"Zhou Ruoxi, I'll give you another chance, will you agree to it?"
Geng Hong looked at Zhou Ruoxi in a white dress, with a graceful figure as cold and charming as the mysterious goddess from the Nine Heavens descending to earth. He still couldn't bear to kill such a beautiful woman with such cruel hands.
Zhou Ruoxi is not Geng Hong's opponent, but her pretty face is cold and arrogant, her autumn eyes glare at him, and her bloodshot lips snort coldly: "You are despicable and shameless, don't expect me to agree to your dirty terms."
Geng Hong held the knife and snorted coldly: "It's like this, then don't blame me, look at the knife..."
A slash of the sword struck Fengsha, Zhou Ruoxi pursed her lips, bit her teeth, and passively raised her sword to block, but she was still knocked away by Geng Hong's powerful sword...
rustle…!
Zhou Ruoxi's feet drew two long grooves on the sand before she staggered to a stop. The right hand holding the sword was numb. She raised her head and glared at Geng Hong, who was coming at him again with the sword. She could only scream angrily and face him with the sword.
Go up…
"ah…"
Senior sister Lu Shuang on the other side heard screams. Guan Feipeng pierced her shoulder with a sword and was kicked out. Zhou Ruoxi, who saw this scene, screamed: "Senior Sister Lu..."
However, Geng Hong seized the opportunity and punched Zhou Ruoxi hard on the back. She spat out a mouthful of blood, flew forward, and fell hard to the sand with a thump, holding the sword of the head of the Emei Sect in her hand.
The landing was very far away...
Geng Hong came over with a knife. He looked coldly at Zhou Ruoxi who was lying on the ground struggling with his face full of pain and blood on his red lips. He said: "Zhou Ruoxi, don't say I won't give you a chance. It's a pity that you don't agree. Then I
I can only send you down to see the Lord of Hell..."
Geng Hong raised the knife in his hand and was about to end Zhou Ruoxi...
"Ji Ruxue!"
When Wan Yunting, who was fighting fiercely with Yuan Gaowu on the other side, saw this scene, he turned around and shouted at Ji Ruxue, who had been standing under the hills of the Gobi Desert in the distance, and started to fight with Yuan Gaowu again.
Seeing the long knife in Geng Hong's hand stabbing into Zhou Ruoxi's back without any mercy, at the critical moment, the familiar red snake whip whipped over. Geng Hong had expected it and had been wary of the Goddess of the Snake Clan who was watching the fun.
He counterattacked quickly and hurriedly put away his knife and swung it at the flying snake whip...
Ding!
The sharp snake head of the snake whip hit the blade, flickering with sparks, but the force caused Geng Hong's face to change slightly. The tiger's mouth of his right hand holding the knife went numb, and he took a few steps back, glaring and glaring while twisting his seductive posture.
Come over, Ji Ruxue, who is wearing a hot red dress, swings her whip with her right hand and makes a crackling sound in the air. Her charming and charming eyes glance at Zhou Ruoxi who is struggling to sit up from the ground. Her flaming red lips raise a charming smile and she says: "
It seems that guy cares about you very much!"
Zhou Ruoxi stared at this woman with her autumn eyes. This was the second time she had taken action to save herself.
"Hey, I advise you to mind your own business!"
Geng Hong pointed the knife at Ji Ruxue and said angrily.
Ji Ruxue held the snake whip, looked at Geng Hong with her charming and foxy eyes, revealed an evil smile on her red lips and said, "What if I insist on taking care of it?"
Geng Hong stared, held a knife to kill, and shouted angrily: "Then let's die together."
Ji Ruxuehu's charming eyes instantly became cold and sharp, and she threw out the snake whip without hesitation, making a crisp sound in the wind and sand, like a red poisonous snake throwing at Genghong, causing his face to change, and with a difficult body posture
Zi narrowly dodged the sweeping snake whip, landed with both feet on the ground, and struck Ji Ruxue on the head with a knife...
However, Ji Ruxue did not hide. Instead, she stared at Geng Hong in front of her with charming eyes, and her flaming red lips revealed a sinister smile. Geng Hong suddenly felt a thump in his heart and secretly screamed...
The snake whip behind him was like a poisonous snake. The head of the tail of the whip was a triangular snake head made of fine steel. The letter was a sharp poisonous stinger. A carbine came and stabbed Genghong Houbo's neck. In an instant, he was seen.
