To Zhong Xihou, Yan Hude's cultivation was like a mystery to him.
Is Yan Hude a prehistoric person?
He was not sure what level of cultivation Yan Hude had, but he was certain that the current Ying Ruge was only of the highest level in the ancient world.
Although being a high-ranking person in the Great Desolate World is just a mere cultivation level for him, Zhong Xihou, when it comes to the world of martial arts, he is no longer an average person.
Naturally, Yan Hude was not an ordinary person. He took out a short sword of one and a half feet from his left and right sleeves and crossed to block.
Flying flowers move in the sky!
A sword full of real power caught the Wolf King off guard. Even though he was as strong as a fox and avoided his vital points, the sword energy finally cut open the flesh on his right waist. The wound was very shallow, and not even a few drops of blood flowed out.
Yan Hude raised his Gong Yuan forcefully, and his swords emitted a green light. If he looked closely, he saw that it was actually the "Flying Dragon Patrolling the Eight Wildernesses" move used by Zhong Xihou Wu Yu to take the enemy general's head among the thousands of troops with his sword technique!
The left sword thrust out, but before the blade reached it, the sword energy came first.
The right sword follows closely, the sword blade cuts through the wind, and the sword energy flows out.
The corners of Ying Ruge's lips curled up, her wrists were nimble, she flicked her sword with countless flowers, and she used the Baiyun Swordsmanship that she hadn't used for many years to move her sword with great pleasure, leaving no way for her to survive.
Baiyun Fairy Sword-Endless Sea of Flowers!
In an instant, sword energy fell from the sky like yellow flowers.
Yan Hude knew that there was no way to retreat, so he stepped forward and used his strength. The flying dragon patrolled the eight wastelands, and all the jade and stone were destroyed with just one sword.
But when I heard the sound of breaking wind, an arrow flew in, but it was in the shape of a phoenix. The yellow flowers in the sky were like wind and tornadoes, and the flying arrow actually penetrated the tornado. If it weren't for Ying Ruge's skill, I'm afraid it would have been a long time ago.
Dead under the arrow.
Caught off guard, the flying dragon patrolled the wasteland, and the two swords came at the same time. Although he used the golden sword in his hand to deflect one sword, his left shoulder turned red.
When he looked at the person again, he was no longer surprised. He smiled softly and said, "Hong Hong, I haven't seen you for a few days. Is this a life-threatening move?"
Hua Shaohong was dressed in brocade clothes, holding a purple-gold Luan and Phoenix bow, and walked slowly towards the two of them. He was very steady and slow, but it was still difficult to hide that he, the youngest son of the Hua family, was lame.
He held his bow and cupped his fists, and said respectfully, "I have seen the venerable sir."
With a smile on her face, Ying Ruge looked at the young man's right shoulder, her murderous aura dissipated, and asked, "Is this the Thirteen Orders of Mountain Birds?"
Hua Shaohong naturally understood the meaning and made sense. He shot several arrows that day, and his fingers, wrists and even shoulders were already loaded. It was still a question whether today's arrow would be as powerful as the white swan's arrow that day.
"Could it be that you, Hua Shaohong, are also from Zhongxihou now?"
Hua Shaohong didn't say anything, so Yan Hude answered on his behalf: "Shaohong and I both have our own goals, so what if we do whatever it takes?"
Yan Hude also understood that if it hadn't been for Hua Shaohong's flying arrow, he was afraid that at this moment, he would have become the golden sword of Longyao, a dead soul under the sword.
The golden glow of Long Yao's sword faded away and became rusty again. He did not listen to explanations and did not need explanations.
Thinking that this was the case, Yan Hude coughed for a while when his swords fell to the ground, stopped, and said softly: "Since the Lord Controlling Ghosts does not want to share the same path, then I ask you to die under the sword of Zhong Xihou..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of breaking wind came, and the move was very familiar, Wuyu sword technique - Henkong style. Looking at the sword wielder again, Hua Shaohong actually used an arrow with the color of red cloud to destroy the sword move,
A simple and unpretentious killing move.
The Yingruge sword fell to the ground and went deep into the soil. He closed his eyes tightly but smiled evilly. Flames were ignited all over his body. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were burning with red eyes. With a loud shout, he forcibly activated the power of the Fire Dao Immortal. With one palm, he sharply
The arrow was broken, and with another punch, Hua Shaohong's arms became wings and flew quickly.
Ying Ruge picked up the broken arrow, laughed, and said in a slightly contemptuous voice: "I heard that the master of the Hua family carried arrows thirteen and red. It seems that you are not worthy of twelve in this life!"
The wolf king of Fanbang used his wolf claws as a mantis's arm, like a singer holding a broken arrow, and suddenly waved it. The ghost fire phoenix screamed out from the arrowhead, and the evil wolf fell to the ground with a bloody mouth.
