If you are truly a master of the sword, you can conquer the creation of heaven and earth!

Zana naturally did not reach that realm, but his knife is not something that ordinary people can resist, it is fast and ruthless, and he swears to kill the cult pope!

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The cult still didn't want to avoid it, or draw his sword. Just as the horse was about to hit his body, at that moment when the knife was about to slash him in the head. He finally moved, but instead of swords, he punched.

Yes, he held the serpent sword horizontally and slammed his fist into the horse's head.

In itself, the Daiqin family is the animal husbandry king of the Qingmeng steppe, and has thousands of horses at home. Every year, he would pick out some horses and give them to the Great Khan of Kuchier. No matter how strict training you are, it will be the war horse of the Qingmeng Iron Cavalry. Zhana's horse is not a bloody horse, but it is also a thousand-handed. Whether it is in terms of endurance, reflexes, toughness and so on, it is superb.

Every day, Zana feeds the horses herself, and even sleeps with them.

He's become one with the horse.

Such a fierce horse, as if it had been bombarded by a cannonball, flew out diagonally and fell to the ground with a bang. The horse flipped over, and Zana's knife naturally couldn't be cut out again, and it fell to the ground. At this moment, Zana felt an unprecedented crisis, and without even looking at it, he rolled on the ground.

"Ah......h

He felt a chill in his lower abdomen, and the snake sword had pierced deep into his body. He stared at the scene in front of him in disbelief, trying to struggle, but couldn't move at all. Because, his body seemed to be nailed to the ground, and the strength of his body was quickly lost.

At the same time, he could see the blood on his body almost at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye, and he followed the snake sword, and little by little let the fire-like gem on the sword body suck it away. The gem was even more delicate, as if it was about to drip blood, exuding a bewitching brilliance.

This scene shocked everyone present, and they opened their mouths wide one by one, and their eyes were full of horror.

"I can't help myself!"

The Cult Emperor drew his snake sword, and a stream of blood shot out, and Zhana's eyes were wide open, and he finally remained motionless.

One punch, one sword, and he killed Zana.

That is a master of the middle stage of the legend, and under the hands of the Cult Pope, he is simply vulnerable.

The Cult Emperor glanced at Dai Qin, Huang Shalang and the others, and sneered, "Come, it's your turn. ”

"Nima's next door, I'll kill you."

Seeing his son fall under the sword of the Cult Pope in one move, Dai Qin couldn't hold back any longer. He rolled over and jumped off his horse, brandished his Qingmeng knife, and pounced on the Cult Pope.

The Cult Emperor sneered, and when Dai Qin came closer, he rounded the snake sword, and swept it over like a big sword. While! The bent depression of the snake sword happened to be stuck in the blade of the Qingmeng knife. Dai Qin was about to swing the knife again, but the Cult Pope flipped his wrist, and a force comparable to that of a flood beast swept up along the Qingmeng knife in an instant.

Discarding knives? Without a sword, Dai Qin is certainly not an opponent of the cult pope.

Hard resistance? Relying on his own cultivation alone, he is definitely not an opponent of the Cult Pope.

Dai Qin had no choice but to let go, and took out a Qingmeng dagger from his waist and stabbed it fiercely into the lower abdomen of the Cult Pope. The Cult Emperor swept the snake sword again, and the Qingmeng knife sandwiched in the depression actually came out of the sword like an arrow, and shot at the Cult Emperor.

It's all weird, weird, weird.

Burst! Dai Qin never dreamed that this would be the case, he was stabbed. His Qingmeng knife pierced his own body. And at this moment, the Qingmeng dagger in Dai Qin's hand was less than two inches away from the evil pope's chest. Then he saw his body farther and farther away, farther and farther away.

His neck was actually severed by the sword of the Cult Pope.

Fly, fly again.

Dai Qin saw a stream of bloody arrows burst out of his neck. Eventually, his head fell to the ground, and his bones went far away. Dai Qin, who finally lost his human consciousness, followed Zhana like this.

One punch, one sword, killed Zana.

One sword, another sword, and killed Dai Qin again.

The yellow sand waves have been crisscrossing the Qingmeng grassland for so many years, what kind of strange and strange have you not seen, and what kind of ups and downs have you not experienced? At this moment, he really frightened the Cult Pope, and stammered and asked, "You...... What kind of sword are you using? ”

"Bloodthirsty Sword!" The Cult Emperor's eyes when he looked at this sword also revealed a trace of reverence, and he said proudly: "This sword is a holy artifact that can devour people's blood. ”

"Huh?"

How can people survive once there is no blood? Huang Shalang suddenly shouted: "Kill, kill them for me, avenge Dai Qin and Zhana, rush!" ”

These Qingmeng iron horsemen were able to come to their senses, and one by one they grabbed their sabers and pounced on the Cult Emperor. As for Huang Shalang, he turned his head and ran without any hesitation.

The Cult Pope smashed over a horse with one punch, which was extremely lethal. But now it is a situation of group fighting, Lin Kuotai also shouted, and Dafan, Lin Xiongzi, Lei Yaoyang, Toure and others all rushed forward. This is simply a massacre, these Qingmeng iron horsemen have already been frightened, where can they withstand the attack of Dafan, Lin Xiongzi and others.

