"Hugh shouted to get rid of the white-haired and white-robed general with a gun!"

The thunderous drum sounded, and the group of Mongolian soldiers beat their chests violently and howled, and the voices of tens of millions of people gathered together, which was really comparable to the rolling fall of thunder from the sky.

Who is Su Liu, who is not the leader of the formation?

Su Liu killed for a while, and finally saw the extraordinarily tall and luxurious military tent, with the imperial flag hanging outside, and it was a hundred feet away.

"Su boy, it's up to you!"

Jiuru laughed, his eyes locked on the huge camp tent a hundred zhang away, and suddenly a lion roared, like the Buddha came into the world, and the eardrums of the Mongolian soldiers around him were shocked, and his arms swept across the air, and dozens of people were swept away, and the giant tree was lifted high, Donkey Kong's divine power was in his arms, and in the dark night, he could see that he seemed to be shining with a little star-like golden Buddha light.

Su Liu's figure suddenly froze, as if condensing an earth-shattering trend!

The next moment, he still didn't move, the giant tree weighing more than 100 catties with all the strength of the divine power of the monk Donkey Kong of Jiuru, the behemoth, as majestic as a mountain, flew straight out of the king's tent, Jiuru monk's body was empty, withered and fell to the ground, to protect Yang Guo, to Li Zhichang to catch, into the pure true qi of the divine scriptures to help him condense.

At this time, the people around everyone were silent, and two strange laughter suddenly sounded in the king's account, and one said: "Senior Brother Lionheart, these people can kill the forbidden army array, and they can be regarded as heroes, but why does this old monk not know whether to live or die?" ”

Another person replied: "Since the old monk is bent on death, then it will be fulfilled for him." ”

In the midst of the crowd. There was also a burly man who was more than a foot tall and sneered, and said in stiff Chinese: "Stupid Han dog, dare to come and assassinate the Great Khan." I will crush your bones and throw them to feed the wolves. ”

At this time, the whole time seemed to slow down, and the giant tree was wrapped in the sound of wind and thunder whistling, breaking through the sky like a giant beast crashing into the king's account, and there was also a strange sound in the direction of the king's account. The two of them put their palms on their chests, and a loud and strange laugh erupted from their mouths, and the distance was nearly ten zhang in one sweep. Several ups and downs, until they were almost nine or ten feet away, and they all pounced in unison, while pinching a wonderful handprint in the air. Shoot together. The tangential exhaustion of the nine is as critical.

Call!

Two invisible palms broke the air flow and fell towards Jiuru in an instant.

At this time, the "thirty-two figures" were turned into "one conjunction", and he threw all his strength, and his true qi had already dried up, Yang Guo noticed that his strength was rushing to his face, and he quickly unleashed his body, and protected Jiuru behind him according to the formation, and his heart was on fire. The iron-smelting hand rose together and slapped each other with the two of them.

Bang. Bang!

Two tremors, the air flow was stirred by the palm of these three people, the Lionheart Dharma King and the Dragon Tooth Master flew out together, Yang Guo also took a step back, the ground cracked, its momentum still did not stop, and said solemnly: "Sure enough, the skills of these two monks are not below me." ”

Jiuru gasped for breath, but laughed loudly: "What are you afraid of, just give me a moment of respite for the old monk, and these two people who also beat were born with one Buddha and two Buddhas ascended to heaven." ”

Chu Xianliu knew that Su Liu's condensation struck with all his strength, returned to his sleeve, pulled Yang Guo back, and sneered: "Carving insect skills, He Zudao also." In the secret, there are many such arrogant goods. ”

He was about to take the heads of these two people with a light sword, but he heard Su Liu, the leader of the formation, suddenly burst out with a long groan, and the voice went all the way up, like a dragon's groan.

This long roar is even more terrifying than the lion roar magic of the nine rus just now, and it is also more terrifying than that tremor, like the waves of the angry tide, wave after wave, and the Mongolian soldiers who are already weak are shocked by this heavenly god's long chant!

Such a scene really reminds people of the Changbanpo Zhang Yide was such a horizontal spear god roared, the shocked Cao army of 800,000 did not dare to enter an inch, the river for it, roared again and again, even the generals in the army were terrified and died.

"Su boy's general trend has been achieved, since this is the case, my brother is here to help you on your last journey!"

Chu Xianliu's handsome face also had a strange flush, smiled slightly, and then groaned: "When autumn comes, on the eighth day of September, I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom." The heavenly incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the city is full of golden armor. ”

When he chanted the word "kill", his body would rise, suddenly like a butterfly around the flowers, suddenly like a fine dust not visible, to the word "A", the figure had already circled the field, and finally volleyed up, and the iron and wood sword made of dragon wood seemed to have an indescribable sword energy, diffuse and scattered, agitated.

A soft roar suddenly sounded, this loud and unstoppable long howl like a phoenix, echoing with the sound of the dragon roar made by Su Liu, even in such a wolf howl and thunder drum, it was very clear into everyone's ears, and it was like a little cool and boundless cold death breath, rising from the bottom of everyone's hearts.

It was obviously early spring and cold winter, but everyone felt the golden autumn chrysanthemums blooming, the petals and leaves fluttering and falling, and the kind of gorgeous and shallow sadness.

No one knows that Chu Xianliu, who is trapped by love, suffering by love, and killed by love, is not really the second sword in the world, the anger in his heart has been extinguished, and since the princess he loved bitterly died of depression, it has been extinct.

If a man is lifeless, how can a sword have divine will?

