The red sun is scorching like fire, and the underground plate is a meat strip.

Song Qiao complained in his heart, but he thought he was hidden, opened his eyes a slit, and quietly watched the movement in front of him.

Regarding Yang Jun's ferocity, he has a deeper understanding than Yin Jinli.

Who let it be not Yin Jinli who was beaten to a broken bone in the first place, but he Song Qiao?

At the beginning, it was just when Dajin River forced Yang Jun into the water and fell into his hands, he broke his leg bone in two strokes, which was really ruthless and accurate.

can listen to Yang Jun's tone today, he is ready to settle the general account.

How do you calculate it?

The culprit is Yin Jinli. Song Qiao was not ready to stand up at this time and loyally defend what Yin and Yang Gongzi were.

Yin Jinli obviously knew that it was not easy to escape today, but his face was panicked, but he also stood down opposite Yang Jun, holding the sword in his right hand, squeezing it tightly, the green tendons were violent, and the left hand hidden behind his back couldn't stop trembling a little.

To tell the truth, Yang Jun kicked and kicked, so that Yin Jinli, who had been tortured by thousands of miles of yellow sand, was already on the verge of collapse.

At this point, however, the desire to survive prevailed. He knew that the three people in front of him were surrounded in a zigzag shape, and he couldn't escape even if he had wings, but as far as he was concerned, the only one who had a life-and-death feud was Yang Jun.

Only when the Jedi counterattacks and defeats Yang Jun will there be the possibility of getting rid of Gu Jiuxin and quietly. Otherwise......

No, there is no other possibility!

Yin Jinli's expression was cold, his right hand holding the hilt of the sword was tense, the muscles on his arm were bulging, and the expression on his disfigured face looked more and more hideous.

Yang Jun on the opposite side is much lighter.

He stood on the top of the sand dune, holding a knife in his right hand, and as soon as the ape arm was unfolded, it was raised slightly, and the tip of the ten thousand butcher knife pointed at the ground.

The dark blade, the shining silver blade, and the cold were cold, and suddenly an invisible condensation aura was drawn around, making the temperature of the thousands of miles of yellow sand and the red ground like a soldering iron also drop.

Yang Jun's eyes froze, without sadness or joy, looking at Yin Jinli's gaze, it was like looking at the endless wilderness and sand, without a little temperature.

Yin Jinli really didn't think about Yang Jun's combat power? Not really.

He still understands the truth of knowing himself and knowing his opponent and not being defeated in a hundred battles. It's just that Yang Jun clearly looked unkind, so he had to fight against the water.

The question in front of Yin Jinli is not victory or defeat, but life and death.

Will this battle be lost? Yin Jin didn't believe in this evil, and he didn't want to believe in this evil.

Fortunately, the belt is still on the body, and there are still magic weapons to use. Yin Jin's chest rose and fell heavily, and his belt was not blown away by the cold wind last night, this is the will of heaven!

Heaven is not endless!

Zheng –

The silver sword was unsheathed, and it let out a pleasant long roar, like a phoenix crying dew, and the sound was far away.

Where the long sword pointed, a deep ditch was cut in the middle, and the scorching yellow sand was like a wave broken by the bow of a ship, summoned by the sword qi, and roared towards Yang Jun.

A lot of sand particles splashed, and the head and face hit Song Qiao, who pretended to be dead.

Song Qiao scolded secretly in his heart, but he also groaned and got up from the ground.

When he was holding his waist to hide to the side, he met Yang Jun's gaze, and Song Qiao was suddenly shocked. Those eyes were as black as ink, but they shone like starlight, and most importantly, there was a trace of clarity under the eyes, which made Song Qiao suspect that his form had been seen through by him.

Song Qiao's heart was worried, his face changed, but he suddenly showed a hint of joy. - Wouldn't it be better if Chu Ke saw through his purpose?

Anyway, he is not the first evil, he has the head of the debt and the owner, and he has something to do with Yin Jinli to take revenge, and he has nothing to do with him. Song Qiao thought for a moment in his heart, and his movements dodged a few points without being stagnant at all. Not only did he not show a trace of the attitude of stepping forward to help, but he also thought about how he could further draw a line with Yin Jinli!

Yang Jun just glanced coldly at Song Qiao, then turned his eyes to Yin Jinli, who was swinging his sword and going straight.

Song Qiao had clearly woken up just now, but he was reluctant to open his eyes, so Yang Jun had a glimpse of his thoughts. With the mentality of watching a good show, he didn't break it.

"Chu Ke, to hell with it!"

Yin Jinli's face was staggered, with traces of being scratched by the cold wind last night, abrasions and burns from rubbing on the sand, and scars from being stepped into the sand by Yang Jun just now, and the wounds burst and added.

The blood flowed out and quickly dried up and coagulated under the scorching light and red sand, and the whole face was tense.

