The fluttering and wonderful pen is full of spiritual rhyme, and the red and green are shining.

For a while, the dozen or so Longmen Tianmai warriors who besieged Le Ruoxi were tragically sharpened by the gestures, and they were suffocated and defeated.

"Ruoxi's wonderful method of writing flowers is so condensed so strangely...... "Tang Li, who fought and retreated, made two swords swing away three or two dark pool guards, and said in a low voice with a look of surprise.

Le Ruoxi's eight-character pen hair is a battle skill at the level of concentration, with the spiritual energy in the body as the guide, bursting into the eight veins of the strange meridian and drawing, so it derives many visions, and shocks the Longmen warriors to retreat again and again.

And that Ouyang Cheng envoy was a red thin sword, the sword body was like a snake, the sword light was like snow, and it was waved like a red whip with a loud sound, and the silver light giant sword of the three Heavenly Vein martial artists in front of him complemented each other, and the fight was extremely strong for a while.

The few Dragon Gate warriors who attacked were also just starting to reach the Heavenly Vein, and it was inevitable that they would be a little difficult to deal with, but they could also stop the defeat by using the strange combat skills of the Dragon Gate.

The red sword slashed through the slightest spiritual fire, and the heart palpitations emitted were blazing. Ouyang Cheng was as proud as a man, smiling evilly, and the spirit sword in his hand swung to the extreme, stabbing out fire snakes and twisting them in all directions.

The red light is like practice, and it is very bright, and the sword momentum is even more terrifying.

The two or three Dragon Gate warriors tacitly resisted, and the spirit soldiers in their hands were straight, emitting terrifying silver energy.

Ouyang Cheng responded calmly, and at the same time leaped into the sky, the silver mang Zhenyuan fought with the red snake for a while, the red sword danced in her hand, and when the head slashed, a magnificent sword qi cut through the opponent's armor, and it was difficult to avoid it......

Looking at the disciples of the Quartet Sword Pavilion struggling to resist the enemy, Yan Wuyi, who was gradually calming down, was very moved, although he had many doubts in his heart, he also knew that this was not the time to ask.

"Tang Li Ouyang, quickly take Yan Wuyi to leave the Ming disciple!"

The battle became more and more intense, and Luo Ying, who was guarding himself tightly, saw that Yan Wuyi was able to stand up, and his hanging heart finally fell temporarily, and hurriedly instructed Tang Li and Ouyang Cheng to take him away.

I saw that Luoying's ten fingers burst out with a little brilliant light, and a jade butterfly finger was born with the strange urging of the meridians in the body, and the vast pulse power in the meridians that had already been opened up flowed and melted into the ten fingers to burst open.

In front of him, there were two Dragon Gate warriors who slashed with swords, and they attacked violently, and all the jade fingers of Luo Yingrou were released, and the terrifying power directly hit the spirit knife.

Jade Butterfly fingers are heavy and fast, and they are skillful.

One blow and ten lights collapsed, causing bursts of lilac pulse wind to sweep away, and the ten fingers turned into a fluttering flying flying and fighting Qiankun.

"Boom!"

Even if the two of them had a heavenly vein cultivation, it was difficult to block the shattered fingers that were as powerful as three or five thousand, and they fainted on the spot when the knife was broken.

"Don't fight, retreat quickly!"

Luo Yingjiao shouted, and when she retreated first, her sharp eyes swept in all directions, and she actually crossed a few fierce intents.

"Yes!" the disciples of the Sword Pavilion said in unison, and the moves became more and more powerful.

Tang Li Ouyang turned around and came to Yan Wuyi's left and right, and one person held one hand and rose into the air, wanting to take the top and leave.

"Stop them!"

Yi Dongqi, who had been fighting with Luo Jingchong, suddenly felt that something was wrong, and flew away to kick away the red scale sword momentum, and stepped to the side with a vertical step.

As soon as Yi Dongqi's order came out, the Broken Sea Gate warriors who were surrounding the rear all swept up, throwing out flying needles that flashed with sharp light, bound to keep Yan Wuyi.

"The crossbow is raised, and a hundred arrows are fired!"

This side of the Dragon Gate martial artists also noticed something unusual, and with Ji Xiao's order, more than a dozen Dragon Gate martial artists on one side quickly used their crossbows and shot towards Yan Wuyi and the three of them who were rising in the air!

"If the disciples of the Sword Pavilion dare to stop it, they will all be killed. Ji Xiao secretly commanded again, signaling that his subordinates did not have to keep their hands.

I saw a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, and he was a little reckless.

"Senior brother, this ......"

Bai Shan, who had a sad face, was inevitably a little anxious when he saw that it was difficult to break through the Sword Pavilion formation, but when he heard Ji Xiao's death order, he couldn't help but be shocked and said: "The Cold Light Sword Pavilion is one of the seven great sword pavilions of the Luo family, if we kill the disciples of the Cold Light Sword Pavilion, I am afraid that it will cause the Luo family to be angry, and then the Dragon Gate will suffer." ”

"I can't take care of it so much, leaving Yan Wuyi first is the top priority. Ji Xiao ignored the advice, pursed his lips and smiled, and still beckoned his subordinates to shoot poisonous arrows frantically.

