After a dozen breaths.

Under Ai Dacha's surprised gaze, his clothes were torn, his movements were staggering, and Shen Qiu, who had a black fan in his waist, carried the frozen body of ten thousand poisons, and staggered out of the killing and poisonous miasma.

The black clothes on his body have been corroded into a beggar's outfit like strips of cloth, and there are colorful scars on the skin all over his body, and black blood stains spread all over his body.

There is no one in this river and lake who can have so much poison in his body, and he can still act, even Ren Hao can't do it.

If it weren't for the end of the night to disperse the toxins, Shen Qiu would have gone with the ten thousand poisons.

"Yo, it's really killing!"

The Demon Lord looked surprised, stepped forward, and didn't pay attention to the miserable Shen Qiu at all, but like a baby, he took the body of ten thousand poisons, put it on the ground, and looked at it with tenderness on his face.

Well, with a missing hand, it's not a big problem, and it's easy to make up for it with tricks.

The body was intact, and there was an icy bone finger stuck in the heart, which pierced the heart, but it was not a big problem.

It's fantastic.

The poisonous old man is full of strange poison, and if he can keep it, he will harvest a poisonous puppet that is the most poisonous in the world.

Hehe, this is much easier to use than what Yuejun.

Shen Qiu also ignored the strange laughter behind him, like a fox who stole a chicken.

He gasped for breath, walked to the medicine king who was lying on the ground like a vegetative person, tortured by strange poisons, and could no longer move, sat next to Feng Yafu, pulled out the black fan on his waist, and waved it in front of Feng Yafu's eyes.

He whispered:

"Uncle Feng, Wan is poisoned. This battle between the King of Medicine and the inheritance of all poisons is that you win, and you win above board. ”

Feng Yafu blinked, he couldn't answer.

But the corners of his eyes were cloudy, and there were hot tears flowing.

After all, he did not live up to others, after all, he avenged those souls who died tragically, and lived up to the name of the king of medicine.

Shen Qiu wanted to put the Night End Glass into the hands of the Medicine King to dispel the toxins in his body for him, but he was interrupted by Ai Dacha's loud shout, and the Qingyang Demon Lord carried the body of ten thousand poisons, which was already planning to leave.

He opened his big and small eyes and said to Shen Qiu:

"That fan is not used by everyone, if you don't want to kill Feng Yafu, don't go crazy. Send him back to Miaojiang Phoenix City, the Black Gu Patriarch Yang Asha's mother-in-law, the means are very powerful.

There's always a way to save her lover. ”

"Hmm."

Shen Qiu nodded, he held the night end glass, and carried the Xue Ji True Qi, to expel the toxins from the body as soon as possible, and when he saw that Ai Dacha was leaving, Shen Qiu opened his mouth and said:

"I gave you ten thousand poisons, you owe me a favor, go help Xiaotie! I'll be there then. ”

"Okay, okay."

In the past, Ai Dacha, who had a strange temper and was moody, would get a body of ten thousand poisons, and it was when he was happy in his heart, and he didn't care about Shen Qiu's instructions.

He turned around and flew towards the place where Xiao Tie had left.

This demon lord has a good idea in his heart.

If it was Xiao Tie's goods, he unfortunately died in this unstable night, so if he took his body by himself, even if it was Shen Qiu, he couldn't say anything.

Hey.

It seems that God really favors him tonight.

This trip is cheap to pick up, and it's really full of money.

On the other side, Xiao Tie was in the back camp, under the reflection of the sky-high fire, and Zhang Lan fought with Zhang Chu for his life.

Zhang Lan boasted big, but he fought with Zhang Chu's brother, after all, he lost one percent, and when Xiao Tie arrived, Zhang Lan had been beaten by Zhang Chu and only left with only defensive strength.

I can't even hold it.

It's no wonder that Zhang Lan is not good enough, it's a pity that Playboy is already too powerful compared to Suzhou.

It's a pity that his progress, compared with his brother, is too slow and too slow.

Since mastering the Ye Luo Killing Knife, Zhang Chu's power has taken a leap forward, he.asxs. itself is high, and he has the assistance of all kinds of miraculous skills left by Zhang Moxie, as well as the blessings of various forging strange things in the Seven Peerless Sects, and he has been practicing under the thousand-year-old holy fire for several months.

