A cold wind blew, snowflakes fluttered, and the bauhinia flowers were slapped with ice slag, and the strings of charming flowers stood there quietly, making people feel pity and love. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The fragrance of flowers is intoxicating, and the dusk is cold and cold as ice.

Dongmen Shatian grabbed the imprisoned dragon with one hand, and the two of them immediately leaned back, while Dongmen Shatian's entire back was already lying flat on the horse's back. The two of them felt the cold blade whistling past their faces at the same time, fast and ruthless!

After the east gate covered the sky, he grabbed the reins with one hand and sat up suddenly, and then the spear slashed through the air in an arc that was perfectly comparable to the sky, and picked up the willow aftertaste in mid-air.

This spear is in the sky, and I am the only one!

Liu Yuwei didn't think that Dongmen Shatian still had such combat power and amazing kung fu, how could he dare to shake its edge, and jumped out of the attack range of the spear directly from mid-air, and rushed towards the crowd.

And at this time, the night terror is halfway out again! He stood in front of the east gate to cover the sky, his left hand was slightly raised, at this time his clothes were suddenly like a storm, flowing back and forth, the night terror was slightly beaten, this palm seemed to be plain, but in mid-air there was a sound of dragon and tiger roaring, born with the palm, the strong wind of the clothes suddenly surged forward, with layers of fire roasting heat waves, wave after wave of scorching!

The horse was so frightened that it immediately raised its hooves and retreated, and its horsehair was even ignited by the fire, and its whole body was already boiling hot and sweating.

Yan Xuexing saw that the old power of the east gate covering the sky had been exhausted, and the new power had not yet been born, and at this time, the palm of the night terror was more fierce than the other, and the journey horse had already taken two steps back and staggered. Seeing that the east gate covered the sky and the imprisoned dragon was about to roll off the horse's back, he shouted wildly and bullied his sword!

"Thunder and ears!"

Yan Xuexing struck out with a sword in the air, and this sword was like a wild horse galloping on the grassland, running wildly, straight to the chest of the night terror!

Night Terror knew the power of this sword, because Liu Yuwei died under this sword just now. If you fight hard with him, the flesh palm will definitely not be able to withstand this sword. He abruptly withdrew his left palm, but his right palm slapped out!

Yan Xuexing was suddenly surprised, and couldn't understand what Night Terror was doing, only to see a strong wind whistling by, and then a black light burst out from the cuff of Night Terror's right hand, as poisonous and fierce as a spirit snake.

This black mang turned out to be the steel whip of the night terror!

A critical blow is like thunder in the sky, roaring non-stop! A little spark erupts from the place where the blade and the whip are struck! Dazzling!

Ye Jinghong flicked his long sleeves again, and the steel whip suddenly moved forward with a bamboo knot in the air, and suddenly hit Yan Xuexing's second sword blade again.

Yan Xuexing burst out, and his long sword suddenly trembled, bursting out of it! Like lightning bolts, it stretches from the inside out!

Bursts of thunder are endless! The sky was filled with thunder, and one after another roared wildly!

The wrath of the Thunder Prince!

Yan Xuexing's sword blade trembled, and there were already twenty sword clouds, and lightning and thunder popped out! Even he didn't expect that his realm had risen to another level.

The Night's terror was unpredictable, like a ghost from hell, and with each movement of his footsteps, his body trembled, and then the knuckles of his steel whip moved forward.

Suddenly, the lonely night sky burst like a bunch of brilliant fireworks!

After eighteen critical hits in a row, both of their arms were almost numb. And Yan Xuexing has two more swords to the thunder and lightning that has been unfettered, and the two swords take the heart and throat of the night terror with thunder light!

Night Terror's face changed suddenly, he seemed to have smelled death, but he was still not in a hurry, and then his feet stood suddenly, the floor suddenly cracked, only to see his right hand slightly bent, and his left palm actually patted the steel whip in the air. Then his steel whip was suddenly whipped back by him!

The whip carries layers of ghost fire, and each of his steel whips has to absorb the ghost fire waves of hell, steaming hot, and the surrounding ice and snow suddenly melt!

Mammoth into the sea! Waves will be raised!

Yan Xuexing didn't expect Night Terror to change his moves so quickly, and his moves were wonderful, angry with rigidity, rigid with fierceness, and fierce with fast!

All martial arts in the world are broken, but only fast is not broken!

Yan Xuexing's sword was impartial, and it was divided on the two whips of the night terror, and immediately turned Yan Xuexing's killer sword into invisibility and strangled it halfway.