"That's it. Bai Shan shook his head and sighed bitterly, although among the martial artists sent by the Dragon Gate, Lu Xuan has always been the most important, so he can only listen to Ji Xiao's words.

Hundreds of arrows swept through the sky, splashing out brilliant lights, but the brilliant arrows carried an endless chill, avoiding the wind and snow.

"The Longmen Organ crossbow is highly poisonous, you take Yan Wuyi to leave here first, and I will cast a spell to control the situation!" Ouyang Cheng thought for a moment before making a decision, and anxiously urged Tang Li to leave with Yan Wuyi, who was difficult to mention spiritual strength.

"Hmm. ”

Tang Li nodded cautiously, this is not the time to care about who stays and who leaves, so the body of the leap moved a few points, and Yan Wuyi rolled to the side of the red roof.

For a while, only Ouyang Cheng stood proudly in the air, and a wonderful leap to the roof.

"Emperor Yunkang prisoner, flying geese are all night!"

Seeing the long poisonous weapon dark needle killing, Ouyang Cheng silently recited a spiritual spell to urge the treasure to rise, and with the light of the curse, a strange blue crystal stone disk roared out, reflecting the dark night sky clearly.

The ancient inscriptions carved on the stone plate seemed to come to life, exuding a strong light, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into a series of agile air currents that entwined endlessly, and a layer of golden prohibitions appeared in the sky above.

"Boom Boom ......"

The piercing sound continued to diffuse, and as soon as the terrifying prohibition was issued, it blocked thousands of incoming dark needle poison arrows, and the two parties were at a stalemate for a while, and no one could help anyone.

"Keep put!"

Ji Xiao said with his eyebrows, and took out his crossbow from his waist and shot towards Yan Wuyi and Tang Li not far away.

"Flying Goose Night!"

I had seen the common disadvantages of the power of the flying geese at home, and his face trembled violently when he was full of annoyance.

This spiritual weapon Fei Yanxiao can be called a defensive weapon, and a slight spell will trigger the device to be invigorated, and a hard prohibition can be formed in an instant.

Feiyan Xiao is a rafter stone spirit plate created by the refiner of the Luo family above the ancient Yunkang Instrument Gate magic method, which has the power of imprisoning the power of the town, but the strength of the prohibition depends on the cultivation of the caster.

"Instead of wasting time here, it is better to chase Yan Wuyi and the others as much as possible, and it can save a lot of trouble. ”

"Chase!"

Seeing that the girl was still struggling to support the flying goose night to promote her power, Chang Yan decisively withdrew from the battle circle, and took the dark pool guard of the Cangyun Palace to move the flying claws to the top, wanting to chase away from the other side of the street.

"Hold them back!"

Luo Yingqiao frowned, and got up first, and Yu Xuantang on the side also walked against the flying wall, and the double thorns stabbed towards Chang Xian, who rushed to the roof.

There is a sense of distant vicissitudes from the double thorns, the poisonous tongue is the tip of the thorn, the slightest cold light is overwhelming, the sashimi is engraved with cloud patterns, and the purple-black material is even more mysterious.

Seeing this desperate scene, Chang Xian directly resorted to the method of seducing the soul, and a sharp claw hooked, blocking the double stab attack and taking advantage of the trend.

"Whew!"

The sound of shredded clothes sounded, and the clothes on Yu Xuantang's chest, which had consumed a lot of spiritual power, were directly cut by him, which looked extremely hideous, overflowing with traces of blood.

Before you know it, the sky is getting white.

Yan Wuyi and Tang Li rushed to a snowy forest at the end of Mingtu Road.

Yan Wuyi was out of breath, and Tang Li slowly stopped his body.

Just because there was a masked assassin in white clothes standing in front of him, a gust of cold wind blew, and within ten steps of him as the center, there was no trace of snow, but a thick layer of snow around him.

A purple-black demonic aura lingered around him, making him drift in the snow, like an enlightener between heaven and earth, merging with this fragmented snowland, and its shape and meaning were all muddy.

I saw that he suddenly opened his strange eyes, and his momentum soared for a while, and his power spread in all directions, causing pieces of snow to burst out, and the terrifying power of thunder lifted up layers of snow, leaving a gully several meters deep on the ground, and slammed directly on an old tree hundreds of meters away.

At the center of his gaze, a white-clad swordsman stood under the thick branches of the old tree, holding a black sword in his right hand.

The assassin's aura fluctuated very subtly, and it was very deeply hidden. Under the snow-white, a white dress is quite suitable for the scenery.

But to give yourself the feeling that it is like being silent, a fatal poisonous snake, which makes people frightened.

(End of chapter)