Descendants of Daoism of Daqin

As soon as Zhen kicked his feet, the other five sword slaves seemed to be united in one body, unanimously used their best swordsmanship ultimate move, and went straight to the white-clothed swordsman Fei Min who was carrying the ancient Qingbi sword.

All Six Sword Slaves knew that Fei Min and Zheng He, the two peerless masters, were the most critical to break the deadlock. If they could get rid of one of them first, they would have a high chance of breaking through and escaping.

In the previous battle with Zhao Gao, Zheng He showed his extremely fast speed and dexterous 153 agility, and he might even dodge this killing blow against him in actual combat.

But Fei Min is different, he is a peerless swordsman with a super attack, killing Ling Lie, one sword breaks armor, one sword kills the enemy, the defense is very weak, and his speed is not as fast and weird as Zhao Gao and Zheng He , It is most appropriate to attack him.

snort!

The Six Swordsmen's thoughts were also thought of by Fei Min and Zheng He at the moment when they made their moves. Fei Min, who was holding the ancient Qingbi sword, snorted coldly, and stepped forward instead of retreating, with the ancient Qingbi sword in his hand glowing pale. The blue light, the sword shadows densely covered the entire space between the swings, and the sparkling cyan sword energy was like a series of thick sword energy training from the front to meet the simultaneous attacks of the six sword slaves from all directions.

boom!

Bearing the brunt, the leader, Zhen Gang, was struck flying with a sword, and Luan Shen was pierced by a thick cyan sword aura through his left shoulder, blood was fierce, and the blind old man, Duan Shui, appeared silently behind Fei Min, just about to stab him in the back with his sword, However, a sharp golden needle pierced the air and hit his sword heavily, and a strong force shook the tiger's mouth that had cut off the water to open a hole.

Swipe!

Two iron locks pierced through the air, stabbing towards Feimin's back from left and right with the sound of bells and bells. Fei Min landed in the air behind him, and the two swords in his hands went straight towards Fei Min's back with a strong killing intent and sword energy.

All this happened at the very moment when Fei Min drew his sword to chop Fei Zhengang, so that he had no time to withdraw his sword and return to defense, seeing that the two iron locks and the two sharp iron-cutting ancient swords were about to pierce Fei Min when the body.

snort!

Fei Min snorted again, but unlike last time, there was a trace of disdain in this snort.

But among the six sword slaves who are close to Fei Min's body, the eyes of Miehun, Zhuanpo, Shushui, and Yaoyao have changed drastically.

I saw that around Fei Min, streaks of cyan sword light were like blooming lotus petals, gushing out from his body, turbulent like a mountain torrent, sharp like a sword waterfall.

I saw that around Fei Min, streaks of cyan sword light were like blooming lotus petals, gushing out from his body, turbulent like a mountain torrent, sharp like a sword waterfall.

His sword is as powerful as a torrent of river, torrenting without end, and in an instant, the Miehunzhuanpo (bdaa), monsters and broken water that are approaching him are rushed out.

The trees were bent low, and the vegetation was crushed by the long river of sword energy gushing out from Fei Min's body. The surrounding ten meters around Fei Min as the center seemed to have been plowed once, and the six sword slaves were all seriously injured. , fell to the ground.

Fei Min's face was a little pale, but the light in his eyes was sharper, like a sword just out of its scabbard.

He looked around, Zhao Gao had disappeared, along with Zheng He.

Fei Min, who was carrying the Qingbi Qinglong Sword, walked up to the Six Sword Slaves who were lying on the ground in disorder, with a hint of disdain on the corner of his mouth.

"Tie them up and bring them to the lord, and wait for the lord to deal with them." Fei Min said coldly to the black-clothed swordsmen organized by Huang Quan behind him.

"Yes."

All the swordsmen looked respectful.

"My lord, on Zhao Gao's side, can I rely on Mr. Zheng alone? Do I need to go to support?" A black-clothed swordsman asked aloud.

"No need, he alone is enough." Fei Min glanced at the man from the corner of the eye and said, "Just do your own thing well."

"Yes."

Outside Sanghai City, in the mountain forest path, Xiaomeng, dressed in a Taoist shirt, with a cold appearance and ethereal temperament, walked slowly along the mountain path with two female disciples.

Suddenly, Xiaomeng turned her head and looked towards the forest, with a slightly surprised expression on her face.

"Master, what's the matter?" A female disciple asked suspiciously when she noticed that she was strange.

"There is a lot of strong internal force over there, not just one. This kind of strong internal force competition should be like two peerless masters fighting." Xiao Meng looked over there and said aloud, her eyes showed a rare hint of interest.

"Two peerless masters." The two handsome female disciples were also surprised.

"I didn't expect to meet such a master when I first came to Sanghai. It's interesting." Xiao Meng whispered, then turned her head and continued walking forward.

Although a little interested, what she wants most now is to find that person.

And not far in front of her is the city of Songhai. .

Chapter 237

In the small town of Songhai, in the attic of an elegant inn.

Su Ying, who was dressed in a blue and white ancient shirt, was leaning against the window, holding a small green cup in his hand, looking at Xiaoyaozi and the Taoist family who had just walked past the window, staring at the bag on Xiaoyaozi's back with deep meaning in his starry eyes. Put the snow off.

squeak.

The door of the room opened, and Chi Lian, who was slender and attractive, walked in slowly with a charming and enchanting face. A beautifully crafted chain sword was wrapped around her slender waist that could be grasped in the palm of her hand. Character.

Chi Lian walked up to Su Ying, looked up at Su Ying and said, "I just got the news that Meng Tian took five thousand gold iron cavalry and rushed out of Sanghai City, and with him was the star soul of the Yinyang family. And the eldest and youngest Commander-."

"Oh? What is the purpose of their trip?" Su Ying was slightly surprised, put down the small green cup full of mellow wine in his hand, and stared at the seductive beauty in front of him with starry eyes.

"It seems that they found people from the Mo family outside the city."

Chi Lian was stared at by him, his cheeks were slightly red, and his eyes unconsciously glanced at other places, making him even more charming and beautiful.

"Mo family." Su Ying frowned slightly, and the figures of Duanmu Rong and Xuenv suddenly appeared in his mind.

Meng Tian and the Yin Yang family suddenly launched an attack on the Mo family, and the combat power was so disparate, if they just sit back and do nothing, the Mo family will surely lose.

It doesn't matter whether the Mo family is defeated or not, it's just that if the two of them have something to do... Su Ying lowered his head and pondered for a while, and quickly made a decision.

"Honglian, I asked Lingji to go to Feimin's side to deal with Luowang's affairs, you just wait here for her to come back." Su Ying looked at Chi Lian, who looked charming but not coquettish, in front of him, whose gorgeous makeup had faded away.

"What about you?" Chi Lian asked.

"I'll go to the Mo family to have a look." Su Ying said, looking at Chi Lian who was half a head shorter than him in front of him, the two were very close, Chi Lian's full and round chest was attached to his body, and there was a faint fragrance All of a sudden, it drilled into Su Ying's nose, and it smelled very good.