surnamed Wang

Chapter 449

At the exit of the dungeon, the disciples of the Tang Sect were already fighting with the prisoners.

In Tangyue's plan, the battle should not have started so quickly. She divided Tangmen disciples into several echelons, each echelon carried a heavy crossbow hidden weapon, and would shoot and kill anyone as soon as they showed their heads.

The exit of the dungeon is so big, even if there are a steady stream of prisoners, as long as everyone controls the string alternately, they will definitely be able to kill them all.

But the group of people in the dungeon have long since been tortured for decades, and they are all strong men from the sixth floor up. Even in the face of hundreds of crossbow salvos, they still have no fear He rushed out without hesitation.

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In the beginning, many well-known and strong men fell in the arrows that were like raindrops, and then some prisoners rushed into the crowd to take bloody revenge.

Once they hit Tangmen disciples, they would use extremely cruel means to kill them. There were screams from the crossbow team composed of hundreds of people, and blood and limbs flew everywhere.

One or two of the disciples rushed forward and could barely resist, but then a barefoot old man with white beard and hair jumped out from the exit of the dungeon. With a flick of his sleeve, he collected more than a hundred crossbow arrows that were still flying, and then turned around and swung them out. , the Tangmen disciples standing in the front row were immediately shot into hedgehogs.

The old monster didn't seem to be satisfied. He stomped his feet, shook up the arrows that fell on the ground, and pointed them out quickly with both hands. The arrows with hooks and thorns, or bloody and poisonous arrows seemed to have eyes. It shot directly at the throat and heart of Tangmen disciples.

Not long after, the ground was covered with corpses of people from the Tang Sect, counting them more than the dead prisoners.

Normally, only the Tang Sect backstabbed and wounded people. How have all the disciples seen such a battle?Many people started to lose their positions, and they didn't care about taking turns to shoot volleys. Their fingers desperately held the trigger of the crossbow, and they used up all the arrows in an instant.

The other prisoners of Huo Guoshen joined the ranks of killing the disciples of the Tang Sect. One by one, they rushed into the crowd with all kinds of weapons, and massacred wantonly with grinning faces.

At the exit, several figures walked out slowly, the leading man looked calm, as if the dead in front of him were ants rather than human lives.

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"You guys, if you want revenge, do it as soon as possible." The man said in a deep voice.

"Heh, killing them will get my hands dirty, but I don't mind taking down that beautiful fifth girl."

The bald man who was scolded by Hong Mao as a bald man said with a lewd smile.

"The fifth girl is mine."

Next to him, a middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian scholar said in a cold voice, it was Tang Qisheng, the former guest official of the Tang Sect.

The bald head looked at the man. He didn't know the real identity of the man. He only thought that he was also a quack who offended the Tang Sect, so he said:

"My friend, on which road, have you ever heard of my name as a flower-picking monk?"

Tang Qisheng glanced at him and said calmly:
"If you want to fight, you can fight. How can there be so much nonsense? I want to fix that woman."

"Good good!"

The bald head stretched out his right hand to touch his hairless head, and suddenly shot something with his left hand in the dark, Tang Qisheng was prepared and slapped it away.

The object castrated extremely quickly, and after smashing the head of a Tangmen disciple, it rolled to the ground, and it turned out to be an iron walnut.

Luo Tian, ​​who had been watching the two silently, turned his head again. In front of him, an old man with a broken sword on his waist came slowly.

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Inside the dungeon, Tang Jing took out a elixir and threw it to Hong Mao, "This is the antidote, take it if you don't want to lose your reputation."

The young man dared not hesitate when he heard the words, and swallowed it in one gulp.

Liu Rumei on the opposite side obviously had murderous intentions, she stopped teasing the two of them, and stabbed directly with the Emei Thorn in her hand.

Hong Mao and Tang Jing raised their swords to parry. The two have practiced the same set of swordsmanship, and they have developed some tacit understanding when dealing with Li Huoyun last time. Now they have become more proficient in fighting the enemy together.