A purple spider web appears on the back of the neck, leading to a highly venomous whiptail snake head, which instantly attacks the heart with venom...
snap…
Geng Hong's hand was hanging above Ji Ruxue's head, and the twenty-centimeter long knife fell to the ground. In less than three seconds, his entire face was corroded by purple and black, his round eyes were corroded by the poison and turned black, and his mouth opened wide.
He let out a cry of pain, and finally his body fell straight down...
Such a scene shocked Zhou Ruoxi next to her, and her Qiu eyes looked at Ji Ruxue with vigilance and shock. She did not expect that her killing methods were so vicious, and she did not show any discomfort at all because of the killing.
Instead, Ji Ruxue put away the snake whip, turned her face and looked at Zhou Ruoxi with a smile, and said with a charming smile: "Sister, please be careful..."
"Elder brother..."
When Guan Feipeng and the other young disciples of the Kunlun Sect saw Geng Hong's tragic death, they screamed and roared towards Ji Ruxue and Zhou Ruoxi with swords in hand...
"Geng Hong..."
Yuan Gaowu, who was fighting Wan Yunting on the other side, saw the tragic death of his direct disciple Geng Hong. He roared with grief and anger, and the long sword in his hand, filled with energy from his body, stabbed Wan Yunting like lightning. There was an explosion in the air, and the sword
The energy exploded like thunder, knocking Wan Yunting away on the spot...
"Wan Yunting, you all have to die today, ah..."
Yuan Gaowu roared angrily and came at him again with his sword. Wan Yunting's eyes widened. The gentleman's sword in the water was entangled with the long sword that Yuan Gaowu stabbed. The two of them trembled together again. They raised the sword, drew the sword, pressed the sword, and Wan Yunting used a move.
With the highly difficult swordsmanship, Qi was transferred to the Junzi Sword. The invisible sword exploded, and he swung the sword and struck Yuan Gaowu hard...
when!
Yuan Gaowu was knocked out on the spot, and he staggered back five or six steps before he could stabilize his figure. He saw that the long sword in his hand had been broken, and the tip of the sword flew far away and was stuck on the ground, leaving Yuan Gaowu unable to recover.
Staring in shock, he looked at the Junzi Sword in Wan Yunting's hand and knew that his swordsmanship was extraordinary.
Yuan Gaowu snorted coldly, threw away the broken sword in his hand, and stared angrily at Wan Yunting in front of him. He turned his hands into palms, assumed an attack posture, and said angrily: "Wan Yunting, I want to be good
Come and learn the skills of this martial arts prodigy like you."
Wan Yunting saw that he didn't need to see him, so he simply stuck the Junzi Sword on the ground, made fists with both hands and opened his legs in a posture, and said in a cold voice: "You Kunlun Sect act like this, are you not afraid of being punished by the righteous martial arts when the matter is exposed?"
"You should still worry about yourself..."
Yuan Gaowu's eyes glared and he snorted coldly. He turned his hands into palms and rushed towards the sand with his feet, kicking up billowing dust. When Wan Yunting stared, he heard Yuan Gaowu shouting sharply: "Luoyan Palm..."
A palm was shot out from the dust. Wan Yunting was startled. He looked solemn and took two steps back. Then he struck out with his left fist, and the Wuji Tiangang Fist, which is famous for its dominance, hit Yuan Gaowu's right palm hard...
Snapped!
Punch and palm collided, and an invisible energy shock wave shook away the sand and dust in the air...
Bang bang bang...
Immediately afterwards, Wan Yunting and Yuan Gaowu launched a peak showdown in boxing and kicking skills. Because the two martial arts realms were almost the same, they were so neck and neck that they were inseparable...
On the other side, Yuan Kaicheng and Yan Haojian were still fighting fiercely. Yan Haojian, who was holding a wide sword, opened and closed, using his father's own thirteen sword techniques, the sword was majestic, the moves were deadly, and the martial arts realm was profound.
Yuan Kaicheng fought very fiercely.
Although Yuan Kaicheng's sword skills are superb, after all, Yuan Kaicheng's martial arts realm has reached the inner strength of the Gang realm. His powerful and terrifying internal strength completely suppresses Yan Hao's sword strikes, especially their Kunlun sect's set of reincarnation palms, which are like flying giants from outside the world.
Pushing sideways like lightning...
boom!
With a palm of reincarnation, Yan Haojian was directly knocked out. He spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air and fell to the ground with a plop. Yan Haojian knelt on one knee, with the broad sword stuck in the sand. He covered his chest with his left hand and raised his head sharply.
