"When~" There was a bang, sparks flew everywhere, and rubble flew everywhere. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoBut in the middle of the avenue, a Mongolian man held a big knife and blocked the road. The momentum is strong, and it is proud of the world.

The disciples of the White Lotus Sect already belong to the frightened birds. Even though they saw with their own eyes that there was only one enemy in the way, these sect members who were at the front of the line were still shocked at the same time, and subconsciously paused and stopped advancing. One spread ten, ten spread hundred, and the situation continued to spread like a plague. In just a few moments, the whole team came to a complete halt.

In the crowd, there were low whispers. Everyone was terrified and overwhelmed.

To be honest, if it was a large group of imperial court soldiers who stood in the way, the White Lotus Sect members might not be so afraid. After all, there are also thousands of White Lotus elites gathered here, and if they are really intercepted by the imperial army, then it is just a hard fight. Driven by the desire to survive, it may not be impossible to kill a bloody road.

However, knowing that there were thousands of enemies, he dared to stand in the way alone. This person is either number one, or a fool and madman who can't do anything about himself. Either it's the second, it's a super master who is at the top of his cultivation and can ride a thousand.

The Mongolian man in front of him with a big sword in his hand, although there was a look of contempt and arrogance between his eyebrows, his eyes were clear, and his pupils flickered. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a foolish madman who is delirious. Then, he probably belongs to the second type of people.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way. ”

In the midst of the scolding, the White Lotus Sect members separated to the left and right, revealing a straight path. Then came the sound of horses' hooves, from far and near. Fang Fang, the only surviving patriarch of the White Lotus Sect, and Zhang Cuishan, the fifth of the Wudang Seven Heroes, rode side by side.

Fangfang's martial arts cultivation only belongs to the third- and fourth-rate level. As long as the enemy has the level of Wang Baobao's eighteen horsemen, Fang Fang will not be able to deal with it no matter what. Seeing the enemy menacing, she couldn't help but feel a little timid. He turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Zhang Wuxia, this Tartar doesn't seem to be weak in martial arts." ”

Zhang Cuishan reached out and pressed the hilt of the sword at her waist, nodded to Fangfang, and signaled to her to reassure. Then he rode alone and came out of the crowd. He raised his voice and said, "Good dogs don't get in the way." Mongolian Tartars, what are you doing here? Get out of here!"

The Mongolian man slowly raised his head, his eyes blazing, staring at Zhang Cuishan. He said in a deep voice: "I, the Thirteen-Winged Wood Huali of Mongolia. With me here today, one of the White Lotus Sect anti-thieves counts as one, and all of them will die!"

"Thirteen Wings again. Your dog's nose is really bright. Zhang Cuishan secretly exercised her skills and was ready to wait. His gaze was like a sword, and he glared back unceremoniously. shouted: "However, with me Zhang Cuishan here, you don't want to be murderous!"

"Hmph, that's a big breath. The people of the Wudang Sect are all like you?"

Mu Huali narrowed his eyes slightly, and said Sen Ran: "Coming forward to protect the White Lotus Sect is to go against the imperial court, which is like rebellion." Wudang faction, aren't you afraid that the imperial court will send an army and kill your entire Wudang Mountain?"

Zhang Cuishan raised her willow eyebrows, her phoenix eyes widened, and she scolded: "If you want to wash Wudang in blood, then I will kill you first!"

"Qiang~" The dragon groaned, and the sword was unsheathed. Zhang Cuishan jumped off the horse's back with a lamp on both feet, condescendingly, and stabbed with a sword. But when I saw the cold flickering, it was silent and silent.

It turned out that the strong wind that was picked up when the sword was drawn was actually absorbed by Zhang Cuishan with very ingenious techniques, and then transformed into a driving force, making the sword moves faster and sharper. This is Wudang's mastery, with the sword of the "sword with the wind".

"The martial arts of the Wudang faction are really interesting. In that case, let you see what has been lost for hundreds of years - the Son of Heaven!"

Mu Huali was not in a hurry, picked up the horse chopping knife in one hand, and slashed the knife into a circle, building an impregnable line of defense. When the rabbit rises and falls, the swords clash, the sonorous sound is sharp, and the sound shocks in all directions. Countless sparks flew and splashed, brilliant and gorgeous.

In an instant, the swords exchanged swords more than a hundred times in succession. No matter how fast and sharp Zhang Cuishan's swordsmanship is, it is always difficult to break through the defense of the big sword. A breath of true qi is about to be exhausted, and it seems that it can no longer be sustained. Zhang Cuishan was secretly frightened in her heart, suddenly gathered her residual strength, and slashed down with all her strength.

"When~" There was a loud sound of gold and iron, and the storm exploded. The long sword slashed at the broadsword, inspiring a strong shock. Zhang Cuishan took advantage of the momentum to fly back, volleyed a somersault, impartial, and landed on the back of the horse she was mounting.

The turbidity vomited, and the real anger was urgent, and the five heroes of Wudang did not delay, jumped into the air again, and stabbed again with their swords. The sword style changes, like a silkworm spinning silk, soft and ethereal, and it is wrapped around the horse slashing knife in wisps. Such an ingenious sword style is a Wudang soft sword - a thousand threads.

