On Mount Hua, shout to kill the heavens!

Nangong Jun's eyes began to blur, and he looked at Feng Xinglie directly in front of him in a daze.

"Come on! Brothers! Why don't you come? Others don't understand me, don't you understand? Two lines of tears welled up in his eyes.

Feng Xinglie looked at Nangong Jun's eyes, his eyes were red, and tears flowed frantically like broken pearls.

"Ahh

The spear of the wind was like a thunderbolt, and it made a terrible sound and went straight to the lower abdomen of Simon Thorn.

Ximen Thorn was slightly stunned, and subconsciously blocked Nangong Jun in front of him. This time, Feng Xinglie didn't put away the gun, and still struggled to stab the gun.

The spear pierced Nangong Jun's chest, spurting out a mouthful of blood in a fierce manner, and he gritted his teeth and stabbed it hard, and the spear penetrated Nangong Jun's body like lightning, and it sank into Ximen Thorn's lower abdomen three inches.

Everyone was stunned, no one spoke, just stared at the miserable scene in amazement.

Nangong Junyuan opened his eyes, grabbed the fierce spear with both hands, let the blood gush out of his body, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and said in a trembling voice: "Good brother, thank you for it!" ”

Ximen Thorn roared wildly, leaving Nangong Jun, who had already lost his breath, far away, and Qingfeng's sword slashed down like lightning, directly taking the top gate of Fengxinglie. Feng Xinglie's eyes were sluggish, and he didn't want to dodge.

"Be careful!" Wu Ruotang had already recovered from the shock, and flew forward without hesitation, sliding in front of Feng Xinglie on his knees, and the dragon bird knife was crossed, and he took this powerful sword like thunder.

As a master of swordsmanship in the world, the sword of Ximen Thorn is like the top of Mount Tai, and the strength is just to the extreme, Wu Ruotang is in a hurry, so after suffering the thunderous blow of Ximen Thorn, the whole person suddenly burst into a burst of dazzling tinnitus, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Ahh

Simon thorned his wrist, and the four-foot Qingfeng sword had already sunk into his chest and abdomen. Feng Xinglie's hands stretched out. Grabbed her blade hard.

"Look at the guns!" Feng Xinglie was heartbroken and his friend died, and the silver spike pointed out the steel spear to shake the big spear flower, and slammed into the chest of Ximen Thorn like thunder.

Ximen stabbed back the sword hard, but the Qingfeng sword was firmly held. Nothing can be pulled back. She snorted coldly, her wrist shook violently, his hands turned into a bloody piece of flesh, and the Qingfeng Sword came out of his hand, just blocking the fierce and thunderous spear.

The name of the popular silver spear. Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows how easy his marksmanship is, Ximen Thorn only felt a numbness in his right arm, and just now Nangong Jun injured his own palm and the two shots of Feng Xinglie attacked at the same time, making her feel a burst of collapse.

At this time, Lin Pingzhi's sword, Wu Ruotang's dragon bird knife, and Zhang Wuji's iron fist attacked at the same time. Lin Pingzhi's sword struck Ximen directly in the throat, Zhang Wuji stabbed Ximen in the chest and abdomen with a single fist, and Wu Ruotang's dragon bird knife struck Ximen Tattoo Blade again with the power of a fierce shot just now.

Under the continuous and extremely powerful blows, Simon Thorn finally couldn't support it. Spit out a mouthful of black water, took a step back, and the flying leg withdrew Zhang Wuji's iron fist, split Lin Pingzhi's arc sword with his left palm, and swept away the dragon sparrow knife and silver spear with the Qingfeng sword.

At this time, Song Qingshu, who had been guarding the periphery, finally waited for the opportunity, and immediately let out a long roar, and said majestically: "Dog thief, look at the arrow!" ”

The two strings rang out in succession, and fourteen white feather arrows galloped towards the Ximen thorn.

Seven feathers in a row, it is the unique magic skill of Wudang in the Central Plains, and Song Qingshu has been gathering momentum for a long time. At this time, there was a sudden attack, and it was like a frightening and fierce thunder, and there were fourteen silver-white afterimages hanging in the seven-zhang space between him and Ximen Thorn, which showed the speed of the arrow.

Simon was seriously wounded. The body could not be moved, but the Qingfeng Sword in his right hand swung like lightning at a speed that exceeded the limits of his human potential.

All they heard in their ears was "Ding Ding!" With two sounds, the fourteen white feather arrows turned into twenty-eight segments in this short instant.

However, the White Feather Divine Arrow was so powerful that even a broken arrow was still castrated. The three arrows remained undiminished, piercing deep into Simon's shoulders and lower abdomen.

"Ahh Ximen screamed fiercely, holding the Qingfeng Sword with both hands at the same time, and a cyan light like a poisonous dragon suddenly soared on the tip of the sword.

"Be careful! Jian Gang! Wu Ruotang shouted, shrugged his body, and attacked with all his might.

At this time, Simon Thorn had begun his incomparably graceful and terrifying dance of death. The sword turned into a sky full of blue lightning, like the light of the setting sun, enveloping everyone present in an instant.

"Eight Formations of the Wind!" This self-created divine sword that Ximen Thorn relies on to run rampant in the world combines the fast ferocity of his specialty swordsmanship "Wind Thirteen Thorns" and the treacherous and fierce swordsmanship of the "Eight Formations" swordsmanship, not only the sword gang is fierce, but also the implicit formation, dozens of sword gangs are scattered, and the orderly second attack is blocked, and the retreat of dozens of masters around is all sealed.

Among the more than 100 Zhuang Ding of the Luo family that day, more than 70 people died in this gorgeous and desperate death sword net.

At this time, there was a miserable howl on the cliff, and more than a dozen masters of the family who were usually famous in the rivers and lakes danced and shouted to the ground in this strange cyan sword gang, and some people were actually cut into four pieces by the staggered sword gang.

"Stand down, everybody!" Wu Ruotang spun around, his body fell to the ground, and the dragon bird knife circled and attacked the next plate of the Ximen stab.

This is the ground type fog hidden cloud dragon knife technique he used when he was escorting Emperor An Ning and fighting with the army of the Jin Kingdom, turning the defensive sword technique into an offensive knife technique.

I saw that his shoulders, elbows, hips, knees, hips, and legs were exerted, his body was spinning like a wheel, and the snow and bright knife light like an ice tray did not leave the lower three roads of Ximen Thorn.

It was the first time that Simon Thorn encountered such a trick, and he actually let him attack the dead end of the Eight Formations of the Wind.

He snorted, his body jumped up in the air, and he turned the Eight Array Diagram Sword Technique in a direction and blasted it downward. If this swordsmanship is solid, Wu Ruotang will turn into a ball of blood and mud.

Wu Ruotang gritted his teeth, his body was a little on the ground, and he actually rose from the ground with him, the sword was like practice, and he still attacked his lower plate according to the situation.

Ximen frowned, his body was a gold pendant, and it fell suddenly, and the cold light of the Qingfeng Sword flashed, picking up Wu Ruotang's Dragon Bird Knife and going straight to his eyebrows.

Wu Ruotang inhaled "hey", his body curled up into a round ball, and his legs "clicked" twice on the sword body.

Ximen Thorn sneered, and the Qingfeng Sword turned in a graceful circle, and the green mang flashed, heading straight for his back, and it was about to pierce him through his heart.

At this moment, a strange and unpredictable wind sounded behind her, he secretly said that it was not good, his body shrank and stepped on the ground quickly, and the whole person once again rose into the air like a flag flower rocket. Where he had landed, a long sword had struck a sword mark seven inches deep. (To be continued.) )