Soul Piercing Boy Song Xing: Vertical and Horizontal Double Swords

Just as Lei Wujie was deep in thought, Murong Xiyin rolled her eyes and revealed a sly smile.

He said loudly: "Lei Wujie, our reinforcements will arrive soon, you must do your best to hold Baifaxian and them back!"

"Not good!" Baifaxian frowned, thinking that Mrs. Ye might have made an agreement with Ye Ziying's army. If she didn't go back after a while, those troops would come here.

"Let's kill Lei Wujie quickly!" Zi Yihou and Baifaxian had the same idea.

Lei Wujie: "!@#￥%..."

Turning his head and glaring at Murong Xiyin fiercely, this woman is really hateful, once she said this, Baifaxian and the others had to beat themselves to death?

"Don't look at me like that, it would be nice if I could hold Xie Qidao for you." Murong Xiyin said with a smile.

At this time, Ziyihou, Baifaxian and Mu Ciling's Yiliu got within three feet of him and attacked him with their unique skills.

Lei Wujie flicked his feet, stepped back, and said with a sneer:
"Mu Ciling, you are such a lonely and arrogant person, facing someone whose cultivation level is not as good as yours, you are reduced to joining forces with others?"

Mu Ciling's face was a little uncomfortable, but his offensive remained unabated.

"Your kid's moves and internal skills are extremely weird, and you can't be treated as a regular master of heaven."

Suddenly a silver gun flew into the air, and under the sound of the gunshot, the wind of a hundred meters around swept towards Mu Ciling.

"Little beauty, you are not cute anymore." Mu Ciling gave up attacking Lei Wujie, and lightly pressed the blade of the gun with a red palm.

Sikong Qianluo's face suddenly changed, and she felt her internal energy being poured towards Mu Ciling by a strange suction.

"Sister, withdraw your gun and leave, this is Yan Mo's Palm!" Lei Wujie reminded loudly.

Sikong Qianluo hastily let go of the handle of the gun, retreated ten meters, and began to seal with his hands.

The surrounding branches and trees gathered towards her one after another, forming a green storm, and with a push of both hands, all the leaves suddenly burst out, each with a sharp edge.

"Young Master's Wanye Feihualiu, my sister actually managed it." Lei Wujie was delighted.

"Hmph, small tricks!" Mu Ciling didn't take it seriously, the tiger's body was shocked and his whole body was wrapped in red light, and then he used Yan Mo's palm to slap several palms in succession, destroying the storm of leaves.

But in the next moment, the surrounding air seemed to be frozen, and a sword surrounded by ice lotus pierced towards Mu Ciling's chest, and the red light around the latter suddenly disintegrated.

And Mu Ciling was not to be outdone, he pressed the sword body tightly with both hands, and the veins on his forehead bulged, but Shui Hanjian still broke through the line of defense and pierced his shoulder.

Mu Ciling made a decisive decision and hit the opponent's chest with a palm, finally forcing the opponent to retreat.

"Su Muyu, when did you start imitating that girl's swordsmanship in Xueyue City?"

Su Muyu held the Shuihan sword in his right hand, and pressed the handle of the umbrella with his left hand, with a cold expression.

"If your Excellency still refuses to leave, I have no choice but to ask you to try my Eighteen Sword Formation!"

"Damn it!" Mu Ciling stomped his feet angrily, but reason told him that he should evacuate at this time.

As soon as Mu Ciling left, Su Muyu couldn't hold on any longer, and was supported by Sikong Qianluo when he was about to collapse.

"Brother Yu, are you okay?"

Su Muyu shook her head slightly, and said with a wry smile: "It's nothing serious, but I can't continue to help Xiaojie."

"It's okay, brother Yu, just a white-haired fairy and a purple-clothed marquis, I'll hit whatever I want." Lei Wujie gave them a reassuring look.

"Arrogance!" Zi Yihou gave him a cold look, then glanced at the subordinates behind him, and waved his hand, "Let's go together!"

Looking at the disciples of the Devil's Cult who came over aggressively, Lei Wujie was not afraid.

"Even if you guys go up together, I, Lei, have nothing to fear."

After perceiving the cultivation base of those people with Qi machine, he brought lightness kung fu to the group of disciples with the weakest martial arts, and killed five disciples in an instant with a swing of the shark-toothed sword.

Baifaxian and Ziyihou attacked angrily, Lei Wujie didn't intend to confront them head-on, so he used "silver saddle shining on a white horse" to come to other demon disciples and continue to harvest their lives.

Don't you know how to call people, then I will start with the weakest disciple of your cultivation, and I will evacuate as soon as you two come, just to mess with your mentality.

The lightness skills that Lei Wujie has learned now, whether it is Ghost Trace Step, Silver Saddle Shooting White Horse, Phoenix Dance Six Magic, Lingbo Feiyan, are all top-notch in the Jianghu. The only flaw is that the consumption of internal energy is not low.

Thinking of this, Lei Wujie was very envious of Xiao Se's stepping on the clouds. If he knew it now, he would be able to prostitute unlimitedly without using internal energy.

On the other side, Xie Qidao closed his eyes slightly. After taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes again. After a flash, he appeared in the sky above Xiao Lingchen, slashed fiercely from top to bottom, and swung an arc moon.

Xiao Lingchen suddenly felt that his feet lost consciousness, and a terrifying picture of himself being split in two with a knife emerged in his mind.

"Am I going to die like this?"

"No! I haven't rehabilitated my father yet, I'm not reconciled!"

Seeing that the knife was only half a foot away from Xiao Lingchen, Xie Qidao felt that his strength was a little out of control, and he slashed towards the half-meter open space beside Xiao Lingchen.

Xiao Lingchen finally felt that he had sensed his feet, and immediately rolled over to distance himself from Xie Qidao.

However, Xie Qidao did not continue to attack Xiao Lingchen, but instead focused on Murong Xiyin who was beside him.

"You girl, what kind of kung fu do you do?"

"Your Excellency is the Patriarch of the Xie family in Anhe, so why are you talking so much nonsense?" Murong Xiyin joked.

Xie Qidao was not only not angry when he heard the words, but showed a little admiration and regret.

"It's a pity that such an outstanding woman should die by my knife today."

"No, no, no." Murong Xiyin shook her finger at him, "I just hope you don't lose your temper when you fight with me later."

"You're still so hypocritical!" Ye Wan'er, who was not far away, couldn't help curling her lips.

"Although I am a killer, I have a very good temper!" Xie Qidao laughed loudly, jumped up, raised his hand and slashed at him.

Layer after layer of his saber strength, he pressed down like an overwhelming mountain.

Murong Xiyin turned her wrist, drew a circle on the jade flute in her hand, and moved the surging knife force to the side, and the big tree around her instantly shattered.

"Again!" Xie Qidao caught the second knife in an instant, the power of the knife skyrocketed, but his knife strength was transferred to the ground by Murong Xiyin, instantly blasting a deep hole there.

Immediately afterwards, Xie Qidao slashed three times in a row, but the result was still the same.

Can't help feeling a little depressed: "Are you using a Tai Chi sword? If you can't beat me, you want to die in a hurry, don't you?"

"Patriarch Xie, talking too much nonsense is not a good thing for a killer."

Beads of sweat dripped from Murong Xiyin's forehead like pearls, but she still smiled calmly.

Seeing Xie Qidao's gloomy face, she continued to make up the knife: "It is rumored that Patriarch Xie only uses seven knives to kill people."

"But I think you can't kill me within a hundred knives today!"