During the battle between Qintai, Chen Qiu held the Greedy Wolf Blade in his hand and moved his feet, making his body light, like fallen leaves in the wind, flashing around the group of besiegers.

In an attempt to disrupt the bandit formation.

But this Qiufeng Knife, which was always unfavorable, encountered obstacles this time.

It was like the autumn wind blew on the high wall. Every time I waved my sword, I was blocked by those fierce Holy Fire Sects.

There is no more roundness.

Although these guys have few people, they are all elite and their martial arts are not weak.

Chen Qiu had no choice but to play the game of Wushuang mowing grass as before.

But this could not defeat him.

As the enemy approached, Chen Qiudao changed his style. When the Holy Fire Cult in front of him used his long soldiers to resist the blade, he turned the light blade into a thick chop.

The skillful force turned into brute force, and under heavy pressure, the knife broke through the scorching force, lifted the man in front of him, chopped it to the ground, turned around and stabbed it, and the person who tried to attack was also chopped over with one knife.

He looked back at Dongfang Ce.

With the assistance of these seven swordsmen, the precarious Mohist front soon stabilized.

But among the bandits, the arrogant man holding the light pestle in both hands no longer attacked the Mo family members with heavy casualties, but was as if he had found a target.

As the roar of the wild tiger, he rushed up and fought with Dongfang Ce.

The sword style of the seven swordsmen was exquisite and light, with a Taoist charm. The two heavy light pestles in the fierce man's hands were surrounded by strange sparks, and the body was surrounded by scorching and domineering aura.

This sudden battle caused the evil internal power to increase the pressure on Dongfang Ce.

Beating someone is naturally different from beating a group of people.

As the bell swayed, Chen Qiu flashed into Dongfang Ce's body, and slashed out with a casual knife, covering the intent of every man, forcing the arrogant man back a few steps.

He turned around and threw out a autumn wind to sweep the leaves.

As the cold air gushed, several people from the Holy Fire Tribes rushed back.

The ice and fire are relatively cold, and the cold air of Shuoxue suppresses these guys stronger than other opponents.

"Brother Dongfang, help the Mo family guard this place!"

Chen Qiu said to Dongfang Ce who held a sword behind him:

"You use slow to fight fast with your seven-section sword style, and use soft to break hardness. You are the best at defending and countering. When I first stubbornly entangle these evil and fierce people, you clean up those demons and then help me break the enemy!"

Dongfang Ce blinked his eyes and was confused when he saw the blade in Chen Qiu's hand with cold air, but he knew that this was not the time to ask more questions.

Then he took a two-step back and stood in front of the injured in the Mo family, guarding against the Demon Sect who would not retreat in front of him.

He asked loudly:

"Brother Chen, that man is a rare body-building warrior. Can you treat him alone?"

"What's wrong?"

Chen Qiu shook the Greedy Wolf Sword in his hand, and a cold air dissipated on the blade, and the momentum around him also became cold, which was cancelling out with the scorching and domineering aura of the Holy Fire Sect man in front of him.

Everyone is a person on the ground list, and it happens to be an opposing attribute attack. Who is afraid of whom?

Chen Qiu lightly tapped under his feet, and as his body swayed, he flashed two feet in front of the man with a bell. A burning air hit his face, like the scorching sun, burning the earth.

I have long heard that the true energy of the Holy Fire Sect in the Western Regions is like a raging fire, and the fire poison will enter the body when hitting the opponent.

If there is any death or injury, the wound will be burning, like a flame.

Seeing you today is really amazing.

"clang"

The Greedy Wolf's sword fell down as if it was shadowless, cutting the cumbersome clothes of the Western Regions believers, leaving cold scars. Chen Qiu's long blade swayed lightly, shaking out several sword shadows, and trying to pull open the wound as it goes.

But the sliding blade was blocked by the heavy light pestle.

This Qimen weapon looks like a very short spear.

There is a grip in the middle, and there are hexagonal pointed cones at the front and back ends, which are three feet long, and there are golden patterns on it, like flame patterns.

It is called a weapon, but it is more like a sacrificial thing.

This kind of weapon was not found in the Central Plains since ancient times. It is said that it was introduced to the Central Plains from Ayutaya thousands of years ago, and it was originally a Buddhist weapon.