After taking the antidote, most of the dryness and heat in the boy's heart disappeared, but at this moment his mouth became restless again:

"Old aunt, I'm sorry, my first time is for the girl I love."

Liu Rumei's face was covered with frost, she wished to pull out the tongue of the poor boy, and pierced the opponent's vital parts with the two Emei thorns in her hand.

Hong Mao deflected this resentful blow with a sword, and said with lingering fear:
"The old man is right. The hearts of women are the most poisonous in the world. If you don't get them, you will destroy them."

Not to mention Liu Rumei at this moment, even Tang Jing wanted to give this kid a few swords, his mouth was too broken.

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The young man didn't have a clue, but he was unambiguous when he really fought, and every move carried a charm that Tang Jing didn't have.

The swordsmanship that Hong Mao first learned was not Jinghong Thirteen Styles, but the "Hidden Immortal" from the mysterious old man. Although it only has the shape but not the spirit, it is still the swordsmanship of the fairy family, and he accidentally gave birth to other swordsmen The sword intent that was realized only half a lifetime ago.

Afterwards, under the guidance of old man Ye, the young man chose the most fascinating sword control to learn. If it were someone else, he would not even think about it without two to thirty years of skill, but he just knew it, and he was naturally elegant and free.

But the young man looked down on his grandfather's swordsmanship from the bottom of his heart, and insisted on asking Wang Bingquan to teach him a trick, but the latter had no choice but to hand over the Thirteen Stances of Jinghong to him.

This silly boy regards this set of sword skills as a treasure, and he likes to use the sword to do two tricks when he has nothing to do, but he doesn't know that the Jinghong sword skill is just a layer or two of old man Ye's skin.

Now that he is fighting against the strong, Hong Mao gradually understands the subtlety of the old man's swordsmanship, and subconsciously incorporates the mystery of controlling the sword in every move. Among them, the young man's sword came out several times, and he used the flying sword method to attack the opponent's blind spots. Liu Rumei on the eighth floor also broke out in a cold sweat several times.

Although Tang Jing on the side didn't feel as strongly as Liu Rumei, he gradually realized that the young man's sword was getting stronger and stronger, and in the end, Hong Mao could force Liu Rumei to retreat again and again only by his side.

Liu Rumei had no choice but to wave his sleeves, and suddenly a strange fragrance came to his nostrils again, the young man did not hide at all, and swung an extremely simple move in his hand, which was exactly the style of Tibetan Immortal.

Immediately a gust of wind blew up from the closed underground, the wind flew past sand and rocks, and the fragrance was naturally blown away.

The coquettish woman finally changed her color, retracted the two Emei thorns, and her whole figure quickly retreated. Although he reacted quickly enough, he was still blown by the strong wind, and his few clothes were torn out again. There were a few cuts, and there were faint traces of blood under the thin shirt.

Liu Rumei snorted, and fell to the ground. When she raised her head again, her eyes were full of shock.

She couldn't believe that a young man of seventeen or eighteen could have such fierce swordsmanship.

Hong Mao retreated as soon as he saw it, and held the sword behind his back, standing awe-inspiringly, raising his head and looking down at the other party, with an extremely arrogant expression.

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Looking at the woman lying on the ground, Tang Jing showed hesitation, but the young man suddenly turned his head and said meanly:
"Junior Brother, can you kill him?" As he spoke, he still raised his eyebrows.

"What do you ask me for?" Tang Jing's face turned gloomy for an instant.

"Isn't she on good terms with you? There are fights at the head of the bed and peace at the end of the bed."

"Your uncle, you can figure it out yourself."

After Tang Jing finished speaking, he walked towards the seventh floor without looking back. The young man shook his head helplessly, and squatted down beside Liu Rumei, who had no power to resist, and slashed out with a hand knife.

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(End of this chapter)