Spring and Autumn collided with bloody hands.

It is not the opposition between good and evil, but a grudge that has been accumulated for more than 20 years. When the scholar puts down the book, when the city lord puts down his body, it becomes a grievance between a middle-aged man and an old man.

The sword qi was scattered, and the bloody hand was annihilated. Neither of them took much advantage.

There was a hint of black on the scholar's clothes. The Spring and Autumn Period in his hand was still righteous and awe-inspiring, his eyebrows were coldly raised, and he said, "You are old." The eyes can't see the good things anymore. ”

Huo Zhan smiled, the sunset of the summer solstice is still a long time. He was still in his prime, without the melancholy of the infinitely good sunset, and sneered: "You are still too tender." Master's protégé, at the feet of Xuanyuan, too beautiful things are in front of your eyes, and you will forget to look at the dark corners. ”

The Spring and Autumn Sword shone even brighter in the scorching sun, and his sword began to become hot.

Yangguan three stacks!

This sword, the blazing light emitted, even the impending spirit was suppressed.

For a while, the sword in Mo Hui's hand was like the scorching sun at noon.

He said coldly: "Since you can't see beauty, why should there be residual poison in the world!"

The sword is extreme to the point where it is impossible to face it.

This kind of light makes everyone in Fengshadu feel two more suns. In the depths of the entire River Styx, that kind of heat, if it weren't for the Yuan Force to resist, would not be able to stay at all.

Even Huo Zhan felt a little tricky. A black light floated out from behind him. Different from the black light of the big black dog, his body was like Lin Qin running rampant everywhere in an instant, and his aura was full of darkness. He was not afraid at all, and said, "Yes, I can finally see something." ”

The spiritual energy in his body directly overwhelmed all the Yuan Force. Turned into a cloud of black flames.

Yangguan Sandie,

A sword spring and autumn.

Bang!

Spring and autumn shine to the extreme. Suddenly, there was a soft roar.

In an instant, the extreme sun. Downhill.

Spring and Autumn are broken.

For some reason, it was just broken.

"Haha. What should I say about you? Do you slap your face when you see the beauty of your eyes? Even the sword is secondary, why talk about killing me?" Huo Zhan laughed playfully. That hideous face, from time to time, the dark qi broke out, turning into a hideous expression, as if he wanted to get out of Huo Zhan's body.

Mo Hui's expression was still indifferent, and the spring and autumn fell into the River Styx, perhaps thousands of years ago. Another artifact was born. However, he didn't care about it, and muttered to himself, "Do you still hate me?" He laughed miserably, but the aura on his body still skyrocketed.

Triple level, only one layer is broken.

The endless sea, lonely for five years, this seal, waited for five years, sealed for three years, and now it has been broken. It's a pity that the spring and autumn of the sword are revealed. He doesn't blame Lin Qin, he doesn't blame the cripple, if he wants to blame, he can only blame himself for being naïve.

He didn't bring a piano with him. That piano. He gave it to a Li Yongsheng, but the next day he was chopped into wood by Li Yongsheng and cooked a pot of meat. That day, he was very drunk. It's okay to break the thought.

Although there is no piano in his hands. In the heart, you can also go to the mountains and rivers!

The River Styx began to roll up huge waves, and Mo Hui stood in the middle of it. Motionless.

The second layer of the seal is broken.

Mo Hui's black hair flew, and his hands shook the waves. The water of the River Styx was splashed on the gravel, and he was still standing there. The stirred up water of the River Styx turned into a yin fish, forming a huge Taiji with the blazing vitality.

"Even if the sword is broken, it can also slay demons!"

Mo Hui picked up the Taiji diagram on the broken handle in his hand and slowly came towards Huo Zhan.

"City Lord be careful!"

Jiulong Wei shot one after another, wanting to stop Mo Hui's figure.

"Stop me, whoever dares to make a move, don't be killed!" Huo Zhan's face changed, and the aura on his body became even stronger. He smiled at Mo and said, "Break the sword and slay the demon, but my heart is upset, what should I do?"

Mo Hui's pupils shrank, and the sword in his hand was still sharp. Taijitu rushed towards Huo Zhan.

Huo Zhan, who was above the air, was full of aura, put his hands on his abdomen, and sneered: "Let me see, what is the real power!"

"Ancient Village, Nether Slash!"

For a while, the entire River Styx seemed to have become Huo Zhan's strength. More than ten zhang of ghost knives are erected in the air, covering the sky and the sun, even in the wind and sand, it feels like the sky is dark.

Surrounded by dark qi and thunder and lightning, Huo Zhan clenched his hands weakly and said coldly: "Chop!"

The huge ghost knife fell, presumably, the Taiji diagram carried by the broken sword was so small. However, Mo Hui went against the grain without hesitation.

"I don't feel the slightest bit of your courage. ”

The ghost knife fell, colliding with the Taiji diagram.

Mo Hui broke the sword, and the blazing Haoran righteousness was poured into the sword body, constantly resisting the erosion of the dark qi.

"Your anger is weak. Huo Zhan's ghost knife fell again, pressing Mo Hui's figure directly on the River Styx, but it didn't mean to kill him directly, as if he was teasing and playing.

Mo Hui didn't speak, but tried his best to resist the dark qi on the ghost knife.

"You want to kill me the most, I knew it twenty years ago. At that time, I really wanted to see how a helpless waste could fulfill his oath, and now, he does have capital. It's still not enough to see, though. Huo Zhan shook his head, as if he was blaming a child.

The aura on his body was even heavier, and the phantom that appeared behind him was wearing rattan armor, with special symbols on the straight hanging of his shoulders, and combing his hair in a funny bun, which looked so ugly.

"Okay, I'm not going to play with you. Get back!" The ghost knife turned, picked it up from the bottom up, and flew Mo Hui's whole person out. "If you go and study hard with my master for a few more years, you may be able to pick me up for a trick!"

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Mo Hui's mouth, and his feet stepped on the hot yellow sand, still not letting go of the broken sword in his hand. It's a promise, an oath. Now he came with twenty years of grudges, but the sword was broken. Who can be blamed for this? He laughed twice to himself.

Thousands of miles of barren sand, rolling yellow wind.

A figure appears on the banks of the River Styx. The breath was too weak, so weak that even Jiulongwei thought it was a gold digger who came without knowing the truth. He came on crutches and with burning eyes. The sword, wrapped in strips of white cloth behind its back, began to tremble.

He saw the lonely back, and there was a hint of pity in his eyes. Even if it is a clumsy sword, it will not break after the vitality penetrates, unless the yuan force infused into it is blocked. Otherwise, it will become a joke that every flower and leaf can be killed.

The only reason is that someone has done something on it, and they are extremely clever. It is clear, then, that the only person who has done his hands and feet is the one who may forge the sword. Lin Qin obviously wouldn't do this, only the hatred ruler who had a grudge against Mo Hui.

The hater pursed his lips, looked at the invincible figure in the air, and shouted, "Old servant of the wind and sand, send the sword!" (To be continued.) )