The people in the Momen held a special crossbow machine in hand, and with the sound of the spring, they shot arrows at the swordsman in front of them with the calmness of a hunter.

The Momen is good at mechanical techniques and is making crossbows that are not easy to be discovered, which is a piece of cake for them.

And this crossbow object has always been forbidden by the court to circulate among the people.

These disciples of the Sword Sect never thought that there were so many powerful crossbows hidden in these small escort teams!

As a result, only one meeting was met, several people were shot overturned by Xiaoxiang Sect's members, and the rest were astonished as the cicada and retreated quickly, but the people in the Mo Sect did not take action, so they showed no mercy at once.

Killing this group of malicious bandits who tried to destroy themselves did not violate the Mohist idea of ​​"either love but not attacking".

The four people in the Momen are divided into two teams, with a very organized style, three shooting and one winding.

This Mo family's powerful crossbow can shoot seven times in a row, and there are also hidden boxes to carry arrows. It is like a gun. The three people hold two hands and shoot arrows, and it is like a rain of arrows sweeping across the rain.

At such a narrow distance, unless you encounter a master from the martial arts world who can use his true energy to resist one or two and rush to break the formation, the arrows shot by this powerful crossbow are also fatal to the disciples of these major sects.

The people in the Momen used a carriage as a cover, forcing Xiaoxiang swordsmen to get close at all. Qingqing hid in the carriage and threw hidden weapons at the Xiaoxiang disciples who were shot from time to time.

She looked at Xiao Tiegu on her side, and then she was a little anxious and shouted to Xiao Tie:

"You go and help your senior brother, it doesn't matter to me."

"Brother Chen Qiu said, I must protect you, this is my task."

Xiao Tie was unmoved. He held the iron rod in his hand. Seeing four people trying to attack the convoy from behind, he took a step forward and made a strange sword move.

"I know you are kind-hearted, but if there is a fight, you must be cruel!"

Chen Qiu's previous advice was replayed in Xiao Tie's mind. He looked at the disciple Xiaoxiang who was rushing towards him with a sword in front of him, and then let out a long sigh and gritted his teeth.

Not only did he not retreat, he took a step forward.

The heavy iron rod in his hand was swung diagonally above with both hands, and the iron heart qi in the small iron body suddenly rose and stirred up endlessly in the meridians.

He seemed to have returned to the Liaodong area, in the sword hut where he lived in seclusion with his master on the coast of the East China Sea.

He learned the heavy sword style from his master since he was a child. When he was a child, he and his master were on the reefs on the coast, facing the waves, exerting strength and practicing sword moves.

At first, I was weak, the reef was slippery, and the iron was facing the surging sea water, so I couldn't stand steadily.

Not to mention swinging a sword at the waves, and whenever he falls into the water, he will be scolded by his master.

Later, when I grew up, my body became stronger.

Not only can you stand firm on the reef, but you can also slash out sword-like shape towards the sea water.

Hundreds of times a day.

The master died of illness.

But he seems to be by his side.

"I am just breaking iron. I will teach you the Canghai Sword Art to my master. This is the most powerful in the world. It is not a gift, and those who are born with divine power cannot learn it. You must know that this Canghai Sword only focuses on momentum and only depends on strength.

It only takes three moves to fight against others!

This first move is to break through the sea and waves!”

The master's voice echoed in the ears of the iron-breaking boy. The heavy iron stick in his hand pointed diagonally in front of him. The murderer who came with the sword rushed into Xiao Tie's body five feet.

The little iron slashed the iron rod in his hand down like a shattering wave.

The iron heart in his body was as if the sea tide was rolling, and the waves came over, making Xiao Tie's slash pass through a thousand pounds.

The disciple holding the sword saw the iron stick slashing down, and subconsciously raised his sword to block it.

But how can this be stopped?

"Bang"

The sword was broken and his wrist was broken. The disciple of the Sword Sect was stunned. The next second, the iron rod with a thousand-pound force hit his shoulder, the bones shattered, and severe pain came.

