Chapter 861

On the hillside behind Feihong mountain, in the woods halfway up the mountain.

Here, there are swords, flying sand and stones, and leaves rustling down. The two groups are fighting fiercely. These two groups are the three members of the East Island shrine and the four sons of Qingcheng.

At this time, the four sons of Qingcheng had completely gathered. Originally, they had an appointment to come out together. They were just divided in two ways. When they started here, the remaining two quickly rushed over.

In terms of single person strength, only Yu Bin is stronger among the four sons of Qingcheng, but the four gathered together and the four-star sword array of Qingcheng Mountain still have a slight advantage for a while.

"Stabbing star sword!" Yu Bin whispered.

The words fell, and the long swords in the hands of the four people stabbed forward with a sharp edge at the same time.

"Brush!" With a sound of, Yu Bin's four people formed a huge sword spirit, which was sharp and straight towards the three people of the East Island shrine.

The sword array in Qingcheng Mountain is very mysterious. The four people are good friends from childhood. They cooperate very tacitly and give full play to the power of the sword array.

In the face of such an attack, Yosano Saburo, hidekawa Toyoda and Musashi of the Ministry of clothing did not dare to be careless. At the same time, they laid their weapons in front of them and made preparations for defense.

"Qiang!" At the sound of, the three men's defense and the sword Qi hit together, and a burst of dazzling light burst out in the night.

The light is like a flash in the pan. It is fleeting. The light forms an air wave and spreads around. The branches are rustled by the strong wind, and the leaves fall one after another.

Under such a strong attack, the three people of the East Island Shrine were also repulsed for more than ten meters before they stabilized their body

In the woods less than 50 meters away from the battle of several people, more than 30 Feihong sect disciples hid here, but they didn't mean to stop all this. They all watched in the dark.

The first one was a man in a robe and about thirty years old. The man had a branch in his mouth and looked at the seven people in the fierce battle with a faint smile on his face.

This man is Duan Wuwei. He is the seven elders of Feihong sect. According to his seniority, he is the younger martial brother of Feihong sect leader.

Although his name is Duan Wuwei, his strength is unfathomable. Because he is lazy after hours, he was named Wuwei by the former Feihong sect leader. He goes his own way carelessly and almost never abides by the rules of Feihong sect.

"Seven elders, don't we start now?" A disciple holding a long sword whispered to the seven elders.

"Don't worry." The seven elders smiled calmly.

"But... But outsiders are not allowed to step on the back mountain. Now the two groups are fighting here. If the patriarch is disturbed, I'm afraid..."

Before the man finished, the seven elders smiled and said, "the rules are dead and people are alive. Now there are martial artists from all over China in the sect. Some people can't suppress their curiosity and tell me what to do. Remember, don't fight, let them fight. I want to see whether the sword array of Qingcheng Mountain is powerful or the East Island shrine is powerful."

The disciples looked at each other, but no one said anything more.

They saw what the East Island shrine did during the day and hated their teeth; Although Qingcheng Mountain is also the sword sect, it has always been unwilling to succumb to the Feihong sect. It always wants to compete with the Feihong sect. Now it happens that the two groups have a fight. Anyway, they have no loss. It's better to see a good play

"How strong!" Zhitian Xiuchuan, who was steady, looked surprised. If they had only one person, they would not be able to carry this move.

"Come again!" When Yu Bin saw that the other party was repulsed, they took advantage of the situation to pursue.

"Qiang!" With a sound of, the long swords of several people hit together again. Zhitian Xiuchuan and others were forced back by the fourth son of Qingcheng again.

"I thought you were strong, but now it doesn't look like much. Maybe the disciples of Feihong sect are too useless." The tall and thin man among the four sons of Qingcheng sneered at hidekawa weada.

Among the four sons of Qingcheng, he is the most arrogant. When he was in the hotel, he wanted to beat Shen Feng.

Hidekawa Zhitian's face sank. He knew that this was not the time to show off his tongue, but the secret disciples of Feihong sect silently clenched their long swords. The four sons of Qingcheng didn't forget to humiliate Feihong sect when they fought. In this way, no one of the disciples of Feihong sect wanted to help.

When the fourth son of Qingcheng was ready to attack again, Hattori Musashi shouted, "don't underestimate us!"

Then he reached into his arms, took out a black ball from his hand and threw it at the fourth son of Qingcheng.

The defense of the fourth son of Qingcheng was airtight, and he cut on the black ball with a sword.

"Bang!" The black ball burst and a hot flame burst.

The flame was so hot that it immediately drove the fourth son of Qingcheng out.

However, the fire pushed the four sons of Qingcheng back, which was fleeting, because Fu Bu and Musashi didn't dare to make things big. If they really burned the back mountain of Feihong sect, Dongfang Hong's murderous God might go to Dongdao shrine again.

"Lying in the trough, playing with fire!" The seven elders in the dark scolded. The trees in the back mountain are very dense. If they were burned, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Withdraw!" Zhitian Xiuchuan whispered. Now the fourth son of Qingcheng is forced to retreat. It's a good time to leave here when he hasn't been found.

Just as several people were about to leave, Duan Wuwei blocked their way. He grabbed a branch and said, "Hey, there's no point in this competition. What are you running?"

"Get out of the way!" Yosano Saburo shouted to Duan Wuwei.

"Want me to go away and see if you have that ability." Duan Wuwei smiled with a funny smile in his eyes.

"Shadowless chop!" Yoshino roared.

As a gold clad warrior of the East Island shrine, he was also very powerful. The blade of the samurai sword in his hand was cold, and the samurai sword crossed seven or eight residual shadows in the air and attacked him hard.

"Don't you mean shadowless chop? It's all shadow." Duan Wuwei looked at the shadow of the chopping knife and said faintly.

The voice fell, his eyes sank, the internal Qi flashed in his hand, and a shiny long sword appeared in his hand.

"Brush!" The long sword in Duan Wuwei's hand flashed a cold light, and the shadow of the knife was instantly scattered where the cold light passed.

"Qiang!" The long sword and the samurai sword hit each other and burst out a dazzling light in the night.

After the blow, Yoshino Saburo flew out with a knife and hit a big tree not far away. The tree was directly stopped and broken