With several roars full of hatred, the green light flashed in front of Wang Dong's eyes, and a cold air swept over.

Four-mouthed iron swords and two steel knives shone with sharp light, slashing or stabbing, aiming at all important parts of his throat, eyebrows, chest, heart, head, and limbs.

In an instant, murderous aura filled the sky.

Wang Dong's face did not move, and he suddenly retreated. The retreat was not fast, and he retreated only one step away. However, he avoided all attacks just right, causing the long sword and steel sword to slash in the empty space.

After retreating, another advance.

He stepped on his feet gently, but made a loud bang, as if a giant elephant had been crushed. Wang Dong's body suddenly rushed out, and only a bang sound was heard. The six masked men almost made a rapid scream at the same time, and their bodies flew out as if they were hit by a fast train.

I broke through the house and flew across the street, and I had no hope of life.

The sound of exclamations came from all directions. Under the night, shadows flew quickly and figures flew over.

Wang Dong smiled, stepped out of the big hole that was broken, and walked to the long street. He raised his toes and flew into the palm of his palm.

With a bent finger, a crisp sound was made.

Whoosh swish swish swish...

At night, figures flew down and surrounded Wang Dong in the center. The group of people were all dressed in black and covered their faces with black scarves. Looking roughly, the number was about thirty or forty people...

Among the masked men in black, an old and sad voice appeared, and hissed: "You, a rude boy, dare to go against my Demon Sect?"

"Since you are a person in the Demon Sect, you have the principle of calling yourself a 'Demon Sect'." Wang Dong smiled, and the steel knife in his palm turned, flashing with a faint cold light, "Okay, who are you? I know exactly who you are. You don't have to make a fool of yourself!"

"The friends of Songshan Sect hidden there also appeared together. Just relying on the group of native chickens and dogs in front of me, I can only say that they are foolish people dreaming."

Wang Dong looked at a big house on the left, cage in Yin's shadow.

As soon as this said, the atmosphere in the field changed immediately, and I could clearly feel that the masked people around me had a shortness of breath. My eyes flashed, and the big room was silent.

"Oh, do you think I'm cheating you?" Wang Dong smiled.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was finally a movement in the big room. Under the leadership of the three Taibaos of Songshan Sect, "Nine-Curve Swords", Zhong Zhen, the "Divine Whip" Deng Bagong and the "Golden Lion" Gao Kexin, more than ten people emerged. These people were only wearing black clothes but not masked.

Scandals on the ground. The three Taibaos were very murderous intent. They were not only because the other party killed seven disciples of the Songshan Sect, but also because of the secret leak. Although the plan for Hengshan Sect was to borrow the east wind of Ren Yingying to summon all kinds of monsters and monsters from all walks of life, they were actually planning for a long time, but they were revealed by the other party. This was obviously a detail inside.

With this in mind, Zhong Zhen, Deng Jiugong and Gao Kexin's three great Taibao faces were extremely solemn.

"If you can capture, you can capture it. If you can't capture, you must kill this person, otherwise it will be difficult for us to report to Senior Brother Zuo!" Zhong Zhen gritted his teeth and whispered.

Deng Jiugong and Gao Kexin focused on the key points, this is an obvious thing.

The three of them reached an opinion in an instant, without any nonsense. Zhong Zhen waved his hand and made a thud, like a loud sound of drum beats. In the first place, dozens of black-clad Songshan disciples flocked to him.

The sword light was soaring, at least thirteen, and four long swords stabbed at various parts of Wang Dong's body.

In order to deal with Hengshan Sect, although the Songshan Sect only sent more than fifty people, they were all Jingxing disciples. The strength of more than fifty people was twisted together. Even the top masters in the world had to avoid the edge. If they were not careful, they would end up deadly.

Unfortunately, Wang Dong is not a first-class expert!

He is at least more powerful than the so-called first-class master.

With the sword lights together, Wang Dong's steel knife was still spinning, but when the dozens of sword lights pierced three inches in front of him, the one that was spinning was no longer the steel knife, but the sword light.

The dazzling sword light bloomed in the night sky like fireworks.

Only a series of sounds of gold and iron clashing, the sword light was swept into it, and there was a burst of screams. The sword light smashed the dozens of long swords that were stabbed, and then slashed in the air. In just one breath, it fell on the dozen disciples of Songshan.

Puff puff puff!

Blood flowers bloomed, and blood flew into the sky.

More than a dozen disciples of Jingrui Songshan were taken away in just one breath.

What a quick knife!

It was so fast that even the eyes could not keep up with the trajectory of the knife light.

Zhong Zhen, Deng Jiugong and Gao Kexin were thrusting their eyes and their faces twitched violently.

They have seen fast swords. Although there are not many fast sword hands in the world, if you really want to calculate, one hand is at least not enough. For example, Tian Boguang's strong wind fast sword walking alone, thirty-six-way sword techniques are as fast as a storm. Even the heavyweights in the Five Mountains Sword Sect dare not underestimate them. There are also the "divine sword" Bai Ke among the two friends of Qujiang, and even the Songshan Sect has several fast sword hands...

Originally, Zhong Zhen and the other two thought that these people had a fast sword technique, but now after looking at Wang Dong's sword technique, they knew what real fastness is!

This is a straightforward, simple, and without any unnecessary changes, because for this kind of knife technique that pursues speed, all changes are unnecessary.

The key to everything is only one word, hurry up!

Tian Boguang, the Divine Sword Baike, the swordsman in the Songshan Sect... These people had a fast sword technique, but when they saw Wang Dong's sword technique, Zhong Zhen and the other two felt that the former was not even worthy of carrying shoes to the latter.

Can the fire of fireflies compete with the moon?

With a change of thought, in the blink of an eye, Zhong Zhen, Deng Jiugong and Gao Kexin changed drastically, and their bodies soared into the sky and rushed towards the king.

From the light that bloomed between the opponent's sword, they had already clearly understood that the opponent's martial arts were so high that he had reached an extremely profound state. Only by working together could he be sure to defeat him.

"Don't hold back, everyone will do their best to kill!"

Zhong Zhen made a murderous voice.

Seeing the opponent's move and having the idea of ​​capturing alive is only a joke. Facing such a terrible opponent, only by fighting to the death can one have the hope of winning the battle.

With a command, a group of Songshan disciples pulled out their swords, and in an instant, the sword light flew and enveloped Wang Dong.

Wang Dong turned his wrist and the steel knife flew between his hands. He suddenly used force and suddenly folded!

Click!
Chapter completed!