"Honghong, I made an appointment with you on the day I rescued you. It's a matter of brother. It doesn't violate morality and I swear that I won't stop you. What I did today will be accepted by God!" Ying Ruge, who gave up the Longyao sword, is even more powerful.
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Ghosts, ghosts and phoenixes from the underworld come to pay their respects. Fengting is graceful and has a catastrophic world.
Faced with the extraordinary power of immortality, Yan Hude and Hua Shaohong seemed to have forgotten and lingered like a song. They were not swordsmen in the first place.
Although Hua Shaohong has a quick foot, his movements are very nimble. He is seen running back and forth, determined to fight for his life, with a sharp arrow on the string, and the Hua family's unique skills are five consecutive shots.
Yan Hude is not ordinary. He gave up his dagger and held the wolf's claw in his hand. He was fearless.
The ghost phoenix was approaching, and he met it with sharp arrows. Three arrows were shot down before he shot down the ghost phoenix.
"Nine Nethers Lihuo!" He saw Ying Ruge transforming into nine groups of indigo flames, all flying towards Yan Hude.
The wolf claws were waved and he shouted: "You have no roots, why should you stay in your hometown!"
He saw six scratches made by the wolf's claws, approaching Ying Ruge. At the same time, Hua Shaohong stopped dodging, stood up straight with one leg slightly bent, and strung a purple sharp arrow, which converged on the arrowhead. Between his forehead and temples,
I was sweating heavily and my breathing was no longer calm.
When the arrow leaves the string, it has the force of wind and lingering clouds. The Jiuyou Lihuo dissipates instantly, and the momentum of the arrow leaving the string continues unabated until it reaches Yingruge.
He lifted the sword again, and the real power was poured into it. However, before the sword was golden, the man felt that his strength was drained away.
When your true power is about to run out, you instinctively activate the fire
With the power of the Taoist Immortal, he abandoned his sword and displayed the power of the Taoist Immortal of Fire. The ice-blue flame burned everything three feet around him in just an instant. Hua Shaohong already felt something strange. The arrowhead turned blue and he stringed it again. Another arrow that shocked the sky. The arrow left the string, and the bow
The patient gushed out a mouthful of blood, his body became weak, he saw only white light in front of his eyes, and passed out.
The ice-blue sharp arrow was approaching, turning into a six-winged evil bird and screaming for its life. But when it touched the ice-blue flame, it was frozen.
"How about the phoenix, how about the chick? I will teach you two today that you will lose your life!" He was full of anger and could no longer bear it, but there was a kind of excitement in his words.
"What the hell!" Yan Hudeliang muttered softly, then he picked up a white sharp arrow from Hua Shaohong's arrow basket, used the arrow as a sword, and then used the move "Flying Swallow Returns to the Nest at Night".
This move, like the "Flying Dragon Patrolling the Eight Wildernesses", is a move to take the enemy general's head out of ten thousand armies. Unexpectedly, the power of the immortal power is beyond the reach of ordinary ants.
The icy blue flames were approaching, and the temperature of the air around him instantly turned to freezing point. The god of death was approaching, but unexpectedly, this cold current was actually someone else's sword energy.
Looking again, he was wearing a hooded blue coat and an ice-blue sword, with water drops dripping from the tip of the sword.
"It's so slow!" Yan Hude muttered, and looked back at the unconscious young son of the Hua family. He couldn't help but secretly admire him for being able to invite such a big Buddha.
Ying Ruge's left hand is icy blue, and her right hand is red, with flames at both ends. Her cultivation level is close to that of a heavenly being.
The swordsman in blue gently swung the ice-blue sword, and all the water dropped. The ice-blue sword was like crystal, extremely dazzling.
"The Master of Ghost Control in Muhan Tower is lingering like a song. It's a pleasure to meet you!"
"Since you are lucky, why not report yourself to the family!"
The swordsman in blue chuckled a few times, put the sword back into its scabbard, and snorted coldly: "It is the most tragic thing for a strong person to have no name. My legend does not need to take your life to spread."
Yan Hude was about to speak, but he felt cold in his abdomen. He lowered his head, and his skin and flesh were torn and bloody.
"If you move any more, I'm afraid your intestines will come out."
Yan Hude looked confused and looked at the swordsman in blue. The swordsman in blue snorted coldly: "The people of Lord Marquis really don't understand the rules more and more."
Yan Hude seemed to want to argue, but was unable to speak. Then he heard the swordsman in blue say: "What? Do you want me to strike again with my sword to cut off the hope of the barbarians?"
