The sword qi was like ice, and with just one wave, it had already forced fifteen people back fifteen zhang, and the white qi wave was tumbling rapidly, and the sound rose to the sky.

But Yan Hong didn't chase after him, but stopped and said calmly.

It's a pity. Yan Hong shook his head lightly, "You chose to come today to prove that your master is a caring person and knows that I am happy today, so I want to give me a big gift." ”

"It's a pity that your strength is too poor, fifteen people, two of them were abolished by me, you and Yunhu are also scarred, do you think the remaining eleven people can do anything?" Yan Hong stood solemnly with his sword and asked with a chuckle.

Long Feng slashed the iron nail railway: "I can't kill you, but it can also make you miserable." ”

"Really?" Yan Hong looked at the fifteen people in front of him who were either dead or disabled, and then looked intently at the two leaders of Yunhu and Long Feng, and nodded: "Maybe it's really as Your Excellency said, but do you think that my woman will be controlled by you?" ”

"What?" Long Feng was stunned, "You! I have known it for a long time. ”

"What's so difficult about this, you just think that if today's thing doesn't work out, you will use my wives as bargaining chips to blackmail me, right?" Yan Hong's long sword shook, and a fine light flashed, obviously angry in his heart.

Suddenly, the cold light was shining, the strong wind exploded, Yan Hong and Long Feng came and went again, and the killing was inseparable.

The two of them cultivated like clouds, but Long Feng never understood why Yan Hong had room for it, one had a sword in his hand, and the superior swordsmanship was used, and the other was unparalleled in swordsmanship, with rich experience, and for a while, he was also holding each other.

Time passed slowly in the battle between the two, I don't know how long it took, the moonlight was getting darker, the clouds were getting thicker, a trace of oppressive breath was born in the sky, the autumn wind seemed to be more biting, Duanmu Rong on the side looked up at the sky, and seemed to be able to feel a trace of loose water vapor. An autumn rain is brewing.

On the hillside, a black shadow fell, looking at Yan Hong in the fierce battle, his expression was inexplicable, the wide black cloak was slightly open, among the gray hood, no one saw his eyes, his left hand was raised slightly, and in the dark night, he seemed to be holding a small mechanism in his hand. Aimed in the direction of Yan Hong.

The battle between the two is also coming to an end. Whether it is Tianlong Feng or Yunhu, or the remaining ten at this moment, the physical and mental strength are close to the limit, and it is difficult to continue.

"Ascend to the emperor, who is still the way?"

Yan Hong stabbed out with a sword, the cold light reflected the snow, and the sword aura was clear, but compared to the momentum of changing the sky and the earth before, it was obviously more than a step ahead.

Then. Yan Hong's style of white rainbow runs through the sun, and there is no subtle and mysterious artistic conception before.

Clang...... Snort, snort!

The figure flashed. The swords and shadows struck each other, staggered, and between the lightning and flint, the two exchanged directions. At the same time, there was an extra wound on his body, which made the already dirty and ragged clothes go further on the road to the strips of cloth.

"Hah...... Ha...... Ha ......"

Heavy wheezing echoed across the quiet bricks, and hands and feet trembled unconsciously and slightly. The green tendons on the surface of the skin coiled and protruded like tree roots, and the beads of sweat the size of beans were hot like boiling, sliding down from the sweaty tips and sticky foreheads, dripping like rain, smashing shallow pits on the ground under their feet.

Exhausted and wounded, even the eyelids seemed to weigh as much as a thousand pounds, falling straight down. A deep feeling of powerlessness seeped into every muscle, every finger, like mercury, as if as soon as it relaxed, it would immediately fall into the dark abyss and pass out.

But even so, they still relied on their steely willpower to support their bodies and stand as straight as swords.

After resting for a while, the two finally turned around slowly, and once again stabbed the ground with their swords, their eyes met, and they stood against each other.

They were full of exhaustion and embarrassment, but only a pair of eyes were as clear as ever, still shining.

"This is the last ......"

Yunhu's dry mouth was miraged, and he wanted to speak, but no sound came out. But Long Feng on the other side understood what he meant and nodded slightly.

Then, the twelve slowly raised their swords like old men about to decay, and froze in the cold wind of dusk.

They are accumulating strength, they want to completely squeeze out the little bit of energy left in their bodies, absorb it all, and then burn it out, so that it will become the nourishment that drives the sword blade in their hands, so that what is likely to be the last explosion in their lives can be the most perfect bloom!

Time flowed quietly, and there was no murmur on this slope except for the whisper of the wind and the breath of people.

When dark clouds cover the earth, when the sky becomes dark, when the day and night turn, when the last rays of sunlight are cut off by the horizon, the "statues" in the night land finally move slowly.

Squeak, squeak, squeak......

Everyone walked towards each other, stepping on the ground in the silence of the night.

At first, their steps were small, light, slow, as if afraid of awakening some monster that had been sleeping in the night, but in a matter of moments they quickened, accelerated, accelerated, accelerated, and quickened, and in the blink of an eye, the rhythm suddenly changed from warm day and wind to thunderstorm.

The sound of hurried and heavy footsteps sounded clearly on the snow slope, and they exploded one after another, as if the sound wave circle after the thunder broke out, shattering the silence of the night.

At this moment, there was only one voice between heaven and earth, as if the whole world was shaking and trembling with the footsteps of the two of them.

Bang bang......

Blood-colored lotus blossoms exploded at the feet of the two of them alternately, and they turned into shadows, charging against the wind, their scattered hair and the strips of cloth on their robes flying backwards one after another, like long fluttering on a windward battle flag.

"A sword, earth-shattering!"

In the end, the decisive move, Long Feng did not use the tricks of the Imperial Sword Pavilion, but used the swordsmanship created by his master.

Rumble!

The ground trembled, and a huge snowflake splashed behind him, and he shot out in a barely visible shadow.

In the next moment, it was like an epiphany, and I saw a dazzling sword flash, and an incomparably clear and eye-catching silver light suddenly lit up between the dark heaven and earth, penetrating the space between Tianming and Gai Nie, connecting the place where the two of them were.

At the same time, the Shocking Sword in Yan Hong's hand was also like a black dragon soaring into the abyss, with scales and claws flying, shooting out of the air.

That's a hundred-step flying sword! The famous stunt of the Guigu Zongheng family!

Bang!!!

But in an instant, the tip of the sword struck with the tip of the sword and slammed into each other.

Yan Hong has only one person, and there are still twelve people left on the other side, Yan Hong's long sword is in the air, but those twelve people are closely connected to the internal force, and the internal force of the twelve people is infused into the meridians of Long Feng alone.

Like a torrent rolling in, on the wedding night, Yan Hong had a solemn expression!

Suddenly, the world seemed to freeze, and two swords froze in the air, one person and one sword on one side, and twelve people with one sword on the other!

The next moment, the furious and mighty energy exploded from the opposite side of the sword like a tidal wave, turning into an invincible storm that swept in all directions, blowing tidbits within a radius of tens of meters into the night sky, revealing a pale Jedi.

Rumble!

The sword qi soared into the sky, and it exploded with a bang, and the clumps of snow were torn apart by the overflowing strong wind, like clusters of snow-white fluff fluttering and scattering in the night sky, slowly falling to the earth. (To be continued......)

PS:Vomiting and diarrhea completed this chapter of severe cold.,If it's not well written, please spray me as much as you like.,If there is a travel plan for the National Day, then it's not even more.