"I'm afraid that there are still some clever ways to turn around in the formation."

Su Liu smiled slightly, glanced at it lightly, and took the lead in the formation, and the rest of the people followed behind him, following in the same direction, strange people, walking in this Tianxiang Qi array, turning left and right. Almost everyone's spirit is sluggish, and they can't see the way forward, as if they are in a peach blossom bush, with a fragrance everywhere and not looking for themselves, and they are not drunk and drunk.

Qimen formation, gossip Dunjia. Su Liu, not to mention the integration of the subtleties, also has his own opinions on the subtleties of the spirit, this Tianxiang Qi array just from the outside, is dozens of long-sleeved and good at dancing beautiful women are dancing for people, in fact, behind this pink trap, there is also a hidden killing machine.

In the face of Suliu, there is no possibility of these killing machines being launched.

In the laughter and singing and dancing of the forty-nine beauties, Su Liu led everyone through the Tianxiang Array, and the line was a little closer to the sound of the qinyin singing, and there was a burst of gentle laughter in the small pavilion, and Liang Zhiyin of the Imperial State waved the strings with his hand, and said quietly: "The prince is really here, and the lord can wait on the top of the mountain for a day." ”

Su Liu said lightly: "You are Liang Zhiyin, the owner of Tianxiang Building, the Tianxiang formation is not bad, why is the killing machine hanging high footwork, are you waiting for me?" ”

In the Tianxiang Strange Array, there is not only peerless beauty, but also a hidden killing machine.

The killing machine is in the plain umbrella in the hands of the beauties.

A sword in an umbrella.

The woman who played the piano played the eucalyptus with her hands, and the sound of the piano was extinguished, but the dance of the women in the heavenly incense array seemed to never stop, and most of the people who saw it turned around and left. There are also those who are crazy and want to rush to the top of the mountain, the red shadow umbrella moves, and the sword is out of people.

Obscured killing. Suddenly revealed.

The woman in this pavilion said lightly and charmingly: "The slave family is the bosom friend of Tianxiang Liang." ”

"The Lord and Gongzi will be on the top of the mountain for a while, and I don't want to be seen by outsiders."

Liang Zhiyin loosened the strings and saluted Su Liuyao.

Maybe he is no longer young, but her eyebrows and figure are still better than that of a girl, picturesque, sitting gracefully on the stone bench of the old pavilion, with the Hengqin on her lap. The unique charm of a ripe woman on her body is more mellow and mellow, and the fragrance is unparalleled.

There is only such a woman with endless charm. to be the master of the Tianxiang Building in Imperial Prefecture.

Su Liu noticed that when she mentioned the master of the Imperial State, there was a hint of fanaticism in her piety, so she was no different from Shangguan Xiaoxian and Su Liu.

Shangguan Xiaoxian sniffed the rich blood that lingered on the mountain road, and said lightly: "Hehe." Your master knows each other very well. The killing intent of the Tianxiang formation was not revealed to the father-in-law. Otherwise, there would have been dozens more corpses on this mountain. ”

Liang Zhiyin bent his eyebrows and smiled; "The son is like a dragon, but the real good fighter has no outstanding merits, and the lord is not a mortal person, he is a first-class person of the gods!"

The gods are first-class.

Qu Wuyi stretched his waist lazily and said, "Even if you are a god, as long as you lose once, you will fall to the mortal dust." God will not be God. When he falls to the dust, will he still be the only god in your heart? ”

"There will never be a day like this."

Liang Zhiyin glanced at Qu Wuyi. Said solemnly.

The two were born in the imperial state from the same origin, and they also knew each other's existence, but one was the three human respects, and the other was the lord of Tianxiang Building, with their own identity, and there was no extra deep friendship, she saw Qu Wuyi wearing a ring as black as jade at the tail finger of her right hand, and she also knew that she was wearing this ring, and at this time she was Bai Xiaosheng. Where there is a gathering of wind and clouds, there will be Bai Xiaosheng.

"Guys, please go up the mountain." Liang Zhiyin pressed the strings and made a gesture to the women of Tianxianglou, the women of Tianxiang did not stop dancing, whoever wants to go up the mountain must face such a snatching pin ~ soul dance, which is almost equivalent to facing the test of death.

Su Liu and the master of the Imperial State are such figures who stand at the pinnacle of the world, even if it is a battle of life and death, there is no need to show it to unrelated people.

In the final analysis, the Imperial State is still contaminated with the cold-blooded nature of the Demon Sect in its bones, and it only looks at whether it is effective or not, and the lower limit is extremely low.

On the top of the Tianshan Mountains, there is only a long wind in the sky, full of ice and snow, and there are few killings.

There are not many people from the Imperial Prefecture, and Qu Wuyi has already reported the names of these people to Su Liu.

"Kunlun Sect Mi Sword Sound!"

"The head of the Hainan Sword Sect!"

"Xiao Wenhou, who uses his hand as a halberd, is also Lu Di, one of the Four Heavenly Kings, who has a broken arm."

"The rest are the remaining characters among the ten elders of the Demon Sect."

Standing in front of people, he is just a person who looks at the dead with a kind of eyes, and he is the only one who is the most thrilling.

A middle-aged man with a sword.

When Liang Zhiyin saw him, he also showed a little solemn respect.

Tianxiang Mansion Lord, why bother to succumb to others?

Su Liu glanced at him lightly, and saw that this person was tall and long, straight as a sword, dressed in a linen shirt, with tight cuffs, which would definitely not affect the use of the sword, with slender fingers and abrupt joints.

