The heavenly dragon faced the dragon, and the body of the hundred zhang was intertwined with each other, and it had occupied most of the sky, and the dragon roared, and the heavens and the earth were shaken.

The two dragons collided with each other, the dragon swung its tail, slapped heavily on the dragon, and shot countless sparks, the cyan dragon trembled all over, aroused anger, turned his head and bit the neck of the dragon, tearing off a piece of red scale armor, the dragon was not to be outdone, opened his mouth to swallow the dragon with the momentum of swallowing the sky, and his body suddenly became larger, and it became bigger and bigger.

With a bang, Tianlong's body was broken and turned into pieces of light, and the Gen Dragon, which was like a butterfly reborn, stood with his head held high, raised his head to the sky and roared, lowered his head and spat out a burst of breath, shooting towards Murong Feng.

The poisonous sword fairy was motionless, and the falling light of the heavenly dragon suddenly blocked in front of the master, blocking the dragon breath of the dragon, and then with that ball of light as the center, the light floc that fell from the sky slowly condensed, forming a hundred zhang heavenly dragon again, the dragon's whiskers were flying, and the eyes were majestic, and the Gen dragon was far away.

Li Yuanhao stood on top of Gen Long, every time he collided, there was a lot of energy back to her body, and the snow mountain qi sea in her body was shaky, almost collapsing and shattering, this Gen Dragon, which was born in the Shuanglong Array in Tai'an City, went away and took root in Li Yuanhao's spiritual sea, which can be regarded as a fallen child, the two are closely related, and they share weal and woe.

The poisonous sword immortal on the opposite side is strolling leisurely, the red Jiao suddenly became rich and became a heavenly dragon, Murong Feng thought that he was a Ding furnace, not to mention a heavenly dragon, even if he came again, he could also accommodate it with the majestic aura of the lord of the Western Regions.

The two evenly matched dragons collided hundreds of times in a row, and no one was sure to completely crush and destroy the other party, even if the form was destroyed, as long as the gods were there, they could return to the basics, but today they encountered the same divine objects created by heaven and earth, and their bodies continued to shrink.

Finally, in the process of the last head-on collision, the cyan dragon vanished, turning into wisps of breath that disappeared between heaven and earth, and the red dragon shrank into a small scarlet snake, and crawled in front of Murong Feng with its dying breath, wilting and drooping, lifeless.

Murong Feng stepped on the scarlet little snake with one foot, exerted a slight force, and a black-red blood light shot out, and the little snake that had just been knocked down from the mortal world went to the underworld: "Li Yuanhao, now the so-called Heavenly Destiny and Qi Luck Dragon Vein are gone, and the matter of the Heavenly Dao has been over, and there is only the matter of you and me in the world." ”

Li Yuanhao exhaled a breath of turbid air slightly, and looked at Murong Feng coldly, indeed, the battle of luck has been settled, Shuanglong faced the two red Jiao, and the Heavenly Dao fate canceled each other, and now only she and Murong Feng were left. Thinking about this, Li Yuanhao held the broken sword in his hand, opened the way with two silver lines, and rushed forward.

Murong Feng smiled faintly, he didn't take the Northern Wei Emperor in his heart, Li Yuanhao was not as threatening as the two silver lines left by Zhao Duling, the whereabouts of the two silver lines that shot out were strange and dazzling, wherever Li Yuanhao's mind went, the silver line arrived. Murong Feng carried one hand behind his back, and tapped the other hand, no matter how fierce the two silver lines were, they could never get close.

After several attempts, the silver thread was in vain, but Li Yuanhao was still not in a hurry, patiently looking for the flaws of the poisonous sword immortal.

The Poison Sword Immortal didn't have time to play with the Son of Heaven of the Northern Wei Dynasty, his mind moved slightly, he stepped on it, the earthquake trembled, and a wave of ground rolled around, Li Yuanhao stood unsteadily, and his body trembled.

Murong Feng twisted his fingers, and the two silver threads were held in his hands, and gently pulled, Li Yuanhao flew over like a kite.

