Several Mohist disciples fell to the ground, holding their wounds and wailing muffledly, crawling or kneeling and retreating continuously. In front of them, a young man covered in purple energy was "looking down" at them with a crooked mouth and disdain.
Xinghun flicked his wrist to control the thick and gloomy purple energy, and sneered: "Humph, I'm not interested in you minions, let your leader come out."
"Yin Yang Family~"
"The alarm has been issued, you arrogant little man, just wait-ah~"
This disciple of the Mo family had a tough talk for a moment, and the word "little dwarf" made Xinghun instantly angry. He used one hand to turn into a claw and sucked the person in front of him, and a bone claw condensed from purple energy grabbed his throat.
"Hmph, I wonder if your neck is as hard as your mouth."
"Uh~ah~"
The purple bone claws stuck around the neck and lifted the person off the ground. The Mohist disciple kicked his feet in confusion, his face turned purple, and the sounds coming out of his throat became increasingly subtle and strange.
"Whoops~" Just when Star Soul was about to crush the person to death, the Robber's Plantar descended from the sky and the flywheel flew towards Star Soul's throat.
In terms of hard power, Thief Zhi is certainly no match for Star Soul, but the speed of this sneak attack still caught Star Soul by surprise. He sensed the sudden murderous intention and dodged the fatal attack at the throat in time, but was also attacked by Steal Zhi's two feet.
He kicked back continuously and scattered the Mohist disciples.
"Ahem~ Ahem, leader of the bandits, be careful, it's the Yin Yang family."
Thief Zhi was guarding his disciples, staring at the short young man in front of him sternly, and without looking back he ordered: "You go first, I'll hold this guy back."
"yes."
Several Mo family disciples behind him got up and fled quickly. Pirate Zhi suddenly changed his serious face and said jokingly: "Hey, kid, there is no one in your Yin and Yang family. Even at your age, you have to come out to lick blood. It's so cruel.
Bar."
To put it more seriously, when Gan Luo was twelve years old and became a minister, just after the sword debate between heaven and man in Mount Taiyi, Robber Zhi was eleven years old. Therefore, Xinghun, this "little kid", was actually older than Robber Zhi
One year older.
However, who told him that he was only 1.5 meters tall?
Star Soul was ridiculed by him and directly used his hands to gather energy to form a blade. "You are very good at speed. Let's see if your speed can save people from my air blade."
"Hoo~"
A round of crescent moon slashes flew through the air, the jungle was cut off, and the earth cracked. The fleeing Mohist disciples turned around and saw the terrifying purple blade covering the sky, and their legs and feet weakened and fell to the ground.
Seeing that something was not going well, Thief Zhi gritted his teeth secretly, with a sweet taste in his mouth. The Lightning God's steps were overloaded with energy, and he unexpectedly reached over the flying air blade and pulled the Mo family disciple over. The two of them rolled to the side.
.
"Boom~" The air blade split the ground and exploded the mud and grass in the sky.
Xinghun raised his chin, narrowed his eyes and smiled evilly: "Hmph, huh, how many times can you explode at such a speed?"
This time, he cast a spell with both hands to condense the air blade, and then pointed it at the other two Mohist disciples who had not run far away, "I can allow you to run one step first."
Thief Zhi grunted, his lips spilled blood red, and his overloaded lightning walk had already caused him to sustain internal injuries during the rescue just now.
Seeing that Xinghun was targeting another Mo family disciple, he ignored his own injuries and speeded up to save them.
Who knows, he has just taken the first step——
"Stupid!" Xinghun shouted, and the air blades in both hands flew in front of Thief Zhi with one move, and then flew towards the disciple who had just been rescued with one move. He was taking advantage of Thief Zhi's psychology, and wanted to kill him directly.
It was too late for Thief Zhi to react now. He endured his internal injuries and stopped and turned around, avoiding the slashing attack himself, but the Mohist disciple did not have such ability.
Five of Swords~Broken.
A clear sword energy flew from the side, destroying the purple air blade with one blow.
