The moon rises on land, flies through the sky, goes all the way south, and kills and runs.

Wen Zhiqian gritted his teeth and left immediately, although above the martial arts, he was a dragonfly and did not enter the room, but only from the perspective of the momentum of the south, the person who came was by no means an idle person, because the momentum was too strong, the breath was too domineering, and there was a tendency to destroy and wither.

Judging a person's cultivation for combat power, there is a very simple way to judge the martial arts of the rivers and lakes, depending on the degree of majesty of the breath, because the breath is the foundation of people, the foundation of thousands of high-rise buildings, and the name of the first in the world is because of its majestic breath like the sea, the head of the three uniques, Huang Chunfeng, a sword for a thousand miles, and a human head, also because of the strong breath. The Xiongnu Shenji Pavilion has been passed down from generation to generation, and the breath has been inherited, and I don't know how many generations have been passed down to Hao Lianliu's generation, even if Hao Lian Liushui rejected all the inheritance of the previous generation of pavilion masters and cut off the love thread of the generations, but the breath is continuous and strong, and it deserves to be the strongest in the world.

Ding Yi helped Li Xiuce into the carriage, Wen Zhiqian extinguished the bonfire, jumped into the carriage, glanced back at Li Yuanhao's figure, yelled "drive", and the carriage galloped away: "Three hundred miles, after three hundred miles, we will wait for you there." ”

Li Yuanhao nodded, smiled at Li Xiuce, who was watching in front of the car window, and stepped north at the same time as Lin Yunfeng, and the night breeze in the grassland desert blew the clothes of the two of them, making a strong sound.

"Brother Lin, how have you been doing in the past few years?" At the moment of the big enemy, Li Yuanhao suddenly had more leisure, and the fierce battle in the alley has not yet said a few words.

Lin Yunfeng was stunned, it seemed that he had not yet come out of the shock of Li Yuanhao's daughter's body, and said after a while: "It's okay, the cooking skills have made full progress, the practice of martial arts has the guidance of the old Huang seniors, and there are many detours. ”

"Old man Huang likes to speak sharp words, and now that I think about what he said, it is indeed a fine word, and there is a deep meaning. Li Yuanhao under the night sky held the broken sword in front of him, and stabbed his hand in the simplest front position: "Brother Lin, do you remember the eyes of the old naughty boy who woke up the next day when he was a Chinese New Year's Eve soldier, with water in his lungs?"

Lin Yunfeng's face turned red to the base of his neck, and afterwards he thought about what happened that night more than once, and gradually approached the cruel truth, and now he was picked out by Li Yuanhao in person, embarrassed, and occasionally in the dead of night, the urge to die swelled in his heart, and he was slightly regretful, there were three people present at the time, how could it be that Liu Lao's predecessor "mouthed" in the end.

That round of Haoyue was only five miles away from the two of them.

Li Yuanhao squatted slightly, and the sound of the small green sword continued: "Brother Lin, don't die here, you still owe me money." ”

"Brother Li, the enemy is at present, it is better to retreat from the enemy first, and then talk about money, be careful of Lin Mou's face. Lin Yunfeng said with a straight face, learning from Wen Zhiqian's tone, there was a lot of smile between the eyebrows and eyes of the iron sword, which was as resolute as a sword.

At the same time, they rushed forward, and above the vast expanse, a muffled thunder bell sounded, and on the straight line where the two of them were moving forward, the sand and dust flew and rolled outward.

At the same time, the surging breath of Haoyue came to the face, and when viewed from a distance, the breath of Hao Lian's flowing water was already terrifying, and when he got closer, he knew that the breath of the Shenji Pavilion Lord was grand, and it had reached the point of luxury, and the rolling cyan breath swept like a vast sea.

Li Yuanhao and Lin Yunfeng, who rushed forward, slashed out their swords at the same time, the former spread his wings, flew up in the air, and slashed a sword from top to bottom, while the latter was born from the ground, and drew a sword heartily from left to right, one vertical and one horizontal, staggered with each other, and crashed into the turbulent waves.