One by one, they tumbled off their horses and fell in pools of blood.

Lin Kuotai didn't rush up, he whipped his horse to chase the yellow sand waves.

One escapes, the other chases.

Both of them have been in the Qingmeng Prairie for most of their lives, and their riding skills are very exquisite. After running like this for a while, there was a white expanse all around, and there was not even a shadow of a person in sight.

The more he ran, the more angry and annoyed Huang Shalang's heart became.

In the Qingmeng prairie, who doesn't know the yellow sand waves of "yellow sand rolling up a thousand waves"? Before, when others heard his name, they would be frightened and run away. But now, he actually let Lin Kuotai chase and kill him like a lost dog, which is really embarrassing and thrown to his grandmother's house.

Without Huo Qing, Huang Laoxie and others here, is he still afraid of Lin Kuotai? The moment Huang Shalang was so slightly distracted, he felt a gust of wind coming. This is completely a natural reaction under the danger for a long time, Huang Shalang turned over one by one, and his body was attached to the horse's belly, which was able to avoid this arrow.

"Lin Kuotai......" Huang Shalang reined in his war horse, stared at Lin Kuotai who rushed up, and shouted: "You have a kind of throwing away the bow and arrow, let's fight alone." ”

"Heads-up? Haha, do you think I'm going to be scared of you? Lin Kuotai laughed, put his bow and arrow on the horse's back, he grabbed the Qingmeng knife, jumped into the snow, and shouted, "Come." ”

"You're looking for death!"

Huang Shalang also turned over and jumped off the war horse, grabbed the long sword, and pounced on Lin Kuotai.

Lin Kotai took off the Qingmeng knife upside down, and the tip of the knife drew a long straight line on the snow. When he got closer, Qingmeng Dao picked up a cloud of dead grass and snowflakes and flew towards the yellow sand waves. This must not be able to hurt Huang Shalang, just to fascinate Huang Shalang's eyes.

For most of his life, Huang Shalang has lived a life of licking blood from the knife edge, coming in life and going in death, and has experienced too much. He closed his eyes, didn't even look at it, and slashed Lin Kuotai's lower abdomen with a backhand sword.

This knife, even if Lin Kuotai can split Huang Shalang in half, Huang Shalang can also open Lin Kuotai's intestines.

Fight for your life!

"It's so ruthless!"

Lin Kuotai drank loudly, his body deviated to the side, and the yellow sand wave took advantage of the situation, and the long sword was like a long stream in the East China Sea, launching a continuous offensive. A sword is as fast as a sword, and a sword is as tight as a sword. In itself, what Huang Shalang is good at is this kind of fast sword, fast, no matter how fast, he can't wait to pierce Lin Kuotai's body with a sword.

While! While! While!

Lin Kuotai continuously blocked Huang Shalang's offensive, but had to retreat. This made him secretly bitter in his heart, in terms of cultivation, the two of them were not too different. However, he is now using his own shortcomings to attack Huang Shalang's strengths, and he must have suffered a loss.

One is good at opening and closing, and the other is good at fast swords, who is more powerful?

Snort, Lin Kuotai's lower abdomen let the long sword open a hole, and blood immediately flowed out. This trace of pain also aroused the anger in Lin Kuotai's heart, he gritted his teeth violently, and didn't even look at the long sword stabbed by Huang Shalang, and slashed it out with a single sword.

Again, fight for your life!

A cruel smile flashed at the corner of Huang Shalang's mouth, but he didn't dodge or dodge, and the long sword stabbed forward again.

The brave wins when they meet on a narrow road, and now it depends on who is more ruthless.

He didn't evade, and Lin Kuotai didn't evade, the two of them just stabbed me, I stabbed you, and killed each other. Just when the blade was less than two inches away from Huang Shalang's head, the tip of Huang Shalang's sword had already stabbed Lin Kuotai's chest. As long as he went two inches further, he could pierce Lin Kotai's heart. However, Huang Salang is bound to let Lin Kuotai kill him.

Bastard!

Huang Shalang finally gave up the offensive and took two steps back.

"Haha, Huang Shalang, are you so afraid of death?"

Lin Kuotai immediately swung his knife and launched an offensive, slashing one by one. There are no fancy moves, just sweeps, vertical slashes, and diagonal slashes...... With such a simple move, Huang Shalang was stunned and fell backwards.

In terms of weapons, the Qingmeng knife is definitely heavier than the long sword, and it is more conducive to slashing.

Hit hard, Huang Shalang couldn't knock Lin Kuotai at all. If he wanted to fight back, Lin Kuotai didn't even look at it, just blindly slashed and killed, vowing to cut him into two pieces. This is clearly a way of killing 1,000 enemies and losing 800 yourself. On the contrary, it worked very well for Huang Shalang, because he was very sorry for his life.

A knife, a knife.

One step, one step.

The two men were on the snow, drawing a long straight line. The more Lin Kuotai fought, the more he fought, the more aggrieved Huang Shalang became, and he felt that he was constrained, and he had an urge to vomit blood.