It is not an exaggeration to say that his martial arts progress is a thousand miles a day.

In Shen Qiu's foursome, the most lethal mountain ghost couldn't suppress him, let alone Zhang Lan.

However, the situation is a bit strange.

Zhang Lan was like a spectator in the battle between the three.

It's not that he doesn't want to contribute, but Xiao Tie at this time, it's very strange that he didn't mean to cooperate with Zhang Lan at all, and he didn't even answer Zhang Lan's call.

It's just a vigorous grasp of Juque, dancing wildly, seemingly reckless, but every time he fights, he can suppress Zhang Chu, whose strength is much higher than him, and even bring subtle tricks, seize the flaws, and beat Zhang Chu back.

And the giant que danced, Xiao Tie was several feet around, and he was flying with vigor, and I didn't argue with the enemy, Zhang Lan couldn't step forward at all.

Every time he tried to help, he would be slashed away by Xiao Tie's sword.

"This rammed goods, how is it the same as being evil!"

Zhang Lan's body was covered with blood, he was slashed by Zhang Chu just now, and it was when the pain on his body was added, and he himself was extremely anxious, but in this situation in front of him, he really couldn't intervene.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Lan stomped her foot and made a decision.

He flew into the night and went to find Lei Shiyin.

Xiao Tie rushed here, he must also come for the head of the Heluo Gang, if he can find Lei Shiyin and take her to a safe place, Xiao Tie will not have any worries.

Zhang Lan felt that Xiao Tie, who had killed all directions, had fallen into evil.

In fact, the reality is much the same.

Xiao Tie is still the same Xiao Tie, but he is already in chaos mentally at this time, as if he is dancing with a sword, but it seems that he is being carried by another person, and his body is manipulated by another person.

It felt rather strange.

It's as if two souls are stuffed into the same body, and the two souls are still fighting for control of the body.

At this time, Xiao Tie couldn't hear the call of the outside world, and it was difficult to perceive the changes in the outside world, his mind was dizzy, as if he had a high fever, and only Zhang Chu who was slashing with a knife was left in his eyes.

He also has a brute strength in his heart, and he wants to slap this nasty guy in front of him to death with a sword!

"Hah!"

Seeing Zhang Chu's knife style rise again, Xiao Tie carried the giant que, in the battle spirit, like a boulder falling from the top of the mountain, with a domineering momentum, he pounced in front of him, regardless of it, the ground ploughed out a ravine, the dust splashed everywhere, and a sword cut down.

"Bang"

The battle qi flew out of the sword blade, slammed into the ground, and tore through the earth, just like the bursting fire sent from the ground, brutally rushing towards Zhang Chu, forcibly interrupting his ready-to-go knife form.

"The Giant Que Sword, that's how it should be used!"

In the groggy little iron heart, the ghostly voice just now rose again, with a hint of sternness, like accusation, like teaching.

The voice was a little hoarse, but it didn't distinguish between men and women.

It's like a strange sound in the fog, which makes people's scalp tingle.

"Stick to the swordsmanship itself, how about the foundation no matter how strong?

If you want to use the giant sword of Benjun, you have to have a domineering spirit in your heart!

You are a child, born with divine power, strong bones, obviously a good material for sword practice, but you are cowardly in your heart! Always have good thoughts in your heart, thinking that everything will be perfect, but always pinning your hopes on others.

The heart of the Tao is not strong!

It's hard to make a big deal!

It's a waste to give you this good body. ”

The voice was tinged with disdain.

In Xiao Tie's perception, it was like a chain coming horizontally, binding his will, and at this moment, he completely lost control of his body, as if he was thrown into a cage, and he could only watch his body move again from the strange perspective of a third party.

Under this move, the dragon and tiger battle qi that originally flowed in Xiao Tie's body was like gasoline that had been ignited, and the moment the strange sound entered the body, the dragon and tiger battle qi ran seven points faster in vain!

"Bang"

Xiao Tie's sturdy body, at this moment, was like a broken water bladder, and blood spurted out from almost every acupuncture point.

