There are people at the end of the street, dressed in armor, tall and strong, with dark facial features but sharp edges, and a saber upside down, the murderous aura is condensed but not dispersed, and the sword light is scattered but not chaotic.

Although the saber is not as thick and heavy as the broadsword commonly used in the rivers and lakes, it is more flexible, and the blade is extremely long and narrow, and it is sharper.

"Xia Hou Yuanjiang!"

Tang Xingjun stopped and pulled out the sword, and the raindrops continued to fall on the sword, turning into a splash.

"There is something called fate in this world, which has nothing to do with fame, fortune, life and death. ”

Xia Hou Yuanjiang's long knife became a ray of light, and the silver-white light was like a lightning bolt in the rain.

Fast, fast to the extreme.

Tang Xingjun flicked his wrist, and the tip of the sword formed circles, large circles covered with small circles, and raindrops were involved in these circles, forming a huge vortex.

The light of the knife flashed into the whirlpool, faster and faster, like a silver dragon swimming in the sea, like the Yangtze River, rushing and surging, and like a sharp needle embroidery, delicate and sophisticated. Xia Hou Yuanjiang took the knife technique to the extreme, there was no trajectory to be found at all, and he came with it, which was wonderful.

Realm! and then go further as the boundary.

The sword moves are getting slower and slower, there are more and more circles, the vortex is like a huge quagmire, and there is no trace of the once flowing water swordsmanship, this is a new swordsmanship, it is a lake, it is the sea, and it can melt the water of the world.

The high is the peak, and the low is the sea, which is a kind of trajectory of the avenue of heaven and earth.

The sword is stabbed straight through the chest, it is natural, the rain is a river, the sword has no move, but it is constantly sublimated, sublimated into the Tao, and has become the truth of heaven and earth.

This is no longer a contest of martial arts, but a collision of human will and spirit.

There is nowhere to hide, nowhere to run, as if the bell of fate has been ringing, and the gods of death are leading.

Xia Hou Yuanjiang's knife turned into countless fragments, like countless cold lights scattered around, when the long sword pierced his heart, he smiled;

Chaowen said, you can die at night!

Tang Xingjun had no joy or sorrow, there were circles of people around him, and there were masters in the distance, and he was already under siege.

"Warriors are brave and not afraid to die. ”

There were three people behind him, one spear, one knife and one sword, stabbing Tang Xingjun in the back with all his might; there were long hooked steel axes on the left and right, and the two people in front of him, wearing armor, were the sergeant major in Liancheng Mansion; the spear in his hand was also a military spear, longer than an ordinary spear.

The two spears are like dragons, the cold light of the tip of the spear makes people tremble, the front and back are flanked, the left and right sneak attacks, there is nowhere to escape, and nine deaths are alive. In a desperate situation, three sharp arrows roared, but their methods were very familiar, Tang Xingjun's heart moved, gave up the idea of dodging, and let the arrows pass by, only to hear a few screams behind him, and the three people behind him had been shot by arrows. In Liancheng, there is only Tang Jingying of the Tang family who has such an archery technique.

Tang Xingjun's heart was slightly warm, but the crisis was still there, two spears were on his side, the hook and axe were ruthless, Tang Xingjun restrained his mind, was extremely calm, and rolled a 'lazy donkey' anywhere, although he was embarrassed, he avoided it between the peaks. Before he could get up, two more arrows were fired, and there was a scream in his ears, apparently someone had been hit by another arrow.

The sword technique in Tang Xingjun's hand changed, and the long sword swept, its speed was so fast that compared with Xiahou Yuanjiang's sword light, the sword light flashed, and the two sergeant captains broke their feet together, and they both fell in the rain and wailed.

The people of the Xia Hou family, they are not for the rumored fairy scriptures, but for the Tang family's family property, so they are determined to kill people and cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

The immortal family is free, which is as rich as the world.

The killing sound was loud, the military horses moved together, and Tang Xingjun seemed to be trapped in an endless net. In the predicament, he felt that his martial arts were constantly sublimating, his true qi was endless, every time the sword was split, he could always understand the truth of the sword, as long as he was given time, he was absolutely sure to break through the realm within a year.

It's just that he still has time!

Tang Xingjun retreated while fighting, only to feel that there were many figures around him, and he couldn't help but shout, like thunder on the ground, shocking people's hearts, and everyone's hearts were like being struck by lightning; and seeing the sky full of sword shadows, sometimes stabbing and sweeping, sometimes lifting and hanging, for a time the stump and broken arm, blood flowers flying, for a moment brave, like the god of war; frightened everyone to besiege but not attack.

Tang Xingjun rushed and broke into the restaurant in the alley, the shopkeeper hid under the cabinet and trembled, the little second brother was so frightened that he urinated, Tang Xingjun picked up a jar of spirits, slapped the mud seal with his hand, drank most of it in one go, and laughed again: "Happy, happy." Laughing and laughing, thinking of his wife and children, tears flowed, holding a long sword, and killing out of the restaurant;

There was a whistling sound in the distance, high-pitched and long, which was the direction of the Tang family.

The storm of the Tang family is coming, and it is more violent than the storm between heaven and earth.

The rivers and lakes, how can there be less burning, killing and looting.

Ten years ago, the catastrophe of the Tang family made them understand that strength is the foundation of survival. Ten years later, the Tang family had watchtowers, archers, strong bows, and countless sharp arrows.

If you don't give you a way to live, you will all end up together.

They are panicked but not afraid, they are afraid but not afraid, they survive to death, fight for life, who has the courage in the world!

