With a loud bang, Xiao Jingyang rushed over first, and his pair of iron claws made a metallic impact sound, causing a whistling sound, and grabbed the Blood Rakshasa. This was the eagle claw skill of Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall.

But facing this terrifying claw, Blood Rakshasa just chuckled, and the soft sword in his hand had already floated towards the other party.

The soft sword, which was more than three meters long, was swung in the hands of the Blood Rakshasa, like thousands of worries, turned into countless phantoms, and stabbed towards Xiao Jingyang in front of him from different angles.

Before Xiao Jingyang could touch the other party, he cried out with countless wounds on his body, and he retreated frantically.

At this time, the others surrounded him, but the Blood Rakshasa only moved a few times in a row. He turned around and waved his swords to break through the encirclement.

She wandered around the courtyard casually like a shark, and every time she swung her long sword, she would take away a life.

At this moment, a fist did not bring a trace of wind, and it printed on the vest of Xue Luosha in a strange silence. It was not until the strong wind on the fist that Xue Luosha had time to react and dodge forward with force, but still couldn't avoid it, and felt a severe pain coming from her back.

This is the first time she has been injured since the war began.

Under the force of this punch, Xue Luosha turned around with the force, and saw Master Jiang who had moved behind him at some point. Without saying a word, the other party silently punched him again.

The tranquility and peace of mind enveloped the thoughts of the Blood Rakshasa, which made her movements slow down a beat. She barely blocked it with her sword spine, and had to retreat again.

"Practice the magic technique?" Xue Luosha was shocked, but immediately reacted: "No, if I am really a master of magic practice, I will be dead after this punch. Can I use the magic technique in the Qi training stage?"

Xue Luosha smiled grimly, and the murderous aura on her body surged out. This murderous aura came to her face, and her mind was full of thoughts of killing the other party. After all, Master Jiang's body had not reached the level of practicing the gods, and the technique of practicing the gods that he barely used would no longer work.

The two of them made rapid attacks one after another, and saw silver lights flashing around Jiang Tianzheng, and soon left a wound on his left arm.

After all, the Qi-Growing Haoran failed, and Jiang Tianzheng's power and speed could not keep up with the Blood Rakshasa. If he hadn't had his own rich experience and his mind had remained calm under the Qi-Growing Haoran, he would have lost a long time ago.

At this moment, a sharp pain came from the wound on his face. Jiang Tianzheng took advantage of the opportunity of two people besieging Blood Rakshasa and immediately flashed out. Thinking of the wound that had been scratched on the sword before, he shouted loudly: "Beware, there is poison on her sword!"

"Go and get the weapons!"

No one could have thought that the Blood Rakshasa was so crazy that he chose to rush in while gathering in the eighteen martial arts halls.

I didn't expect that the woman Blood Rakshasa was so strong.

When the Blood Rakshasa began to take action, the whole yard fell into chaos. Jiang Qing wanted to go up to help, but Zuo Zhicheng grabbed it and dragged it tightly in the direction outside the yard.

She didn't know where Zuo Zhicheng got his power, so she couldn't break free.

"What are you doing? Let me go and I'm going to help my dad!"

But Zuo Zhicheng was like a silent machine, ignoring Jiang Qing's struggle at all and quickly pulled her away from the battlefield.

At this moment, a shocking scream rang out from the courtyard, and a broken arm soared into the sky with blood.

In the crowd, Jiang Qing could see that the martial arts master nicknamed Iron Arhat was kneeling on the ground with his broken arm in his arms. He was wearing an iron cloth shirt that was known as invulnerable to swords and guns. At this moment, he was so fragile in front of the Blood Rakshasa.

Just as he screamed, several silver lights passed through his body, and countless pieces of flesh burst out.

He had been dismembered by a three-meter-long soft sword.

And this is just a scene in the killing field, with more broken arms and limbs constantly splashing out. The sword body more than three meters long made the sway of the Blood Rakshasa almost reach the speed of the sound of the sword tip.

The screams like ghosts and gods kept ringing in the air, accompanied by the ground screams and wails of virtue, as if the gate of the Yellow Spring was opened.

When Jiang Qing reacted, she had already been gently pushed by Zuo Zhicheng and pushed behind a wall. She struggled to stretch her head out and looked into the yard, but she could only see a large fiery red figure rushing left and right, bringing up pieces of blood.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Why are you running away? We want to help my dad!" But her trembling legs made her unable to take a step.

Zuo Zhicheng didn't say anything, but looked at the bloody Rakshasa who was killing in the field calmly with a calm face, not knowing what he was thinking.

It was at this moment that several guys pushed the cart and rushed over with a scream. In the cart, there were dozens of machetes that had been broken.

"Everyone fights with him with weapons!"

"Beware that his Qimen weapon is very long!"

There is indeed a difference between having a bare hands and holding a sharp blade. Before, everyone was caught off guard by the Blood Rakshasa. One reason was naturally because the Blood Rakshasa is indeed powerful, but the other reason was naturally because the two soft swords more than three meters long in their hands.

At this moment, the martial artists went to get the machetes one after another, and became more courageous and rushed towards the Blood Rakshasa again.

