These enemies have good martial arts skills and a large number of people. Quanzhen's disciples are already at a disadvantage. However, the enemies are fighting each other, and the seven Tiangang Beidou Formations echo each other and have a tight defense. Although the enemy is strong, they can resist it as much as possible.

Qin Yun saw that most of his fellow disciples in the square were disciples below the "Qing" generation, and only a few three generations of disciples. When he was confused, he suddenly heard a sound in the hall, and outsiders entered inside. Qin Yun thought it was not good, so he and Yin Zhiping hurriedly jumped in. When Quanzhen's disciples saw Qin Yun and Yin Zhiping, they naturally let the road open and enter.

When Qin Yun and Yin Zhiping entered the hall, they happened to see Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, Wang Chuyi and others confronting a group of people. Qin Yun and Yin Zhiping hurried to Ma Yu and others and glared at the invading enemy.

Qin Yun looked around and saw a dark and invading enemy leaders in the hall. One was wearing a red robe and a golden crown, describing it as a thin middle-aged Tibetan monk. The other was wearing a light yellow brocade robe and a folding fan in his hand, dressed as a noble young man. He was about thirty years old and had a look of arrogance on his face. Both of them were of a kind of dignity and excellent cultivation, which was very different from other enemies.

These two are Huodu and Darba.

"Who are you? How dare you come to my Quanzhen Sect to play wild?" Qiu Chuji was the most angry and shouted loudly.

"Haha, Xiao Wang has heard of the name of Quanzhen Sect for a long time, and it seems a bit exaggerated now." Huo Du sneered.

"You..." Qiu Chuji was furious and wanted to take action, but was stopped by Ma Yu.

"Master, they are Huodu and Darba, the disciples of the Mongolian master Jinlun Dharma King." Qin Yun came to Ma Yu and whispered.

"Haha, boy, you know your name at a young age. It's good, not bad." Huo Du was very skilled. He heard Qin Yun's voice and said with some satisfaction.

"It turns out that he is a disciple of the Mongolian national master. I just don't know why the donors came to my Chongyang Palace and mobilized so many people." Ma Yu tightened his heart when he heard that it was a Mongolian and frowned slightly.

At this time, the Quanzhen Sect was in Mongolia and they were also interested in the Song Dynasty. Ma Yu was naturally worried about the purpose of Huo Du and others.

"I don't have the heart to come to you, a place where birds don't poop. As long as you make a way out, I don't have time to follow you." Huo Du said proudly, not taking the Quanzhen Sect and the people present at all, causing the Quanzhen Sect to be angry in the eyes.

"Random!" Involving the reputation of Quanzhen Sect, Qiu Chuji could no longer help it and jumped out and said, "Let me try your depth and see if you really have the capital of arrogance."

Ma Yu sighed, knowing that a fight was inevitable, and he was not stopping Qiu Chuji. Seeing this, the rest of the Quanzhen Sect began to fight with the people brought by Huodu and Darba and others.

Qin Yun's heart was as quiet as water, and he eliminated all distracting thoughts and instantly unsheathed the nameless sword on his waist. When the sword light flashed, an enemy fell under Qin Yun's sword. Qin Yun successfully attacked, his expression did not shake at all. His wrist changed again, and the cold star trembled, and another enemy was killed by the vital force.

Speaking of which, these people's cultivation is similar to Qin Yun. Even if there is a difference in internal strength, they will not be slaughtered by Qin Yun like a chicken or a duck. However, Qin Yun's mental method is the authentic internal power of Xuanmen, which is central and peaceful, and the internal force he practices is dense and flexible, and the qi veins are long, which is far beyond the internal strength of these third-rate people in the martial arts world. Secondly, Qin Yun has practiced the swordsmanship of ten steps and one kill for many years, and the focus is on fast and one blow. Even if Qin Yun has not used the swordsmanship of ten steps and one kill, his swordsmanship still has a little shadow. In addition, his swordsmanship is far superior to these third-rate people in the martial arts world, and naturally it has a clear and overwhelming advantage for their killing.

"What a thief! What a quick sword! What a cruel method!" Huo Du, alone, resisted the attacks of several Quanzhen disciples, including Qiu Chuji, and still had enough energy. Seeing Qin Yun's killing methods, he couldn't help but shout.

In just a short moment, there were as many as four or five people under Qin Yun, and no one was surviving. Qin Yun's performance immediately attracted the attention of others including Quanzhen Sect, Huo Du and Darba. Huo Du looked at Qin Yun's expressionless eyes, skillful movements, sharpness, ruthlessness, and methods of surviving. Even if his cultivation is far better than Qin Yun, he couldn't help but feel chilled in his heart, because he could not be sure whether he could escape from Qin Yun's sudden attack.

Huo Du had distracting thoughts in his mind, and his hands were naturally weakened. Qiu Chuji and others who were facing him suddenly felt greatly reduced in pressure.

"Are you Quanzhen Sect so cruel? You wantonly killing fellow practitioners in the world?" Huo Du's heart arose a hint of fear and shouted loudly.

Ma Yu frowned, obviously dissatisfied with Qin Yun's killing. As soon as he was about to say something, Qiu Chuji spoke first, his tone was still full of the passion and enthusiasm of his youth: "Bah, you have all reached Chongyang Palace, why are you ruthless? We will kill as many people as you come today."

Huo Du felt a headache, and he never thought that among the always cowardly Song people, there were such warriors and monks, who were still monks. He suddenly felt a little embarrassed. It is probably not that easy to get out of here now.

At this moment, a loud roar suddenly came: "Dangerous thief, how dare you come to Chongyang Palace to play wild?"

Huo Du only felt a shock in his body, and a strong internal force attacked him. Huo Du suddenly took a few steps, his face pale and a hint of red lips, obviously suffering a great loss. He looked around and suddenly appeared in front of him, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, wide chest and waist, and at his thirties, with a slight moustache on his upper lip, looking like an ordinary farmer.

Guo Jing did not take the enemy seriously, knelt down and kowtowed to Ma Yu and others, and said, "Disciple Guo Jing greeted me." Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, Wang Chuyi smiled and nodded, raised his hand to return the greeting.

Suddenly, Yin Zhiping shouted, "Brother Guo, be careful!" But Huo Du and the Tibetan monk Darba made a sudden plot.

Guo Jing didn't look back, and patted his left palm against the back. With a slap, he had already faced Darba with a slam. He buckled his middle finger with a diagonal slant, and gently flipped out, hitting the fan that Huodu swept quickly. Darba roared with a tiger's face, and his face was blood-red. In the fight, the purple aura was strong and he tried his best to hold the stake, but he couldn't stand and took a step back. He strongly used his internal strength and did not retreat, and he was already injured.

Huo Du felt a strong force coming from the fan. The tiger's mouth was painful. He used his shoulder as the axis and made a diagonal "black bird scratching sand". His right arm drew a semicircle and removed the force. When he looked closely, he was shocked to find that a steel-cast fan bone had been hit into an arc.
Chapter completed!