"Qin Hui, what benefits did the Golden Horde give you? It turned you, a minister of the main battle faction, into a peacemaker?"

Yue Wumu looked at Qin Hui with a gloomy face, and with a hand in his right hand, the red tassel spear that had fallen to the ground returned to his hand.

"Yue Wumu, don't want to spew blood. ”

Qin Hui looked at Yue Wumu with an angry face.

The figure flickered, Qin Hui couldn't take care of it too much, the Great Song Gaozong was a selfish and suspicious person, and there was no trace of a tolerant monarch.

"Zheng!Zheng!"

Yue Wumu picked up the red tassel gun in his hand, and a set of "Liquan Marksmanship" was danced by him ******** tiger and tiger, and every move was endless.

"Zheng!Zheng!"

In an instant, the two sides came and went, and the tip of the needle was against Maimang, and they had exchanged nearly 100 moves. Qin Hui was hit by Yue Wumu's flowing water and three stacks of waves, and he took a few steps back again and again before he stabilized his retreating figure.

The red tassel spear in Yue Wumu's hand pointed diagonally at the earth, looked at Qin Hui with a calm face, and did not take advantage of the situation to pursue.

"There is no distinction between right and wrong, what is the use of helping to abuse people?"

Mo Lingquan's expression was indifferent, he looked at Jin Thirteen with an indifferent face, the long sword in his hand was full of swords, and the sword intent was swirling, making it impossible to look at directly.

"A good one who doesn't distinguish between right and wrong, and helps the abuse!"

Jin Shisan looked at Mo Lingquan with a pale face, and the wound on his left shoulder had temporarily sealed the acupoint.

"Right and wrong, good and evil, justice is at ease in people's hearts!"

The unequaled sword intent condensed around Mo Lingquan.

"Under the whole world, it is not the king's land! The shore of the land is not the king's minister! Since you are a citizen of the Great Song Dynasty, how can you say such a great rebellious word!"

Jin Thirteen put his right hand into a fist on the upper left to show respect for the Son of Heaven, glaring at Mo Lingquan.

"'The people are the most important, the community is secondary, and the king is light. "It is what the Confucian 'Ya Sheng Gong' said, and what I Mo Lingquan did is worthy of my heart!"

Mo Lingquan's expression was solemn, and he said righteously.

Needless to say, everyone will be punished for the rebellious ministers and thieves. ”

Jin Shisan looked at Mo Lingquan and the others with a firm face.

"There's a lot of nonsense, I'm not your Great Song person. ”

Mo Lingquan's body burst out with a sky-high sword intent, making the Praetorian Guards present feel that they couldn't look at it directly.

"You..."

A blood-colored qi rose from Jin Thirteen's body, and he actually directly used a secret technique of burning essence and blood, with a little tiptoe, the human knife was one, and he slashed towards Mo.

On the other side, Yue Wumu and Qin Hui fought evenly between the top and bottom.

Yue Wumu's moves opened and closed, and his anger rushed into the sky, and with a step on his right foot, his body rushed towards Qin Hui like an arrow off the string, and the red tassel gun in his hand suddenly spun extremely much, and it was actually a stunt waterspout in "Liquan Marksmanship".

Qin Hui stepped out in one step, his figure rose into the air, and his right hand grasped the five fingers into claws, pointing directly at the constantly rotating tip of the spear in Yue Wumu's hand.

"Zheng!

The two intersected, producing a deafening sound of gold and iron, accompanied by the rotation of the tip of the gun, resulting in a sharp, piercing hum.

It's too late, it's too soon. Qin Hui took his right hand, his body staggered, and he struck at Yue Wumu's chest with one palm.

Yue Wumu has been on the battlefield for a long time, how could he be easily succeeded by Qin Hui, and the red tassel spear in his hand was horizontal, facing Qin Hui's palm.

With a crisp sound, the red tassel spear in Yue Wumu's hand was directly broken by Qin Hui's palm.

The Mingguang Armor Heart Protector on Yue Wumu's body was violently cracked by the qi carried by this palm, and the armor pieces were scattered.

Yue Wumu's complexion changed, and he flew out upside down, dissolving the strength of this palm.

