"The wind is sluggish, and the light is golden. ”

A secret whisper from nowhere, a short figure accompanied by a poignant blood flower, a fresh life dissipated, and there was no luck.

was a shocking scene, caught off guard.

"Senior Sister Hua!"

The Moon Sword Spirit Qi and Blood did not run smoothly in an instant, and when the three hall masters saw this, the three yuan skills flowed to each other, and the Xuanhuo Hall Master waved the Xuanhuo Slash, and the fire was all over the sky, and the woods here were dyed red.

"Karma!"

In an instant, the fire in the sky condensed and slashed towards the Moon Sword Spirit.

During the crisis, Leng Jianyun stepped forward and slashed fiercely with all his life's strength.

"The yellow sand is long, and the light is golden. ”

The figure that disappeared in a hurry flashed again, and made a move from behind, and the must-kill move and the majestic knife in front formed a flanking momentum, which was to eradicate the heart of Chashan in one fell swoop.

The splattered blood, the miserable scream, scene by scene, as if the most ferocious sword in the world was stabbed on the Moon Sword Spirit.

"Poof!" The Floating Moon Sword blocked the dark knife, and the sharp sword power invaded the heart, and in just a few rounds, just because of the people in the shadows, the three heroes of Chashan had been forced into a desperate way.

On top of the white shirt, bright red dots.

Among the three masters, only the head of the Moon Sword Spirit is still standing.

"It is worthy of being the head of the tea mountain, so declining, so dangerous, the fighting spirit is not gone, I Aoki worships, if it is not for the opposition between you and me, otherwise, I am really willing to have a love with you. Seeing this scene, the master of Aoki Hall was moved.

The Floating Moon Sword was slowly raised, and when the Moon Sword Spirit raised his eyes, the sharp sword qi emitted from his body.

"Ahh

The masters of Xuanhuo and Bishui Hall were shocked, and the people peeping in the dark also showed surprised looks.

The wind was howling, but the direction of the wind was converging towards the Moon Sword Spirit from all directions.

There were countless shouts of killing in the wind, and it was recognizable that the followers of the Southern Sect had gained the upper hand in the sudden attack, shouting to kill and wailing comrades.

"Not good!" Sensing the crisis, the Bishui Hall Master shouted loudly and immediately retreated, while the slightly sluggish Xuanhuo Hall Master and the Aoki Hall Master, who was completely in pain, had already been hit.

The Moon Sword Spirit angrily lifted the Floating Moon Sword, suddenly raised Yuan Gong, and rushed towards the two of them with a coquettish shout.

Angry, angry, angry!

Surprise! Surprise!

The same door was killed, the comrades were slaughtered, the moon sword spirit was furious, the floating moon in his hand flashed, a stab and a retraction, moving like a spirit rabbit, fierce as a wind falcon, the sword roared like the wind, it was the strongest sword style in Chashan: "The floating moon reflects the wind and rain!"

The moves were dense and invulnerable, and in an instant, Xuanhuo and Aoki seemed to stand in the eye of a hurricane, and in an instant, there were no bones.

Seeing that the killing machine was coming, the master of Bishui Hall forcibly mentioned the true yuan, and the Bishui sword was extremely moved, but the sword qi was like a mud cow entering the sea, and during the crisis, the people in the shadows had to come out, and the dark light appeared, blocking in front of Bishui.

The dark dagger danced, and the floating moon sword burst out of 10,000 sparks.

"Stand down!" The short man spoke for the first time, and with a turn of the dagger in his hand, a sword qi diverted and flew towards Leng Jianyun, who was lying on the ground and dying, and his other arm used to block was instantly pierced by the floating moon.

As soon as the Floating Moon Sword Blade turned, the perfect sword path was displayed again, without any hindrance, and he stood up in front of Leng Jianyun to dissolve the sword qi.

"Senior sister, it's okay. ”

Unexpectedly, a chill directly enveloped the whole body from behind the Moon Sword Spirit, and the moment the blade entered the body, the secret words from in front of Fang Cai Bishui only entered his ears.

