The fight between Zhongxihou and Yingruge reached high in the sky. One was filled with wind in his robe, and the other was flapping his wings. Zhongxihou stretched out his left hand and closed his eyes, feeling the gentleness of the wind. The more Yingruge looked at his fellow disciple,
The more he felt angry, the more he was able to master the art of controlling the wind, which was beyond the reach of ordinary people.
"Junior brother, can immortals be free?"
"I'm just a junior. I can be a king in the human world, but I can't win the eyes of the immortals in heaven."
Zhong Xihou couldn't help but raise his lips, smiled slightly, and asked: "Then, why can't those bastards from the Tianxia Sword Sect be able to do anything to you?"
"Those people are not immortals. Compared with me, they are not much different."
Zhong Xihou nodded, as if he understood, and asked again: "Oh, is that so? Then, if the real immortal of Tianxia Sword Sect has gone to the Mo family, what should you do?"
Ying Ruge frowned, he had also been worried, but in the end he got lucky and thought that maybe he was just a descendant of the Immortal Sect, and the disciples who had truly entered the sect did not need to covet these human things.
"kill!"
Zhong Xihou was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"Junior Brother, Junior Brother, do you really think that the world is so big? You dare not say that the world is really unparalleled, but you have the guts to say that the immortal is coming and kill you."
Facing Zhong Xihou's ridicule, Ying Ruge also glared a little, but had no murderous intention.
"You just have to show your cultivation to the best of your ability, no matter what kind of martial arts or immortality. As a brother, let's see how you defeat me today!"
The words fell, his eyes were sharp, and the sword pointed out again. The air was already thin at high altitudes, Zhong Xihou's cultivation was dispersed, the wind was surging, and the goose-yellow sword energy was emitted from the orange robe again.
After hearing these words, Ying Ruge also decided to show off his cultivation and compete with his fellow disciples. He raised his hand, and saw that it was not the method of Star Jue. He saw nine flames appearing out of thin air from behind him. The flames were blazing, and the color changed from red.
Green, the more it burns, the thinner the air becomes.
Yingru Singer pointed forward, and nine flames flew towards Zhongxihou like ghosts in the graveyard. Zhongxihou slashed with his sword, and a half-moon wind blade came out. The wind blade turned from one to two, from two to four, and finally sixteen
The wind blade flew towards Ying Ruge.
The nine ghost fires were no match for the wind blades and dissipated instantly, leaving the remaining seven wind blades approaching Ying Ruge.
The undead ghost man did not panic, clasped his hands together, and shouted, and sparks appeared out of thin air where the will-o'-the-wisps had dissipated. The flames were still cyan, and gradually deformed into a slender snake shape.
"Star Judgment - Winged Fire Snake"!
The nine green flame fire snakes continued to split like Zhong Xihou's wind blade, one turned into two, two turned into four, and finally hundreds of fire snakes shuttled through the clouds. After all, the fire snake was not in front of him, and the wind blade had already arrived, lingering
Ruge's hands are darkened again, using fists as shields and offense as defense.
The fist was violently swung, and the wind blade was shattered. But the wind blade was shattered, and looking at Ying Ruge's fists again, there were already several cracks in the darkness, revealing the color of flesh.
"With the power of mortal warriors, do you really think that the Six Realms of Hongmeng are just ordinary!"
Zhong Xihou was still floating there, unafraid of the incoming green flame snakes. No one moved, and the goose-yellow sword energy emitted ripples one after another from the sword master. The hundreds of green flame snakes were powerful and the scene was spectacular.
But after the ripples passed, the green flame snake turned into sparks and dissipated again.
The Star Jue-Winged Fire Snake looked magnificent, but when Zhong Xihou struck it, it was as vulnerable as an embroidered pillow.
Ying Ruge's eyelids moved slightly, which was unexpected. After careful inspection, it was confirmed again that Zhong Xihou was indeed just a secular martial artist. Except for the wind control skill that he had, there was indeed no fluctuation of immortal power.
The battle lasted for nearly half an hour. The sun was gone and darkness came again. Although they were bathed in starlight, the appearance of the two men could no longer be seen particularly clearly.
After all, both of them are extraordinary, and both of them have spent a lot of energy fighting so far.
Ying Ruge realized that it was difficult to continue to look like a ghost and god, so she folded her wings, her red hair turned black, and the demon spots on her body disappeared. A red feather was formed from the invisible, and when she threw it, a flaming phoenix appeared out of thin air, Ying Ruge
Ge stepped on the phoenix's back and began to save the power of immortals and ghosts.
It seems that Zhong Xihou is already floating, and his ability to control the wind seems to be endless. Thinking about it this way, it makes people even more jealous.
"Master Marquis, you must return to the earth to avoid exhaustion and falling from the sky."