In some Tantric inheritances in the Snowland, this weapon symbolizes the invincibility and invincibility of its will.

But after all the development, I don’t know what was wrong with it. This should have been a Buddhist weapon, but it has become a standard weapon in the Holy Fire Sect.

After the Demon Cult became powerful, he even became the identity symbol of those demons of the Holy Fire Sect in the world.

"Bang"

The light pestle was moved outward, and the Greedy Wolf Knife was picked out for a moment, and then it swayed slightly between Shen Qiu's wrists, like a flying insect buzzing, sliding back to the neck of the fierce man.

Weapons collided and were about to break out.

The domineering true energy was shot out along the light pestle, and the ice point was broken by Chen Qiu's finger, and the scorching heat dissipated, which also melted the ice armor covered on his hands.

The tall man in front of him had a cold eyes. He took off his cut shirt and threw it away.

The clothes started to burn out immediately after leaving their hands, and the flames flew.

On the exaggerated tendon flesh, Chen Qiuhan's wound was cut through to the dermis.

No blood oozing out.

His strong muscles were covered with various old injuries, like iron blocks that were constantly forged, which had been cast into real copper-skinned iron bones.

There is no doubt about it.

This is extremely skillful horizontal practice.

The big man holding a light pestle in his hands, and the scorching true energy wandered in his body, causing the air around the person to twist abnormally. The sharp pestle blade was like a high temperature gathering point.

When the thing touches the body, it is a burning hole of flesh and blood.

Chen Qiu's face was solemn.

He was in front of this man, as if he was facing a surging fire.

The evil spirit burns people.

Shuoxue's true energy surged, rushing away the scorching and domineering energy.

The cold wind and high temperature entanglement caused the cyclones around the earth to roar and pull.

This should be the first master of the Earth List in the true sense of life and death, and Yang Fu, the Yin-Yang Sword of Jinan, is the last place in the Earth List, and his real strength should be between the top of the Earth List and the People List.

It’s a half-step list, this title is more appropriate.

Whether it is momentum, pressure, or combat belief, Yang Fu is far inferior to the master of the Holy Fire in front of him.

"The Holy Fire helps me!"

The man stared at Chen Qiu and whispered the scriptures, and then rushed towards him like a bull.

The vajra moves, open and close.

In the flash of lightning, more than a dozen stabs were made, which seemed to be randomly piercing, but also blocked the space of Chen Qiu's dodging. The blazing true energy ignited at the tip of the blade, like a mirror reflecting.

Whenever I look at it, the light is shattering and people's eyes are chaotic.

This brave man made Zhang Fei's fine and dangerous behavior like a needle-punched by Zhang Fei.

Chen Qiu's long sword was in his hand, his toes were pointed at the ground, and he kept retreating.

I always keep a distance from the man, and the cold wind is swept through my body, like a storm of waves, eroding the sharpness of this man.

After retreating ten steps, the latter's light pestle stabbed forward for several points, and was avoided by Chen Qiu with the phantom step.

The old power of the master of the Holy Fire has been exhausted, and the new power has not yet been born.

Fatal flaw!

Chen Qiu narrowed his eyes, held the knife in his right hand, and held the blade with his left hand with his black ice finger, making a knife-drawing shape.

Then I saw a cold knife flashing in front of me.

The white dragon is out of the sheath, like the autumn wind blowing snow.

The biting cold air came towards us, and the three-point self-sacrifice made the Gangeous Wolf sword full of ice blades.

Dodge ten steps and accumulate strength.

Just for this counterattack.

"Swish"

Chen Qiu's figure flew rapidly, like a ghost walking forward, and a three-meter-long land flashed by.

Maintaining the chopping action, the frost on the blade in your hand fades away.

The blade is burning and there is a slight tumbling of blood.

It's like evaporated water droplets.

He had never been hostile to the gangsters who had the ability to practice kung fu before.

This horizontal practice, heavy forging and shaping the body, and other golden bell covers and iron cloth shirts all emphasize the ultimate forging of the body.

Kung Fu is quite difficult to practice.

But after refining, the effect is extraordinary.

Facing such an opponent, ordinary sword slashing and stabbing is like scraping.
To be continued...