Between the three, a vacuum zone was formed that had not yet been destroyed by the breath, and the next moment, layers of yellow sand exploded on the ground for no reason, and layers of ground surged up.

With a hard-hitting, completely pure breath battle, Hao Lian's flowing blue sea gives birth to huge waves, rolling forward, and the weather is thousands. Li Yuanhao and Lin Yunfeng broke the surface with points, like stubborn stones in the turbulent stream. The waves formed by the condensation of the strong breath were smashed and flew to the sides after encountering the boulders.

But the breath of the flying did not disappear, but made a detour, condensing into an unstoppable torrent again, surging towards Li Yuanhao and Lin Yunfeng.

The two of them in the torrent took a step forward at the same time, and two fan-shaped aura barriers rose from the ground, resisting the almost invincible torrent in a passive attitude.

The horizontal and vertical sword qi stubborn stones finally failed, shattered into countless messy breaths, and were beaten by the wind and rain, Hao Lian Liushui stepped over the two of them in one step, came to the two of them, and put his hands into palms and lightly pasted on the barrier in front of the two of them, and the two barriers shattered in response.

Li Yuanhao flew out upside down in an instant, using a rapid retreat to cushion the huge impact, but Lin Yunfeng did not fly out upside down, his feet were rooted in the ground, but his legs outlined two deep ravines on the ground, stabilized his body a few zhang away, and instantly began to rush forward, swinging a sword towards the suddenly coming Shenji Pavilion Lord.

Hao Lian Shui snorted coldly, his sleeves waved slightly, and a wave of breath came towards him, drowning Lin Yunfeng's mighty sword qi, like a flood engulfing the villa, and there was no trace of the villa in the blink of an eye.

Everything seemed to stop suddenly, but Hao Lian Flowing Water suddenly snorted, and the disappeared sword qi was like a dragon in the sea raising its head, suddenly killing from the rolling torrent, crashing into Hao Lian Flowing Water, at the same time, Lin Yunfeng suddenly rushed forward, swinging out one sword after another.

The fight in the alley, Lin Yunfeng is this trick, stirring up the wind and rain of the sky, there is the magnificence of the dragon flying, when he was on the lotus peak, he stepped into the sky, Lin Yunfeng at that time was just a hundred steps of flying swords, and now it has become a sight and is unstoppable.

Five fingers stretched out, Hao Lian Liushui pressed one hand on the dragon's head, and gently grabbed it, the momentum of the dragon suddenly darkened, and Hao Lian Liushui, whose sleeves were agitated and fluttering, was expressionless, but there was a little approval in his eyes when he looked at Lin Yunfeng, maybe his talent was not as good as Liu Qing, but his combat power and heart were above Liu Qing, if there were no five puppet corpse demons, Liu Qing would not be the opponent of the iron sword youth in front of him.

This made the Shenji Pavilion Master suddenly think of Zhao Dunhuang among the three peers of the previous generation of rivers and lakes, not as good as Huang Chunfeng in terms of talent and understanding, even compared with Murong Feng, the poisonous sword immortal in the Western Regions, it is also half a cut behind, but Huang Chunfeng has been imprisoned in Tai'an City for ten years, and the sword was broken fiasco, Murong Feng has a corner of peace, and he has a luxurious life of being trapped by love and lust, only this person is the most stable on the road of swordsmanship.

Perhaps in the practice of martial arts, the mind comes first, and the others come second.

Hao Lianshui, who was slightly distracted, pressed down with one hand, the wind was light and the clouds were light, and the dragon out of the water was pressed down by her, and he was submerged in the waves again, thinking that the overall situation had been decided, the master of the Shenji Pavilion was calm, but his heart suddenly jumped, and he withdrew without hesitation, and the two tornadoes of the ocean formed by the breath drew out of the water, protecting her in front of her and escorting her.

A small emerald green sword was hidden behind Lin Yunfeng's sword qi, and it suddenly stabbed out and stabbed at Hao Lian Liushui's eyebrows.