With these hands alone, such a person must hold the sword very steadily, and the sword must also be stable and terrifying.

The middle-aged swordsman with three scars on his face already had some wrinkles in the corners of his eyes that had been carved with a knife.

He didn't say a word, just stood in the snow, blocking Suliu's way, and the snow was deep enough to reach his knees.

Su Liu also already knew the identity of this person.

Those heads of the Seven Great Sword Sects and the top ten masters of the Demon Sect who had been in seclusion for decades were all not as heavy as him alone.

Qu Wuyi sighed: "Jing has no life."

Jing Wusheng, who was bright with the flying swordsman for a while, was also the last person to survive the Money Gang, and he was the number one killer under Shangguan Jinhong.

Qu Wuyi said, all of them are in the Imperial State, there are old and young, and they have great backgrounds, and many people have also dealt with Su Liu.

"Master."

Lu Xiaojia's face was complicated, and his life-killing swordsmanship was Jing Wusheng, who was passed on to suicide. Since Jing Wuming is in the way, it means that he is also from the Imperial State.

It's a pity that he recognized this master, and Jing Wuming stood in the snow, as if he didn't see Lu Xiaojia at all.

Shangguan Xiaoxian Dai frowned slightly, although she and Jing Wuming had some inseparable connections, in fact, the relationship was not good, at least Jing Wuming did not come to her when she was lonely.

This man seems to have been ruthless.

Of course, no matter what, it didn't prevent this ruthless swordsman from becoming one of the most feared swordsmen in the world.

More than ten years ago, Jing Wusheng's swordsmanship was already the world's best swordsmanship, and even Guo Songyang, who ranked fourth in the weapon spectrum, died under his sword.

Jing Wufang, how can he fall too far behind?

At this time, the wind and snow suddenly killed.

There was a person in the Blue Dragon Club whose eyes were already burning with blood, and he finally couldn't help it, opened his lips that had been bitten a long time ago, and said solemnly: "Childe." ”

"Go ahead."

Emperor Suliu had already felt this pure battle intent inside and outside, and he also knew who the person behind him was, and even the sad and angry Qingming of the Songyang Iron Sword infused with true qi in his hand was heard in his ears.

Of course, Suliu didn't stop him.

Guo Ding hugged the sword and said solemnly and seriously: "Songyang Iron Sword, I have consulted." ”

The young man's voice was loud and loud, without a trace of hesitation and flinching, Guo Ding also drew his sword and strode towards Jing Wuxing.

Sometimes, there are some things, even if they don't have a good chance of winning, but they still have to do it without hesitation.

There is a feeling of being miserable and looking at death as if it were home.

"With you, what qualifications do you have to shoot a sword at me?"

Jing Wuming's gaze was colder than the ice and snow in the Tianshan Mountains, and he only spit out a sentence coldly in the face of Guo Ding, who was laughing and rushing with his sword.

The next moment, the thick like a real killing machine suddenly bloomed in this piece of ice and snow.

Left manually.

Jing Wuming has already drawn out his sword.

This sword is still better than any sword Su Liu has seen here, and Lu Xiaojia's swordsmanship is a little less mellow than this sword.

Fast, ruthless, accurate and stable. Soul-dementoring and deadly.

One sword has already taken so much advantage, and this sword alone is enough to make the heads of these Seven Great Sword Sects die of shame.

While!

The two swords clashed in the air, and there seemed to be fire splashing in the ice and snow.

This is not the end, these two swords seem to be the entanglement of fate, the sword shadow is transformed, like the angry Jiao Tengyuan, the figure sweeps, and in an instant, hundreds of swords have been faced under the snow!

And then all of a sudden!

Jing Wuming caught a trick that Guo Ding's aura was slightly scattered, his eyes were bright, and the sword light was floating and shuttling.

A sword almost hit Guo Ding's throat, as long as he used his strength to reveal half a point, he would kill Guo Ding, the Songyang Iron Sword.

It's just that a silent finger appeared in front of the tip of the sword like an unpredictable prophet, deflecting the direction of the life-killing sword, and Jing Wu's sword missed.

Jing Wuming's face was shocked, and he was shocked as if he had seen a god or a ghost.

Guo Ding's face was ashen, and his body trembled, as if he was already a dead man.

"Some people, some things, some memories, have faded away on the long road, but they will always stay in our hearts. You remember, now your future has been faintly covered by this man, you have died once under this man's sword, and you must live better in the future than now. “

"Live hard, even if it is for hatred, you have to live with a posture of rising up, I hope to hear the news that you will challenge Jing Wusheng with the Songyang Iron Sword in five years."

Su Liu gently patted Guo Ding's shoulder, and said indifferently, it was not a condescending gesture, this young man who had just suffered a huge blow in life and his face was full of haze, suddenly raised his head and saw the gentle smile on the corner of Su Liu's mouth, this feeling seemed to see the sunshine and see his own direction.

"You see, Jing Wusheng is not invincible. Borrow your Songyang long sword to use. ”

After saying this, Su Liu, who had a smile on his face, had already raised his sword and struck.

Jing Wuxing's footwork shifted slightly, as if even his breathing had suddenly stopped.

"I now know why so many people are willing to die for their son."

Qu Wuyi's gaze swept over Guo Ding, Lu Xiaojia, Fu Hongxue, Gao Wanfei, Xiao Tears and Blood, etc., and gently exhaled a breath, full of fresh breath of ice and snow.

"This is the hero of the world."

Xiao Feiyu lowered his head, his cheeks were crimson, and he smiled softly, as if he was crazy. (To be continued.) )