"Wang Deyu, since you insist on being an enemy of Yuan, let's fight!"

Yuan Shu snorted coldly, and with a flick of the hem of the clothes in his hand, the Chengying Sword, which had been polished, also spiraled like a silver snake and flew towards Wang Li. The expression on his face was solemn and solemn, and his expression was like a piece of ice that had not melted for thousands of years.

At this moment, he is no longer the son of a family full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, Yuan Highway, nor the prince who looks like a flattering businessman, nor is he the pseudo-emperor who holds millions of Li people in two states in his hands.

He is only the second sect leader of Taiping Dao and the first major sect in the world, Pope Kunlun!

Kunlun Mountain, the first sacred mountain in China, the ancestor of all mountains, is also the place where the Queen Mother of the West lives. Dongfang Shuo's "Divine Strange Sutra" said: Kunlun has a copper pillar, which is high to the sky, and the so-called heavenly pillar is also. Circumference of three thousand miles, the staff is like cutting, there is a house under the copper pillar, and the wall is a hundred zhang. As the so-called: Kunlun copper pillar is high and hidden, and the river is southeast by Jiuqu.

He is Kunlun, so his sword is as arrogant as Kunlun Mountain, and his swordsmanship is as high as Kunlun Mountain.

A sword out, a sword sounds.

His sword was originally the sword of the Son of Shang, but the Zhongxing sword in Wang Li's hand was also made by Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty. The two swords of the Son of Heaven were unsheathed, and ten thousand rays of light rose from the hands of the two, covering the moonlight in front of Fei Pavilion on the muddy water.

"Dang!"

A sound of Jin Ge shattered the tranquility of the muddy water, and the two rays of light suddenly gathered and suddenly bounced off and fell to the ground, rolling up the withered grass and fallen leaves in front of the pavilion and flying towards the two. Fallen leaves are like withered butterflies, and like golden light hovering in the air half a foot high, like small tornadoes, forming several large whirlpools in front of the two of them.

"Kill!"

Wang Li and Yuan Shu stood together, and Zhao Yun Guanhai, Zhou Cang, Huang Zhong and others were also not to be outdone, a silver gun, two long knives, and a blood drinking knife entered the crowd. Yuan Shu's generals Zhang Yan, Zuo Xiao, Yu Zhenggen, Li Damu and others jumped off their horses to join the battle either alone or two against one.

But there are still a few people in the field who have not made a move, their target is not Wang Li or the generals under Wang Li, their eyes have been on Cui Shi Niang and Dragon King Naga and others, of course they are Nanhua Zhenren and Wang Duan and others.

"Let's go, it's time for us to play!"

Nanhua Zhenren took off the armor on his body and the felt hat on his head, revealing a pale yellow feather coat, and greeted Wang Duan and the others beside him, with a wave of dust in his hand, a twist of his waist on the war horse, and the peng pounced on Cui Shi Niang like wings.

"Humph!"

Cui Shi Niang didn't move, dragon

But the king Naga Zhilou Ka had already moved.

Although he is a Buddhist Mahayana monk, he has taught countless people in his life, and has also translated countless scriptures. But right now, he's really angry.

Although Buddhism pays attention to the cultivation of the people, Buddhism not only has the compassion of the Bodhisattva, but also has the angry eyes of Vajra. Suppressing Buddhism destroyed Qianjitang, and even wanted to murder the remnants of Qianjitang, King Bishamen and His Royal Highness Emperor Shakti, which is unbearable. The Buddha said, "If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell."

Even if he kills all this anti-Buddhism alien today, what does it matter if he goes through the hell again?

Zhi Lou Jia let out a lion roar of Buddhism, and bursts of Sanskrit sound had broken through the air and entered the ears of Nanhua Zhenren. Nanhua Zhenren brushed the dust, changed his body shape, and strangled with the Zhilou Jiayu who came from the front.

However, Luo Hu Tang Zhou, Ma Yunlu and Zhi'er had already taken out the mad magic stick, ice spirit silver spear and seven-star sword in their hands and blocked them in front of Cui Shi Niang. Qianqian's hands have been transverse flute, Cui Shi Niang's mouth is lightly opened, and a tactful and sad flute sound faintly comes out from the transverse flute, and slowly spreads out in the air with the river breeze in front of the pavilion.

