In the dim night, the misty and strange mountains were filled with loud shouts.
The old man donkey led the reinforcements to fight. They disagreed and started fighting on the spot.
They are all in the martial arts world, so it is reasonable for them to meet one or two regular customers.
The two sides have different positions, there is not much exchange of greetings, and there is no use in talking too much, so just fight.
puff!
ah.!
In large-scale group fights, bloodshed is inevitable.
Listening from outside, there are screams one after another.
Gua!
The battle was in full swing in the mountains and forests, and it was also fierce in the air.
Looking up, you can see a blood eagle with a beautiful shadow standing on it.
If you take a closer look, you will see that it is the Holy Mother of Yinling.
She is here too, and has waded through this muddy water, but she is not Zhao Yun's ally, but his enemy. She is a woman! She is very vindictive. That night at Ghost Mountain, she was punished by Zhao Yun. This time, she just came here.
Adding to the congestion.
"What kind of monster are you?"
When fighting with others, the Yin Ling Holy Mother was still surprised and looked at Zhao Yun.
It had been a long time since we had seen him, and I am afraid that he might have had another great opportunity, and that his skill had increased so much that even the old sword master at full strength would not be able to defeat him.
No wonder, no wonder Zuo Laoer chose him as his successor.
With such terrifying potential, no one in the entire world can find another one.
If you give that guy enough time, there is no need for the alliance leader's order, he will be the supreme king of the martial arts world.
Therefore, it is necessary to kill as early as possible.
Kill it early to save yourself nightmares.
"Sister Yin Ling, why are you deserting?"
For a moment, I was stunned, and someone came to kill me from the opposite side.
She is also a woman, dressed in white, with a cloud and crane at her feet, and a sword in her hand.
"Yun Lan, let's settle old and new scores together."
The Holy Mother of Yinling closed her eyes, flicked her sleeves and threw out a piece of poisonous needle.
The woman in white swung her sword and blocked them all.
It was also at this moment that she glanced down, seeing the form of the old sword master, she couldn't help but frown slightly.
is her
Has he been secluded for too long? The old sword master actually practiced magic skills, and they were extremely evil skills. Otherwise, how could he have developed such terrifying internal power?
After seeing the old sword master, her eyes were on Zhao Yun again.
This world is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon. The first civil and military champion in the history of the Tang Dynasty was really gifted. At such a young age, he could defeat the old swordsman. It was truly incredible.
"I don't believe it."
As she looked, the old sword master let out a roar that shook the sky.
When he practices demonic skills, his furious state of mind has its own bonus.
The only fly in the ointment is that he cannot control the powerful magic power at the moment. Not only is he unable to control it, but his mind has also been eroded, and his moves are no longer organized.
Because of this, there are flaws everywhere.
Zhao Yun, on the other hand, found every opportunity and made every move as fierce as a tiger.
Lost.
The old sword master was defeated and was unable to stand firmly due to the hammer.
On the other hand, Zhao Yun felt as if he had taken a tube of chicken blood, and his fighting spirit was unrivaled.
The strange thing is that Tianzi Dunjia is gradually evolving as his state of mind sublimates. Every ancient character seems to have spirituality, and is not arranging itself all the time. It can be attacked when advancing, and defended when retreating. The old sword master has been
Crazy with desire.
"Is he Zhao Zilong?"
The reinforcements that were killed all glanced in this direction during the battle.
How about saying that Zuo Laoer is the leader of the martial arts alliance? He is really a wise man.
Such an evil boy is unprecedented, and he is more than capable of taking the lead.
Click!
Another boulder disintegrated, covering the mountain forest.
As rubble flew, the old sword master stepped back.
As soon as he retreated, his momentum suddenly plummeted.
It was the magic power that backfired and damaged his body.
To be precise, the increase in magic power has reached the time limit.
He became weak, his energy plummeted, and he coughed up blood.
It was a bit miserable, but his eroded mind was a little clearer.
