Volume 1: The Jianghu is the main thing, who is the guest? Chapter 58: Twists and turns
A terrible fight.
As far as the eye could see, the three parties were engaged in a chaotic battle. The Demon Cult was fighting with the Azure Dragon Society, the Azure Dragon Society was fighting with the Divine Sword Villa, and the Divine Sword Villa was fighting desperately with the Demon Cult.
Back and forth they went, under the flashing of swords and the shadow of sabers, people kept dying, and people kept jumping into the battle circle, rushing to help, killing and being killed; the bloody wind made people nauseous, and the sky and the earth were miserable.
The originally green mountains and clear waters are now a mixture of blood and bones, screams and cries of killing, and the dripping blood has paved the stone steps up the mountain red, staining the area for miles.
Li Muchan was also among them.
It was difficult for him to be an exception in such a murderous situation, and these people were already blood-thirsty. Some of them saw living people, no matter whether they were friends or enemies, and just rushed to kill them like crazy. The scene was extremely tragic.
The six dragon heads led the troops and fought bravely in the front, their brocade robes turning into blood.
The Five Dragon Chiefs and Li Muchan dealt with Murong Ying and a group of Xie clan elders.
Under the torrent of blood, although the Divine Sword Villa was retreating step by step, it still defended itself tightly. Whenever a gap was opened in the sword formation, someone would immediately fill it. The sword power was like waves, continuous and one wave stronger than the other.
These people were like heroic warriors, holding their heads high, as if they had anticipated this moment and had been waiting for this day to fight for a chance of survival and victory for the Excalibur Villa.
Behind these fearless corpses, Xie Xiaofeng, under the protection of Xie Wangsun and a group of Xie clan elders, retreated from the foot of the mountain to "Jiejianping", and from "Jiejianping" to the mountainside, and finally to the gate of "Shenjian Villa".
What is moving is that even the old, weak, women, children, and female relatives of the "Xie family" picked up their swords, with a determination to die in their eyes, and rushed into this Shura field one after another.
Looking at the majestic ancient gate in front of him, which was only one step away and had stood for hundreds of years, Xie Xiaofeng suddenly stopped. He didn't want to retreat anymore. He held his sword horizontally, separating himself from the Xie family members.
Xie Wangsun's face darkened: "You want to disobey your father?"
Xie Xiaofeng's eyes were filled with pain and his face was full of struggle. He said in a hoarse voice, "Then are we going to watch these brothers fall one by one? Since they are coming for me, I should handle all this."
"You are still too young," Xie Wangsun said with calm eyes and an even calmer tone, "This is their fate. They were born to live for your rise. Do you want to watch them sacrifice in vain? As long as you survive and live to the end, their deaths will be meaningful."
"Dad, save me!"
In the chaos of the fight, a quick and shrill cry for help suddenly made Xie Xiaofeng's heart tighten.
Following the sound, I saw that the second young master Xie Longteng was trapped in the battle, struggling to hold on, with knife wounds on his body, his hair disheveled, and his face covered in blood. It seemed that he was about to collapse.
Xie Xiaofeng raised his sword and was about to rush out from the crowd, but Xie Wangsun pressed his shoulder and held him down tightly.
The father and son looked at each other. Looking at his son's lifeless and dark eyes, Xie Wangsun let out a deep breath and said, "I'll go. You quickly retreat to the villa."
He picked up the black sword, turned around and rushed into the field with two elders.
Since the Divine Sword Villa is named after the "Divine Sword", there must be more than one Divine Sword. Different from the "Xie Family Divine Sword", which is a relic of the ancestors, the sword held in Xie Wangsun's hand is a real divine sword that can cut through iron like mud. It is a rare treasure and one of the best among the Divine Swords stored in the villa.
With this sword in hand, Xie Wangsun felt like he had divine help. There was no enemy who could match him. Wherever the sword flashed, there were broken limbs and arms within a radius of half a meter. A knife would be destroyed if it blocked him, and a sword would be destroyed if it blocked him.
This man's skills were already quite good, and now with the help of his magic sword, Li Muchan and others all avoided his edge.
The sword in Xie Wangsun's hand flashed like lightning. In just a moment, all the people who besieged Xie Longteng were killed by the sword.
He grabbed Xie Longteng's shoulders and pushed him back, as if he was going to retreat back to the villa. However, at this moment, at this moment, a very thin and sharp sword tip suddenly emerged from his chest.
"Green Willow?"
Xie Wangsun's expression froze, as if he was dazed and confused for a moment. When he turned his head with difficulty, he saw Xie Longteng's useless and even funny face.
Not only was he stabbed by the sword, but the two elders who were with him also died early, with a bloody hole between their eyebrows and they fell on their backs.
The chaotic battlefield suddenly became silent, and even Xie Xiaofeng was stunned.
It was not until Xie Wangsun uttered a painful groan and staggered to the ground when Xie Longteng drew his sword that everyone suddenly came to their senses.
Several members of the Xie clan looked at him with their eyes wide open: "Xie Longteng, what did you do?"
Xie Longteng had a blank expression on his face, holding a thin sword in his hand. The sword was as thin as a willow branch and shone with a bright green light, just like a bamboo green snake.
The name of this sword is "Green Willow". It was the sword worn by a famous swordsman many years ago and is also one of the collections of "Excalibur Villa".
While carefully wiping the blade of the sword, Xie Longteng said nonchalantly, "Of course I'll kill him."
Hearing this, several nearby Xie clan members shouted angrily and drew their swords, “Prepare to die!”
But the next moment, everyone gasped.