His eyes were fixed on Yuan Kaicheng, who was slowly falling to the ground in front of him.
The old man had a sinister smile on his face and said: "Yan Donghai is worthy of the title of the best swordsman in the world. His self-created swordsmanship is really superb. Looking at all the martial arts sects today, there is really no one who can use such superb skills."
Swordsmanship."
"What a pity, you are not your father Yan Donghai after all."
The injured Yan Haojian struggled to hold up his sword and stood up. He glared at Yuan Kaicheng with sharp eyes and snorted: "Old immortal, you are just bragging while my father is not here. If my father was really here, you would have been dead long ago.
I'm back."
"hehe."
Yuan Kaicheng stood with his hands behind his back and smiled strangely: "It's a pity that Yan Donghai is not here."
"Who said my father is not here?"
Yan Changjian nodded and said loudly.
Yuan Kaicheng's old face condensed, his expression changed with shock, and his heart became even more panicked.
When Yan Donghai wanted to establish the Divine Sword Sect, he challenged various martial arts sects. At that time, it was Yuan Kaicheng who accepted the challenge from the Kunlun Sect of Yan Donghai. There is no doubt that he lost to Yan Donghai, which caused a lot of shadows in Yuan Kaicheng's heart.
Therefore, when he heard Yan Changjian say that Yan Donghai was nearby, Yuan Kaicheng became frightened and looked around, but he did not see the person who made him afraid.
"Yuan Kaicheng, you old fool, I advise you to let me go, otherwise when my father comes, he will behead you with a sword!"
Yan Haojian pointed his broad sword forward, and Yuan Kaicheng, who had a gloomy face, could not defeat this old guy, but he definitely could not lose in terms of momentum.
In fact, when Yan Haojian saw Wan Yunting suddenly appear, he murmured in his heart. He also knew that his father had gone to Wuliang Taoist Temple before, but why did Wan Yunting appear here safe and sound, but did not see his father?
Is it possible that my father made a mistake at Wuliang Taoist Temple?
impossible!
Yan Haojian instantly gave up this bad idea in his mind. After all, with his father's skill, not to mention destroying an Wuliang Taoist temple, even the Kunlun sect was effortless. How could anything go wrong?
Maybe it's because my father didn't meet Wan Yunting when he went to Wuliang Taoist Temple...
"Humph, are you really afraid of your father?"
Seeing that there was no shadow of Yan Donghai around him, Yuan Kaicheng was relieved. He looked directly at Yan Haojian with his old eyes and coldly snorted: "I will kill you today, and Yan Donghai can't do anything to me..."
"ah…"
As a result, just when Yuan Kaicheng was about to kill Yan Haojian, Yuan Gaowu on the other side let out a scream and was knocked away by Wan Yunting's palm. He scratched a long way on the sand before he stopped...
With a ferocious look on his face, he vomited out a mouthful of blood, and tremblingly covered his severely injured chest with his left hand. He raised his eyes and looked at Wan Yunting in shock, and screamed in surprise: "You...how did you fall into the wild goose palm?"
Wan Yunting said expressionlessly: "What I use is not the Luoyan Palm of your Kunlun sect, but the Small Wuxiang Kung Fu!"
"Xiaoyao Sect's Small Phaseless Kung Fu?"
Yuan Kaicheng came over, stared at Wan Yunting with his sinister eyes, and said: "Boy, I heard that you inherited the Kung Fu of the Xiaoyao Sect. Well, I can spare your life, but you have to hand over the Kung Fu of the Xiaoyao Sect.
,how?"
Wan Yunting turned to look at Yuan Kaicheng, his sharp eyes were half-squinted, and he snorted coldly: "Mr. Yuan, you are really greedy."
Yuan Kaicheng smiled sinisterly and said: "Boy, be sure to seize the opportunity given to you to survive, otherwise you will regret it."
Wan Yunting felt gloomy and said, "Do you think I will agree to you?"
Yuan Kaicheng smiled sinisterly and said, "It's not up to you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yuan Kaicheng suddenly came towards him. Wan Yunting's expression tightened and he stepped back repeatedly. He knew that the old man in front of him was very skilled and he was definitely no match for him...
"Wan Yunting, let's work together to kill this old guy!"
Yan Haojian over there endured his injuries and rushed over with his sword. He first took Yuan Kaicheng's move for Wan Yunting, turned around and shouted: "Otherwise everyone will die here..."