The long sword in his hand shone with silver light, reflecting his crazy eyes, and then pointed directly at Yang Jun's chest.

Yang Jun looked lazy, raised his eyelids slightly, seemed to glance inadvertently, looked at Yin Jinli's left hand that had not held the trick, but was on the belt, and pursed his lips disdainfully.

Fool it! Who still holds the waistband of their pants in one hand when they fight?

Besides, just now, Yin Jinli shot out two long needles from the golden belt that was so bright that he was blind, when he was blind or mentally retarded, couldn't he see and remember?

However, the sword that was taken out by Yin Jinli at this time was indeed good.

Yang Jun's gaze turned and fell on the silver glittering cold sword.

Unsheathed out, Zheng Ming recalled, ten thousand streamers, such as starlight leaking to the ground, waterfalls thousands of feet, silver light flowing, cold forest, good sword!

Such a sword may also be very easy to fight for in Shengzhou. However, Yang Jun is accustomed to using a knife, and it is a big knife weighing more than 3,000 catties like the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife, and he is only happy with this sword.

He tapped his fingers on the ten thousand butcher knife, and said in his heart, old man, I will give you a plate of side dishes today to give you an appetizer. The green jade-colored aura instantly poured into the hilt of the knife that was as smooth as white jade.

Buzz –

Yang Jun's arm shook, and the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife suddenly rose from the ground, emitting a buzzing sound, like a long howl, and like a deep groan.

The dark blade of the sword, dark and heavy like endless night, the distant sky behind the galaxy, boundless, deep and soul-taking.

At the very front, an arc-shaped white light, with the brightest and most terrifying light, like lightning, descended from the dark sky to the vast earth, galloping, in the yellow sand in the sky, towards Yin Jinli and flew away.

In mid-air, Yang Jun's wrist turned slightly, and a few bits of spiritual light flashed like stars, and like meteors were fleeting, like a clear spring, flowing through the handle of the white jade-like knife, and disappeared into the black knife body.

With a tremor that only he could feel, a line of red light sprouted from the hilt of the sword, like a vine, climbing and moving forward, spreading to the entire blade.

The mysterious patterns, the lines that disappeared after a flash, and a breath from the wilderness and antiquity, diffused in this seemingly unchanged sandy field.

Dementor Seal!

Yang Jun grinned, and a ray of light crossed his eyes. It is self-confidence, determination, and the calmness of everything in the palm of your hand.

Yin Jin looked closer and closer to Yang Jun, and a smile appeared on his face. When you're ready to eat, it's time to serve it on the table! Dead boy, enjoy!

The left hand on the belt moved slightly, and pressed the bracket on the belt.

Silently, tens of thousands of cold rays shot out from Yin Jinli's waist, mixed in the long yellow sand, and all of them swarmed towards Yang Jun.

"Hahaha, the cold stars are ten thousand points," Yin Jin shouted loudly as if he was crazy, "Chu Ke, suffer death!" ”

Gu Jiuxin changed color slightly, his eyes were quietly round, and he all looked at Yang Jun who was pointed at by the Ten Thousand Points Cold Needle.

"Ten thousand cold stars?"

However, when he saw the long needle as thin as a cow's hair, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief and said peacefully: "The heat is still far away!" ”

Gu Jiuxin also glanced at Jing quietly at the same time, although he didn't hear her speak, but when he saw her calm appearance, his expression also returned to indifference.

The cold star is a first-class secret weapon, which is produced by the Jing family, and it doesn't hurt to say quietly, so naturally there is no need to worry.

The scorching sun shines brightly, and the chill penetrates the yellow sand.

Light and darkness go hand in hand, cold and heat are intertwined.

Ten thousand cold stars, just like the vast universe full of stars, shrouded Yang Jun's figure, yellow sand and cold light danced together, in the flickering cold light, it was impossible to distinguish where is the sand and where is the needle.

Yin Jinli smiled smugly.

What about hidden weapons? In order to win, you can do whatever it takes, let alone life and death?

All the long needles are quenched with poison, even if they can't kill Yang Jun immediately, they can also make him temporarily incapacitated, and at worst, he can get out immediately.

Yang Jun didn't see any panic, and looking at Yin Jinli's eyes was like looking at a big sweet potato, with a face full of indifference. Thought I didn't know he would use a secret weapon, idiot!

The raised arm was resolutely lowered, and the light of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife rose sharply, and then it slashed down violently.

The black and white sword light instantly dimmed the blazing sunlight. In the midst of the wind, a more majestic aura than usual swept out in an instant.

The long yellow sand retreated, and the cold stars dodged. The place where the ten thousand butcher knives passed, like the eye of a hurricane, was empty, and the surrounding sand danced and the cold and chaotic were calm.

