The silver light flashes and the plum blossoms bloom!
In an instant, a five-petal plum blossom bloomed in Pei Shoujing's hand and turned into a huge -
Eight-sided plum blossom bright silver hammer!
The huge hammer head was bigger than the girl's face, and it brought up two strong winds in the air.
"One hammer - shake the mountains!"
Carrying the huge force of breaking mountains and cracking rocks, the giant hammer rushed forward, and the surrounding wind was driven away, making a harsh roar!
Pei Shoujing's graceful body was wrapped in silver light, which was extremely dazzling. It merged with the silver hammer, as if charging towards a powerful general with thousands of troops, and his momentum was inexhaustible!
The white-haired man was hit head-on by the huge air wave and couldn't help but take a step back. He blocked it with his long sword and made a clanging sound.
During the exchange, he took a few steps back and his steps were all messed up.
In a pure comparison of strength, he was defeated.
Pei Renhu was nearby. Because of Pei Shoujing's precise movement, he was not hit, but he was blown over by the strong wind and rolled several somersaults on the ground until he reached the corner of the courtyard.
Pei Shoujing landed slightly and shouted: "Get out of here!"
At this time, the silver light on her body no longer flows, but solidifies around her body, turning into rings of silver halo, protecting her whole body like a chain of silver armor, and a piece of silver light on her chest is more like an armored breast mirror.
Holding a silver hammer, wearing silver armor, and capable of swallowing up dragons and tigers, she is a general who can strike with swords and mount horses.
Pei Renhu opened his mouth, wiped his tears and said: "Sister...I..."
Wang Cheng shouted from the side: "Why don't you get out of here? What are you doing here, you loser?"
Pei Renhu turned pale, turned around and ran out crying.
Pei Shoujing turned her head slightly and nodded to Wang Cheng.
Wang Cheng felt hot in his heart, and wanted to say: "I will fight side by side with you." He couldn't say it for a moment, and sprayed a few sparks from the Lihuo Sword in his hand.
The white-haired man didn't care about Pei Renhu. Instead, he looked at the silver hammer in Pei Shoujing's hand and said, "Your sword? Quan Sword?"
Pei Shoujing said loudly: "Pei family, General Pei's sword!"
General Pei!
The great king controls Liuhe, and the fierce general clears Jiugai.
The war horses are like dragons and tigers, how majestic the mausoleum is!
This is the power sword passed down from generation to generation of the Pei family. It is very simple for the children of the Pei family to wield the sword and exert its power. All they need is the blood of the Pei family and the same courage that flows in the blood of their ancestors.
Pei Shoujing can do it, ever since he was a child!
The white-haired man nodded, and the long sword was like a white rainbow. It went straight into the palace, and a white sword light enveloped the sword.
Pei Shoujing did not dodge, and also raised the hammer forward. The plum blossom marks on the top of the hammer seemed to bloom in the silver light.
"Two hammers - cut off the river!"
The bright silver hammer suddenly expanded several times, as if it were the size of a wheel, and the silver light was a hundred times larger than the hammer. Circles surrounded the hammer head, and countless energy surrounded it, pushing forward like a tornado, crushing all directions.
Amazing power, amazing momentum!
This kind of momentum, even if there are mountains and rivers in front, will be overwhelmed and interrupted!
Wherever the shadow of the hammer struck, the land was dented, houses collapsed and walls were cracked, and rubble and debris flew everywhere. Even if they were only swept by the strong wind, the roots of the thick trees were shaken, the branches were shaken down, and the grass and trees fell, as if by a strong wind.
transit.
The white-haired man swung his sword in the silver light, but his sword was also flashing with white light, submerged in the silver light in the sky, without any momentum. His figure jumped up in the silver light, stabbed the sword with his backhand, and rushed into the light.
…
Can you win?
Wang Cheng couldn't see clearly. He felt in his heart that it was probably impossible to defeat the white-haired man, but if he could be pushed to a certain extent, he would have to give in. If he helped to turn things around, he might be able to escape unscathed.
After all, we still can’t expect to win!
The silver light dissipated, and Pei Shoujing looked serious. At this time, the silver light was not only attached to her body, but also had a ball of silver on her head, covering her cloud-like bun like a silver helmet. The aura around her became more and more sharp and ruthless.
match.
On the other side, the white-haired man was revealed. He was standing on a pile of ruins - the pile of ruins was a house a few breaths ago. After repeated destruction of this small Taoist temple, most of the courtyard has turned into white ground -
Holding a sword in one hand and making secrets with the other, his white hair was flying, looking somewhat embarrassed.
But there were no scars at all, and his clothes were not damaged.
useless!
Wang Cheng's heart sank and he gave up the idea of winning. He definitely couldn't win with his cousin.
So, what about adding yourself?
He immediately remembered the sword he had just been so proud of. He inspired a powerful flame that he had never seen before, burning even the plum blossom tree. The white-haired man seemed to have...the sword was not unsheathed.
No, not even myself!
He couldn't help but regret: when he had just driven away Pei Renhu, he would have followed him out. No one would have cared if one more person left at that time. Now they are all jealous, will he not arouse suspicion if he leaves again? What if?
The swordsman gives himself a sword...
He turned his eyes and saw another person.
By the way, you can...
boom--
The battle broke out, and even General Pei's sword could not continuously display powerful swordsmanship. Pei Shoujing relied on the powerful power of Quan Sword to fight forward and fight the white-haired man. During the pit stop, the huge hammerhead still had the advantage and turned slightly
Just block all the opponent's attacks in one direction, and you can sweep a large area with your own attacks, but it's just laborious.
