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Huo Du met Yang Guo.

Yang Guo is surrounded by Xiaolongnu, Xiaoxianger and Huang Rong.

Huo Du's hideous face was ugly.

An old fan of metal, open up.

The fan is still the same, but the person is not the handsome prince he once was.

Shaking the fan: "Yang Guo, leave the Huang gang leader and that girl, you can get out." ”

Xiaolongnu didn't protect Yang Guo anymore, and waited quietly behind Yang Guo.

Only Guo Xiang was unusual, tugging at Yang Guo's sleeve and said: "Big brother, it's him who is a bad guy who brings disaster to the country and the people." The childishness on the little girl's face did not subside, but behind Yang Guo, she pointed at Huo Du: "Big villain, you met my eldest brother Yang Guo, the greatest Condor Man on the rivers and lakes." ”

Huang Rong looked nervous, she didn't know how strong her strength was, but Huo Du's martial arts were progressing rapidly, and she couldn't whisper with the past. Seeing Guo Xiang's abnormal expression, she only thought that her daughter had met Yang Guo, who had a good impression.

Yang Guo should have found a clue, but what could be wrong with such a cute little Xiang'er.

It's just that he hopes to help Da Song get rid of the head of the national teacher.

The Xuantie heavy sword behind Yang Guo showed up.

It looks ugly, but it exudes this strange luster. The faint red light couldn't tell whether it was the luster of the sword or Yang Guo's anger.

Huo Du put away his fan, his eyes indifferent. With his mouth open: "I don't like to kill." ”

Yang Guo also doesn't like to kill, but once he has this desire. Hope. You have to kill someone.

Self-confidence is often the calm that a person cannot break through.

Huo Du thought that after he had achieved something in his studies, he would no longer be able to take a small step forward.

Just because Huo Du thinks that he has achieved something in his studies, he is naturally empty-eyed.

If his arrogant tone and flamboyant personality weren't for his peerless martial arts, he wouldn't know how many times he died.

"As you walk all the way, the white grass withers, and your internal strength has exceeded the realm of martial arts." Huo Du could see that Yang Guo's internal strength was strong, but his self-confidence no longer allowed him to believe that there was anyone else in this world who could compare with him.

Five years ago, when Huo Du reached the eleventh layer, his powerful internal force was comparable to the protective body qi, and even when he was cultivating his internal force, he was not worried about an outsider's sneak attack.

This layer of protective qi alone is enough to shatter the marble, let alone the world.

The Guo Daxia known to the world, the famous golden sword and horse back then, Guo Jing, with many so-called famous factions in the Central Plains martial arts, couldn't trap Huo Du?

What is the eighteen palms of the dragon, what is the dog-beating stick method, what is the yang finger, in the face of the peerless power, it is useless.

Huo Du has two hundred years of skill, and his strength is far beyond that of Guo Jing and others, just like Yeluqi's fifteen palms of dragon descending can't beat the Shaolin abbot's Shaolin long fist at all.

Moves are important, but more important is internal force.

The highest level of the Prajna Dragon Elephant Skill and the pinnacle of many martial arts are the same.

Huo Du couldn't see Yang Guo's strength clearly, maybe it was unfair to Huo Du to say this. In Huo Du's eyes, Yang Guo was disdainful, and he was conceited to the realm of contempt.

An iron fan in the hand is a habit.

Huo Du's steps were heavy, leaving deep footprints on the dirt road one by one.

This is not difficult at all, many people can do it, the only difference is that Huo Du's footprints emitted a trace of black smoke, swirling in the footprints.

This is a kind of internal strength cohesion.

If gathering qi into a blade is a realm, then Huo Du is also this realm.

Guo Jing's eighteen palms of dragon descending, in front of the eleventh layer of the dragon elephant prajna gong, just walked a face.

Guo Jing was defeated.

Nothing is useless in the face of absolute power.

Ten dragons and ten elephants are a bit exaggerated, but this kind of power is by no means comparable to human power.

The little dragon girl, who had been indifferent, just glanced at Huang Rong and changed.

In the past, he generally fluttered to Yang Guo's side: "Guo'er, whether it is the rivers and lakes, or the rivers and mountains, I don't like such disputes." ”

Looking at Huo Du squarely, he smiled: "Your Excellency's martial arts are really extraordinary, and it is faintly beyond the peak of martial arts. ”

Huo Du said: "I have already broken through the peak for many years, and your Uncle Guo, who was the golden knife and horse in the past, can't walk under my hands, what are you talking to me about?" ”

Yang Guo's sword was raised and slashed again.

A rise and fall, Huo Du didn't have time to say anything.

It was a crushing force.

The sword qi of the sword blade was all torn countless small sword blades, arranged and combined in an orderly manner.

The moment it was chopped.

There was no sound.

Except for the sword qi breaking through the air and the condensation of the sword qi, and the sense of grinding flesh and tearing crisscrossed by the sword qi, there was nothing.

Which one, it seems to be a blood-promoting rose.

A good person, under the dark shadow, crashed and flew up, bursting in the air.

The bright red balloons burst one after another, and the small flowers burst one after another, which are slightly different from the fireworks. The main thing is that such blood-blooming flowers, which come with bone meal and minced meat, are scattered on the ground and become fertilizer.

No one could have imagined or could believe that Yang Guo's kung fu was so powerful.

This sword does not belong to the world anymore.

It can be called a sword that destroys the world.

But this sword, and this sword, is not a heavy sword, nor is it a lonely sword.

It's a sword move of a hundred damage Dao people.

The battle of the Hundred Damage Dao people really seemed to be a dream, a dream that everyone had together.

Yang Guo held the sword in his hand, and only when someone died, he would feel that he was still alive.

The Hundred Losses Daoist is an old monster, an old monster who has lived for more than a hundred years.

He said that he was immortal, and he said many things that Yang Guo couldn't believe, but he couldn't be sure of.

The Taoist said: "What are the people of the world practicing martial arts for? Is it really to hoe the strong and help the weak to protect the family and defend the country? No kidding, if there is a kind of exercise that can make the world immortal, do you think the Nine Yin True Scripture can still cause a sensation in martial arts? Do you think you are working together to get rid of me for the sake of heaven? ”

Baiyi Taoist also said: "He hopes that he will live well, and the people around him will be happy, as for what does others have to do with him?" In the long years, the vicissitudes and loneliness experienced by the Taoists, such a hundred years, too much loneliness, has made him numb a lot. ”

His only hope for survival was that he would be happy.

So much so that his pleasure has begun to become deformed.

His happiness is not the happiness of ordinary people.

His happiness is the excitement of being stimulated.

Such stimulation is often not tolerated by the world.