Mengyu Hanhai hurriedly blocked it with the hydra staff, and the sharp tip of the sword collided with the snake's head with a "pop". The cyan flame spat out of the snake's mouth www.biquge.info the cyan flame calcined the golden silk soft sword as thin as the wings of a cicada.

The metal blade emitted a scorching heat.

If a sword fails, Huangfu Qingtian will hit another sword.

The soft sword that shimmers with golden light meanders and swims, like the softest water, pervasive.

Mengyu Hanhai bent over and turned around, avoiding it in a thrilling way, but the long hair that fell down his shoulders was not so lucky.

"Whew!"

A faint, somewhat piercing sound was heard.

Immediately after, the hanging hair next to Mengyu Hanhai's left side of his face was cut off in unison, and the hair was light and floated in a scattered arc in the air.

The sacred national teacher of the first dynasty, and his shawl and loose hairstyle are his trademark. It's a pity that I've kept my hairstyle for half my life, and now I'm forced to change my style, with a long shawl and short ears on the other, which is also chic and novel.

Mengyu Hanhai suddenly felt ashamed, almost angry and angry, and yelled: "It's too much to bully!" ”

The roar was like thunder, shaking the mountains and rivers.

As the end fell, he swung his staff and struck it, and the fire-breathing hydra conjured up countless tongues of fire that were indistinguishable from reality, and the dark cyan fire drew an elliptical floating arc around the air.

In an instant, the flames flew out, surrounding the Emperor Fu Qingtian.

Under the control of Huangfu Qingtian's lightning speed, the snake's golden silk soft sword instantly increased its speed, causing the cold and frozen qi to swim in all directions, gathering cold qi on the blade of the sword, making the thin sword suddenly expand, and if the flying dragon soared into the sky, it was unstoppable.

The flames that had surrounded him were swallowed by the dragon in an instant.

The hand holding the sword flipped neatly, and the sword qi cut through the flames, sprinkling thousands of fires out of thin air.

Seeing that his fire formation was broken, Mengyu Hanhai struggled to throw the Hydra staff upward. The snake staff immediately jumped into the air, and he used both palms to lift the snake staff to hang high in the air with his deep internal force.

Then, his lips opened and closed, and a long string of enchanted flames condensed into characters poured out of his mouth.

The hydra staff in the sky was pulled by the charm of the spell, and the snake's mouth spit out tens of thousands of flame flying knives, tangible and incorporeal, like a broken bamboo, like a bamboo forest through the rain, sprinkled out of thin air.

The flying knives are too dense, and Huangfu Qingtian can block the front, but he can't block the back, and it is difficult to take care of the left and right places. Inevitably injured by the fire knife, he had to accept the golden silk soft sword, gather the form with cold air, and summon the seven-stringed cold harp.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng ......"

The ice-white invisible qin, under the plucking of the slender fingers of Huangfu Qingtian, emits a pleasant note like a hollow valley orchid, which makes people can't help but fall into the notes and can't extricate themselves.

Even a seasoned person like Mengyu Hanhai was shocked by the sound of the piano, and he was momentarily stunned.

It was this moment of distraction that gave Huangfu Qingtian an opportunity to take advantage of.

But seeing it, Huangfu Qingtian's fingers flipped and the strings were plucked faster, and the seven-stringed cold qin immediately burst out of Senbai's ice blade, which was so hard and cold that it stabbed at Mengyu Hanhai's eyebrows with one sword.

Thanks to Mengyu Hanhai's timely response, he reached out and clamped it with two fingers, and successfully clamped the ice blade.

However, in this way, although he was not killed by the ice blade, he was injured by the freezing breath of the ice blade.

Fighting with Chi Ling'er before, he accidentally injured his right hand, and now his left hand is injured again, if he continues to fight like this, how can he have a chance of winning?

Thinking of this, he took a big mouth, swallowed back the spell talisman suspended in mid-air, flew up, stretched out his right hand, grabbed the Hydra staff and ran.