For sword wielders of power, especially those chosen by heaven like Pei Shoujing, the limit of power lies in General Pei's sword, and only the burden on her body is her own. She is focused on fighting without any intention of retreating.
At the same time, Wang Cheng also moved.
His sword blade burst into flames again and suddenly struck the gray-haired girl Ming Jing.
Ming Jing was startled, and instinctively held the ivy sword to meet her. The gloomy ivy touched the red and white flame, and suddenly it was ignited! She held a torch and saw the fire spreading to her side.
His face was burning and he screamed.
Hearing a scolding, a ray of sword light fell from the sky. Wang Cheng instinctively used his sword to meet it. Suddenly, he became exhausted and fell to the ground with a pop. The Lihuo Sword fell from his hand and rolled far away along the ground.
There was a sound of wind in his ears again, and he didn't have to look up to know that the sword light was coming again. Wang Cheng held his head and thought: "My life is at stake!"
Then a female voice was heard shouting, a flash of silver light made a sonorous sound, and the sword energy disappeared immediately.
It was my cousin who saved me!
At this time, he didn't have any thoughts, only the joy of surviving the disaster and trembling.
The white-haired man didn't bother to look at the huddled mass of trash underground, and said to Pei Shoujing on the opposite side: "Do you want to save such a cowardly trash who bullies the weak?"
Pei Shoujing held a ball of silver light in her hand, but it was no longer a plum blossom silver hammer, but a silver rhinoceros horn bow. She used the arrow from this bow to save Wang Cheng's life.
This bow is also a sword, and it is still General Pei’s sword!
One shot will knock down a hundred horses, and another shot will knock ten thousand men away.
Still General Pei!
Pei Shoujing said coldly: "Soldiers are deceitful. When it comes to war, you and I are the enemy. We must save what we attack. What's wrong with that? When it comes to character and bullying the weak, have you done less? Are you still here?
Is it worthy of blaming others?"
The white-haired man shook his head and said: "You are indeed a despicable person, I know it. Because you are bleeding dirty blood, and it may look clean for a while, but it will turn out to be dirty after you remove it. Sure enough, I shouldn't treat people like you
There is no hope. And this waste has no merit at all. He is worthy enough to even dream of holding an ancient sword? Mingjing, put away the Lihuo Sword."
Ming Jing agreed, threw away the Ivy Sword that was still smoldering, and went to pick up the Lihuo Sword that had fallen outside.
Pei Shoujing watched with cold eyes, the battle in front of her, the Lihuo Sword had no weight anymore, she couldn't afford to be distracted by something that didn't belong to her.
The Lihuo Sword fell under the steps of the two remaining monasteries. Ming Jing bent down to pick it up. Suddenly, a hand grabbed the sword first.
Ming Jing was startled and looked up. A Taoist boy appeared in front of him, with handsome features that seemed familiar to him.
When an uninvited guest appeared, the white-haired man was startled. Pei Shoujing was even more surprised and said, "Why are you here? Why are you out?!"
The three people's eyes were all focused on his face, and they saw him showing a bright smile filled with surprise, and said softly:
"Finally...I found it!"
"Miss Pei!" He raised his voice, "Get out of the way."
Pei Shoujing was stunned for a moment and then backed away.
Clenching his fingers, Tang Zhao lifted the Lihuo Sword.
The flames—exploding!
If what Wang Cheng is holding is a flame, what Tang Zhao is holding is a sun!
Pure white firelight without any variegation rose into the sky and suddenly jumped into the sky. The dazzling light illuminated a radius of dozens of feet without even a shadow.
The flames are jumping and cheering, and the sword is excited!
Feeling that the sword in his hands and himself were connected together like flesh and blood, Tang Zhao no longer had to ask, he couldn't help but knock, and knew that what he felt vaguely while watching was right.
He has found his direction!
The so-called direction, once you see it, you will know that it is destined. If you can stick to it, you must have a share!
Countless words flashed across the lenses of his glasses, and he no longer had the intention to read them, nor did he need to read them. When he held his own sword, he naturally knew what he could do.
"Swordsmanship, Suzaku Fire——"
boom!
The flames rose again, and an unsightly huge flame broke out and rolled towards the white-haired man. In the white flame, there seemed to be a graceful red bird dancing in the flames!
Nanming Lihuo is the fire of Suzaku!
In an instant, the white-haired man was rolled up by the flames, and his white hair was almost burnt by the flames. He could no longer calm down, and shouted violently with his sword: "Chun Yang, give me - Feng!"
The sword blade slashed downwards, and a white shadow flew out from the sword blade. The image was solid, no longer a white light of nothingness.
That's the sword elephant!
As soon as the sword elephant appeared, he was faced with the overwhelming flames, not afraid!
At the same time, the sword blade unfolded, and some imperceptible chaotic air masses were quietly released, and then divided into several groups and went their separate ways.
Some of them were scattered among the many teenagers underground, and some of them immediately began to move their fingers, while the other part quietly slipped into the surviving hut behind.
The flames danced wildly and took a long time to extinguish.
It took Pei Shoujing a long time to adapt, and then she got rid of the white snow in her field of vision and saw the white-haired man hanging in the air.
His white hair was still dancing wildly, and seemed shorter than before. His expression was ferocious, as if he wanted to bite people.
In front of him, a formed illusion kept swimming.
That is a white fish.
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