The first line of heaven and earth, the wind and rain gather, the vertical and horizontal line, the sharp arrows cross the sky, the blood is like the remnant sun, dyed red, the sound of killing is like thunder, and it will not stop for a long time, it is a purgatory on earth.

In the hut in the bamboo forest, Tang Jingxiong stood at the door, his eyes closed.

Four figures came from the rain, all wearing refined armor and straddled long swords.

"Of the five brothers of the Xia Hou family, only four came, what, Xia Hou Zicong looked down on the old man. ”

"Hehe, Brother Jingxiong has to see me, I'll come out. ”

Xia Hou Zicong wore a beautiful brocade robe and a paper umbrella, and slowly walked into the small courtyard. He is tall but not strong, very well-proportioned, although his facial features are not exquisite, but they are just right, he is middle-aged, although he is not handsome, but he has an elegant and mature temperament, and his whole body is full of strong self-confidence.

"The Tang family has a grudge with the Yan family, can there be a grudge with the Xia Hou family?"

Xia Hou Zicong didn't speak, just shook his head.

Tang Jingxiong also stopped speaking, some words were useless, that is, nonsense; even if there was no hatred before, now the hatred is as deep as the sea, and it will never die.

The fist was silent, but the wind and rain stopped, and the fist was like a scorching sun, as if a powerful light burst out. The Tang family's boxing method is just to yang, and it is domineering.

Xia Hou Zicong took a step back, this step seemed to be condensed under his feet, and the endless light disappeared; if Tang Jingxiong's fist was the rising sun, Xia Hou Zicong's retreat would be the setting sun; he stood there, as if he was in another world.

In the realm, Xia Hou Zicong turned out to be a master of the realm.

Tang Jingxiong felt incredible, and he was unwilling to accept this fact. Before he could react, four long and narrow knives slashed from all directions, the knives and the rain combined, the momentum and the wind, the four long knives, like four lightning bolts across the sky, as if the light had been shattered, and the heavens and the earth became dark.

It is another realm, and only a master of the realm can master a realm.

No, not the realm.

Tang Jingxiong shouted, the true qi surged, the muscles bulged, the whole person instantly became much taller, there seemed to be a pillar of blood rising to the sky above the head, only to hear a loud shout: "The earth dragon turned over", and then the whole earth was vibrating, as if the end of heaven and earth, endless air waves exploded like a volcano, mixed with earth and rocks rushed in all directions, in the huge sound, Xia Hou Zicong was heard exclaiming: "Retreat, this is the blood demon disintegration Dafa, Tang Jingxiong is crazy." ”

Tang Jingxiong laughed and said: "If you force Lao Tzu to be ruthless, then go to hell with me." His qi and blood soared, and he exerted his life potential to the extreme, and then flew up, and threw a punch, a blood dragon with infinite ferocity, with endless resentment, rushed towards the nearest Xia Houyuan, this punch, ignoring the imminent sword light, ignoring the threat of life and death, ignoring any rules of heaven and earth, such as shooting a swift arrow from the bowstring, never looking back, not dying and not being physical. Xia Hou Zicong's face changed, his body was like a phantom, and he pushed out with one palm, and the qi of heaven and earth seemed to be mobilized, forming a natural realm, only to hear a loud sound of 'boom', and the 'quiet' between heaven and earth came down, and the huge sound made everyone lose their hearing, as if the world had no sound.

Tang Jingxiong was knocked away by a palm and smashed into the bamboo building, not knowing life or death. When Xia Hou Zicong first entered the realm, he also gave the power of the anti-shock and flew out upside down, the meridians were damaged, the true qi was chaotic, and blood overflowed from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and his appearance was terrible, and he suffered serious internal injuries. At the same time, a huge clay pot flew straight towards Xia Hou Zicong with the sound of whirring wind, but it was smashed by Xia Hou Ziming, who flew up, and the pungent smell flew away, Xia Houyuan shouted: "It's not good, it's fire oil, flash away." As soon as he finished speaking, a mournful scream came, and a one-armed fire man flew towards Xia Hou Ziming, holding him with one hand, and the surroundings instantly became a sea of fire, even if it poured rain, it could not extinguish the raging flame;

It was dark, but the screams of the Tang family never stopped, and the entire Liancheng fell into chaos。。。。。

The earth-shattering drum at the gate of the Liancheng Mansion sounded, and a half-hundred-year-old scholar was violently waving the drumstick, and this person was Tang Bai's husband and son. The master does not practice martial arts, he cultivates reason, knows the 'Tao' of things, everything is 'reason', understands the small reason and knows the great righteousness, knows the great righteousness and forgets life and death.

Killings, screams, cries, swords。。。。。。。

The chaos in Lotus City didn't begin to weaken until the next day, and the rain stopped, but a thick layer of blood clouds seemed to float in the sky above the entire Lotus City. There were no figures in the streets, only countless corpses lying in the streets.

Murong Xiuxiu walked down the street in tattered clothes, her messy hair fluttering in the wind, her eyes were blank, as if she had no soul, until she saw a corpse standing by the door, she stopped. She looked at the dead man in front of her, and she saw the man who appeared in front of her like a god on that desperate snowy night. She looked at the man who was stared at the door by countless weapons, her eyes became very gentle, she smiled and picked up the man's pale face, kissed the corner of his bloody lips, and said softly: "Xingjun, I will be your wife in the next life." With that, she pulled out a long sword from the door and stabbed it into her heart, and when she was dying, another face appeared in front of her, and she murmured, "Xiaobai, Xiaobai。。。。。。 ”