Ying Ruge dispersed the two-pole flames, and the swordsman in blue was slightly surprised, and the corners of his lips slightly opened, asking: "Do you trust me so much, Lord Controlling Ghosts?"
"I don't trust you. I just judge that you are ordinary and have nothing to fear."
"It doesn't matter, there are only all kinds of sins and debts in the world, and I don't want to get involved. Hong'er, I have protected you today as promised by the Marquis. From now on, it has nothing to do with me." After saying that, he put the ice blue sword in his hand.
Hua Shaohong threw the sword. The swordsman regretted it after throwing it out. Hua Shaohong had already passed out.
Just as the sword was about to hit the young son of the Hua family, the swordsman stood up and his figure was instantly visible. He stretched out his right hand and caught the sword steadily.
"Just thank the swordsman first on behalf of your Lord."
The swordsman in blue put the sword into the already spacious arrow basket, sighed again, and glanced at Ying Ruge's rusty dragon sword. He stepped forward and flew toward the sword like an immortal.
Ying Ruge knew the purpose of the visitor, so he raised his toes lightly, Long Yao flew back four to five feet, and used the momentum to kick the sword man in blue hard at the knee with his other foot. The sword man in blue held down Ying Ruge's toes with both hands, and used the force to
He flew away with great strength and pounced on Long Yao's sword.
"Star Technique - Zhen Shui Earthworm!" Red light shot out between his two fingers, turning into a blazing sun chariot and ramming straight towards the swordsman in blue.
Thousands of miles of ice and summer snow!
The finger sword shot out dozens of piercingly cold sword energy, but the ancient ice still could not freeze the Sun Chariot. When the Zhen Shui Earthworm was about to touch it, the swordsman in blue turned into a pool of blood and escaped into the earth. Zhen Shui Earthworm
Then they dispersed, but the man in blue suddenly appeared behind Ying Ruge with a flick of his finger.
The ice was used as a sword, and the sword thrust out. Ying Ruge shouted again and said sharply: "Star Jue - Kang Jinlong!"
In an instant, a golden dragon roared out from Ying Ruge's back. The ice sword of the swordsman in blue shattered in an instant, and the bone-piercing cold air froze the golden dragon.
"If you have some ability, I won't kill unknown people."
"The strong fight against each other and kill to stop killing. The Lord Controlling Ghosts is indeed capable."
Waves of aftermath followed, and Hua Shaohong gradually woke up. His eyes were still dark, his ears moved slightly, and his brows furrowed slightly. He used his voice to identify his position, limped to the west, lay on the ground and listened to the sound, and frowned deeply:
"Sword Master, here comes a team of heavy armored soldiers..."
"Let's disperse first."
Ying Ruge is still unforgiving, the power of the overlord reappears, eight golden dragons fly towards the swordsman, how can the non-human beings stop it. The swordsman in blue has not turned into blood, but his hands are slightly held, invisibly
The two ice-edged swords came out like snow lotus, and all eight golden dragons beheaded them.
I also heard "Star Jue-Bi Riwu!"
At the same moment, there was a loud "swirling" sound, and black feathers all over the sky fell like flying knives. The swordsman in blue raised the AD and shouted: "Weeping the lotus and sighing at night - live up to the east wind!"
The sword energy turned into a biting cold wind and struck Ying Ruge. The feather blades all over the sky fell rapidly, and the sword wind in the night lotus made people feel cold. Against the strong opposition, another arrow came. Although the arrow was invisible, it was invisible when it flew.
Trembling and weak, it still broke the deadlock.
"People who ride on Yanyun."
As Hua Shaohong spoke, the blue-robed swordsman and the brothel master all looked at Yan Hude. Why are Yan Yunqi's people here? The only suspect is the queen of this country, Yan Hudeliang.
The murderous intention was determined, and the murderous aura was overwhelming. However, the black wind rose, and the murderous aura became stronger. There was a vague power of a tyrant that could not be resisted, like a mountain in front of him, and there was a full sense of oppression.
Yan Hude no longer cared about the danger of the wound opening and flew backwards. Even though his clothes were soaked with blood from his abdomen, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The black wind palm energy actually caused the two masters of confrontation to instinctively avoid and retreat. They turned around and saw the sound of a bell. A six-foot-long donkey, with a carrot leading the way, was dressed in orange and had a face as frost as frost.
The person standing upright on the back of a donkey, with loose hair mixed in black and white, an orange robe with a faint whitish color, hands folded on the waist, a lifeless pale face with eyes closed as if dozing off. Hua Shaohong frowned slightly, why? Just now
The voice sounds like a troop of soldiers?
The donkey was frightened by the murderous aura and stopped moving forward. A wandering man lost his balance and fell to the ground in great embarrassment. He kept moaning, rubbing his face, standing up and looking around, his lips slightly parted.