The man in the sword gate was like he was punched by an invisible heavy punch, and he was wailed and knocked to the ground. Blood spurted on his shoulders, his arms were twisted and even his sternum was broken.

You don't need to see this injury, you will know that you can't live.

But there are three more people!

The iron-cut boy took a step back, and the master's words seemed to ring again.

"The second move is to sweep away all the future!"

Xiao Tie held a stick in his hands and swept forward. This long weapon was unreasonable in cooperation with endless power.

In addition, Tiexinjue's true energy burst out, this sweep brought out a tingling sound of wind that made people's scalp numb.

The three people in front of him dodged quickly, and the two of them dodged away.

But the last misfortune did not escape.

"Bang"

The whistling iron rod hit the man's chest, and his entire sternum shattered and pressed down on his internal organs.

He was lucky, and died on the spot without having to bear more pain.

"The third move is to pierce the sky!"

The iron-broken boy jumped out two steps, put the iron rod in his hand back three inches, and stabbed the weapon in his hand like a heavy sword in a desperate manner in a desperate manner.

The swordsman in front of him also swung his sword and stabbed him.

His sword is only three feet and five inches, while the iron stick in the small iron hand is five feet!

The iron-breaking boy will be defensive at this time, but he doesn't need defense either.

While the sharp sword was stabbing, the iron rod also stabbed forward. With a muffled sound, the round top of the iron rod, wrapped by the true energy of the iron heart, pierced the entire sternum of the swordsman in front of him, and with heart fragments, penetrated from behind him.

The light in the swordsman's eyes dimmed.

His sword was not long enough to hurt the iron at all.

"Master, what if you can't defeat the enemy if you use all these three moves?"

Zhe Tie thought to himself that he had learned sword skills when he was a child and asked his master.

The master laughed, stroked his head, and said loudly:

"That's just blowing the sword!"

"I only remember that you are born with divine power, and you are a peerless genius who practices the Canghai Sword Art!

This sword technique can make you break through the wind and waves, hit the sea in the vast sea, and your master asked you to wave your sword a hundred times a day to cultivate your domineering power!

If the enemy is not convinced, he will hit him hard!

If you still don’t accept it, you’ll kill it!

This world's martial arts are only powerful! Do you understand?"

The master's answer echoed in the heart of the young man who had Zhetied.

The three moves have been exhausted, and the true energy has been exhausted.

But there was another person in front of me.

The last swordsman seemed to be frightened. He abandoned the terrifying young man and stabbed Qingqing with his sword. This scene made Zhe Tie's heart irritated and he exhaled.

No matter what sword technique is, he raised the iron stick ruthlessly.

"You dare!"

"Bang"

The iron rod hit hard.

With the boy along the way, all his anger, all his pain, all his strength.

The stick fell like a sword, making a thunderous sound, and like a heavy object falling to the ground, making the ground on the high ground seem to shake. The four people in the Momen looked back.

The iron-broken boy was retracting the iron rod, panting.

In front of him, the last swordsman had been smashed into a ball of bloody minced meat, making Qingqing, who was watching next to him, look pale and almost vomited.

She has seen people many times.

The senior brother killed many evil people.

But this was the first time she had seen people killing so violently and fiercely.

Xiao Tie is still as silent and honest as ever, but today, killing four people in a few breaths has made this simple young man infinitely elevate his image in Qingqing's eyes.

The young man with iron is kind-hearted. He looked at the four dead bodies in front of him in the messy night.

Since he left the master's sect, he had seen so vividly how powerful the sword skills the master taught him were.

This is still an iron stick that is not suitable for hand. If you use the iron heavy sword, it will only make it easier to win.

He held an iron rod in his hand and protected Qingqing silently.

On this cold night with blood, he said in a voice that only he could hear:

"The martial arts of the world are only powerful...
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