As the swords clashed, he suddenly felt a violent impact, like a flying carriage, and this strong wind carried layers of ghostly fire waves, making his weapon almost out of his hands.

And at this time, Dongmen Shatian suddenly grabbed his cuffs, and his people were on the horse, and the people and horses were one, and with a fierce force, they immediately pulled Yan Xuexing up.

There were three people on one horse, and the horses on the journey were all over the place, connecting more than ten people.

"Lin longing!" Yan Xuexing shouted heartbreakingly, his eyes were unconsciously red, and he felt that tears flowed so easily for the first time.

Lin longs to slash out with one palm, blocking the way of the two of them, Night Terror Hong and Liu Yuwei, and Liu Yuwei rises up in the air and slashes down with a volley. Night Terror is a hundred ghosts sweeping thousands of troops with a hundred ghosts and ghosts! The steel whip swept out!

This move was originally a killer move created by the evil idiot and the void spirit when he crossed the journey north! Before the move came out, the momentum was overwhelming, and the murderous aura burst out in an instant!

Lin longing slapped a pair of fleshy palms on the steel whip hard, and the violent blow of "popping" suddenly shattered the flesh and bones of his palms, and his hands suddenly seemed to be roasted like fire, but Lin longing did not take a step back at all, but held the steel whip in his hand, and took three steps forward step by step.

This kind of person who has killed countless people overnight, and his heart is cold, he looks at Lin Longing's blood-red eyes, the corners of his mouth are full of blood, and his stubborn expression stands proudly and never bows his head. At this time, Liu Yuwei's single knife had been inserted obliquely into his back heart from top to bottom.

Lin longed for an unwilling look in his eyes, and let go of his arm softly.

The night is cold and sad, and the wind blows, and the bauhinia flowers are broken!

Yan Xuexing slapped her palm excitedly, and the bauhinia petals fell layer by layer, and suddenly shattered to the ground.

Flowers are not fragrant, flowers are colder, if people are ruthless, they are crazy!

Yan Xuexing suddenly jumped off the horse, his people had already rushed into the crowd, and he made a vigorous move, and the sword light was overwhelming!

The blood is endless, and the bonuses are endless. From time to time someone bleeds, and every now and then someone falls.

A touch of moonlight rose faintly, and the Buddha looked at each other coldly, and the Buddha ignored it.

Yan Xuexing suddenly felt a kick in the back, and his right chest was hit by a person in front of him with a gathering fist. Before he could see the comer, he was hit by these two blows, and he had long forgotten the pain, but he had to bleed.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, which was probably the last drop of his blood, and he staggered to the ground, the wild donkey rolled forward a meter like a roll, and then the blade of the sword cut off the man who attacked him behind him, and he stood up resolutely, but he knew that his sword was weak.

Yan Xuexing knew that the reason why he was able to support him for so long was not only because his Thunder Sword Technique had risen to the next level, but more importantly, because of his concentration. Determination determines perseverance! He has perseverance, so he doesn't fall! He could hold out to the end, to the last drop of blood.

Who dares to pull back the sword?

The eyes that cover the sky at the east gate are also red like the sunset, and the sunset is only afterglow but not a single tear.

Dongmen Shatian has always been a person who sheds blood without tears!

His spear swept out, and immediately one of them was trapped, and then he threw it forward, and three or five of them fell to the ground. His spear slammed into the air, and then smashed more than a dozen times. Blood spurted from time to time on the spear, and the crowd was suddenly smashed into a hole, and more than 30 corpses fell to the ground.

"If you want to die, you will die together! The east gate can kill Bauhinia Wind Street, and there is no regret when you go south to Jingxiang! The east gate stood with a spear across the sky, looked into the distance angrily, and said hatefully.

The imprisoned dragon did not cry or shed tears, his expression was very calm, calm to the point of no expression, he sat quietly on the horse, silently looking into the distance.

The distance is already ethereal.

Afar!

Hope and light!

There is light in the distance!

Knife light! Sword light! And the firelight!

The crowds on both sides of the distance began to stir, and the shouts of killing had already shook the heavens and the earth!

"Monk, are you crying?" Shaolin Temple's stuffy San'er said to the flower monk.

Monk Hua looked at the sullen San'er with a serious expression and a look of respect in his eyes, and couldn't help but say: "The monk was just blinded by the wind and sand, when did the monk cry, just kidding." ”

Stuffy San'er said: "It doesn't seem ashamed to cry at this time, I want to cry too." ”

More than 300 people in the inn were suddenly silent, they watched silently, silently...