"The things that Zhao Du led should be used by Zhao Du, you use it, it's too far away. ”

Li Yuanhao was unmoved, his mind moved, and the small green sword stabbed at the top of the poisonous sword immortal's head from top to bottom. Murong Feng's face was impermanent, and the small red sword in his sleeve came head-on, and an inch away from his Heavenly Spirit Cover, two flying swords collided. Regardless of the flying sword, Murong Feng strode forward and faced Li Yuanhao directly.

Gritting his teeth and continuing to breathe, Li Yuanhao used the broken sword as a knife, and the moon water poured out with one move, Murong Feng waved his sleeves, as if encompassing the world, directly crushed countless flying knives, and then continued to move forward, holding the broken sword with one hand, forcibly grasping the strong aura that Li Yuanhao was attached to the broken sword, and the five fingers of the other hand formed a hook, and slashed on the broken sword, the means that can cramp and peel the skin of the luck dragon did not leave the slightest trace on the broken sword.

"Huang Chunfeng's sword is really extraordinary, and when it falls into your hands, it will destroy the heavens. ”

Li Yuanhao has many treasures, Huang Chunfeng's broken sword, Zhao Duling's silver thread, and the turquoise flying sword, but it is a pity that the Northern Wei Emperor's kung fu is ordinary, and his means are average, and he has not been able to exert his due strength.

Murong Feng grabbed the broken sword with one hand, and the energy penetrated through the broken sword, pouring through Li Yuanhao's body, Li Yuanhao seemed to be fine, and the sea of qi in his body was churning, like a boiling oil pot.

"Still not letting go?" The Poison Sword Immortal didn't bother to change his moves, and shook Li Yuanhao's abdomen with the back of his hand, and the Son of Heaven of the Northern Wei Dynasty left his feet off the ground, and his body bent backwards in an arc.

The poisonous sword fairy grabbed the hand of the broken sword and pulled and pushed, and the hilt of the broken sword hit Li Yuanhao's chest, and Li Yuanhao flew out upside down like a rootless duckweed.

Murong Feng threw the sword in his hand like a smooth stream, stabbing Li Yuanhao's heart, this sword seems to be random, but it is actually amazingly fast, if it is solid, it will definitely be the end of death through the chest.

Li Yuanhao forcibly twisted her body in the air, on the top of the Tianyi attic of Yuelu Academy, she once turned into a bird, and then entered the sea as a fish, stepped on the instep of the other foot with one foot, and was angry where she was weak, her body flipped, and the broken sword pierced into the ground against the tips of her hair, grabbing the broken sword and was about to rush again.

The Poison Sword Immortal smiled slightly, and a breath of breath was hidden in the broken sword, which exploded.

Li Yuanhao's face was red, his eyes were bloodshot, he was infused by that wave of qi, the meridians were retrograde, the mountains and seas were upside down, his body fell obliquely, his feet stepped on two big pits on the ground, and he held the hilt of the sword with both hands and stuck it heavily on the ground to offset the wave of qi, even so, the ground under Li Yuanhao's feet was still torn into a ravine.

A mouthful of blood gushed up, Li Yuanhao forcibly swallowed back, reached out and touched the black blood oozing from his nostrils, put one hand in front of his chest, made a finger stroke, and silently recited two words: "Lei Chi!"

In an instant, the wind surged, and more than a dozen glorious palm thunders broke through the ground!

The dazzling palm thunder connected with each other, forming a thunder pool, and they all rushed towards the Poison Sword Immortal.

"Oh, and the mental layout?" Murong Feng's voice drowned out in the Thunder Waterfall.

Li Yuanhao squinted his eyes and stared at the center of the group.

"Your thunder pool is too slow. Suddenly, Murong Feng's voice sounded behind the Emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty, like a thunderclap.

Li Yuanhao turned around suddenly, but his speed was still three points slower, and he was slammed on his back by Murong Feng, and his body pounced forward. The unforgiving poisonous sword immortal pressed forward step by step, continuously smashing at Li Yuanhao, punching a hundred times in an instant, blocking the Northern Wei Emperor in front of the stone wall, the five-fingered brilliance was victorious, and the sword qi was overwhelming.

