Qiu Manyu and Qiu Qianyu brothers swept out together, and the two short bodies were like two rainbow lights, which was the embodiment of the soaring speed.

The two Laoshan brothers, where they came from, and how they achieved this terrifying god-killing status, no one knows how to do it.

However, if forty or fifty years ago, when talking about the Laoshan brothers, it was enough to change color.

The fact that the court masters of the year all failed is enough to explain a lot of things, this pair of short dwarf brothers have a bad temper, but their martial arts are very unusual.

It's still raining in Chang'an.

The ground was already damp and muddy, and most places outside Chang'an were full of potholes.

Whether it is Yuan Shang or Cao Cao Liu Bei's soldiers and horses, they can only scold the heavens for not being beautiful, this kind of weather, the road is too muddy, and although the cavalry marches forward in the rain, although it is not a big problem, the speed has also been greatly affected.

Of course, Dong Zhuo, who was ambushed not far from the city and was ready to come out of the mountain to watch the tiger fight, was also affected a lot, the rain was too heavy, the soldiers were drenched in the rain, it was the motive, the leaves under the trees withered, and it was a problem to hide from the rain, the most important thing is that this rainy world, wet and cold, ordinary soldiers will have a tendency to catch a cold at any time, in this era of fragile medical means, a large number of soldiers will be sick will be an irrepressible plague, the Xiliang army is rough, there is no delicate military doctor in the army, Most of the wounded or sick soldiers are treated with experience, and often every time a large number of soldiers are sick, there will be a lot of commotion, and it is precisely because of this that Li Ru's good temper is almost anxious, and he scolds God for being nervous.

Fortunately, Dong Zhuo was quite calm, and looked at a middle-aged man dressed as a military general not far from Li Ru. asked: "Wen He and Wen Wei stayed." The rest of the people will lead the soldiers to find a place to hide from the rain first. Looking at this situation, the enemy army will not be able to catch up for a while. ”

"Whoa."

When Li Yu, Guo Yan, Fan Chou, Duan Xuan and other Xiliang generals heard this, they all hugged their fists and responded.

What is outside the city, the people inside the city do not know.

A few swept up like rainbows, rushing in the rain.

Ge Xuan alone blocked three old friends.

They are all not simple goods, they come from Taoist holy places, and they are all heads of various sects.

Four people. Less than 100 meters away from the teahouse, they suddenly handed over their hands.

Ge Xuan's palms were white, and the robes that were different from others were whigling, but not a drop of the bean-sized jade beads had ever fallen on his body, and the others were the same, relying on the strong internal strength, the rain had evaporated less than a finger away from the outside of the body, so everyone fought for a while, but their clothes were still clean and not wet.

The bronze sword behind Mao Zhao is not the peachwood sword that Taoists revere. But it is even sharper, and the bronze sword is mostly a divine weapon that has been inherited since the Spring and Autumn Period. In the entire Maoshan Sect, only Mao Zhao dared to abandon the peachwood sword and change his course to hold the bronze.

The rain was like a line, and the rain curtain lifted by Ge Xuan instantly split in half, and with a crisp sound, it exploded, with a lot of power, and the thick ground instantly cracked a crack more than a meter long.

The drunken old Dao Zuo Ci was not idle, the silver threads on the dust were like his full head of silver hair, spitting constantly, there were thousands, and suddenly they became a lot longer, and the ten fingers that were wrapped around Ge Xuan suddenly tightened.

With a rattle, the silver filament tightened, and the green tendons of Zuo Ci's arm, who was holding the dust, burst out, and Ge Xuan's fingers were entangled in the silver filament, taking advantage of this gap, Yu Ji's peachwood sword swept over.

"Brother Ge, don't be obsessed anymore." Yu Ji said on his lips, but the peachwood sword in his hand did not stop at all, and suddenly hit several big holes on Ge Xuan's body.

Yu Ji thought about his feelings, although the peachwood sword fell, it didn't have much killing chance, and the big holes under the point were also not the deadly dead holes of the giant dumb gate.

Surrounded by Mao Zhao, Zuoci, and Yu Ji, Ge Xuan's eyes were shining, but he was still doing his best.

There was a hissing sound, and the silver filament wrapped around Ge Xuan's ten fingers suddenly shattered, and Zuo Ci's face on the opposite side changed slightly, but there was already a bare piece of dust left in his hand.

"How can it be?"

This dust whisk is Zuo Ci's most valuable belongings, although it is not a good thing, but it has also accompanied him for decades, how to say that he also has feelings, but he was collapsed by Ge Xuan's move, which really made this Taoist who was already the poorest among everyone very angry.

Mao Zhao's bronze sword fell, the cyan light flickered, and the rain beads danced on the slightly wider blade, like an elf, and the sword void made a slight sound, following a natural trajectory, falling towards Ge Xuan.

