The drizzle is falling; the dead wood fire is scorching and fierce; the swordsmen are dangerous, drinking blood and seizing souls; the shouts of killing and shouting are shaking the sky... The lake water seems to be boiled suddenly, becoming restless, and the howling wind is rolling up and down.
Huge waves, filled with white foam, rushed to the shore. The splashing water flew over the heads of the warriors who were fighting for their lives, and it was stained with blood!
Ren Bing showed his true qualities as a human weapon, his movements were dazzling, and all kinds of dark stars were flashing and shooting in his palm like a revolving lantern. Under the protection of the two masters Qiu and Tang, he just rushed forward, leading the special force with overwhelming force.
The encirclement was torn open, and the Dragon Guards who were desperately blocking the front screamed and fell down like waves of wheat blown by the wind. They were about to escape, but everyone in the special force had solemn expressions on their faces. They knew that there were still three semi-sacred warriors.
Looking at each other coldly.
Yang Ligong raised his hand and pointed at the battle circle opposite, and said in a deep voice: "Let's do it, save a little more blood for these men."
Before he could finish his words, "Kill!" Long Jiuzhou yelled and jumped up, his palms misaligned and volleyed towards Tang Guobin's back. He watched the battle with cold eyes and had already identified the strongest person among the people who broke out, who was the boy with two swords.
Tang Guobin suddenly heard the sound of wind behind him. Without looking back, he slashed with his backhand. A flash of rainbow light flew out with a whooshing sound and hit Long Jiuzhou's face. This sword seemed random, but in fact, it was hidden.
The profound meaning of Liujing cannot be seen with the eyes, it is all based on the feeling of the human and the sword becoming one in a flash.
Long Jiuzhou was hanging low in the air, his left palm turned into a sweep, and a ball of unparalleled energy rushed out of his palm. He actually swept aside the long knife that was coming towards him, and his right palm struck Tang Guobin directly behind him without losing force.
The difference between mind and state cannot be compensated by the secrets of sword moves.
"No!" Tang Guobin's heart trembled. It was too late to put away his sword and return to the defense at this time. Unless he dodged sideways, this would be tantamount to exposing Ren Bing to the wind of his palm. Thoughts flashed in his mind, and his heels were
He turned around and used inertia to sweep the thunder knife in his hand towards Long Jiuzhou's waist. He could not retreat, so he had to fight for his life.
Long Jiuzhou's eyes narrowed slightly, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyelids, he added two more points of force on his palm, and slapped it hard like a mountain roaring and a tsunami. This palm print could actually break the boy with two swords and break his bones and muscles, and he died in vain.
The disciples of Longmen who were killed by him took revenge.
It was too late, but then it was too late. In the blink of an eye, Long Jiuzhou waved his palm to take the picture, a mahogany cane stretched out across the sky, and the head of the cane touched his palm like a poisonous snake spitting a message. Bo! A soft sound came out, the mahogany cane
The cold energy spurted from his head actually resisted the force of the old dragon's palm, blocking his forward attack.
Almost at the same moment, the thunder knife rolled up like a crescent moon and cut into Long Jiuzhou's waist without any bias. Poof! The blade was blocked by an invisible wall of air. No matter how hard Tang Guobin tried, he could not cut even an inch.
, the protective aura of a semi-sacred warrior is definitely something he can't break.
Wang Chao held a mahogany staff against Long Jiuzhou. He glanced at Tang Guobin and shouted coldly: "Don't be stunned, kill out!"
Tang Guobin shook his head violently, swung out a cold light with his two swords and swept around quickly, cutting a dragon guard in front of him into two pieces, his fat intestines and blood dripping all over the floor.
Mei Qianxue and Yang Ligong looked at each other, then slid towards Xu Qing like a phantom, and greeted Xu Qing with their fists and feet like the wind.
Hu Kai, who was standing aside to protect the master, was so eager that he shot out like an arrow from the string. He actually blocked the master in front of him. His fists suddenly rose up to create a layer of phantoms, attacking with a fearless attack.