It was because those men had not yet completely unsheathed their swords, and they fell to the ground with their eyes wide open under the flying green light.
The sword shadow was so fast that it was almost impossible to follow with the naked eye. Different from Xie Xiaofeng's sword, Xie Longteng's sword was so fast that it was almost demonic. It did not seek change, but only speed, extreme speed, so fast that people forgot about life and death.
Moreover, this sword technique is also very famous. It is one of the three famous Xuanmen sword techniques in the martial arts world, "Flying Dragon Nine Styles."
The sword is as powerful as a dragon, with nine styles.
Looking at the bodies again, as expected, there were nine wounds in total.
Seeing the situation change, everyone stopped and wanted to see what was going on.
The Sixth Dragon Chief frowned and said, "Isn't it said that this Second Young Master is cowardly and unlikely to achieve great things? Haha, it seems that the rumors are wrong. Just this swordsmanship alone is enough to make him unique in the martial arts world."
Li Muchan said meaningfully: "Born in such a noble family, how could there be simple things?"
Xie Longteng walked leisurely, looking down at the barely breathing Xie Wangsun, and said quietly: "Father, do you remember what you said when I held the sword? You said that I was the hope for the revival of the Xie family, and that I would be famous throughout the world in the future and restore the glory of my ancestors."
He paused here, turned around and pointed at the group of furious Xie clan members with a smile: "And you guys, at that time, each of you had a kind and friendly face, pretending to care about me in everything, but after this kid was born and showed his talent, each of you fawned over him like a lapdog and tried to please him."
Xie Longteng's eyes turned, and he glanced at Xie Xiaofeng with a smile: "I slept with a sword when I was three years old, knew swords when I was four, and held a sword when I was five. Until I was twelve, I practiced hard day and night for seven years. I shed as much sweat and swallowed as much blood as you... All this is just for what you said, father, to restore the glory of our ancestors."
He looked at Xie Wangsun again, his face showing an expression that looked weird and scary, as if he was crying or laughing.
"But why in the end, just because of a fortune teller's comment that this kid is the 'Emperor of Swords', you completely negate my efforts? Do you think this is fair? Is it fair?" Xie Longteng almost gritted his teeth and spoke these words word by word. "What's even more ridiculous is that everyone thinks this is the right thing to do. Hahaha...hahaha...ah, human nature is so hypocritical that it makes people sick."
Xie Wangsun was lying on the ground, his face ashen and his eyes dim, as if he was heartbroken. He said in a weak voice, "I am your father!"
Xie Longteng raised his eyebrows: "So what? Today I will not only kill you, but also destroy everything you have worked so hard to build."
Xie Wangsun sighed and said, "Xiaofeng, remember this. Before you rise completely, don't trust anyone, no matter who it is, not even me."
Xie Longteng sneered: "Do you think you can survive today?"
Xie Wangsun did not say anything, but told Xie Longteng with his answer.
His originally dull eyes suddenly lit up with a gleam of brilliance, and the divine sword in his hand, which was about to slip out of his hand, was clenched again. In this instant, he pressed the ground and flew into the air, holding the sword horizontally in front of him. The sword light turned into cold stars in the sky, and the sword energy was imminent.
Xie Longteng also reacted at the same time. He let out a long whistle and the long sword in his hand swung like a willow tree. The green light on the sword suddenly increased, which made Xie Wangsun lose his mind.
This boy actually condensed a sword light.
The two swords collided, and a series of crisp "ding ding ding" sounds were heard in the air.
The two sword shadows entangled and collided, and the fight was difficult to determine.
At the same time, something unexpected happened on the side of the Qinglong Society. At the moment when Xie Wangsun jumped up and Xie Longteng made a move, Li Muchan, who seldom moved and spoke, suddenly raised his eyes, and then silently swept forward, took a step forward, and raised his sleeves and slapped the five dragon heads on the side.
The Six Dragon Chiefs frowned, but his first reaction was to fly back, and then he asked in a deep voice: "What are you doing?"
The five dragon heads seemed to have been on guard. Their feet did not move, their hair fluttered, their robes swirled, and their energy flowed. A charming female voice suddenly came out from behind the mask: "Ah, we've been discovered."
It was indeed Shangguan Xiaoxian.
Li Muchan thrust out a palm and immediately retreated, saying softly, "Be careful, he is a fake."
Murong Ying stood by, looking like he was watching a show, laughing oddly: "Interesting, hahaha, wonderful, God is really helping me!"
At the critical moment, isn’t it a godsend opportunity for two powerful enemies to fight each other?
But he soon stopped laughing.
Suddenly, a woman with a bloated body like a ball came up the stone steps. She looked like a mountain of flesh, with a smile on her face and crooked eyes. She was holding a half-broken sword in her hand, with two rows of rotten teeth like nails in her grin, chewing it wantonly, and it seemed as if there were gold beads rolling in her round belly, which made everyone's face change greatly.
Just as Xie Xiaofeng was about to make a move, his mind suddenly tensed up, because another person walked up from the stone steps. That person had a long sword on his waist, with the hilt facing left, causing everyone's pupils to shrink.
Murong Ying's eyelids twitched wildly, and he said without thinking: "Retreat!"
The green robe on the Five Dragon Head suddenly tore, and in the flying rags, he had transformed into a bright and charming woman, with black skirt, black hair, waist as slender as a willow, and a black veil on his face. His graceful steps revealed all kinds of charm.
Shangguan Xiaoxian pointed at Li Muchan, the leader of the Seven Dragons, and said, "If he dares to hit me, leave him behind."
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