But beyond the blade, there is a mess. The splashed yellow sand even blocked the scorching sun, making people's vision dim, and the figures in the battle circle were blurred.

Quietly put his hands on the pergola, stretched his neck to look into the yellow sand.

Zheng!

There was a crunch.

Ten thousand butcher knives came first, no, not knives, just a bright blade.

Under the blazing light, a circle of light with a diameter of more than two zhang was blurred, and a colorful halo stabbed Yin Jinli's eyes.

Yin Jinli, who was in the game, couldn't see the situation of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife at all, but Song Qiao, who was standing outside the circle, had everything in his sights.

The aperture of more than two zhang wide, the outermost layer was a thin ring of red light, which exploded like a majestic explosion wave, and was the first to hit the silver light on Yin Jinli's long sword.

At the same time, countless cold rays flew away, and sporadic light appeared in Song Qiao's eyes.

Quenching the poisonous cold star!

Without thinking, he ignored the hot yellow sand on the ground, and immediately fell down to dodge, but he raised his head and refused to miss even a moment.

The blade touched the blade, and at that moment, the red light skyrocketed, and the silver light weakened. Yin Jinli's three-foot Qingfeng long sword instantly dimmed, showing a gray defeat.

And Yin Jinli didn't know it, he held his sword and pounced towards the blazing circle of light, looking like a moth pounced on the firelight.

Song Qiao even saw that a few upside-down cold rays drilled into Yin Jinli's body, but Yin Jinli's figure continued to move forward as if he was unconscious.

Finally, with a clanging sound, the light of the silver sword completely dimmed, and the cold light of the three-foot Qingfeng was annihilated, and it was suddenly like a gray stone, and there were even a few cracks on the sword body.

Immediately after, the rift crumbled bigger and longer, twisting like a terrifying serpent and spreading at an astonishing speed.

Finally, the edge of the rift approached the hilt of the sword. Hearing only a muffled sound of "bang", the sword body was torn apart, and the three-foot Qingfeng, which had been chilling before, shattered like crispy sandstone.

The hilt of the sword shattered, Yin Jinli's right hand holding the sword was shocked, the blood flowed, and the whole person seemed to have been drained of his spirit in an instant, and his feet were soft like losing his strength, and he fell to the ground half-kneeling.

He raised his head and stared at Yang Jun with some confusion. The poison in the cold star ten thousand points made his movements a little sluggish, but Yin Jinli seemed to have stopped turning his head, and his expression was sluggish.

What a similar moment! Song Qiao's mouth opened wide.

On the gimbal, Yang Jun shocked Chu Yi with a knife, and the winner was already divided in the blink of an eye. I thought it was just a fluke, but now it seems to be ......

Song Qiao's throat rolled hard, his lips burst and peeled due to lack of water, his throat was not much better, and his mouth was as uncomfortable as someone stuffed with a handful of hot sand. This simple action had already made him frown in pain.

Once can be an accident, it can be a fluke, it can be luck, but what about two, three times?

Chu Ke has really changed his face and been reborn!

Thinking of the things he had done to Chu Ke with Cheng Xu and Zhang Yang, Song Qiao couldn't care about the sore throat, and he could barely secrete saliva in his mouth, but still swallowed.

Now, is it too late to do something about it?

Song Qiao had already broken a bone in Yang Jun's hand once, and he didn't want to feel the same pain again. But compared to losing his life, of course, he would rather break his bones than break his tendons, even if his limbs are broken, don't lose his life!

Obviously it was the red sun and the yellow sand, and the surroundings were like ovens, but Song Qiao's whole person was like a sifting chaff, trembling, trembling hands and feet, and feeling swaying and spinning on his stomach.

Damn the sky, you shouldn't have been blind to such a bad star in the first place! Song Qiao couldn't regret it.

Yang Jun didn't exert any force, the blade only collided with the long sword in Yin Jinli's hand, and he felt a tremor coming from the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife, and the corner of his eye saw that the handle of the knife flashed like a light tube with the power turned on, and he withdrew his hand.

The eyebrows were raised, the corners of his mouth were smiling, but the look in his eyes was indifferent to Yin Jinli.

Yang Jun stood there and didn't make a move, which made Jing quietly look a little suspicious.

Gu Jiuxin's eyebrows froze, his eyes flashed slightly, his eyes swept around, as if he thought of something, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Qiao seemed to forget that the yellow sand was still hot under him, and stared at Yang Jun.

What will he do with Yin Jinli?

Can you still escape?

Just as he was in a trance thinking about his fate, Yang Jun finally moved—he took a step forward.

A one-foot stride is not big or small, but in terms of the distance between the two people, it is only a small step.

But at the same time as Yang Jun's heels hit the ground, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Wait!"

Yang Jun tilted his head slightly to the right, and a trace of coldness crossed his eyes: "You finally appeared." (To be continued.) )