After passing by, the strong wind and waves of air were emptied for a while, and they were not afraid of one against two.
Yang Ligong's eyes widened, his palms came together and parted suddenly, two waves of energy hit Hu Kai's shoulders like waves crashing on rocks, Mei Qianxue smiled weirdly, and clasped her fingers like hooks at the chest and abdomen of the person blocking the way.
They are all experienced and famous masters, and their attacks are fierce, decisive and powerful. Hu Kai, who is full of courage and courage, is forced to retreat continuously with just one confrontation.
Xu Qing pulled out five sword lotuses with the pure Jun sword in his hand. Between the stabs, two sword lotuses seemed to come alive and flew around the purple-robed man. Before he could swing his sword, three more sword lotuses flew towards the purple-robed man.
A flash of horror flashed in his eyes. He retreated violently and slashed with his sword to smash the flying sword lotus. In a moment, he saw a green light piercing the door like lightning. In shock, he quickly swung his sword to block it.
There was only a crisp sound when the swords met. The long sword in the purple-robed man's hand was twisted into two pieces, leaving only less than half a foot of the handle in his hand. In desperation, he withdrew again and retreated, only to hear a thud.
His feet actually stepped into shallow water.
Xu Qing strode forward, raised his sword and pointed at the embarrassed purple-robed man, and shouted: "Long Fengyang, take off the fig leaf from your face, what kind of a hero is he who hides his head and shrinks his tail?"
The man in purple robe put down his hand and cut off the knife, raised his hand and took off the green scarf on his face. As expected, it was Long Fengyang, the former martial arts general staff. He had just broken through the semi-saint realm less than three days ago. He was no match for Xu Qing in a head-to-head confrontation.
Now his hands were empty, and there was already a trace of fear in his eyes. He changed his mind and dug his toes into the mud at the bottom of the water.
Xu Qing waved one arm, and the pure Jun sword let out a clear dragon roar. A sword lotus as big as a bowl was instantly formed on the tip of the sword. At this moment of lightning and fire, which was indescribably fast, the dragon jumped in the air.
He stood up, kicked his feet in succession, and two clouds of sand shot out like locust arrows, shooting towards Xu Qing's body with a whooshing sound through the air. The power was much greater than that of a thrown concealed weapon.
Xu Qing's eyes were sharp, and the long sword in his hand rolled out quickly, sweeping away the hidden weapons flying towards him like a splash of wind. Unexpectedly, when the blade of the sword touched the 'hidden weapons', they turned out to be empty. When he guessed that the dragon wind was blowing,
Yang had already ducked to the side of Mei Qianxue and Yang Ligong, who had the upper hand, and shouted in a low voice: "Please join forces to deal with Xu Qing, and leave this puppet to me."
"Okay!" Mei Qianxue and Yang Ligong responded in unison. They turned around and slid to Xu Qing in a blink of an eye. Without saying a word, they greeted Xu Qing with fists and kicks.
Lao La, any one of them is more than a little bit stronger than Long Fengyang. With the combination of fists and kicks, the strong wind surges with thousands of energy, and for a while he was on a par with Xu Qing.
Semi-Saint realm warriors are also divided into strengths and weaknesses, which are closely related to the accumulation of experience against the enemy. Just like Hu Kai, a puppet half-saint, although the energy reserves and purity of the inner elixir are similar to those of other semi-Saint realm warriors.
Far away, but having erased his previous memories, he has long forgotten his most proud martial arts and fighting experience. Now he is like a rough man who has brute strength but does not know how to use it. If he is against a warrior below the semi-sacred realm, he will naturally be able to
Strength defeats skill, but when you encounter an opponent with similar strength and knows how to use it skillfully, you will definitely lose.
Long Fengyang knew Hu Kai very well, and it was easy to defeat him. Even if he wanted to kill him, it was not difficult. He sneered twice and moved his feet quickly, circling around Hu Kai.