After that, the famous flower beauty swordsmanship he made was also the swordsmanship of Lone Fang's self-appreciation and self-pity, but at this moment, Chu Xianliu transcended the original, broke the cage, and stepped out of this mysterious and mysterious door.

Out of this sword, condensed all his mind, death and life may not know, but he still brazenly out of the sword.

This is the true grandmaster!

After this sword, the surrounding Mongolian emperor's forbidden army that was not afraid of death was like a wheat harvest in the autumn, as if it was cut off by a sword in the shape of a ripple but invisible sword qi, the sword qi was like a flower, and the vertical and horizontal did not know how much, only the sound of the thunder drum was also shocked.

One sword pierces six hundred and sixty-six people!

The heavens and the earth changed color in horror, and the three thousand forbidden troops gathered in front of the king's account all fired arrows, and the arrows were like flying locusts, covering the sky and the sun, and there were dozens of arrows running through the Chu Xianliu.

It's just that Emperor Meng also pushed the curtain out of the account, with a slight sweat in his hands, and asked the shadow behind him, "Emperor, who is this person?" ”

The strange voice in the shadows paused for a moment before saying: "Draw your sword to the sky and bloom flowers, and one sword will break through six hundred and sixty-six armors, this kind of temperament, the ram feather is afraid that it is not as good as it." It can be called the first sword in the world, Chu Xianliu. ”

Emperor Meng stood with his hands in his hands, his face was different, his eyes were as cold as stars, and he sighed: "I don't know how this person compares with my family's Qianli Horse?" ”

At this time, Chu Xianliu stood with his sword in his hand, his face was indifferent, sad but not sad, and he only chanted softly: "The famous flowers are happy with the country, and the king often looks at it with a smile, explaining that the spring breeze is infinitely hateful, and the agarwood pavilion is leaning on the north of the ......."

In the past, the love with the princess of the Southern Song Dynasty tempted the princess to elope with him, but after the princess was worried about her husband and son and died of depression, Chu Xianliu's heart also died, and until now, he has only lived for a moment.

He coughed up blood in his mouth, but he still laughed loudly, his posture was sprinkled with dust, and he said: "The sword of life is merry, kill me happily." Brother Su, how about my sword in the sky! ”

In Luo Tuo's laughter, his body stood still, this sage in the flower who was bent on escaping the world sat on the ground, holding the dragon iron and wood sword, vaguely looking at the direction of Tianxiang Villa, softly muttering the name of the beautiful woman in his mouth, closing his eyes, only two lines of tears gently slid down!

Jiu Ru cried suddenly, and suddenly laughed, like drunk, like crazy.

This Zen patriarch, who is proficient in Zen machines, beats the ten worlds with sticks, and swallows the Buddha in one gulp, for the first time, he cried and laughed bitterly.

The three thousand forbidden troops took it for the gods, and the dragon tooth master's face was as pale as dirt, and he sighed: "Senior Brother Lionheart, if this person has just come out with a sword, my 'Great Perfection Heart Essence' has not yet been completed, and I will die without a place to bury." ”

The Lionheart Dharma King also said solemnly: "When this sword makes life and death hang by a thread, my 'Compassion Breadth Buddha Mother Divine Skill' is indeed unstoppable, it can be seen that you and I are indeed inferior to him, what about a sword towards the sky." It's just that what about the six hundred and sixty-six people who broke the armor, reversed the heavenly situation, and they were inevitably killed after all. ”

At the same time, the thunderous drumbeat in the Mongolian army sounded again, and the iron cavalry of the Mongols, although it shook for a long time for this person's sword, was only blocked for a while, and it could not be stopped for a lifetime.

The giant tree of Jiuru Vajra Divine Power knocked over an unknown number of people, and the muscles and bones were broken at every half, and the speed of flight had slowed down, but it still flew in the direction of the king's account.

The shadow behind Emperor Meng finally came out, a monk between the young and the old, his hands erected on his chest, wrinkles could be seen between his eyebrows, but his gaze was as deep as the sea.

Emperor Meng saw a different look and said, "Emperor, Chu Xianliu is dead, do you still want to do it?" ”

The emperor's gaze turned away from Chu Xianliu, and landed firmly on the white robe with the spear, and said:

"Among the Han people, there are occasional amazing talents, and there is no right of this person, nor is it as good as the left, look at this amazing shot, if he really makes his gun reach the peak, it is difficult to know the blessings and misfortunes!"

Meng Ge's thick eyebrows furrowed, and he groaned: "It's only up to the emperor." ”

The monk, who was extremely tall but not very majestic, looked in the direction of Su Liu, nodded heavily, and ordered for the majesty of Emperor Meng: "When you see this person, you will perform your own stunts, and you will kill him, don't wait for him to gain momentum."

He was called the emperor's teacher by Emperor Meng, and even Emperor Meng had to listen to what he said, so he decisively ordered to take Su Liu, and Jiuru and Yang Guo and others fell into a bloody battle.

The black armor spread from all directions like a sea, the wolf howled incessantly, and the horse's hooves sounded like thunder.

Only in this moment.

Su Liu's body moved, he seemed to be the first lazy waist stretched after a long sleep, and it seemed to be the shock after being drunk for 36,000 battles and losing his acquaintance, he suddenly lifted his gun and got up, as if he was treading on the clouds, but he sighed lightly: "Famous flowers and beauties are not a pity, drunk songs and draw swords Chu Xianliu, I only hate that there is no wine at this time." ”

"Brother Chu, but I salute you with this shot." (To be continued.) )