"There is warmth in your heart. ”

Between his life hanging by a thread, Li Yuanhao suddenly burst out with a sentence, his voice was sticky and soft, like Wu Nong's soft words, it was an ordinary sentence, there was no mystery, and there was no novelty, but it set off countless turbulent waves in the heart of the poisonous sword immortal who had killed countless people, and his face instantly became hideous and terrifying.

The poisonous sword immortal failed to make a move, and was seized by Li Yuanhao and smashed a fist on Murong Feng's heart, and at the same time retreated quickly, his fingers were bent into a sword, flowing water was curved, and the sword qi was like blue-green flowing water, endlessly, and the air swords visible to the naked eye could not attack Murong Feng's chest, and the two silver lines inherited from Zhao Dou led one surrounded Li Yuanhao's body, casting a pair of armor, and the other pierced into the water, swimming snakes.

Murong Feng's feet stomped on the ground suddenly, his big sleeves fluttered, his clothes were agitated, and the breath of heaven and earth was involved, and he frantically poured into his body, shouting, and his fist was not allowed to explode, and Li Yuanhao's sword qi collided violently.

The wind is blowing, the wind is surging, above the big river, the waves cover the sky, between the water vapor churning, the sword qi and the fist gang crisscross and bite together.

For half an hour, the wind was calm, Li Yuanhao stood not far away, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, forcefully suppressed the surging breath, and after saying a sentence of six words, his tone suddenly became cold: "Phew, the miscellaneous pieces of uncle and sister-in-law's adultery have polluted the eyes of people all over the world, fortunately, she died early, otherwise if she lived, she would have to suffer from the white eyes of the world, and be pointed at behind her back. ”

"Shut up!"

Li Yuanhao's words were like a blade cut on Murong Feng's heart, and the original heart that had been stuck for many years collapsed because of Li Yuanhao's two words, his face was cold, and his murderous intent was strong, and then his breath stagnated in an instant.

Li Yuanhao's eyes widened suddenly, it was now, pointing to the sky with one hand and the ground with the other.

In the clouds in the sky, a golden light appeared, as fast as a streamer, and when Murong Feng blasted her into the sky with a punch, she hid a sword in the clouds.

A silver light flew up from the ground, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, and attacked Murong Feng along the curve, and she hid a line in the water.

The time was just right, seizing the moment when Murong Feng's breath was confused, the simplest verbal stimulation had the greatest effect, and Li Yuanhao happened to grasp this.

With two snorts, the cloud sword pierced through Murong Feng's left chest, and the water line climbed around the opponent's body and pierced into his right chest.

Blood was pouring out, but Murong Feng didn't care, he ripped off the silver thread inserted into his chest with one hand, held the sword that ran out of his body with both hands, and pulled it out of his chest, blood gushed out, brilliant as a summer flower, his eyes were bloodshot, like a demon, his body was as fast as the wind, and his fists opened the mountain and split stones, bombarding Li Yuanhao.

The thunder exploded in his ears, Li Yuanhao looked at Murong Feng, who had lost his mind and rushed forward with his head bored, his fingers were constantly swordsman, and a sword sword was pointed at the opponent's chest, and at the same time, he stepped on the lotus step under his feet, and retreated step by step.

Murong Feng didn't care about it, he rushed forward with all his might, and thundered at the next step: "Little miscellaneous, you haven't seen her laugh, and you haven't heard her cry, why do you evaluate her!"

A hundred steps away, in an instant, Li Yuanhao's one hundred and thirty-two sword qi all fell on Murong Feng's chest, Murong Feng fought desperately, and smashed Li Yuanhao's eyebrows with a punch.

Li Yuanhao's body was like a stone rolling down from a mountain peak, flying upside down and falling heavily to the ground, Li Yuanhao, who had just entered the Divine Heaven Realm, was faced with ashes, and his forcibly supported body was unable to get up, and the armor composed of silver threads was crumbling, as if it was about to shatter in a moment.

Without waiting for a moment to stop, Murong Feng's figure had arrived, at this time, his eyes were about to crack, covered in blood, a pair of eyes were both evil and murderous, and a trace of reason was left to support his body, Li Yuanhao's words touched on the pain that he couldn't be mentioned, regret, guilt, anger, Annoyance and shame came to his heart, he hated his emotions back then, and hated his cowardice at the beginning, once wrong, wrong everywhere, step by step, step by step, so in order to save him, the woman voluntarily took poison, rotten, thin as a ghost, wolves did not want to eat his flesh, and she endured great pain, just to see him for the last time, at the end of the story, she was strangled to death by his own hands, died tragically in the Taoist temple, and was buried under the pear blossom tree.