"Damn."
He gritted his teeth, but
He turned around and ran away.
But we can't fight again and again. I'm afraid it will be lost here.
He has not yet decided to die, so he needs to stay alive to make a comeback.
"Protect me."
The old sword master ran away and shouted violently.
After giving the order, one after another human figures were seen emerging from the darkness.
That is his bodyguard and his dead ringer, always ready to defend his master from the sword.
"roll!"
Zhao Yun's shout was like thunder, and his blood was burning like fire.
With his armor protecting his body, his fighting style can be described as strong and domineering, charging all the way, raising his sword and lowering it like cutting a watermelon, killing all the dead waiters until they were completely defeated.
"Well done to you, Zhao Zilong."
The old sword master was frightened and ran away without looking back.
Deadpool was not raised in vain, it bought him time to escape.
Ahead was a valley, and he rushed in without even thinking about it.
"Old dog, take your life."
Zhao Yun arrived shortly afterwards, filled with evil spirits.
He was in hot pursuit, but he couldn't stand the strangeness in the valley.
How weird is it? At a glance, everything was filled with thick miasma. Even with his eyesight, he couldn't see the way ahead clearly. If he didn't pay attention, he lost track of him.
"get out."
Zhao Yun raised his sword and walked forward, using ice and fire to collide with the miasma, trying to clear the way.
However, even after chasing him deep into the depths, he did not see the old sword master.
Instead, the miasma became thicker and thicker, and even ice and fire could not disperse it.
"Where has it gone?"
Zhao Yun's eyes were like torches and he looked around.
He couldn't see clearly. This strange miasma was like a hazy veil, covering his eyes.
"If you don't come out now, then when will you wait?"
Deep in the darkness, the cold snort of the old sword master rang out.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yun took an arrow step and headed towards the source of the sound.
Zheng!
What responded to him was a harsh sword cry.
Before the sound fell, a sword energy was seen slashing out from the darkness.
This sword is extremely domineering, Rao
Zhao Yun, who was protected by armor, was knocked back with one blow, and there was an additional sword mark on his chest.
"This world is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon."
Zhao Yun murmured and stared into the darkness.
Looking at the previous sword strike, one can tell that the opponent's background is even worse than that of the old sword master.
Whoosh!
As he looked, a blurry figure stepped out of the darkness.
She is a woman, carrying a killing sword and wearing a mask made of ice jade.
She has a graceful figure, graceful lotus steps, and the black robe she wears is swaying in the wind.
"So strong."
This is Zhao Yun's judgment of the masked woman.
How strong is it? The dangerous aura it gives him is far greater than that of the old sword master.
He didn't know which family the other party belonged to, so it must have an extraordinary origin.
I don’t know what kind of promises the three rebel princes made, so that they could invite such masters.
Whoosh!
The masked woman said nothing nonsense and started attacking on the spot.
Her movement skills were superb, and she was as fast as a thundering roar. In just an instant, she reached Zhao Yun and killed him.
"Come."
Zhao Yun didn't give in at all, holding on to Dunjia Tianzi, he faced the wind and attacked.
The swords collided with each other, making a clanging sound, and light and fire bloomed.
"Die!"
The old sword master hiding in the dark gritted his teeth.
He spent a lot of money to persuade this person.
However, if Zhao Zilong can be killed, everything will be worth it.
This child is so evil that he must be strangled in the cradle.
boom!
Zhao Yun struck out with a powerful Vajra Palm.
The masked woman is quite powerful, with her white jade hands carrying a wisp of feminine fragrance, photographed from afar.
Well!
Two muffled sounds, one in the east and one in the west, sounded in no particular order.
The front was hard and evenly matched, Zhao Yun was forced to retreat, and the masked woman's clothes were stained with blood.
It is not difficult to see that her clear and beautiful eyes flashed with a light of surprise.
This martial arts world is so extraordinary. How could such a terrible person appear?