The murderous aura is boiling, the sword energy of flames and flames is splitting and rejoining, rising and dimming, Zhi Shou is really submerged in the crowds of figures rushing towards him.
It was difficult to identify the person, but only the blood was spattered, and the body kept falling out of the battle circle, "plopping" into the surging river, and being covered by the crazy influx of insects, fish, and snakes.
"...five...seven...ten! Yuan An killed ten people in a row!"
"Eleven! The Blood Mosquito of the Blood River Sect was stabbed through the throat with a sword! He died well! Haha, I have long disliked this guy!"
"Yuan An got hit! He can't hold on anymore!"
"Yuan An was stabbed again! Tsk, tsk, I didn't expect that the vulgar casual cultivator also has some unique skills."
"That's the twelfth one! Yuan An, this kid, traded his injuries for his life. That's cruel! But I bet he can only kill six more at most!"
Many second-generation demon monks were beaming at this, gesticulating, and even started gambling.
"It's so beautiful." Lu Yizhu's beautiful eyes were like little stars of excitement. She took a bite of the candied rice dumpling, and the dark preserved zongzi dyed the corners of her lips red, like a drop of bright blood.
In a bloody fight to the death, no matter how elegant a monk is, he will return to the most primitive ferocious instinct of the beast.
This animalistic nature of killing and the pure nature of discussing mysteries, burning incense and reading scriptures constitute the contradictory side of the monks.
And in this entanglement of animal nature and human nature, she can experience the cruel and mysterious beauty of the demonic nature, which is the authentic path of the Demon Sect that she pursues.
Yan Chinglang's fist swept towards Bai Hu's forehead.
Ji Kang's six sons looked at each other and launched a furious attack on Qinglong with all their strength, intending to contain him and prevent him from rescuing White Tiger.
It was only at this moment that Qinglong, Baihu and Xuanwu recovered from the tragic death of Suzaku, but their hearts were agitated and they could not control themselves.
This sudden big man killed Suzaku with just one punch, and Suzaku had similar skills to the three of them. A mouthful of Nanming Lihuo was even more scorching, burning all things, second only to the three-legged Golden Crow of the Wu clan.
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In other words, it would be just as easy for the other party to kill the three of them. However, this person’s revealed cultivation level was nothing more than refining Qi. Could it be that a Hedao master had used a secret method to hide Qi? A series of thoughts flashed through Bai Hu’s mind.
It was a shock, but it didn't affect his body's reaction, and his palms instinctively moved out.
The left palm rises like a knife, blocking Yan Qinglang's fist. The image is majestic and steady, like a tiger perched on a hill, where all beasts cannot enter. The other palm launches a counterattack at the same time, cutting into the opponent's front door. The palm force is fierce and sharp, pointing
The tip is slightly hooked, like a tiger charging out of the forest with its claws and teeth exposed.
This defense and attack complement each other, and a white-gold sword light bursts out from the edge of the palm. The cold light shines and destroys people's hair. It is the Taibai Gengjin sword energy that cuts iron like mud!
But after all, he took action in a hurry. Between defense and attack, there was still a lack of smoothness and coordination, and there was inevitably a gap in the middle.
This is his own flaw, and Bai Hu knows it well, but his right leg sinks back slightly, pointing to the ground, like a tiger's tail ready to be thrown, and the whole body's center of gravity is lowered. Once the opponent attacks the flaw in the middle, he will suddenly throw out
A tiger-tailed knife kick will definitely cut and hit you, regaining the initiative.
The field of vision suddenly became empty. Just as Bai Hu responded, Yan Chinglang disappeared in front of him.
Yan Jinglang's fist retracted suddenly, and the sweeping momentum turned out to be just a bluff. He used his toes as a pivot, twisted his waist, and ducked behind Qinglong.
This shrinking and turning movement is like an antelope hanging its horns. There is no trace to be found. The martial arts actually derives the invisible meaning of the way of heaven and earth.
The white tiger, however, was gathering momentum and hiding its energy, its breath was sinking, and it had no time to change its moves to entangle Yan Jinglang, so it had to let out an urgent scream to warn Qinglong.