The dragon and tiger's battle qi is already the sharpest in the world, and the speed of operation at this time has exceeded the level that Xiao Tie can bear, just like Ren Hao, as if he opened a certain limiter in his body at this moment.

The blood that was freed up from his body was wrapped in the high-speed battle qi, turned into a blood mist, and rose around Xiao Tie's body, making his already fierce momentum three points more.

He moved his shoulders, like a beast opening the gates, and his bones were clicking when his ten fingers moved, as if in addition to the shackles on his body, the eight-foot body was enlarged out of thin air.

"Smack"

His fingers wrapped around the blood mist buckled on the hilt of the giant sword in front of him, and the black chain wrapped around the hilt of the sword also flew up like a snake and actively wrapped around the little iron arm.

Raising his head, he showed a white-toothed smile to Zhang Chu, who was holding a knife in front of him.

The muscles on his face were distorted, like a hellish ghost, this domineering smile, coupled with the sharp eyes like a sword, made Zhang Chuhan's hair stand on end, and the young man in front of him seemed to have become another person in an instant.

The sense of crisis came to him, and Zhang Chu no longer kept his hand.

The long knife in his hand was waved, the knife qi was cold, and the night was slaughtered for three points, and hundreds of thousands of leaves floated around his body, just like the autumn forest, one by one fallen leaves were swirling, and on each leaf, there was a life-killing knife intent.

"Huh"

Zhang Chu's black robe flowed, the blade was gently picked forward, the wind blew the leaves, the blades of the knife intent swirled, swung into a storm of blades, and rolled down towards the head of the little iron.

"Junior, look at it!"

Seeing the blades coming, Xiao Tie grabbed Juque, carried it on his shoulder, exhaled and opened his voice, buckled the chains, and waved Juque like a meteor hammer.

"This move is called 'Iron Hammer'."

The heavy giant was carried in chains, and spun around the little iron.

Wrapped in battle qi, it converged and formed on the heavy sword, and at the last moment after a circle, it was beaten back into the palm of his hand.

The heavy force, when his hands swept forward, was like an invisible iron hammer, with a violent wind, and slammed into the thousands of blades flying in front of him, like a hammer smashing on iron felt.

"Bang"

The two forces collided together, and a wave of air like a shock wave was created in the dark night.

The tens of millions of blades that Zhang Chu cut out were easily scattered by one-third under the blow of the hammer.

The rest were forcibly stopped in place, and in the push of the strong wind brought by Juque, the remaining blades swirled in the wind, and finally couldn't resist the wind, and flew towards Zhang Chu in reverse.

"Huh?"

Zhang Chu's two-color pupils were also extremely stunned.

After this Ye Luo Killing Knife was self-taught, he had never encountered such a situation, and seeing that the Killing Knife Leaf was hit by a huge force, not only did he gather but not disperse, but was coerced and flew towards his side, he was also interested in his heart.

The next knife was cut out horizontally, and it brought up the killing blade, knocking down the blade in front of him in the air.

The blades collided, and the murderous aura overflowed, like thousands of swords piercing the ground, stabbing the ground with thousands of holes, and in the rising smoke, Xiao Tie dragged Juque, and like a revitalized man, flashed into Zhang Chu's body five feet in front of him.

Juque swept over, and was skillfully pushed away by the long knife in his hand.

But the blade did not miss, but swirled gently in the wrist, and the latter also flicked it with skillful force, so that the momentum of the heavy sword did not disappear, and then recharged in the swing to create a second sword.

This move...

How so?

It's no longer the little iron dancing sword, but Juque is moving with the little iron, as if the sword is the body, and the sword has life at this moment, as if it is moving itself.

And the existence of Xiao Tie only acts as a connection between sword moves and sword moves, and uses skillful brute force to interact, so that the murderous energy and kinetic energy accumulated on the sword blade are getting stronger and stronger.

Just after five moves, Zhang Chu's complexion has changed greatly.

The power on the sword in front of him is more than five times greater than before, and it continues to accumulate, unless he takes a hard hit and removes all the strength on the sword, the kinetic energy on this sword will continue to accumulate.

