The moon falls on the Jialing River, and the white and silent are all over the world.

Qinghu and Yijianmei silently confronted each other at the foot of the Goddess Peak, on the Shaping Dam, silent and speechless.

They are not the slightest flaw in the imposing portal, only the rapids under the dam, there is the sound of flowing water.

On the ground, Yijian Mei's pupils contracted suddenly, and he sensed that the other party's murderous aura had been fully urged, and once he made a move in the next moment, it would definitely be a thunderous momentum.

Qing Hao's eyes were blazing, staring at a sword plum like a blade, shaking the shield with murderous aura, and locking the opponent steadily. He is also scheming, and instantly knows that the other party is stalling for time, how can he have a chance to breathe now?

At this delicate moment, two flying knives suddenly appeared in the left and right hands, grabbed two strong qi, and shot through the air like a movie softly.

The distance of two zhang flashed two inches.

Yijian Mei didn't even have a chance to breathe, so she could only take a sharp breath, arouse a powerful fighting spirit, and block with a horizontal sword. However, at the same fateful moment, Qing Hu swung his hand, raised his hands again, flipped his wrists, and magically gave birth to nine flying knives.

Throwing knives, see flying knives again.

Qing Xiao shouted violently, threw his knife out again, and in an instant, the nine flying knives chased after the two flying knives in front of him, and shot out towards Yijian Mei like a torrential rain.

Yijian Mei squatted down and sat on the horse, the long sword was held high above the top, and between swings, it shone brightly under the light of the stars and moon.

"Ding!"

The Aoxue Han Sword hit the first two throwing knives at the same time almost in no particular order, and shook them apart.

Yijian Mei's injured body was also shocked by the opponent's powerful knife power in the chest, as if it was an electric shock, and he couldn't help but fall back a few steps, opening his mouth and spurting out a mouthful of blood, his heart was shocked, but the danger was not over, and the other party's nine most lethal flying knives came one after another, like a fisherman tightening a fishing net. Collecting his mind, he was about to pick up his sword and want to split, when he suddenly felt a palpitation and exhaustion, knowing that he was overconsumed and was approaching the stage of running out of oil and running out. There is no suspense, he is really defeated and unwinnable in this battle.

Qing Xiao was ecstatic in his heart, thinking that his nine swords that were faster than thunder, no matter what kind of skill Jian Mei had to protect his body, he would be killed on the spot, not to mention that he was still seriously injured?

Seeing that Yijian Mei was about to be cut and a life was about to be cut, Qing Hu thought that the killing game had been decided and the victory or defeat was decided, but he didn't know that a green umbrella suddenly flew in the air, and at a distance of seven feet in front of Yijian Mei, it exploded on the ground, bringing up a whirlpool of qi, supporting a piece of green light, and shining in the night sky.

The nine flying knives all shot at the green umbrella in an instant, making a "pop, pop, pop......" exchange sound, and the knives were finally scattered.

Qing Xiao swept the electric light, and her heart was stunned, knowing that this was the cult Shaojing smallpox Yu Xiu, and the sunny umbrella was the supreme holy soldier in her hand - Heavenly Fury.

Hua Yu Xiu practiced paratrooper killing skills outside, and practiced phantom magic inside, and he was definitely a difficult master to provoke.

The green shadow flashed, the fragrant wind was sent, and Hua Yuxiu withdrew the Heavenly Fury Umbrella in the air with an incomparably graceful body, and at the moment when his stunning face was revealed, the Heavenly Fury Umbrella in his hand was retracted, like a cloud-turning spear stabbing straight through like lightning and lightning.

This umbrella gun seems simple and plain, but it implies the truth of heaven and earth, and is completely unbound by time and distance.

Qingqi's sparkling eyes are destined for the angle and trajectory of the parachute gun, and he has no fear. He has fought countless battles in this life, and his practice is very good, and when he saw the strong enemy, he aroused a fierce heart, ignoring the paratrooper gun, and even slashed at Hua Yuxiu with one palm, if there is none, the strength is feminine, but the other hand grabs the umbrella edge, but it is a strong five finger wind, this blow is very knowledgeable, and it is a way to play with both defeats.

Hua Yu secretly praised, her gun is ready to go, it contains the power of heaven and earth, it is difficult for ordinary people to resolve, this Qinghu sacrificed himself to kill the enemy, he could not die with him, so he was forced to withdraw the umbrella gun, which can be said to be another way to resolve the danger of this gun.

Hua Yuxiu laughed lightly, said retreat, and even brought an umbrella, and it had fallen next to a sword plum, as if he had never made a move.

Qinghu stood like a pine, and finally saw the other party's true face, proud and beautiful outline, his skin was better than snow, and he was moving, but he didn't even blink his eyelids, his heart was still as calm as water, and his gaze was like a lofty mountain, never changing, never moving.

The beautiful woman and the amazing means made him dare not relax in the slightest.

On the ground, Qing Hu shouted, Huo Ran took the lead, as calm as a mountain when he didn't move, and like a Yangtze River when he moved. Instead of throwing knives, you can hold a short knife in each hand and cut at close quarters across distances.