Qinglong was struggling to deal with the fierce attack of the Six Sons of the Bamboo Forest. Seeing Yan's attack on the waves, Ji Kang hooked his middle finger, and the sound of Guangling music suddenly rose, and a high-pitched piano sound turned into a brilliant and dazzling Changge, which shot through the air.<
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An astonishing feeling of suffocation enveloped Qinglong. His pores were all cold, and his mind was tightly locked by the approaching spear. The world seemed to calm down for an instant, and the roar of the Zhang River disappeared quickly, leaving only the passionate roar of Guangling.
The sound of the piano is in my ears.
Behind Qinglong, Yan Jinglang silently swung his fist. Behind him, Bai Hu hurriedly took action, and the Taibai Gengjin sword energy was like a dazzling beam of light, slashing at Yan Jinglang, forcing him to turn around and defend.
"Crash -" Countless grains of sand rose up from the dragon boat and blocked the sword energy. The two collided with each other, and the sand particles scattered in all directions, and the Taibai Gengjin sword energy also dispersed.
Qinglong was suddenly frightened, and he was attacked from both sides, so he had no choice but to fight to the death.
In an instant, Qinglong gathered his mind and abandoned negative emotions such as fear and weakness. He leaped into the air, his joints creaking and twisting inch by inch, his sharp claws snapping his fingers, his skin bursting with green scales, antlers growing on his forehead, and his legs closing together.
Suddenly transformed into a vigorous green dragon!
Wisps of clouds emerged from all around, and the high-pitched roar of the dragon echoed through the sky.
Supernatural power - true dragon transformation!
Qinglong shook his head, swung his tail, opened his teeth and danced his claws, and at the same time met Qinyin Changge and fist.
There was a deafening thunder-like explosion, and the light exploded with great force, setting off a lot of turbulent currents. The aftermath was rolling, rapidly collapsing and spreading in all directions. The river water stirred up huge waves, and the bone dragon boat tilted again,
With a "boom" sound, he swayed and lay down on the river.
In mid-air, the green dragon slumped down, its body exploded in all directions, and its flesh and blood splashed like a rainstorm, attracting countless snakes and insects to pounce on it.
The sound of "plop" falling into the water came at the same moment. Xuanwu did not hesitate, turned over and jumped into the river. His whole body was wrapped in a sealed turtle shell. His head also hid in the turtle shell using the secret method of necking down. He dived and escaped in a hurry, without thinking about it anymore.
The harm of Zhangshui River water.
Yan Qinglang slowly turned around and faced Bai Hu. Although the vitality in his body was almost exhausted, his momentum was calm and unhurried. In the end, he only returned to the stage of refining Qi, but with the help of Ji Kang's six sons, and supplemented by Juedian's
Only with martial arts skills can he kill his opponents by surprise.
This is a comprehensive crushing of martial arts awareness, skills and spirit, but it is already his current limit. If Bai Hu can see through the truth and charge directly, he will be able to kill him and escape.
The white-bone dragon boat swayed with the waves, and Yan hit the waves and walked towards the white tiger. The scattered sand grains centered on him, and the "rustling" gathered and rolled towards him.
The piercing sword flicked lightly and turned to the right deftly. The originally sharp and fierce sword turned from hard to soft, like a wisp of wind blowing away and gently wiping the opponent's neck.
Zhikarizhen rushed past the corpse. At the same time, he was hit with another slap in the back, causing blood to flow from his mouth. His internal organs were injured again. He staggered so much that he almost lost his balance and almost fell into the river.
If it hadn't been for the three-kill machine sword embryo to absorb the sword energy on its own and withstand most of the impact, he would have been seriously injured and unable to fight. Although a bloody path was opened in front of him, looking up, densely packed bones and dragon boats were rushing towards him, intertwining with each other.
Containment, the direction leading to Zhulin Liuzi was completely blocked.
On a dragon boat that was rushing towards the opposite side, people with white eyebrows and red faces stood side by side, staring at him fiercely. The shining sun and moonlight wheels were spinning at high speed on their fingertips, ready to come out.
Zhikarizhen panted rapidly, without any pause, and rushed forward with his sword like a whirlwind, his mental power quietly passing through the sky.
In front of me on the left, the mechanical iron eagle was hovering in the air, less than three feet away from me.
"Seventh brother, please remember that the water in the Zhangshui River can easily pollute the soul, and the body should not be immersed in the water for more than ten breaths." Ji Kang's instructions once again echoed in Zhi Shouzhen's heart.