But the problem is that even if the current five-fold strength, with Zhang Chu's body, a hard hit will definitely be seriously injured.

No advance, no retreat.

The initiative of the battle has quietly fallen into the hands of Xiao Tie in the blink of an eye.

"Your master told you that the world's martial arts are unbreakable, but unfortunately you only understand the first layer, and you can only use brute force, and now what this gentleman shows you is the highest level!"

The voice was in Xiao Tie's spirit, and said to Xiao Tie:

"The junior in front of him has fallen into a desperate situation.

If you eat a sword move, he will be seriously injured.

Keep dodging, he'll die!

The winner is decided!

Do you understand? ”

"Hmm."

Xiao Tie replied, he looked at Zhang Chu in front of him, who was completely cornered by the continuous energy accumulation, and Zhang Chu's martial arts were far above him.

But now, this mysterious person easily suppressed Zhang Chu with force that did not exceed Xiao Tie's limit.

Let Xiao Tie's heart tremble, as if he saw the clouds and fog.

It turned out that the follow-up sword moves of the Canghai Sword Technique, which those masters had never taught him, were like this...

He asked rhetorically:

"Who is Your Excellency? Why help me? ”

"Benjun is not helping you!"

The voice snapped:

"Benjun is saving himself!

They are coming, and Ben Jun is afraid that he will not be able to escape this time, but fortunately, he was hit by the Holy Fire of the Fire Monarch and woke up in advance, and there is still a trace of vitality, which will fall on you junior.

But not now.

And you should memorize the sword moves carefully, so as not to die in the rivers and lakes before you can save this king.

What this gentleman is teaching you now is the Canghai Strike Style, one of the two advanced swordsmanship of the Canghai Sword Style, wait..."

"Bang"

Before the man could finish speaking, a golden flame rose from behind him.

The scorching true qi rushed from behind like an explosion, interrupting the conversation between the two, and Zhang Chu, who was crushed in pain, like falling into a trap, also showed a touch of joy in his two-color pupils.

It's time to break the game!

"Think beautifully!"

The flames scorched his body, and Xiao Tie let out a sneer that was neither male nor female.

Zhang Chu retreated, and before he could break away, he saw the Juque sword style that had been accumulating energy in front of him change, and the power accumulated in the sword body struck towards him head-on with the posture of a heavenly maiden scattering flowers.

"Huh"

Zhang Chu knew the crisis, and the true qi in his body also changed suddenly, and the cocoon of the true qi used to save his life in Suzhou that night resurfaced, and the white true qi was layered and wrapped around him.

"Bang"

The power of Wan Jun, blessed the body, and the cocoon of Tongxuan Binding Life was broken by a sword, but the blade of the sword was exhausted, and there was no longer a way to do it, Zhang Chu was slapped on the chest by a sword from Juque, and the battle qi was full, and the long blade in his hand was shattered.

He was also smashed out, and fell into a fire in embarrassment, his chest was uneven, and several bones were broken by the sword.

Fortunately, a life was spared.

Zhang Chu clutched his chest, didn't look behind him, and staggered into the night.

And in the midst of the golden sparks, Xiao Tie, who was carrying the giant que, turned around and saw Yang Tao, who was holding the Falling Moon Qin, strolling out of the fire of the burning world.

The old man's clothes were torn and embarrassed, and his body was covered with sword marks.

But his appearance here means that the Tianbang attack arranged by the alliance leader has failed.

"Hmm, this is the Flame King, the inheritance after a thousand years?"

The voice in Xiao Tie's heart looked at Yang Tao and said to Xiao Tie:

"He is much more powerful than you, the holy fire enters the body, life and death are separated, and he can only be killed by destroying the soul or cutting it into powder, but with this monarch being weak at this time, there is no aura in this world, and he can't even recover.

Let's take this opportunity to give you another look, another way of the Canghai Sword Style.

There is not much time, how much you can learn, it depends on your chance.

But junior, you have to remember your name. ”

Xiao Tie posed a strange sword style, like a boulder taking root, facing the fire and yang peach, without fear.

He whispered:

"My name... Move the mountain! ”