Chapter 11 Dancing in the Clouds

Li Sanniang glanced indifferently at the two men in black robes across from her, took two steps forward, and said in a cold voice: "Stop chatting, you can take the young master away first, and I will stop the rear!"

"Nonsense!", "Sanniang!"

Two violent roars sounded one after another, and the Mo brothers looked at Sanniang angrily.

The chopping knife and heavy sword hit the ground with a bang, and he scratched his neck and said: "After my two brothers are cut off, you leave first!"

Sanniang remained silent, but the Mo brothers refused to give in.

Qingguang Wuyu covered his eyes with his right hand and said in a teasing tone: "Please, my eldest brother and eldest sister, the two of them are obviously at the lowest level of the Seventh Heaven. Do you understand the Seventh Heaven?"

"Boss Yun, it's not like you haven't experienced the horrors of the Seventh Heaven. Now you are facing at least two enemies from the Seventh Heaven. How are you going to fight? Not to mention the end, I think it will be difficult for the six of us to leave.

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After Qingguang finished speaking, he spread his hands in silence.

When several people heard this, Sanniang's eyes remained as cold as ever, not caring about life or death at all.

The Mo brothers fell silent and stared at the opposite side.

"alright!"

Qingguang rubbed his bald head, smiled evilly, put the iron rod on his shoulder, and walked towards the field carelessly, smiling: "Brothers, stop fighting, let me come to meet this so-called Seventh Heaven, and see if I am the one who can stick you today."

The day the devil breaks his stick!"

The Mo brothers looked at each other and exchanged looks.

With the chopping knife and heavy sword in hand, he shouted violently: "The two heroes of the Mo family are here, and it's not your turn to be bald!"

Then follow up with steps.

Qing Guang looked back and smiled sideways at the two of them, unable to speak.

The Mo brothers stepped forward and punched him on the shoulder, laughing.

Sanniang then looked at the backs of the three of them, her eyes softened for the first time, but she quickly covered them up.

With a cold snort, without saying anything, he simply and crudely clicked his feet and flew past, turning his body into an afterimage and stabbing the opponent.

"Dark Scorpion is going crazy, I, Qingguang, can't lag behind!"

Qing Guang whistled, and the iron rod whistled, then struck the enemy.

"Drink, drink!"

The Mo brothers roared in tacit understanding, each holding a large number of soldiers and outflanking them on both sides, their speed was fast and fierce.

As the saying goes, strike first to gain strength, strike later and suffer disaster.

The four of them knew that they were no match for the enemy, so instead of being scattered and defeated one by one, they would rather attack them instead. With years of tacit understanding and their own skills in packing, the Seventh Heaven is not invincible!

"Oh, that's really interesting."

Looking at the four people rushing towards him, the wolf-shaped mask let out a mocking laugh, twisted his neck slightly, and turned his head to look at his companions next to him.

He clenched his fist with his right hand and asked, "I'm more interested in those two big guys, what about you?"

The broken-character mask took two leisurely steps forward. Behind his left hand, he twisted a peach blossom with the fingers of his right hand. He looked up at the cold moon in the sky, not caring at all about Qingguang and the others who were about to come.

The voice was cold: "Do I have a choice?"

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The hidden cloud stream is no longer shrouded in clouds and mist during the day, adding a bit of tranquility at night. The gentle breeze whistles and rustles a piece of low-lying forest and grass.

At this moment, in an empty place under the moonlight, hundreds of figures stood faintly, holding different weapons, facing each other clearly.

Looking at the field, more than a hundred men in black clothes and masks formed a circle with eager eyes, and the cold light of the soldiers pointed at the circle.

Within the circle, there are scattered groups divided into two forces.

On the left is Jun Tiandang, who has never been seen before. He is sitting cross-legged on the ground, using his kung fu to heal the injuries of a family guard in front of him who has broken his arm.

A blue sword, complete with sheath, was stuck on the ground next to it.

Behind Jun Tiandang was Gu Xiaoqing with a worried look on his face.

He was dressed in strong clothes and holding a long whip with still-dry blood stains on it.

The two were closely surrounded by more than a dozen family guards.

All of them were decorated with colors and holding weapons to surround the owner and his wife, gnashing their teeth and glaring at the men in black around them.

In the venue, nearly a hundred corpses lay tragically!

There were men in black and house guards, all kinds of broken limbs and broken organs, all scattered in a messy pile.

The soil rolled and was filled with ferocious pits. Pieces of bright red blood flowed everywhere, lying on bodies, filling the pits with more than a dozen thick blood pits.