The woman had a warm name, named Wen Qing.

"You damn it!" grabbed Li Yuanhao's neck, and suddenly mentioned it, Li Yuanhao's feet were in the air, and he kept kicking.

Slippery and greasy, without an Adam's apple, Murong Feng frowned slightly: "Woman?!"

Li Yuanhao's eyes were indifferent, his hands were clenched, and the corners of his mouth were open, as if to say, "What?"

As soon as he stretched out his hand, a sword roar sounded in the clouds for no reason, the sword did not arrive, the sword qi arrived first, the sword intent was born from Huang Chunfeng's ending, the sword move came from a sword taught by Zhao Dunhuang, the sword qi was absorbed from the clouds in the sky, the four seas of Kyushu, a sword arrived in an instant, directly pierced Murong Feng's heart, the sword momentum did not disappear, after the sword penetrated the body, a huge arc was drawn along Li Yuanhao's fingers, and once again pierced Murong Feng's heart.

She hid two swords in the clouds.

Murong Feng seemed to be drained, as soon as his palm was loosened, Li Yuanhao broke free from the restraints and fell to the ground, but she didn't dare to pause at all, her body squatted slightly, using her fingers as a sword, and the sword qi of her index finger burst out, focusing on Murong Feng's throat, with a bang, her throat bone was shattered, and she was also smashed on the shoulder by Murong Feng's palm, flew out upside down, and fell heavily to the ground.

Murong Feng was covered in blood, ignoring the blood hole in his throat, and looked down at Li Yuanhao's calm face, full of disgust and disgust: "Die!"

The two words were spat out, and his voice was hoarse, mixed with blood foam, like a bone scrub.

Using up his last strength, Murong Feng laughed heartily and loudly, his breath was like a snowball, rolling bigger and bigger, the blood on his body was sizzling, steaming, just like molten iron, and finally he chose to die with the jade burning - self-explosion.

At the last moment, Li Yuanhao's eyes widened, instead of retreating, he suddenly gritted his teeth, stepped out, and used his unconscious left hand to lift the sword hidden in the clouds, and his figure passed by Murong Feng, and the sword in the clouds flashed along the neck of the Lord of the Western Regions.

A blood trough was cut between Murong Feng's neck, blood gushed out, and those gathered breaths suddenly had an outlet, constantly leaking out, and the last jade was burned out instantly.

Turning around suddenly, Murong Feng covered his neck with one hand like a hook and the other hand to stop the blood gushing out, but the hot bright red still flowed out of his fingers.

His feet staggered, his eyes blurred and hazy, and he pressed towards Li Yuanhao step by step.

Li Yuanhao quickly retreated, her feet were unstable, and she fell to the ground heavily, she didn't dare to stop, she used her hands and feet together, and continued to retreat.

"You deserve to die, you deserve to die, you deserve to die!"

In the end, with a pop, Murong Feng's body collapsed, and the blood soaked under him, embroidering a red flower.

One person suppressed the Poison Sword Immortal in the Western Regions for decades, and for the first time, he was powerless and fell to the ground.

And his enemies are only three feet away from him.

Lee Won-ho breathed heavily, relieving pain and fear.

Murong Feng used all his strength, turned his head with difficulty, his legs and feet twitched uncontrollably, and his eyes were scattered.

A drop of rain fell from the sky and soaked into his eyes, and he saw her in the raindrop.

That year, the moon was full and the wind was soft, and she danced under the blooming pear blossom trees in the Western Regions, which was incredibly beautiful.

Ke'er, the person you stabbed to death is not your father, because my Murong Feng is your father!

Ke'er, your mother is the most beautiful in the world, and the women in the world are not as good as her in the whole world!

Ke'er, Dad, I hate and regret it!

There was a boom, a thunderclap in the sky, a flash of lightning flashed, and the torrential rain that had been held back for a long time poured down.