I really don't want to lose the country

A group of Mount Taihua disciples hesitated a little and charged forward with their swords in hand, surrounded Yang Guo in a half-surrounded state.

The one who spoke first attacked first, and Yang Guo swung his sword to hit him.

A sword swung him back, and then several Taihua disciples also took the opportunity to stab him.

Yang Guo was not afraid at all, he swung his sword to block.

"Clang clang..."

There were several sounds of sword strikes, and Yang Guo and a group of Taihua Mountain disciples fought in a melee.

Occasionally knocking one into the air, occasionally injuring it with a sword, and occasionally a dangerous attack, one can barely avoid it with one dodge.

Pavilion!

Hong Baxian became more and more anxious as he fought more and more, and his mood was already unstable.

It's really not easy to be able to hold on to a tie with the two of you with several swords in your body.

But it's limited to this, and the situation will get worse in the long run.

So he forced Jing Wuming back with a sword, and then jumped down.

At this time, Feng Qingyang stabbed obliquely with his sword, wounding his side rib.

Hong Baxian didn't care about it, he dodged his feet when he landed, and went towards the First Elder and Yue Qun to kill.

Feng Qingyang and Jing Wuming chased after each other.

Hong Baxian's speed was so fast that he arrived in an instant, Yue Ruqun's eyes were full of horror, his scalp was numb, and every pore of his body was about to explode.

Quickly backed away sideways, and then slipped towards Feng Qingyang.

A great elder took his old life according to the scriptures, and Hong Baxian, the head of Taihua Mountain, would have to die himself.

"Pfft!" As soon as he fled, the Great Elder struck Yue Buqun in the back with his sword.

But Hong Baxian didn't make a move, just passed over, and then jumped into the bushes and weeds.

The stunned First Elder was left behind, and Yue Buqun, who was left behind for the rest of his life, had no time to feel the burning pain behind his back.

"The palm master has escaped!"

Just when the great elder was stunned, Feng Qingyang chased after him and stabbed him with a sword.

The Great Elder hastily raised his sword to block it, then turned around and swung his sword.

"Clang!" With a sound, Dugu Nine Swords' high reputation is beyond his power.

Feng Qingyang's sword drove straight in, easily pierced the elder's sword, and then the blade stabbed an inch above Dachang's chest.

Fortunately, this great elder is also a seasoned individual, a veteran who has practiced martial arts for many years.

He has also walked in the rivers and lakes for many years and has rich fighting experience.

He was not stabbed in the vitals by Feng Qingyang.

But just when he secretly rejoiced and secretly celebrated, a figure suddenly passed behind him.

A cold light flashed, and a long sword slashed across.

The Great Elder turned his face to look, and Jing Wuming was fixed three steps away from him.

On the blade of the horizontally held sword, a drop of blood hung down, and then gently detached and fell to the ground.

At this time, a thin long mouth also appeared on the Great Elder's neck.

The Great Elder's eyes were full of unwillingness, with a slight regret on his face, and he landed slowly.

"Chase!"

"it is good!"

Jing Wuming stomped on his foot, and chased in the direction Hong Baxian was walking, and Feng Qingyang also retracted his sword and raised his sleeves to chase after him.

"Uncle Master..." Yue Buqun withdrew his sword and beckoned, trying to call Feng Qingyang to stop, but he immediately groaned again because of the pain in his back, and hurriedly worked on himself to stop the bleeding.

Here, Hong Baxian has escaped, and the Great Elder is also dead.

The five views of the Taihua Mountain disciples who fought with Yang Guo were about to collapse.

"go!"

I don't know who said something, and the disciples of Mount Taihua wanted to withdraw again.

There's no point in playing anymore.

And they couldn't kill Yang Guo, but Yang Guo killed dozens of people instead.

Fighting, if Feng Qingyang and Jing Wuming come back, all of them will have to follow in the footsteps of the Great Elder.

As soon as the Taihua Mountain people withdrew, Yang Guo didn't chase after him, he stood upright with his sword for a long time, making sure that there was really no threat around, then he spit out a mouthful of blood and sat down to adjust his breath.

Yang Guo suffered the most severe injuries, if he didn't save his life, he might have very high sequelae if he survived.

"Senior Yang, the Zixia Divine Art I sent is very good at healing, and I'll help you." Yue Buqun looked at the disciples of Mount Taihua all over the ground, and the Yunyan Pavilion that was broken and half collapsed, feeling deeply moved.

"It's work!"

Yang Guo replied flatly, then closed his eyes.

Only then did Yue Buqun put down his sword, he moved his hands into palms and moved towards Yang Guo's back.

While exercising, his face gradually turned purple and swollen.

down the mountain!

The disciples of Mount Taihua hurriedly withdrew.

Leave a chicken feather!

"The people from Mount Taihua have withdrawn, but they didn't see Hong Baxian and the Great Elder going down the mountain! Did something happen?"

"Look at Taihua Mountain walking in a hurry, and it should be as arrogant as before, a little embarrassed, many people's clothes are torn, and there are blood stains on their bodies."

"Then it's an injury... It can't be that Taihuashan lost!"

"How is this possible? Mount Taihua is one of the six sects. Hong Baxian was in the fifth-rank realm many years ago. How could he lose to several third-rank Huashan sects..."