"The oblivion is gentle, and the light is golden. ”

The extremely fast body can't bring half a wisp of airflow, just like a space jump, just one knife, and the blood is gushing like a spring.

With just one blow, the sword qi had already penetrated deep into the viscera.

The Moon Sword Spirit endured the severe pain, his wrist tilted, and the Floating Moon Sword Blade swirled, slashing behind him, but only the uneasy air trembled.

The lower abdomen is pierced, and the blood is gushing like a spring.

And the hidden master had already left, and there were only two people still standing in the field, the Moon Sword Spirit and the Bishui Hall Master.

"Ding!" Moon Sword Spirit finally couldn't hold on anymore and knelt on one knee.

Fang sealed several important points, and the bleeding gradually stopped, but he lost too much blood and was unable to fight again.

Seeing that the head of Chashan was abandoned, the master of Bishui Hall was shocked to realize that he was the only one in the audience who had not been injured, and suddenly rushed towards the Moon Sword Spirit with his sword, wanting to take her head.

And although the Moon Sword Spirit has not fallen, it can only look at the approaching Southern Sect thieves in a gradually blurred vision······

When the victory or defeat of the three heroes of Chashan and the Lord of the South Church had been divided, the situation of the battle in another place had also changed, and the Deputy Head of Daozhen joined forces with the Linyuan Temple to supervise the Temple against the Deputy Sect Master of Karatu and the Lord of the Liujin Hall.

"Mr. Jimo, I haven't seen you for many years, but I didn't expect you to be old," the deputy sect leader turned his head to look at the sect leader's battle circle, "Look at your senior brother, you are more than ten years older, and now you are more and more energetic, is it because the deity was too much for you back then?"

When the enemies saw each other, they were very red-eyed.

In the past Great War between the North and the South, the then Purple Tu Hall Master and the younger generation of the three disciples of Daozhen were classified into the same battle situation, and the end was that the support was delayed, resulting in Jimo Hou, who was the third disciple of Daozhen, being captured by Karatu and tortured for a long time before being rescued. The rescued Jimo Hou was basically incapacitated, and was placed in a conspicuous place, as if he was a dead dog discarded by Karatu. Bearing such a great humiliation, that is, Mohou has been like a day for more than ten years, looking for the previous generation to take charge of the sect to receive the holy sword of the town sect to refine the sword, study the method of entering the demon, and finally get the reward

Wish, find another way to practice the evil demon sword move - "Refining the Sun and Returning to Hell"!

"Don't talk about it, let's make a bright move!" Ji Mohou burst into a shout, and the refining sword was like a flying fire meteor, pointing directly at the deputy sect leader. But seeing the deputy sect leader wave his hand, an eight-foot waning moon staff appeared in his hand. The waning moon waved, and in an instant, the fiery moon melted into nothing.

Jimo Hou's heart of revenge is great, how can he allow the enemy to be presumptuous in front of him, swing the sword of refining, start and fall back, and recruit ferocity, the sword heart is like the red sun shining in the wilderness, and the sword light will cover the deputy sect leader in an instant. But seeing the deputy sect leader, he stepped back slightly, and the waning moon staff danced like a long worm in his hand, taking shape with the wind, and the staff danced with the sword, guiding the fierce sword fire to be annihilated again and again, just like a waning moon, soft and brilliant but comparable to the sun.

"Haha, it's only been a few years, and your swordsmanship has advanced like this!" the deputy sect leader admired as he explained the move.

"Hmph! But as soon as the moon breaks, I also want to compete with the refining sun, the next move, see how you resolve it!"

As if the two sides had a heart, the remnant moon staff in the hand of the deputy sect leader who had once taken advantage of the situation to solve the trick suddenly gave it away, hit the fiery refining sword, and took advantage of the situation to retreat into the air.

Jimo Hou stood firmly on the earth with his feet, and the nameless fire in his heart rose, and the sword qi of the evil fire of the sword refining sword was from the bottom up, pointing directly at Cangxiong.

"Refining the day is sealed, and the sin domain is locked!"