a cultivator."
Upon hearing the sound, Song Chunqiu quickly withdrew his hand, not daring to collide with the flying longsword. He dodged the longsword that was about to strike him with a strange movement.
However, as if the long sword had eyes, it suddenly changed direction and slashed down.
Seeing that he couldn't dodge in time, Song Chunqiu's internal energy erupted out like a burst, and his two internal organs became as hard as black iron.
His hands were filled with a powerful internal energy.
when!
He slammed his palms out, and the long sword easily pierced through his inner energy, then struck his black iron palms, instantly creating a deep, bloody gash.
On the other side, Zhou Huanshan and Ding Baiyu were locked in battle, both of them in a sorry state.
However, Zhou Huanshan had a doubt in his heart, and a vague feeling of unease welled up in his heart. He noticed that the other party's eyes revealed a hint of excitement, and his combat power was slowly increasing.
After fighting for hundreds of rounds, he had left seven or eight wounds on his opponent, but his opponent seemed unaffected and became even more excited, with a hint of bloodlust.
This made his heart sink.
"Could it be that he has cultivated some kind of special technique?"
Zhou Huanshan was puzzled, guessing that the other party must have cultivated some kind of technique, otherwise it would be impossible for him to exert such combat power while injured, and even in this disheveled state, his combat power seemed to have increased.
Just as he was wondering, he suddenly heard a loud shout from afar, saying that Zhao Baichuan was a cultivator. This startled him, and he wondered if the other party was also a cultivator.
Without hesitation, Zhou Huanshan quickly stepped back.
Unfortunately, he was too late.
Suddenly, the opponent threw out a long sword, which shot out like lightning.
"Oh no, Master is in danger!"
Looking into the distance, Lin Xiaofei saw that Zhou Huanshan was in danger, and he was startled, thinking to himself.
Zhou Huanshan unleashed his inner energy, which enveloped the longsword, enhancing its power. He quickly shifted his body to the side and slashed out with a fierce strike.
The flying longsword was incredibly fast, instantly breaking through the longsword's slash!
puff!
The longsword easily deflected the incoming blade and pierced Zhou Huanshan's abdomen, spitting blood everywhere.
"ah!"
Zhou Huanshan coughed up blood and immediately felt weak all over.
Immediately afterward, Ding Baiyu leaped to Zhou Huanshan's side and struck him in the chest with a palm, sending him flying. Zhou Huanshan crashed heavily to the ground with a loud thud.
In an instant, Zhou Huanshan collapsed to the ground, severely injured!
Lin Xiaofei, standing some distance away, narrowed his eyes, his expression changed drastically, and he shouted:
master!"
To his surprise, Ding Baiyu was also a cultivator. At that moment, the opponent used the sword control technique, which immediately changed the evenly matched battle situation. His master was knocked away and seemed to be about to die.
At the same time, Master Zhang also made his move. A small, gleaming sword appeared out of thin air in his hand and flew away at lightning speed, like a sharp arrow.
The small sword shot towards Chen Longhai, who was fighting with the leader of Black Wind Stronghold.
As expected of the leader of the Qingfeng Gang branch, Chen Longhai reacted quickly, immediately activating his inner energy and dodging the small, bright sword that was aimed at his head.
Immediately afterwards, Master Zhang waved his hand lightly, and the small sword transformed into a flash of light, rushing towards Chen Longhai once again.
Only then did Master Zhang reveal his true identity.
"Master Zhang, what are you doing?"
Chen Longhai was startled and shouted. He was originally evenly matched with the leader of Black Wind Stronghold, but he was ambushed by Zhang Xianshi not far away. Fortunately, his movements were as free as a monkey, otherwise he would have died at the hands of Zhang Xianshi.
At the same time, a thought flashed through his mind: that Master Zhang was from Black Wind Village.
Without much thought, he dodged the flying, gleaming swords while battling the bandit leader.
His internal energy surged wildly, and he wielded his longsword wildly. At the same time, his Phantom Fist was unpredictable. In the midst of dodging and fighting, his fist technique suddenly became faster, which gave him a glimpse of enlightenment.
At this moment, his Phantom Fist actually achieved complete enlightenment at the crucial moment, reaching the state of perfection.
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