Zhong Xihou waved his hand and replied: "Brother, it is true that I can walk with the wind.
It is true that I am afraid of heights. Fortunately, there is no reference at this high altitude. All I can see are white clouds. I don’t know how high it is, so I have no fear. Junior brother, I have no fear because of my brother, but now the two of us are in the same place.
, After all, if you fall from a high altitude, your body will be shattered into pieces. How can you think that you are invincible as far as you can see?"
Having the upper hand in a difficult fight and being lectured by her opponent, Ying Ruge was really unhappy.
He bit his index finger and kept moving back and forth in the air, and a scroll appeared. Ying Ruge grabbed the scroll and tried to spread it out, but was helpless. The muscles in his right arm swelled and veins popped out, and with a final roar, he shouted
:"open!"
Accompanied by this roar, the scroll unfolded, and white light emitted from the scroll, making the dark night a little brighter. At the same time, one transparent shadow after another crawled out of Ziying Ruge's body. These shadows were all pure white, and their eyes were also
Only white and no black.
When Zhong Xihou saw the scroll unfolded, he knew that Ying Ruge was going to display his true cultivation, but when he saw the white shadows crawling out of his body, he understood. It turns out that You Lingxi is really yours.
Those white shadows were originally angry and murderous. Their target was not Zhong Xihou, but their host Ying Ruge. But when the scroll was unfolded, the white light shot out, and they all shrank like frightened birds.
"The exchange of Yin and Yang will not disrupt the universe. The two Qi intersect and transform all things into being. Yin and Yang policy, open!"
After forcibly opening the seal, the white light that originally emitted from the scroll gradually turned into black air. The black air was cold, as if the scroll had been brought from the underworld.
Then, a dozen white shadows crawling out of Ying Ruge's body stood behind him. Another voice was heard asking: "Ru Ge, do you want me to watch out for you about those guys in the sky?"
Zhong Xihou was curious. These white figures seemed to be different from You Lingxi who was loyal to Ying Ruge. So, who is this speaker?
"San Qing, just come out. The Yin and Yang policy has been solved. There is no need to pay attention to those guys."
As he finished speaking, another white shadow peeled off from Ying Ruge's body. The white shadow gradually turned into a human form. This person was thin and his eyes were pure white. But what was different from the other white figures was that the new one was full of energy and full of energy.
Not like Ying Ruge's slave.
The new white figure was naturally Liu Sanqing. Liu Sanqing bowed to Zhong Xihou and then said: "Zhong City Lord, I have a great reputation. It's the first time we meet, but we want to fight. I'm offended."
Sanqing? Sanqing?
Zhong Xihou remembered who this person was, and Ying Ruge also unconsciously mentioned this name in his ears. He was the immortal genius of the Liu family, Liu Sanqing. It's a pity, it's a pity, geniuses are always different from ordinary people.
, just like his other junior brother Jian Yuting, he is a lunatic bent on seeking death.
"If I can kill You Lingxi, I can naturally kill all of you. Unfortunately, you are different from You Lingxi. You will not hinder my junior brother from returning to his own life. How about just letting him give up like this?"
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No one else needed to answer. Ying Ruge was the first one not to agree. Without further ado, with a thought, in addition to Liu Sanqing, the white shadows of about a dozen other tall, short, fat, thin, men, women, old and young turned into streams of light.
Xiang Zhongxihou.
These did not really turn into a stream of light, but they moved too fast. Zhong Xihou was so quick that he saw them beside Ying Ruge, but suddenly a punch, a kick, and a sword were already in front of him.
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Zhong Xihou's body floated backward, and then he moved his sword commander, picking and stabbing, and the attacks of those white figures were resolved time and time again.
When Zhong Xihou slashed with his sword and cut a tall and thin man in half, he was puzzled. The tall and thin man did not disappear, but his body was chopped into two pieces like clouds of smoke, and the two pieces turned into human shapes.
One of them is still the same tall and thin guy, while the other one looks strange again.
Zhong Xihou tried again, slashing each of these people in half with one sword after another. As expected, one turned into two, and two turned into four.
Is this the ability of Yin Yang Ce?
Yes and no.
The Yin and Yang strategy was created by Hua Mao'er, their sixth senior brother. It is a method of absorbing souls and acting as yin soldiers, charging into battle and attacking with invincibility. Ying Ruge learned the Yin and Yang strategy, but she didn't know that there was a deviation when Yan Xiao taught it on Hua Mao'er's behalf.
Or did Yan Xiao deliberately modify this method to do this?
It's also possible that Ying Ruge changed this on her own
He made modifications to the method and created his own yin and yang strategy.
"So, are you the reason why Ying Ruge is called the City Destroyer? The cycle goes back and forth, endlessly, and it does cause a lot of trouble for people."