All the people present are Taoist priests who have refined the classics of Taoism, copying the line of heaven and earth, and their hearts and minds are blended with nature, so they are more simple and natural than non-cultivators, and contain a trace that is difficult to explain, but natural.

The same is true of Yu Ji's peach wood sword, which is different from the meaning exuded by Mao Zhao, and Yu Jiwu's is another kind of Tao, living in seclusion in the mountains for decades, not talking about the Tao with the world, and I am alone to find the Tao.

The peachwood sword fell slowly.

The speed was very slow, but it was like the traces of a sword that opened up a different path, and the white mist lingered around the tip of the sword, gently falling.

The blade of the sword was like a finger, and it gently fell towards Ge Xuan's juniors.

Although Ge Xuan didn't have a weapon in his hand, he was not afraid.

Two weapons were added, and one hand slapped at the oncoming bronze sword, like a hammer striking iron, making an unpleasant sound.

Mao Zhao's face was slightly gloomy, and he pressed his wrist.

"Huh."

Mao Zhao muttered in his mouth, and the bronze sword suddenly dissipated into his field of vision.

Ge Xuan's face changed slightly, his eyes swept, and with his other hand, he didn't even look back, so he held the peachwood sword.

Yu Ji's face remained unchanged, and with a twist of his wrist, the peachwood sword suddenly spun in a circle, made a soft noise, broke free from Ge Xuan's hand, and stabbed straight down.

Ge Xuan's heart was suddenly filled with a sense of crisis, and all this was all in an instant, from the collapse of Zuo Ci's dust, to being pressed by the peach wood sword and bronze sword, his pressure was very great, among the four people, only Zuo Lao Dao was slightly weaker, and the other two were no worse than him in terms of fighting methods, and at the moment, Ge Xuan was one against two, the pressure was naturally not small, and even if he was not careful, he might be taken down, which had violated Ge Xuan's original intention.

No matter why, he promised Dong Zhuo to stop a few old friends for him, whether it was successful or not, as long as he did his best, it would be enough for his Dao heart to improve again, not to retreat and collapse due to pressure.

This is the reason why Ge Xuan knows that he is still stubbornly unwilling to retreat when he knows that he is blocking Yu Jimao Zhaozuoci, he knows that Dong Zhuo is outside the city, maybe his eyes have never left here, or not, he should return his favor.

On that night, Ge Xuan tried his best to catch the traces of the bronze sword, but saw Mao Zhao's sneer.

Mao Zhao has been in seclusion in Maoshan for more than 40 years, and the gate of Maoshan Sect was closed, just to cultivate the mysterious Hanxuan rune, and now he has integrated decades of comprehension into the bronze sword, which is naturally quite good.

Ge Xuan's face was solemn, and he suddenly closed his eyes.

After many years of cultivation, the minds of people like them are more sensitive, and Ge Xuan is no exception.

His heart sank into the sea, Ge Xuan's acupoints were dilated, and his induction force was urged to the extreme.

"Here we are."

Ge Xuan's eyelids moved slightly, as if he realized that in this world, as long as there is movement, there is no escape from the word movement, in this era, although there is no systematic philosophical concept, it does not mean that no one understands.

As long as you are moving, there will be no movement.

At this point, Ge Xuan is very sure.

Ren Yu Ji's peachwood sword was pointed at the well point on his shoulder, but he saw Ge Xuan stretch out his right hand, like fishing for the moon in the water, and grabbed it suddenly.

With a bang, the bronze sword appeared.

Ge Xuan's palm was dripping blood, Mao Zhao's face on the other side remained unchanged, and with a flick of his wrist, the bronze sword suddenly broke free from Ge Xuan's hand and disappeared again.

With a snap, the peachwood sword in Yu Ji's hand hit Ge Xuan's shoulder well.

A sour numbness surged into Ge Xuan's mind, and his arm was paralyzed, as if he was unconscious.

Yu Ji Maozhao and Zuo Ci, the three of them each had a direction, but they did not move, staring at Ge Xuan.

"Brother Ge, why do you have to do this?" Zuo Ci shook his head and sighed.

"You can't fight the three of us." Yu Ji was silent for a moment and then spoke.

Although Mao Zhao did not speak, the bronze sword that appeared again had already been sheathed.

The shoulder of Ge Xuan's left hand was hit by the peachwood sword, and he couldn't raise his strength in a short period of time, and compared with the two, he couldn't resist Yu Jizuo, Ci Mao, and Zhao.

Ge Xuan shook his head, looked behind Mao Zhao, and sighed faintly, "They are here." ”

Yu Ji Maozhao and Zuo Ci Ergen moved slightly, and suddenly turned around.

Two figures fell from the roof.

The movements are clean and not far-fetched. (To be continued......)