Xinghun looked towards the direction of the sword energy and saw a man with a rustling cloak on one shoulder and a sword in his hand. He was dressed in simple gray and yellow cloth, with a ponytail dancing lightly. His side face was as solemn as the cold wind in the frontier fortress.
Xinghun felt that he had a little impression of this person.
Jing Ke signaled Thief Zhi to lead his disciples to take the lead, and he faced Xinghun with his sword, "Defender Xinghun of the Yin Yang Family, how come you are here, and at this time?"
Jing Ke was the younger brother of Han Shen, the famous great swordsman of the Mo family.
After searching in his mind, Xinghun recognized Jing Ke.
The last time he fought against Han Shen in Yandu Jicheng, Jing Ke was not taken seriously by him at that time. Unexpectedly, after not seeing each other for several years, his opponent's strength would increase significantly.
"Your senior brother Han Shen is no match for me, but you still want to save people from me. A waste is still a waste after another waste is added to it."
Xinghun's attitude was arrogant and he had no idea that he had stepped on a thunderbolt.
When Jing Ke heard him mention Han Shen, his thick eyebrows were smooth and wrinkle-free, and his eyes looked calmer. This was a sign of his anger. The more angry he became, the calmer he became.
"Sword Eleven."
White rainbows and purple energy exploded in the forest. Jing Ke single-handedly challenged the star soul, stepping on the drunken immortal steps to move around the stars, and opening and closing the sword at his heart, showing his unrestrained and unrestrained appearance.
Thief Zhi knelt down on one knee and covered his chest. When he saw Jian Eleven, he couldn't help but frown and be curious: It was the Eighteen Shocking Swords created by his eldest brother. He was injured and stopped at the twelfth sword. The eldest brother said that his body had already
If you are not suitable for fighting with the Eighteen Shocking Swords, how can you fight against this star soul?
The Eighteen Shocking Swords were indeed not suitable for Jing Ke today. Xinghun saw through his opponent's decline after only receiving dozens of moves. He blocked the sword blade with one hand and mocked at close range: "This set of swordsmanship is magnificent, romantic, unrestrained and unrestrained, you use
What came out was that I only saw the gracefulness of the swordsmanship and footwork itself, but the people were like wild dogs that fell into the water and scratched around."
Jing Ke's eyes were fierce, and he was about to shock his opponent away; Xing Hun smiled secretly, turned sideways, jammed the sword's blade with both blades, and flew up with a kick that hit Jing Ke's chest.
"Bang~" The kick landed firmly, and the energy penetrated into the body. Jing Ke instantly vomited blood as he flew backwards, as if he had suffered internal injuries.
Star Soul was elated, and the moment he settled down——
One sword ~ silent.
This is the Throat-Breaking Sword. Jing Ke has already made up his mind to kill his opponent directly here.
At this moment, Xinghun's body was covered with sweat. An inexplicable and strange aura made him unable to move at all. The footsteps of the God of Death had never been so clear and close.
He heard his own breathing, his own heartbeat, and the invisible sword energy.
Damn it, my Star Soul, could I actually die here?! Ah~ Star Soul, who am I?
On the verge of death, countless confused memories suddenly appeared in Xinghun's mind, including Gan Luo, Xinghun, Lu Buwei, the Yin and Yang family... The endless distortion of reality and illusion made him forget that he was about to die.
"唳~"
Qingluan flew towards him, and the feminine Longyou Qi turned into silk and satin, wrapping all of Jing Ke's sword Qi that had condensed into a faint thread. Then the sword Qi and the green silk and satin exploded into a fluorescent light that filled the sky, brilliant and brilliant.
Xinghun could not die, but the explosion of sword energy and Long You's energy at close range was still enough to seriously injure him. What's more, his mind was in confusion and he made no defense.
Jing Ke glanced at the star soul that was blown away and felt a little regretful. If this person hadn't come to the rescue, the sword energy just now would have been enough to cut off the star soul's throat. He focused his eyes on the woman in front of him and said in a deep voice: "Yin Yang
Home, Luna."
"Brother~" Robber Zhi said suddenly, his voice trembling.
Jing Ke immediately looked over and saw the figure of another beautiful woman, "Yin Yang family, Dongjun."