How could Qin Hui let it go, his toes were a little in the air, and his figure was like a ghost.

"Zheng!"

Suddenly, a long halberd crossed in front of Yue Wumu, blocking Qin Hui's blow.

"Yue Yun...!"

Qin Hui retreated and looked at Xiang Yue Wumu with a look of regret.

"Wheel war, Lord Yue is really a blessing, today, I will send your father and son to hell. ”

Qin Hui's hands were clawed, and his fingertips were full of breath, which seemed to be real and illusory, and he fit up.

"Hum..."

Mo Lingquan slashed Jin Thirteen under the sword, and happened to see this scene, the long sword in his hand turned, and the sword that broke the sky suddenly appeared, and the adult sword was unified.

In the Storm Pavilion, the sword qi rushed straight into the sky, and the attic on the side could no longer withstand it, and collapsed violently, and the sword in Mo Lingquan's hand also appeared at the center of Qin Hui's eyebrows at this moment.

Airplanes...

The long sword passed through the center of Qin Hui's eyebrows, but it failed to bring up a drop of blood, and the sword blade passed through without any obstacles.

At this time, Qin Hui's figure appeared not far away, and his gaze looking at Mo Lingquan was gloomy and terrifying.

"Lord Yue, take the gun. ”

Mo Lingquan ignored Qin Hui's vicious gaze, took out the Liquan Spear from the void Sumeru mustard seed space, and threw it at Yue Wumu.

"Good time!"

Yue Wumu shouted, with the help of Mo Lingquan's Liquan spear, the spear lifted lightly in his hand, turned into a dragon, tossed up and down, and the shadow of the spear was under the hood of Qin Hui.

"Carving insect skills!"

Qin Hui turned his claws into palms, took his arms as swords, used simplicity to complexity, clumsiness to cleverness, and broke the face with a point, and cut it out with a hand knife.

When he landed, the shadow of the guns disappeared in the sky, and the sound of gold and iron resonated was reminiscent, deafening, endless, his skill was low, his intuitive mind was buzzing, his heart was palpitating, and he was difficult to breathe.

"Tread, tread, stride!"

Yue Wumu took three steps back in succession before he stood firm, Qin Hui only took two steps back and put his hands behind his back, standing proudly.

"Come again!"

Yue Wu Muzhi felt his blood boiling, Qin Hui was able to take the Liquan Spear in his hand without any blade and repel it, which could be called the first person in history.

Yue Wumu stepped out in one step, and the Liquan spear drew a wonderful arc in mid-air, heading towards Qin Hui's neck.

Qin Hui took half a step back, dodging Yue Wumu's powerful slash, and Mo Lingquan's sword style arrived again.

A hand knife slashed out, and suddenly the heat wave rolled in, and the space was distorted.

When the heat wave hit, Mo Lingquan felt that the sword gang of the long sword in his hand was actually dissolving, which made him frightened.

The halberd in Yue Yun's hand pierced through the sky, and there was a buzzing sound. Like a swimming dragon, flying up and down, it is dazzling.

Qin Hui was not in a hurry, and after forcing Mo Lingquan back with one move, he grabbed it with one claw, and the shadow of the halberd in the sky suddenly disappeared.

Without waiting for Yue Yun to change his moves, Qin Hui's figure disappeared in place, but it was Yue Wumu's Liquan spear in his hand that forced him back with gusts of wind and thunder.

The iron-blooded move returned in vain, and he didn't care, and then he fit it, but it was a complex and simple transformation connection, and he couldn't run it freely, and it couldn't pose the slightest threat to a master like Ning Budian.

Gradually, fine beads of sweat oozed from the iron-blooded forehead, and the eagerness that could not be concealed in the tiger's eyes.

You must know that when you reach such a state as him, you will have already reached the realm of cold and heat and the state of mind that is not alarmed by changes.

"Very strong three-point close, move rotation arc hook. Don't force yourself to take advantage of the force, and follow the trend. ”

Ning Budian frowned slightly, and gently recited a mantra, then remained silent, quietly looking at the iron blood that seemed to awaken and enlightened.

(End of chapter)