Just then, the swordsman in blue came close to Ying Ruge and said softly: "Although this person is like a clown, he has a cultivation level as high as the sea. Why don't we deal with this person first together?"
Ying Ruge snorted coldly, and the swordsman in blue immediately stepped aside, fearing that Ying Ruge would cause another mischief. Although he asked this question, Ying Ruge didn't answer the question properly: "How can you keep an eye on the sword when you give it to someone?"
Fuck me, Long Yao?"
The swordsman in blue chuckled, and moved closer to Ying Ruge. Without any murderous intent, he whispered a few words in his ear. Ying Ruge actually stopped moving, leaped several feet, and invisibly transformed into a burning weapon.
Fire Phoenix, drive it eastward.
The man in orange clothes put his hands in his sleeves, his smile was as if he was greeting a young servant, and he grinned and asked: "Who asked me to come to this forest?"
The swordsman in blue didn't say a word when he mentioned the Longyao Sword. Hua Shaohong put away the Purple Luan Treasure Bow and limped after him. He twitched the sword in the arrow basket, hugged it to his chest, and turned his true power into Qi.
, with a move of Naiyun's hand, all the scattered mountain birds were put back into the arrow basket.
The three people left one after another. The man in orange clothes and white face suddenly changed his expression, his eyebrows were furrowed and he suddenly showed his extraordinary domineering attitude. He was so forceful that Yan Hude had to kneel down and remain silent.
"Hai Qi, it seems like your information is totally wrong."
Yan Hude remained silent. The white-faced man in orange clothes showed his right hand again. The hand was completely red. The red gradually turned black, as if he was preparing to use the chilling move that can lead to the underworld. The black color only lasted for a moment, and then it returned to blood red, orange.
The white-faced man raised his hand, but just flipped his hair. Seeing Yan Hude's frightened look, he couldn't help but laugh out loud and said: "Hai Hai, you are really a wimp. That's right. With absolute force,
In front of us, waste will always be waste."
Yan Hude was silent and did not dare to speak. He once talked with Marquis Zhong Xi about fighting for his life, and he was very energetic. But now, he was suppressed by the man's momentum and did not dare to move. It was not a simple oppression of abdominal pain.
"Let me start by saying that since I'm here, no one dares to touch you, whether it's Ying Ruge or Zhong Xihou, and no one can touch you anymore. Tell me first, how did Shen Wanli die?"
"Sword, if there is no blood with one sword, the life will be lost."
The white-faced man in orange clothes was actually very interested, stroking the stubble on his chin with his exposed bloody hand. His eyes moved several times, as if he was thinking, it was strange, who in the world could have a swordsmanship as fast as one?
The sword has no blood, so the difficulty is like drawing a sword to cut off the water.
The other hand still in the sleeve repeatedly played with the two copper coins. The copper coins were quite interesting to hold in the hand.
Zhong Xihou? The domineering sword is difficult to defeat.
Silent? The juggling sword can do nothing.
Kong Chan'er? How to use the bloody sword?
"Hai Qi, tell me, judging from his wounds, which one is more serious, the murderer's sword or mine?"
Although Yan Hude was dissatisfied, he did not dare to express it. His face was expressionless and his voice was cold and flat, and he said: "Not necessarily. Your sword has not been unsheathed for many years. I am afraid it is rusty and cannot compare to Zhong Xihou."
The white-faced man in orange clothes couldn't help but scorn him. In the past, he taught this useless sword intention, but it didn't disappoint him. But now, it has become even more useless. Have you not used your sword for many years? Wolf cub, where is your sword intention? Have your eyesight lost?
Light?
The white-faced man in orange clothes sneered mockingly: "Zhong Xihou, that's all. Having said that, you once had a small victory over Zhong Xihou, right?"
"He didn't use the Wuyu sword technique, he just discussed the sword and won a small victory."
"That's nothing more than that. Alas, it's hard to find an opponent. It's hard to find an opponent!"
The little donkey jingled, and the white-faced man in orange shouted something above:
Dragon versus phoenix, emperor versus emperor, strong versus legend.
Heroes versus beauties, BMW versus fancy cars.
Huajia Gong, Wen Jiuqiang, and the song of sinking.
Seeking the doctor Peach Blossom Fairy, asking the sword Zhong Xihou.
Unnamed, it lingers like a song, but its true body is hard to find when wandering the Lingxi River.
Wei Bai Mo Yu, Luohua Sword Skills Thirty-one.
The ghost boy with double underworld, the name of the star is thirteen.
The Yang Qi is relaxed and the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the sun and the moon rise and the sky and the earth are bright.
Which of the phoenix and falcon chicks is the righteous one, sad and laughing and singing?