But Zuo Zhicheng narrowed his eyes and confirmed that Jiang Tianzheng had hid in the house and that the Blood Rakshasa did not pursue him immediately, so he pulled Jiang Qing away again. No matter how hard Jiang Qing struggled, he was like a cold and hard stone, without any change.

While he left all the way, he always walked through some corners and corners, and his hand shadows seemed to have taken something, but it seemed to have nothing to take. In this chaos, no one noticed such a thing.

Just a few seconds after Zuo Zhicheng turned around, the warrior who first got the machete had already exclaimed, and a silver light flashed in the air. The blade in his hand was shattered by a blow, and the broken blade shot directly on his face, chest, and stomach.

Seeing two soft swords as powerful and flexible as a spirit snake, someone began to throw the machete and something else in his hand.

Blood Rakshasa sneered and flashed to the side.

Jiang Qing was held in Zuo Zhicheng's arms. She looked at the yard behind her that had become a slaughterhouse with tears in her eyes. Suddenly, the yard darkened, just like dominoes. All the lights were extinguished one by one, and the entire Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall fell into darkness in an instant.

"Be careful, she slipped out!"

"Here, here, she hides in the house!"

"Master! Master, you are there!"

"She jumped onto the roof!"

"Stop him!"

"Help! Help~~~~"

The sound of metal breaking, the sound of furniture breaking, the screams of human beings, and the sound of swords and swords colliding.

In the dark Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall, all kinds of sounds were heard. Only under the illumination of the moonlight could one barely see the bodies lying on the ground constantly showing various twisted expressions.

Just in this darkness of only a few hundred square meters, Blood Rakshasa was harvesting everyone's lives in the darkness as if it had come to his own home.

At the corner of the room, Jiang Tianzheng smiled bitterly and looked at the wound on his arm. The other party's subsequent swords seemed to have no **, and it seemed that the only one of the first wounds was poisoned. If you think about it this way, was it that one of the two swords wiped it?

He took the machete and cut off a piece of meat from the poisoned wound. Jiang Tianzheng began to release poisonous blood again, and his face became paler after this action.

He did not expect that hundreds of warriors were suppressed by the Blood Rakshasa alone and could hardly breathe. The other party wanted to fight wherever they wanted, how they wanted to hit, and how they wanted to hit several people, but they could do nothing.

With a puff, another person broke into the window.

Jiang Tianzheng was about to take action, but stopped again.

"Master Xiao?"

"Master Jiang?"

In the darkness, the two of them smiled bitterly. At this time, Xiao Jingyang was in a state of good condition. His upper body, which was completely stained with blood, and several wounds on his back with visible bones, made him frown every time he moved.

"The Blood Rakshasa is even more terrifying than we thought. She almost swept to death with her sword."

"Xiaoqing doesn't know what's going on, I have to go out and save her."

On the other side, Jiang Qing had been stuffed under a bed by Zuo Zhicheng. He said coldly: "You hide here, don't come out."

Zuo Zhicheng's tone and state are very different from usual. It can be said that he had completely changed someone, but Jiang Qing no longer cared about these things. Her eyes were a little dull. Even the daughter of the martial arts hall owner, even a girl who practiced martial arts all year round. But this was the first time she had seen so many dead people and so much blood. Before that, she had never even killed a chicken.

The four words that we usually call chivalrous justice are so heavy and fragile in front of the bloody corpse.

In my mind, the scene of the iron arhat being cut off by a sword and then being dismembered, just like the movie's looping playback, flashing constantly.

Human life is so worthless and so fragile.

She looked at Zuo Zhicheng in front of her and said, "Will we die? Is my father already dead?"

"Don't worry, you won't die." Then there was a rumbling sound. Zuo Zhicheng seemed to be taking out something from his arms from the wardrobe in the room, constantly searching and tidying it up. However, Jiang Qing, who was hiding under the bed, could not see clearly at all. She could only see the flash of light and shadow, and didn't know what Zuo Zhicheng was doing.

Based on the incident of the bloody incident in the past few days, Zuo Zhicheng had long guessed that the female lunatic might rush into the Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall directly, and even wanted to wipe out all the people in the Martial Arts Hall.

So he also sneaked into Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall in advance and prepared some things, such as the mask in his arms, some materials in the corner, and the coat in the wardrobe in this guest room. He had finally collected all the preparations along the way.

So in just a few minutes, through his own preparations, he had become a big man wearing a pure white mask.

But the next moment, in this darkness, the sound that almost made Jiang Qing's heart beat stop sounded.

"Two little mice." The witch's teasing voice rang outside the door like an invitation to death. The next moment, silver light flashed in the darkness, and two three-meter-long silver dragons had already opened the door and stomped directly towards Zuo Zhicheng.

Just as Jiang Qing opened her mouth wide and was about to scream.

A murderous aura that was enough to freeze blood had soared into the sky. The man who suddenly appeared was like a ghost and god. He slapped the sword's spine with one hand and slapped the two swords that had stabbed away.

Then he raised his steps, and a crackling sound sounded in the air, and the Blood Rakshasa had already left the house with a shrill scream.

(It's the end of the year, there are more work things to do, so there is less time to code. I got up this morning and finally got three chapters. The hand speed is still slow...
Chapter completed!