Male and female double blades, one long and one short, is the body of a hundred gold, with a hundred medicinal essences, the luster is like the rising sun, the name is "write Yao".

The writing knife came from the Tang Gate, which was refined by the founder Tang Tang himself, and then given by Tang Jiamu as a gift to Li Xian, the king of Yong, who loved to collect antiques, and thus reappeared in the world.

The distance shrank from two zhang to one zhang in an instant.

Seeing Qing Hao's writing Yao twin knives attacking like butterflies, Hua Yu Xiu entered the state of tranquility and spirituality, his face was waveless, and the Heavenly Fury paratrooper in his hand suddenly drew an imaginary circle rune in the air, forming a magical magic black hole.

The paratroopers are angry and practice the exercises of shading, wind, and rain.

When it is opened, it becomes a Yang Shield, when it is closed, it is a cloud turning spear, and when it rotates, it is a rain needle, but these three are not surprising, and what is even more surprising and frightening is that the Heavenly Fury Umbrella is still the ultimate holy soldier that promotes phantom magic.

Heaven and earth are changing. In the land, the sun and the moon have no light, and the world has changed.

Qing Xiao was stunned for a moment, and found that there was no knife in his hand, and he was still sprinting forward, but not on the Shaping Dam under the Goddess Peak, but came to a mansion. Familiar pools, familiar landscapes, familiar long stone tables...... Everything was real, like coming home.

"Jun'er, what are you running around, have you written a hundred characters today?" suddenly sounded the voice of his father, King Luo Bin, in his ears.

Seven-year-old Luo Xiaojun stopped, looked at the two brushes in his left and right hands, and was stunned.

"Ouch!"

was beaten on the head by his father Luo Bingwang with a ring ruler, and Luo Xiaojun came back to his senses instantly.

Luo Bingwang said: "What are you doing in a daze? If you don't have a hundred characters written on it, you are not allowed to play secretly." ”

Luo Xiaojun looked up at his father's close face, his heart was warm, and he even felt like crying.

At this time, a flock of geese swam around in the pool, and King Luo Bin groaned slightly, and said, "Jun'er, for my father, I will go out tomorrow and send you a poem of geese that I made when I was your age." You remember: goose goose goose, song to the sky, white hair floating green water, red anthurium plucking clear waves. ”

So, Luo Xiaojun recited with a smile......

Qing Hu stood in the different dimension and watched, listening, and suddenly a realization took over his heart.

Wrong!

This is Hanayuxiu's phantom magic.

Qinghu shouted loudly and wanted to break free from the illusion and wake up, but his father Luo Bingwang came to him and reprimanded: "Jun'er, don't be naughty, write down this poem for your father." ”

Qing Hu stopped moving, and burst into tears.

This is the last time he spends time with his father, and the full memories make him sigh, and every time he misses his father, this scene and picture will appear.

Hua Yuxiu implanted the deepest memories and thoughts of his subconscious into the illusion.

Qinghu was in a state of confusion, immersed in the last good time with his father, and gradually did not want to wake up.

Environmental change.

Zhou Xing and Suo Yuanli led a group of eagle dogs Kushi rushed into the house like a wolf, robbing and killing, Luo Xiaojun only then learned that his father participated in Li Jingye's crusade against the empress, and was finally defeated and died.

Slaughtered all over the house.

The anger full of hatred burned Qing Qi's eyes, and after being rescued by the master, he resolutely abandoned the pen to practice the knife and practiced the supreme flying knife stunt.

Five years later, Qinghu came to Shendu, and after careful planning, he tried his skills for the first time, although he failed to see Wu Cao, he seriously injured Suo Yuanli and Zhou Xing. In the process of escaping, he was favored and appreciated by the Lord of the Salon, became one of the "Six Horses of the Salon", and was given a writing knife.

Since then, there is no Luo Xiaojun in the world who has left and right calligraphy, only the male and female double knife Qingqi.

When the picture was frozen in writing the knife, Qinghu's heart trembled violently, and the environment in front of him returned to Shapingba.

He finally woke up from his vision.

The glorious morning glow shines on the earth, and the weather is beautiful.

Hua Yuxiu stared at the Qinghu in front of him, with a hint of approval in his eyes, and said, "Not bad." So far, you're the first to emerge from my illusion. ”

Qing Hu was noncommittal, but asked, "Why didn't you kill me in the illusion?" He knew that in the illusion, his mind was very fragile, and his cultivation was also restricted.

Hua Yu Xiu Yurong was as calm as water, did not speak, and sighed gloomily.

This beauty has a very unique temperament, which is very different from the demon cult.

