"A silver lining!"

At the last moment, the old man leaned back, rubbed the floor under his feet and shifted backwards for 3 meters, at the same time, his whole body folded and bent like an iron bridge, and the crimson crutches swept out a red line, splitting vertically in front of him.

The red thread cracked in an instant, like the first rays of the sun tearing through the haze of the night, the red light rolled, killing the secret cloth, and the reflection on the hovering silver "moon disk" was a face emerging from the darkness.

"Red Flower!"

A line of heaven unfolded, and the crimson flames opened like a canvas, sweeping forward with the killing machine of selecting people to devour, and then, a petal of red stamens on the scroll, like a small hole being burned, slowly and irregularly exposed, dotted, swaying, and connected。。。。。。 Transform into a bright red flower.

Sneer。。。。。

A flower was born on the embers of the scroll, like a wave of air that suddenly gathered, vivid, the moment the black smoke and flames touched the zenith and the ground, the sound of sharp blades cutting, the floor cracked one after another, the "moon disk" in the sky cracked inch by inch, and the broken silver light flickered and fell down with a glittering cold light.

The old man's pupils shrank into pinpoint tips, and a line of blood split between his eyes, as if a sharp boning knife was gently drawn around his skull along the center of his eyebrows. Piercing red lines.

"Red Flower Line!"

The cold snake-like voice came into his ears, a bitter smile appeared on his face, and his eyes were in a trance as a line of blood split from his face, "Actually, it's also called a line。。。。。 ”

The voice stopped abruptly, and the old man straightened up and fell backwards, while his hands were silently cut off and thrown high into the air, blood splattering like pillars in the air.

Put your sword back in its sheath!

Du Yu broke open the two bloody palms with an expressionless face, first wiped the iron pieces clean, swept them with one eye, and then put them in his arms, and then broke the other palm casually, and the four scarlet writing wheel eyes red fruit fruit appeared in front of his eyes.

Breathing suddenly became rapid, Du Yu suddenly turned around, there was no one behind him, only the cold air blowing down the stairs towards it.

He carefully hid the four writing wheel eyes in his sleeve, and slashed out with a backhand sword, tearing the two coffins and the fallen tokens on the table into fine pieces, and even the most brilliant craftsmen would never be able to restore their original appearance.

Quickly leaving the secret room, Hu's mansion was already in ruins, the pitch-black flames were like a terrifying dragon, twisting its bloated body back and forth, trees were burned, and walls were blown apart and collapsed.

Zhang Lang's face was covered with pitch-black curse marks, like a terrible ghost walking in flames, charred corpses were stacked on top of each other around him, and there were trembling Hu family children gathered together.

"I didn't find Hu Xingyi, damn it, what did you find?" Zhang Lang's eyes were violent, and his eyes locked on Du Yu at the first time, and his tone was extremely unkind, as if as long as Du Yu answered wrong, he would immediately kill him.

Du Yu shrank his eyebrows slightly, looked at each other coldly, and said, "I didn't find anything." ”

"You're kidding!"

"I didn't!"

The scene seemed to be quiet for a moment, and there was an eerie and eerie atmosphere permeating the air.

"I don't believe it"

Suddenly, Zhang Lang roared hysterically, his whole face seemed to be a viscous liquid in a strange deformation, his hair flew wildly without wind, and cold black pillars stretched out from his back and shoulder blades.

There was a huge sound, the black fire burst, and the black mist rippled in the center, and the Hu clan people who were trapped in the distance were in a glimpse, and before they could react, they saw that in the firelight, in the air waves, seven or eight jet-black pillars of light were like static black pillars lying in the air, and the air along the way was penetrated, like a melted liquid dripping on the mirror surface of the air.

The ground opened a glazed ravine, and the magma-like flames burned silently, and a figure flew out in a straight line, smashed on the wall behind it, and rolled to the ground.

"Red Flower Sword Illusion!"

The cold and ruthless voice came from far and near, and the black shadow turned into pieces of broken cloth and fell to the ground like an afterimage.

Red petals fell from the sky, and a strange sword shadow seemed to be a dot around Zhang Lang, hundreds of them arranged in a circle, trembling and resonating with each other, and the whole space was groaning.

"Hehehe, the teacher gave us three eyes。。。。。。 Li Zong has gained the ability to copy, I have gained the ability to control fire, only you... I never fully understood it, I always thought it was insight and reflexes, but now it seems that it should be the ability of illusion, you can hide it deep enough. Zhang Lang smiled cruelly: "The strength of the three of us is incomplete, and I also want to know who is stronger in the strength we have obtained." ”

The voice did not fall.

The petals fell, and countless dense sword shadows penetrated the space, sneering and letting out a terrifying roar, and after a burst of smoke, the ground was deeply sunken down into a hole of tens of meters, and the cave was like a sword tomb, densely filled with hideous sharp sword holes.

"I will fulfill you!"

Du Yu stood at the edge of the cave entrance, his eyes looking down coldly, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth did not have the slightest temperature.

"Really?"

Behind him, a candle-like figure slowly merged, two scarlet eyes were spinning strangely, Zhang Lang's palm was sent forward through the black robe, and the solid palm turned into a burning fire palm and stuck to Du Yu's back.

The scabbard shook, the black robe behind Du Yu suddenly shattered, and the two oblique swords rotated like a stirring fan and slashed at Zhang Lang's head, as fast as lightning.

Shh。。。。。。 Rumble......

A loud and piercing roar rang out, and the flames and blood collided in the air and then annihilated together, and the two figures shot out backwards, each scratching a long trail of blood on the ground.

On the left, the ground exploded layer by layer like cracked bark, and then black pillars of fire poured out from the ground, turning into a black fire cage that surrounded Zhang Lang in the center; On the right, the air was like a mirror, and red sword shadows suddenly appeared, circling in a spiral, turning into a sword prison to protect Du Yu in the center.

The two figures got up from the ground at the same time, looking at the opposite side, a thick look of jealousy flashed in their eyes, and then sneered at the same time: "How about this time it be counted as a tie for the time being?" 2k reading network