Chapter 9 Counterattack

　　Wang Haichuan's face reddened, "If you want to fight, just fight, what words are wasted." 　　The ugly man sneered, "It's not that I look down on you guys, if you really want to fight, none of you can run away, of course, there is still a chance now, one, two ......" 　　Liu Tao tightened his smile and said in a cold voice, "Your Excellency really wants to cross us." 　　"Five, six, seven ......" The ugly man didn't answer, staring at the crowd as if looking at the dead. 　　Ye Chen and Liu Tao looked at each other, the meaning in their gazes was clear. 　　"Nine! Kill them for me." As soon as the words fell, the ugly man drew his large sword and leaped in the air to launch an attack towards several people. 　　The general public thought that they would count to ten before striking, in fact, this is their means, repeatedly used, easily catch their opponents off guard, and the ugly man himself named Ma Wu, is exiled from other cities over the jianghu villains, once in the small family surnamed Wang as a guard, after salivating at the Wang family's young lady's posture, so they don't do anything, take advantage of the darkness of the night to humiliate each other to kill, ruthless means is outrageous. 　　Liu Tao Wang Haichuan and others were bluffed, only Ye Chuan was prepared, it is not that he is experienced in the jianghu, in fact, he is not much experience in the jianghu, but only because of the reason of the strong soul power, able to find from the subtle movements of the hemp five there is a fraud. 　　With his internal qi pushed to its limit, Ye Chuan sidestepped his body, holding his sword with both hands and slashing out horizontally, making use of the eighth style of Xingyun Sword Technique, ''Xingyun Liu Shui''. 　　Ma Wu was stunned, originally thought that he had the intention to count without intention, but unexpectedly, it was the intention that encountered the intention, and in the end, he was caught off guard instead. 　　Like a flash of lightning, Ma Wu's blade deflected and rubbed against Ye Feng's steel sword. 　　"Clank!" "Plop!" 　　Amidst the sparks, Ma Wu's waist side was cut with a sword mark, silk blood seeped out and he suffered some traumatic injuries. 　　The crowd couldn't believe their eyes, a martial artist at the sixth level of the Qi Practicing Realm had actually injured a martial artist at the tenth level of the Qi Practicing Realm with a single sword, it was really a living hell. 　　Ye Chuan is not aware of Ye Chuan also secretly screamed pity, just now Ma Wu reaction slower, his sword can definitely create serious injuries, and then retreat, if the other side of the power is a little worse, the blade will not be able to flick away from his attack, the sword mark can also be an inch deep, this is the Xingyun Sword Technique practiced to the realm of the killing power of the pure perfection of the realm, and not a high level of martial arts skills in order to injure people. 　　"A martial artist at the tenth level of the Qi Practicing Realm really can't be underestimated." One sword was unsuccessful, Ye Chen's second sword came, the ninth style of Xing Yun Sword Technique, 'Night Light Movement'. 　　In a blink of an eye, dark, water-like sword light filled out, as if the air was no longer air, but a pool of water under the deep night, unfathomably deep. 　　"Damn it, how come this kid's sword realm is so high." 　　Ma Wu's scalp was numb, then his eyes revealed ruthlessness, his large sword with the momentum of breaking the air, lightning-like slashing towards the center point of the water-like sword light, striving to destroy the other party's sword momentum, otherwise the situation would not be good for him. 　　Whew! 　　The strike that was full of force fell empty, Ma Wu was shocked, his feet stomped towards the ground and hastily retreated. 　　Ye Chuan seemed to anticipate this situation, rushed out with an arrow step, the sword in his hand changed, bringing up a bright arc to pick back, precisely the sinister Lone Peak Thirteen Swords. 　　A ferocious light flashed in Ma Wu's eyes, his left hand full of internal qi slapped at the sword blade, and he droned, "Damnable brat, die for me." 　　Boom! 　　The tenth level martial artist of the Qi Practicing Realm was not that easy to kill, the intense Qi energy swept and exploded like a hurricane, easily shocking Ye Chuan's body. 　　Unexpectedly, Ye Chuan seemed to have lost his weight, lightly fluttering a little on the ground, then his Qi changed steeply, like a mountain collapsing, he forced his way over again, the bright sword light penetrated with a single point. 　　