Yi Jianmei slowly stood up and answered on her behalf, "Shao Jingtian never kills people easily. ”

Qing Xiao didn't let it go at all, his eyes were violent, and he sneered: "What a big joke, the murderous Fire Wheel Cult actually has people who come out of the mud and are not stained? ”

He paused, and then said, "What a Heavenly Fury paratrooper, what a phantom magic, I have learned it today." Although you missed the opportunity to kill me, it doesn't mean that I won't kill you. It's useless to talk more, look at the move!" said with his feet apart, writing the knife in his hand, one up and down, one left and one right, quickly swiping, and when the momentum and speed had been stretched to the extreme, it turned into thousands of sword shadows and attacked forward like meteors.

This is a unique frame of the Yao knife method, and the angle of attack is increased to the limit, teaching people to have no way to figure out the way of the knife.

Qing Qi finally used the ability to press the bottom of the box, all of which were killing tricks.

"Be careful!" Yi Jianmei knew that this earth-shattering sword technique should not be underestimated, and couldn't help but remind him.

The expression on Huayu Xiuqiao's face is still so calm and waveless, and there is no ripple in her heart, and she hasn't even thought about how to recruit the enemy, everything is natural and comes from true knowledge. The light and elegant figure floated into the air, and the Heavenly Fury paratrooper in his hand was like a gun, casually stabbing at the torrent of powerful and heavy sword qi.

One zhang is the best distance for a hand-to-hand attack.

The knife momentum gradually unfolded, and the offensive gradually increased.

Hua Yuxiu's eyesight is brilliant, and at this time he has already detected the subtlety of writing Yao's double knife, all at its unpredictable speed.

The sword qi and the umbrella gun kept clashing, and for a while, the energy swept the heavens and the earth, making a series of explosions.

Ten moves later, the two of them shook violently at the same time, not only the shadow of the knife and the shadow of the umbrella dispersed, but also each flew back a few feet, and their faces were full of surprise that could not be concealed.

In terms of skill, no one can beat anyone.

The wind roared.

There is a murderous aura!

Someone sneak attacked!

When the green horse's body was still in the air and had not yet touched the ground, it suddenly sensed a ghostly figure flashing behind it, and at the same time, a force as fast as lightning and as heavy as a mountain slashed from the top of his head.

Qing Xiao didn't even have time to take a look, so he leaned back with his strength and wrote a knife backhand to block it.

How did you know that the man was holding a heavy hammer, and he actually changed his tactics halfway.

Qing Hu knew that something was wrong, and quickly moved back, and the cold air pierced his chest from top to bottom.

At this dying moment, Qing Xiao had no trace of fear in his heart, let out an earth-shattering shout, turned around violently, avoided the vital point of his heart, and at the same time wrote the yao knife in his hand and slashed back in a hurry, his face was awe-inspiring and fearless.

Whether it is his knife technique or body technique, he is known for his speed.

"Good skill, even if you die!" the man had been breathing in a strange way, raising his strength to the limit, while listening carefully to Qingqi's breathing, heartbeat, and even the flow of his pulse. On the ground, with a wild shout, the heavy gong in his hand rose with the trend, changing from poke to splitting, and the time and angle were changed freely.

The heavy gas cover is tightly locked and rests until death.

Qing Hu secretly shouted, "Oops!", because at this moment, his body happened to land from the air, and then kicked his legs, driving his body to move backwards rapidly, and at the same time, the writing knife in his hand was raised high, blocking the opponent's jet-black heavy sword like the top of Mount Tai.

A black shadow, but it is murderous.

"Please get on the road!" The man seemed to have calculated the backward route of the green horse, and the heavy gong in his hand was unmistakable, cutting through the void, like a dragon stinging, like thunder and lightning galloping.

From the moment he attacked from behind, this person had always held the initiative and was in absolute control. And Qing Hu has been fighting back passively, wanting to turn the situation around, the other party is definitely a terrifying and evil character than Hua Yuxiu.

Dangerous and dangerous.

Without any hesitation or choice, the writing Yao Shuangdao hurriedly caught up.

"Bang!"

The mace and the knife finally intersected in close combat.

The energy splashed everywhere, making the sky tremble lightly, and the mountains and rivers shook for it.

Qing Hu was hit by the true qi that the other party sent into his body through the blade and fell to the ground heavily, and the horse's face mask split in two, revealing a delicate and pale face, the blood color faded, and a slender blood mark was cracked between the eyebrows, which expanded to the top of his chest.

Although his writing knives protected his chest, his brain and throat still did not escape the catastrophe as if he had been struck by lightning.

At the moment of death, Qinghu's nerves were numb, and he couldn't even feel the pain from the fatal injury, without any fear, nor any unwillingness, he just looked at that person and that gong in amazement.

It was an evil and bewitching face, a black and evil weight.

The Great Brahma Building is a heavy peak, from the realm of transformation.

Jiao Demon Gong, peerless divine soldier.

This was Qinghu's last consciousness.

Lou Chongfeng stood on the spot, hanging down, looking at the dead Qingqi lying on the ground, his face was pale, and a mouthful of blood spit out of his mouth.

Hua Yuxiu and Yijian Mei were secretly frightened, knowing that Lou Chongfeng had also been counterattacked by Qingqi before he was hit hard, and now they were only afraid that their qi and blood were churning.