Having said that, trouble is indeed trouble, but Zhong Xihou does not think that he will lose just like that.
"Then let it be like this, the wind dances like a mirror of the moonlight!"
The sword pointed towards the sky, and the goose-yellow sword energy gathered. Then the moonlight fell down, and the starlight in the sky was absorbed into the sword. The goose-yellow sword energy turned into thousands of sword energy again. The sword pointed forward, and the sword energy turned into a sharp blade and shot towards Ying Ruge.
Many white shadows.
Facing the dense rain of swords, those white shadows were not afraid at all, and still attacked Zhong Xihou. But helplessly, no matter in the eight directions, or up and down, they were protected by the sword blades transformed by the sword energy. When they came close, only ten thousand swords could penetrate through them.
After a while, the clouds and smoke dissipated.
The sword energy dissipated, and the white shadows summoned by Ying Ruge's side were all wiped out. It was not really wiped out. Liu Sanqing was still beside Ying Ruge.
Zhong Xihou began to pant, but he was a little surprised. He had never tried to use such moves at high altitudes, and he did not expect that the effect was quite good. But he was helpless. After all, he was only a mortal in the world. After staying in a place with thin air for a long time, he still remained the same.
You will find it difficult to breathe. If this continues, your physical strength will eventually be exhausted.
"If I can still hold the sword at this moment, I wish the endless sea of flowers could fight against the Marquis."
Hearing his junior brother's praise, Zhong Xihou put an evil smile on his lips again, but what he was facing towards Ying Ruge was his right face. The three ferocious scars on his right face, coupled with the dim moonlight, really looked like ghosts and gods.
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"Fenghu Wuyu is not like this at all. It's because he is a heretic for my brother that he is like this."
Liu Sanqing felt puzzled. He heard Zhong Xihou's tone of voice and was still not satisfied with the shocking move just now. Zhong Xihou didn't have a sword in his hand. That was already the case. If he had a sword in his hand, even if he joined forces with Ying Ruge, would he be sure of winning?
Liu Sanqing waved his hand, and some of the shadows on his sleeves gathered on his right hand, turning into a sword more than two feet long. He wore a sword in his lifetime, a thin horse.
"Liu Sanqing, a mountain man, asks for advice!"
Yu Luo flew towards Zhong Xihou. Facing the fierce sword attacks, he had no sword in his hand. Zhong Xihou did not dare to parry at will, so he had to dodge first.
Liu Sanqing's sword was so fast, one sword was faster than the other, and the strong pressure made Zhong Xihou's breathing become even heavier.
Thinking about it, this is what Jiuxing Feifu should look like, but no matter how fast the sword moves are, there are still gaps. After dodging more than a dozen swords, Zhong Xihou caught the opportunity. He moved his body and hooked Liu Sanqing's right hand with his right hand.
He hooked Liu Sanqing's left hand with his left hand, and then pushed his knee forward, touching Liu Sanqing's lumbar vertebrae.
If it were an ordinary person, there is no need to mention ordinary people. If Liu Sanqing were Ying Ruge at this moment, his lumbar vertebrae would be dislocated, or even broken. But helpless, helpless, the person controlled by Zhong Xihou was Liu Sanqing.
Sanqing is Liu Sanqing who has been dead for many years.
Liu Sanqing's body turned into white smoke and dissipated, and then appeared behind Zhong Xihou. The thin horse thrust out in his hand, directly approaching Zhong Xihou's lumbar spine. This kind of attack was really a tooth for a tooth.
But Zhong Xihou smiled, as if Liu Sanqing could do this because it was part of his plan.
Zhong Xihou soared towards Ying Ruge, loosened his sword finger, then clenched his fists tightly and punched out, hitting Ying Ruge's face.
The punch was not fast, and Ying Ruge should have been able to easily dodge it, but when their eyes met, Ying Ruge was unable to move. The fist hit the faceplate, and before his head could shake to one side, Zhong Xihou's left fist followed
Come up.
One punch after another, eighteen punches in a row, hitting ten locations including the face, chest, abdomen, waist, and back.
For the first time, Ying Ruge felt that a person's fist could be so powerful, and she was also surprised that a person's fist could be so terrifying.
Ying Ruge's breath was unstable for a moment, and the flaming phoenix also dissipated in an instant. Ying Ruge had no support and his body fell rapidly. Liu Sanqing saw that the situation was not good, so he jumped towards Ying Ruge, but someone was a step ahead of him.
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Zhong Xihou had already arrived at Ying Ruge's side and held him up. Then the two of them took advantage of the wind and slowly fell, without any tendency to fall sharply.
Zhong Xihou's ferocious energy had also dissipated. He looked at Ying Ruge with a smile on his face and said leisurely: "Junior brother, you lost again."