God is angry, and the grass hut that can shelter from the wind and rain is a little dangerous.

But the cook and the actor didn't care, it seemed that this thatched hut crumbling in the storm was still solid and safe.

The cook looked up at the angry sky outside the house, and sighed, "God is angry, it's really terrifying!"

Xizi smiled slightly and said, "They have been fighting for an hour, and Ji Yu is more seriously injured, because he has to take care of that little Taoist boy, Lu Wenhou is not a big deal." ”

"Come to think of it, in this battle, it should be Ji Yu who dies and Lu Wen waits for victory. But that Ji Yu is also a talent, should we save it?"

The cook shook his head, frowned and said, "No, you're not right, my feelings are also a little wrong, I always feel that Ji Yu doesn't seem to be Ji Yu, and there is another terrifying soul suppressed in his body." ”

The actor raised his eyebrows and said, "How do you feel?"

His appearance was rare and extremely serious.

The cook said with a serious face: "If you don't have a precise feeling, how can you control the best heat and seasonings to make such a good dish, in terms of feeling, there is no one in the world who is more accurate than me." ”

The drama asked, "Then you just said that you feel that there is another terrifying soul suppressed in his body?"

The cook sighed, "Yes, it's really too similar, too much like a great power to be reborn." ”

The drama said: "How is this possible, the art of seizing away is the law of demons and evils, who in the world dares to cultivate, and it only exists in legends, and who can cultivate it." ”

The cook smiled: "You Wei Kingdom rarely have contact with the people of the Heavenly Sect, and you may not know some things. ”

The drama was a little surprised, and said, "When have you come into contact with the people of the Chenyue Heavenly Sect?"

The cook narrowed his eyes and said, "Have you forgotten that my sword skills are so exquisite, but because of the current head of the Chenyue Heavenly Sect, the butcher." ”

The drama suddenly realized and said: "I see, but this Ji Yu is not Ji Yu, there is a terrifying soul in his body, what does it have to do with Chenyue Tianzong?"

The cook said: "Have you heard that there is a ghost in the demon well of Chenyue Tianzong Town!"

When the actor heard this, his face turned pale.

In just an instant, his face was covered with beads of sweat, and his eyes were full of horror, as if he had really seen an extremely terrifying evil ghost.

That is the taboo of the world, that is the taboo of the Chenyue Heavenly Sect, only a few people know it, but even if they do, no one dares to mention it.

The wind and rain did not abate, but became heavier and heavier.

The stagnant water on the ground is getting deeper and deeper, Ji Yu and Xiaodao Tong stand in the treetops, holding a flaming red sword in his hand, raising his eyebrows and asking: "After fighting for an hour, the victory or defeat is not scored, but the two tigers are fighting, both defeats and injuries, are you still fighting?"

Bright red blood flowed down his sleeve into the fiery red body of the sword, dyeing the blade even more dazzling and enchanting.

This is probably the last time he has been injured since he was reborn.

Lu Wenhou, a divine martial body, is really difficult.

Lu Wenhou looked at Ji Yu, whose clothes were stained red with blood, and his eyes flashed with a beast-like hideous and excited light, this kind of gaze gave people a feeling of a little bn.

It turned out that the more you struggled, the more painful it was, the more excited I became, I wouldn't kill you with a halberd, but let you slowly die in pain?

Ji Yu didn't like such a gaze, so after feeling Lu Wenhou's intention that it was impossible to stop the war, he took out his sword again.

A chill was born, it was as cold as the Beiming Continent.

The sword light of the Yimei Sword also changed, and Lu Wenhou had probably never seen such a cold sword light in his life.

The wind and rain began to freeze, and the ground began to frost.

Ten zhang in radius, wind and rain turn into wind and snow.

The sun rises and the stars are shining, and the snow is thousands of miles!

If Ning Jinghong or the Sword Swallower saw this sword technique, they would definitely be so shocked that they couldn't speak.

Because the swordsmanship used by Ji Yu at this time was the third peak of the nine peaks of the Chenyue Heavenly Sect, the Xinglan Sword Technique of Xinglan Peak, or Xinglan Jue.

What he taught to Bai Yuan was also this method.

A sword stabbed with a storm of snow, and Lu Wenhou's expression finally became vigilant and solemn.

He knew that if he couldn't catch the sword, he would definitely be seriously injured, and even more serious, and even lose his life.

So, he clenched the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand, and his eyes suddenly became blood-red.

Wisps of enchanting and weird bright red aura followed his body and began to wrap towards Fang Tian's painting halberd, like a thin and countless weaving threads, linking something in his body with Fang Tian's painting halberd.

The killing intent of the waves infected the sky and snow, like a fierce beast descending into the world, which made people's hearts cracked.

The blood-like red mist lines on the Fang Tian painting halberd were finally woven into a hazy painting, although the painting was not very real, but it gave people the feeling of gluttony.

The halberd came out, and the blood-mist-like line drawings also moved dimly, like a giant beast rushing in the wilderness, killing, and heading towards the sword that covered the sky with a snowstorm.

This is no longer a battle of manpower, but the power of the cultivators to seize the heavens and the earth, and they are fighting!

Crumbling in the wind and rain broke into the grass house.

The actor trembled and hugged his body tightly, then took a big sip of apricot blossom wine, and said in a trembling voice: "It's really fucking cold, I knew it was so cold, we should make a fire here to raise the fire and barbecue meat, it won't be so cold." ”

The cook raised his eyebrows and said, "Nanluo Sword Law's Xinglan Sword Technique, this kid actually can, I believe more and more, my ridiculous feeling, but do you think it's cold or sunrise Xinglan is colder?"

The actor thought for a while and said, "It should be cold, I hate that thing, I can eat everything, I can eat anything, I dare to eat anything." ”

The cook shook his head and said, "I don't think so, I think both are cold!"

It was like a huge meteorite falling, and the four fields were barren, and in the place where the battle had just taken place, there was a huge crater with a radius of ten zhang.

It's hard to imagine what kind of impact force it takes to create such a big crater.

Rain poured into the pit from all sides, mixed with bright red blood.

Lu Wenhou sat not far from the deep pit and meditated and breathed.

The purple-gold crown of the three-pronged hair on his head did not know where it had gone, and his hair was disheveled and his face was pale, like a demon wandering in hell.

There were still traces of blood on the corners of his lips that had not been wiped off.

The beast-faced head-swallowing chain armor that looked majestic, also shattered into countless fragments, and disappeared with the wind and snow.

After so many years of the Hou Han Dynasty, Lu Wenhou had never been so seriously injured, and no one could destroy his beast-faced head-swallowing serial armor, but Ji Yu did it.

"Are you afraid of your worst enemy?" Lu Wenhou muttered to himself.

At this moment, Wen Zhuo arrived with the Xiliang army through the wind and rain, and the sound of thick iron hooves rendered a few miles within a radius of Jin Ge Iron Horse.

This was probably the first time Wen Zhuo had seen Lu Wenhou injured, and he was so seriously injured, so his brows furrowed.

He asked, "General Lu, what's the matter?"

Lu Wenhou didn't open his eyes, he was suppressing the crazy injury in his body, and said, "Ji Yu, it's very strong!"

This sentence has a deep meaning, Wen Zhuo understood, looked at the battle traces and bloodstains that were being washed away by the wind and rain, and immediately waved his hand and ordered: "Chase!"

Then, Wen Zhuo led the Xiliang army to follow the blood stains and residues that had not yet been washed away by the wind and rain, and chased them into the flickering light and darkness in the lightning and thunder.