Snort! 　　The tip of the sword stabbed in from Ma Wu's neck and penetrated the back of his head, dry and sharp. 　　A martial artist who was on the verge of becoming the Condensed Truth Realm was just picked off by Ye Chuan with a single sword, easily as if he was drinking tea and eating, and it also allowed Ye Chuan to initially understand what point his own combat power had reached, and most importantly how powerful the killing power of the Thirteen Swords of the Lonely Peak really was. 　　Drawing his sword and shaking off the blood on it, Ye Chuan tried to eliminate the distracting thoughts after killing, looking around, he found that the others had also fought together, seven or eight vicious dudes were surrounding Liu Tao's five people to send out attacks, and the sound of weapons clashing seemed to be as if they were frying beans, connecting together in a single piece. 　　"Get the hell out of here!" Liu Tao, who had the highest cultivation level, slashed out his palms in a chain, instantly shaking away several people. 　　However, one person only retreated three steps, his chest clothes cracked and his body was unharmed. 　　Liu Tao's pupils shrunk, "Horizontal training kung fu!" 　　That person was broad-mouthed on the side. Two meters tall, tiger back and bear waist, high bulging pectoral muscles like a small mountain, iron plate, vaguely still black and blue color, not like the human body. 　　"Hey, I practice kung fu is iron cloth shirt, coupled with daily rubbing soaked in medicinal wine, has long been practiced copper skin and iron bones, as long as a mouth of internal qi does not dissipate, let you hit how many times are all right, come on!" 　　"Looking for death." 　　Speaking is wang haichuan, he holds the green dragon halberd sweeping a circle, forced away from the siege of his several people, then the body is a turn, a style of horseback spear to the other side. 　　This tall man did not dare to slow down, we must know how to practice Iron Cloth Shirt and then can not be practiced into the flesh of steel general hardness, ordinary blunt weapons he is not afraid, but by the sharp sharp weapon stabbed the same finished, not to mention the Wan Hai Chuan this style of harsh and overbearing, for fear of even the iron armor can be pierced. 　　Hands together, the tall man grabbed the spear shaft of the green dragon halberd, not letting it inch forward. 　　Catching a chance, Liu Tao flew and landed in front of the other party, and pressed a palm lightly. 　　Poof! 　　Like a hammer hitting leather, the tall man's mouth corners secrete blood, chest was printed out a shallow palm print, green and red. 　　Right at this moment, the two ferocious big men took the opportunity to kill Liu Tao. 　　Liu Tao secretly screamed bad, just now although a palm to injure the tall man, but both arms were also shocked by the reaction force numb, a breath can not come up. 　　Wang Haichuan was also unable to do anything, the vicious man who was forced back by him earlier was even more frantic to counter-attack back, making him feel like he couldn't resist. 　　On the contrary, Yao Qing and the twin brothers were still able to support themselves, after all, they were in a one-on-one situation. 　　Seeing that Liu Tao was going to be killed, a clear and bright sword light shot out suddenly, twisting twice in the air, the two vicious big men's necks soared with blood and fell straight down. 　　With a successful sword strike, Ye Chuan did not stop, and stabbed the heart of another vicious man with a move of 'Seeking Gap', helping Wang Haichuan to reduce the pressure. 　　"Thanks!" Liu Tao, who had narrowly escaped death, turned a little white and said gratefully. 　　Ye Chuan nodded, "Kill them first." 　　In fact, after killing Ma Wu, their fate was already predetermined, it was only a matter of time sooner or later. 　　In a short while, except for the Han who practiced Iron Cloth Shirt, the others were dead and wounded, while on Ye Chuan's side, except for him and Liu Tao, the others were more or less with some injuries. 　　"Where to run!" Wang Haichuan sensed that the tall man was trying to escape, and his two-meter-long Green Dragon Halberd shot out with a sharp air-breaking sound. 　　Chop! 　　The tall man, who was experienced in many battles, deflected his body and narrowly avoided the Green Dragon Halberd. 　　However, escaping from the monk could not escape from the temple, Ye Chuan's body followed the sword, and with one sword, he broke the other's Iron Cloth Shirt and pierced his heart.