The corpse was still dripping with the last of its owner's blood, and the piercing fishy smell filled the air.

Some weapons are inserted or lying, broken or intact, lying on the corpses, on the soil, in the trunks of trees without any destination...

The most eye-catching thing is that outside the circle surrounded by men in black, there are eight men in black robes standing silently.

Like the men in black robes Qingguang and the others encountered, they all wore gray-white masks with different inscriptions engraved on them.

"Xuan, Chi, You, Zhu, Luan, Yang, Hao, Cheng!"

Jun Tiandang's internal energy roared, pouring continuously into the body of the guard in front of him, with a serious look on his face, not caring about the surrounding situation at all.

This house guard was seriously injured. One of his arms was broken, most of the blood in his body was gone, his internal organs were displaced, and he was hit by multiple hidden weapons.

"Old Bear, cheer up."

Seeing the opponent's body swaying and threatening to fall to the ground at any time, Jun Tiandang called out to his spirit, and at the same time his internal energy accelerated.

Finally, after a few breaths, and with a few "whoosh" sounds, all the hidden weapons in the old bear were forced out, shooting coldly into the open space in front of him, bleeding with black blood.

There is no blood left to bleed from the severed arm, and the old bear’s entire face is frighteningly pale, in stark contrast to his beard!

Jun Tiandang gently turned Old Xiong's body around and held him steady.

His eyes were red and his voice was trembling as he said with guilt: "It was Jun who came a step too late, causing the brothers to suffer a lot. Jun is ashamed of everyone!"

Old Xiong's eyes were distracted and he looked at Jun Tiandang dimly. He grabbed Jun Tiandang's clothes with his whole arm and murmured in an inaudible voice.

"Master, I...Xiong Xiazi, the happiest thing in my life is...following you and getting to know...brothers, ahem..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body twitched and his eyes lost focus.

"Old Bear!"

Jun Tiandang closed his eyes in pain, roared in a low voice with a hoarse voice, hugged his brother tightly, and a crystal fell from the corner of his eye.

A man doesn’t shed tears lightly, but it’s just not the time to feel sad!

Gu Xiaoqing covered her mouth with her left hand. She couldn't bear to watch this scene. She turned her head away and sobbed softly.

All around, the remaining guards screamed, veins popping out of their necks, and tears in their voices.

The weapon glowed with cold light, and he looked at the men in black around him with hatred, wishing he could eat his flesh and drink his blood immediately to avenge his brothers.

Regarding this, the men in black around them had no feeling at all. Most of them only had endless indifference in their eyes, and a few even had bloodthirsty eyes.

Eight masked men in black robes, silent and motionless, stood there mechanically, with dark eyes.

After a while, Jun Tiandang gently placed the old bear's body on the ground. He was dressed in white clothes and the invisible energy roared out of his body.

Her long hair was not moving in the wind, her right hand reached to the hilt of the long blue sword beside her, and she looked up at the clear moon in the sky.

Whispering: "If a person has a heart and a sword, he also has feelings."

"Lan Po has been covered in dust for many years. Tonight, I will follow you and have another drink!"

He stood up slowly, his snow-white robes making a rustling sound, and the sword in his hand was withdrawn from the scabbard inch by inch.

Fluorescence shines, and the blue sword body emits bursts of sword chants, showing off its sharp edge!

As soon as Gu Xiaoqing saw her husband's movements, he knew that he had murderous intentions.

The beautiful eyes stared at the back with tenderness, and in a trance, the all-powerful "Chivalrous Saint" back then was back.

A surge of pride suddenly surged in my heart, and I flicked the long whip in my hand, making a crisp explosion and leaving a white mark in the air.

"Husband, it's great to be able to fight side by side with you!" I thought silently in my heart.

The family guards followed the movements of the family master, all exercising their skills, breathing heavily and getting ready for a fight at any time.

The eight men in black robes and masks, the one with the mysterious character in the middle waved his hand and swept forward, and all the men in black immediately raised their weapons and roared towards the field to attack.

"We are well prepared. The majestic Nine Heavens masters must not be easily blocked. We will spend some time first and seize the opportunity to capture the woman. Then we will not be afraid that she will not submit."

Xuanzi Mask looked at the venue coldly, and called the other seven people to disperse.

Standing at the outermost edge from different angles, staring coldly, waiting for the right time to deliver a fatal blow.

The men in black were like dark clouds, rushing in from all directions, on the ground and in the air, swarming in and suffocating people.

Suddenly, a crisp sword chant rang out, and everyone felt a chill all over their bodies before they saw a dazzling blue light edict, overflowing with color.
To be continued...