"Hua Wucheng, since you are poisoned, I will let you have three swords. ”

The voice sounded, bright and unpretentious.

But it's not the same as the poisoned work, not at all!

The wind was winding, the snow was falling, and the red lantern was shining uncertainly, and the man who ruled the world was standing on the snow, looking sideways at the gray and white swordsman on the roof, and said lightly: "Come to war." ”

Hua Wucheng didn't expect that this poisoning thing would really take advantage of himself, so he was silent, and just shouted loudly: "Then Hua is here." ”

In the eyes of everyone, they saw a gray light rising into the sky, the gray-haired alliance leader closed his eyes, and the sword had not been pulled out, but the momentum was surging, and in the middle of the way, the long sword held by one arm suddenly let go.

The hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

The sword came out an inch and dragged out of the sheath, and the sword qi was like the sun about to burst, dazzling, making it impossible to see the figures of the two people.

The sword is out!

A sword pierced through the air, and the heavens and the earth roared like Huang Zhong Dalu, and the majesty sounded.

The huge wave of wind and snow in the sky was like a whirlpool, and the heroes on the ground hurriedly covered their sleeves and faces, and luck sank down to resist this violent air wave.

The wind dispersed, the snow dispersed, and the two of them were no longer in the sky, but fell on a clearing in the capital.

The Divine Warrior King in the python robe stretched out his right hand, and his two fingers caught the sharp sword.

"The first sword. ”

An indifferent voice came, and the Divine Martial King let go of his fingers and threw them away at will, and the one-armed gray-clothed swordsman rose and fell several times, widening the distance.

The scabbard is long gone, and there is no need to draw the sword.

Therefore, the slightly thin, but powerful hand held the sword, dragged diagonally, and walked slowly, in the eyes of the Lord of the Hua League, only the young prince who stood with his hands in his hands was left.

In the distance, the knights performed their own light skills, and they all stood on the roof, and many of them carried lanterns, and soon stood around the open space the size of the capital square, watching this scene.

In the world of black and white, there is more red light.

Hua Wucheng circled around the center, and he walked faster and faster, but he was sensing the traces of the three ascetics.

They had come, they had walked in the darkness, in the shadows of three different directions, at the mouth of three different alleys, and they had folded their hands and were ready to kill.

Such a high-profile step on the snow has already destined those Zena to never underestimate him again.

It's just that the Buddha fire that burned out the five senses ruined what kind of sense did he feel?

Hua Wucheng's mind quickly passed some necessary things, the second sword, he was ready to show weakness.

Therefore, with a low shout, in the eyes of everyone, the gray-haired alliance leader finally moved, and the gray wandering ring suddenly stopped, and the sword was like a white light shot out of the cocoon!

Breaking through the wind and snow, like the scream of a cracked silk, a sword returned.

The Divine Warrior King in the python robe squinted slightly, flicked his fingers away, and only heard a crisp sound of "dang", and the sword slid sideways and slid past him.

Ahem, ahem...

Hua Wucheng fell to the ground, then slowly got up, picked up the long sword, and half-knelt on the ground, facing away from the Shenwu King, but he seemed to be overexerting force, and his breath was out of tune, or he was poisoned and had not recovered, looking like he was vicissitudes and sadness.

"Lord of the Huameng, sure enough, the poison has not healed. ”

"This third sword seems to be in no suspense. ”

"It's just a pity for this peerless battle, and it's a pity for the name of the hero. ”

The crowd sighed.

"The second sword. ”

Shenwu King's voice was indifferent, and then he reminded: "You still have one more chance, you don't need to hide anymore, otherwise, you won't even be able to make a move." ”

"Ahem, cough, cough..."The sickly gray-haired man was still coughing, and then suddenly raised his head and said hoarsely, "Where's your Fang Tian Halberd?"

"The wind and snow are my halberd. ”

King Shenwu looked indifferent, "If you go all out, you will naturally see that you and I know the meaning of today's battle, and we are already at the moment of seeing the dagger, what are you doing while hiding and kneeling and coughing?"

He smiled contemptuously, "You, you don't deserve my respect. ”

With a wave of his sleeves, the wind and snow all over his body suddenly stopped, and he froze at his side, as if time had stopped, "Come on, don't let me wait too long, the recital of the imperial study is still waiting for me to go back and review it." ”

"Good!!"

Hua Wucheng let out a low roar, his eyes turned, looking at the shadow hidden by the dervishe, and then shouted: "At this time, it is indeed a poor dagger, if you don't go all out, when will you wait!!"

As soon as the voice stopped, for a moment, this sick man seemed to be the leader of the righteous path alliance of the rivers and lakes who could not be sustained, and suddenly stepped on the ground, and the ground exploded, and the stone chips splashed, rushing towards the sky, mixed with the heavy snow falling from the sky.

His single arm, holding the sword, suddenly began to change.

Red as blood, muscles knotted, the long sleeves of the green shirt could not bear the swelling and burst, the scorching heat distorted the air, and the whole square seemed to be a hot furnace.

The third sword of the Huameng Lord stabbed out, but it felt like it was just that huge palm, and the five claws that were no longer human-like were the means of attack, and the sword was just an ornament in the palm of the palm.

The onlookers could barely believe their eyes.

"It's... What is this?"

"This arm, this..."

"It's a demon!!"

The contrasting reverse scroll is almost unresponsive, and the heroes look at this scene blankly, like a dream, not distinguishing the true from the false.

Huameng Lord, how can it be a demon?

How can it be?

And at the same moment.

It's a great change again.

Three golden rays of light burst out from the darkness of the three alleys, and the Sanskrit sound was everywhere, and the sacred meaning made people can't help but bow, bend their knees, and lie down to prostrate.

A Buddha light hides the supreme powerful vajra.

A Buddha light, but it is a double fish entanglement.

A Buddha light is actually a constant ***.

Golden, golden, fire, golden!

Four rays of light in all directions!

At the end of the light, there was the Shenwu King who was wrapped in a python robe, but at this time he looked a little depressed.

He didn't seem to notice the killing blow, just looked up at the vast sky.

The sky is snowing.

Heavy snow.

Snow like flocculents.

The sky has not opened its eyes.

God and demon together!

"It's almost spring, isn't it?"

King Shenwu smiled.

Raising his fingers, the five fingers pressed the ground, and the snow around him suddenly became golden, and the flowers were all the fire of Nirvana burning the five senses, and between heaven and earth, the wind and snow swept away, as if the mind had affected the will of heaven.

The momentum of the explosion broke through the gray sky above the beginning!

The heroes of the rivers and lakes who were oppressed by supreme coercion bent their knees, but at this time they seemed to feel something, and looked up at the sky.

A long and narrow hole was broken in the sky, and behind the cave was a pure white sky, a color that was no longer gray.

And the indifferent and majestic voice rose in the ears of each of them.

"If you don't open your eyes, I'll open them for you.

If you are ruthless and don't come out, I'll ask for you. ”

The domineering voice overwhelmed all the light, and in everyone's eyes, at the end of the surging golden light, the young Shenwu King raised his hand, and the wind and snow became his hand.

Wind and snow are halberds.

Chop!