The splashing blood sprinkled with chilly air on the flower-studded Hexi Hall.
"Beacon Fire and Wolf Smoke", the two of them held huge swords in front of them, their eyes were shining and strong, and they seemed not to be injured. Yan Zhuo and Mu Yunfeng's eyes were sharp, and the offensive in their hands continued unabated, and they seemed not to be injured.
Where did that blood come from?
Blood comes from Hanshan!
The bright red knife, the cold light.
The sword looks like a red sleeve, the light shines on the cold mountain, Xiang'er has already drawn the sword and takes action.
With a wave of "Hanshan Yunwu", the joyful atmosphere in the whole hall was instantly covered with a layer of frost, and the surrounding silver-armored guards seemed to be frozen, motionless.
The knife is cold and the blood is hot, stirring up wisps of hot air like clouds and mist in the mountains.
"Come here and tell me your name. We, the 'Baiyun Shuangjue Fenghuo Langyan', will not kill the unknown people with our swords!" Luo Fenghuo hid behind the sword and shouted loudly.
"Mu..."
As soon as Mu Yunfeng opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Yan Zhuo.
"The title of 'White Clouds and Double Jue, Beacon Fire and Wolf Smoke' is quite long, so I don't know if you can live long."
Before he finished speaking, Yan Zhuo regained his strength, picked up the long sword on the ground, and flew towards Luo Fenghuo. With a shake of the long sword in his hand, the Zhan Zhan Qingfeng instantly threw out eight sword flowers.
"Seal eight gates with one sword!" Luo Fenghuo was shocked, "How come you know the Fang family's moves?"
Although Luo Fenghuo was frightened, he was protected by the giant sword in his hand. As long as he stayed here long enough, reinforcements from Baiyun Villa would come in a steady stream. Just the three of them would not be able to escape from this white cloud even with their wings.
Villa.
Suddenly, Yan Zhuo's sword turned again and used the "Fenghuo Four Rises" move to kill Luo Fenghuo.
Shocked, shocked.
This move, "Beacon Fires Rising All Around," is executed with a long sword, but the sword wind is strong and heavy, and it has the potential to soar into the sky. The essence of this move can be obtained by slashing and slashing.
"You...how do you know my moves?" Luo Fenghuo was so shocked that his heart felt as if a hole had been opened. This kid learned my moves after just one glance. Who is he?
"Whatever your moves are, once I learn them, they are mine."
Yan Zhuo smiled, flipped the long sword in his hand again, drew the small hole in the giant sword that was broken by the flying swallow dart, used his energy to control the sword, and used the "Thunderbolt Whirlwind Dance" move, the tip of the sword hit the gap in the giant sword directly.
Luo Fenghuo was horrified when he saw Yan Zhuo use the Fang family's "One Sword to Seal Eight Gates" and his own "Fenghuo Four Rises". When he saw Yan Zhuo's "Thunderbolt Whirlwind Dance", he hit the gap of the giant sword accurately with each move.
, the force of the sword was so strong that it made his jaws split open, and he was immediately frightened and confused. "How can there be such a person in this world? How can there be such a person?"
Before Luo Fenghuo could calm down, Yan Zhuo had finished his move. He tapped his toes on the ground, shouted loudly, and launched another move. The sword's edge came with a white light like an arrow.
He actually stabbed Luo Fenghuo straight into the chest, stabbing straight into the chest that was protected by a huge sword.
Luo Fenghuo's nervous heart actually relaxed a little, and there was even a smile on his face. The long sword penetrated the giant sword, and the egg smashed against the stone. Isn't this whimsical?
But the whims of a strong man are enough to open up the sky!
Yan Zhuo was about to kill with his sword. He only heard a crisp sound of "clang", and a bit of cold light penetrated the body of the giant sword, just like the starlight tearing through the night sky.
Hit to pieces.
Luo Fenghuo looked at the giant sword in his hand, and his eyeballs bulged in shock. The ninety-six kilogram iron giant sword was actually stabbed to pieces by a long sword.
He really couldn't figure it out, so he didn't need to think about it anymore, and he couldn't think about it anymore.
Yan Zhuo's long sword can break his giant sword, and of course it can break his heart.
Luo Fenghuo is dead. He died from a long sword piercing his chest.
Yan Zhuo dealt with Luo Fenghuo and did not dare to hesitate and flew straight towards Luo Langyan.
Luo Langyan was still fighting with Mu Yunfeng. A huge sword in his hand protected his whole body, and a ninety-six-pound sword flew up and down in his hand like a fallen leaf. He saw that the beacon fire had been extinguished, and Yan Zhuo was there again.
He rushed over, shouted loudly, and pulled out the iron chain tied to the hilt of the giant sword. Throwing it around, the giant sword in his hand went straight towards Mu Yunfeng like a hidden weapon.
Yan Zhuo and Mu Yunfeng were shocked. Such a heavy sword could be retracted and deployed as freely as a hidden weapon in Luo Langyan's hands. This man's arm strength was extraordinary.
Yan Zhuo threw out the flying swallow dart, and the flying dart made a "hissing" sound in the air.
Luo Langyan heard the voice arguing, his ears moved, and he pulled back the flying giant sword. There were two crisp "clang clang" sounds, and the flying swallow dart passed through the sword, but did not hurt Luo Langyan.
"You killed my brother. This is an irreconcilable hatred!" Luo Langyan grabbed the chain and threw the giant sword in the air like a meteor hammer.
The sound was so loud and powerful that it was like a typhoon passing through.
Luo Langyan was already born with supernatural powers, but now he suffered from the tragic death of his elder brother. The hatred in his heart turned into the strength of his arms, and the power of the moves he used was more than three times higher than usual.
"Brother Mu, we can't take him down anymore, retreat quickly, Xiang'er can't hold it anymore!"
Mu Yunfeng glanced at Xiang'er out of the corner of his eye, and saw that Xiang'er's plain clothes had been dyed red with blood. The "Cold Mountain Cloud and Mist" he used had lost its usual coldness and was replaced by a sticky smell of blood. He
He looked at Luo Langyan in front of him, then at Yan Zhuo and Xiang'er, and thought in his mind: "Hey, we can't drag Brother Yan and Miss Xiang'er down. Since Luo Langyan is dead, he has avenged Uncle Zhao's family."
"Retreat, Brother Yan, let's leave quickly."
After that, Mu Yunfeng used several moves from "Don't be alarmed by ghosts and ghosts" to kill Luo Langyan's momentum. Taking advantage of Luo Langyan's breathing time, he and Yan Zhuo rushed to Xiang'er's side.
"Xiang'er, withdraw!"
Just when several people were about to fly back, a very familiar voice to Yan Zhuo came from behind the wall of Hexi Hall.