The sound of lapping on the shore became clearer, the moonlight was more confused, the night breeze was cooler, and the killing in front of Feiting became more and more intense.

The Jianghu rangers and generals brought by Yuan Shu have suffered a lot of casualties, Zuo Colonel's left arm is broken, Li Damu's legs are hung with colors, and some rangers have even returned to Huangquan to become a member of the underworld.

Zhao Yun, Huang Zhong and Guan Hai are as fierce and abnormal as the three tigers descending from the mountain, and these ordinary characters in the rivers and lakes or the army are not the opponents of the three of them at all. However, they were still gritting their teeth and insisting, and they were still staring closely at the battlefield of Yuan Shu and Wang Li.

Among their group, the veteran Nanhua real person is strong in martial arts, Wang Duan has a ruthless personality, and Zhang Yan is as light as a swallow. However, they all knew that it was not these three people who would decide the victory, but their lord, their sect leader Yuan Shu. If Yuan Shu wins, they win. If Yuan Shu is defeated, this battle may become the last battle of their lives.

Unfortunately, although they pinned their hopes on Yuan Shu, Yuan Shu's situation was not much better than theirs.

Gao is like Sun Zengyun: "A peak of jade cuts the Kunlun pillar, and a day of ice sandwiches Penglaique." "Wang Li is not as tall as a grandson, but he can also cut the Kunlun pillar with a peak of jade. Ever since he practiced the "Zhuangzi Heart Sutra" left to him by his cheap father Wang Yue, his martial arts have been as if he had opened a hanging, and Shibei should be impressed in three days.

Although Kunlun is exquisite, it is no longer a towering lonely peak, and there are still soars on the peak

The eagle soars thousands of miles, and there is also the snow flying in the sky. Wang Li is the eagle, the snow on the peak.

Yuan Shu is not dead yet, but it seems that there is only a bridge between him and the king of Hades, his right arm and chest have been stabbed twice by the Zhongxing sword, and he has even smelled the smell of death, as cold as the wind and snow on Kunlun Mountain.

His face was pale and weak, blood was pouring from his chest, and his breathing was getting heavier. He used all his strength to fly the sword like a rainbow, but he still slashed the Zhongxing sword in Wang Li's hand. He doesn't want to die yet, he still wants to dominate the country and educate the world, to paraphrase a common saying, he still has a lot to do.

It's a pity that Wang Li didn't give him a chance, even a chance to breathe. Therefore, he could only flee and flee to a place that Wang Li did not expect!

Yuan Shu gasped again, knowing that he couldn't wait any longer, the Chengying Sword in his hand rewound towards Wang Li in mid-air, but with one hand, he slammed on the boulder beside him, and rolled out of the range covered by the Zhongxing Sword with a bend and flick of his feet, and then flicked his sleeves and jumped a few times in succession, and landed steadily on a small boat in the heart of the Hushui River one hundred and ten meters away.

"Where to escape? Yuan Highway, aren't you going to break off your grudge with Wang? Wang Li let out a long roar, rushed to chase, and when he reached the river, his feet also flicked on the rocks, like a hunting falcon, rising into the sky and falling from the sky, and the Zhongxing sword in his hand brought wisps of murderous aura to Yuan Shu.

As soon as the sword was struck, the people were also in the air, and Yuan Shu staggered on the lonely boat, like a dying person who had been shuttling in the sand sea for several days, and had lost the camel team and the water source that sustained his life.

However, when the sword had just touched the edge of the Chengying Sword, Wang Li had already twisted his body and retreated, he went fast, and the retreat was faster, but he returned to the shore in the blink of an eye.

Turning into elbows and armpits, everyone was shocked, but Wang Li was in his heart, when he just soared on the surface of the river, in addition to the sound of the river undulating and lapping on the bank, he actually heard some noise mixed in with it.

It was faint, but he knew it was the sound of breathing!

This place is not far from Fei Ting, but a distance of one hundred and twenty or thirty steps, Zilong and Han Sheng have already cleaned up, there is nothing else except a lonely boat moored on the water, and they have been staring at the river here, and they have not found anything abnormal.

But now there is a lot more breathing here, where does it come from?