Under the operation of the soft sword, Mu Huali immediately felt that something was wrong. Every time he was wrapped around a wisp of sword wire, the big sword in his hand seemed to be heavier and sluggish. In the blink of an eye, thousands of threads are entangled, as if bringing a thousand burdens. Mu Huali's sword and shield were no longer maintainable, and their flaws were exposed on the spot.

It's now! Zhang Cuishan's eyes flashed, and the sword momentum suddenly turned soft. Like fire invades. The temperature of the surrounding air rises dramatically, and the oven becomes scorching. Wudang with the sword - the sword with the fire!

"Oh, with fire? Mu Huali's eyes froze, and he shouted: "It just so happens that I also know a trick - fire!"

The roar was deafening, and the killing intent rushed into the sky. Mu Huali suddenly burst out into flames, swinging his knife and slashing, like a brute bull, rushing wildly, and slamming into anger. The offensive is fierce and fierce, strong and fierce, and unstoppable.

Zhang Cuishan connected the two knives, and she already felt that her arm was sore and numb, and she could barely hold the sword steadily. Her heart was shocked, and she hurriedly abandoned her rigidity and turned soft, and then showed her martial arts sword. The blade of the sword operates, intercepts and unloads, and attacks the shield of the son with the spear of the other, and uses the strength to fight and cut the waist with a sword.

Such a strange change was beyond Mu Huali's expectations. Seeing that Zhang Cuishan's sword fused the true qi of both the enemy and us, the power was unusually great. It is obviously not beneficial to fight hard. Mu Huali immediately chuckled, tiptoed to the ground, and retreated like the wind. In an instant, he retreated more than thirty steps away.

Zhang Cuishan's sword missed, and the blazing sword swept through the air, drawing the ground into a circle, and burning the dirt on the road into a piece of scorching lava. The steaming heat and the dazzling red light are shocking.

Although it temporarily forced the enemy back, the long sword in Zhang Cuishan's hand was not a divine weapon. After repeated hard shocks, I couldn't bear it anymore. I only heard the sound of "Ping Pong~" shattering, and the long sword completely collapsed, leaving only one sword hilt still in Zhang Cuishan's hand. She clenched her silver teeth, hurriedly took a few steps back, stretched her backhand back, and shouted, "Fangfang, give me another sword!"

Zhang Cuishan has all the skills, all on the sword. Without the sword, she would be equivalent to a tiger having its claws pulled out, and she would definitely not be able to stop this Mu Huali again.

"Zhang Wuxia, don't bother you. Please take a break for a while. First of all, adjust the qi and blood of your arms. ”

The horse's hooves clicked, and the fourteenth prince Xiao Sheng rode calmly. Zhang Cuishan was surprised, happy and ashamed, and retreated gloomily. Fangfang, who had already seen it stupidly, woke up like a dream, and hurriedly stepped forward to support Zhang Cuishan and help her calm the disordered qi and blood of her arms.

Mu Huali frowned slightly, and asked, "Who are you? In the White Lotus Sect, there doesn't seem to be such a person as you, right? You are also from the Wudang Sect?"

The fourteenth prince said lightly: "The White Lotus Sect should be the marshal of Tiandu, Xiao Yuanheng." Your name is Mu Huali, and you are the man of the Thirteen Wings? Hey, first that sea and mountain, then the Heavenly Demon of the Troubled Times, and now I add you. When did the Thirteen Wings start to become so worthless, and the streets are full of Thirteen Wings?"

"Hmph, dare to insult the Thirteen Wings?" Mu Huali was furious, his horizontal knife was in his chest, his killing intent was overflowing, and he said in a deep voice word by word: "Xiao Yuanheng, you will die a miserable, miserable death!"

"A lot of people have said that. But in the end...... Hehe, I don't think it's anything miserable. ”

Xiao Sheng snorted indifferently, and said calmly: "Since you have made up your mind, then let's come." Let me be taught. What is your so-called Son of Heaven mastery? ”

"Hmph, don't you even get off your horse to fight? You'll regret it!" Mu Huali felt underestimated and despised deeply, and his anger couldn't help but grow even more.

He let out a long howl, rubbing himself and rushing to kill. The slashing horse broadsword rotated extremely quickly, forming a giant cone spiral attack. All the power was concentrated on the tip of the sword, and the destructive power suddenly increased exponentially, slamming into the chest of the Fourteenth Prince.

Xiao Sheng calmly raised his right hand and pointed out with his index finger. "When~" a crisp voice sounded. The Fourteenth Prince sat firmly on horseback, standing still. On the contrary, Mu Huali was shocked by his "finger gun", retreated seven or eight steps away one after another, and was forced to use the hilt of the knife to unload the ground, so he barely stood firm.

Each other has made a move, and the judgment has been made. Mu Huali's arms trembled, and he could barely grasp the hilt of the knife. His face turned blue and he said in a trembling voice, "You...... You ......"

"What kind of martial arts are you?" Xiao Sheng's tone was obviously surprised. He asked, "The Son of Heaven is a master, isn't it?" Your knife technique is very common. What kind of genius is the son of heaven?"

Mu Huali tried his best to regulate his luck, gritted his teeth and said: "My set of mastery is the founding son of the Tang Dynasty, the 'Seven Styles of Battle Formation' of the Heavenly Khan, and the righteous martial arts of the Son of Heaven, you anti-thief is lonely and unheard, and you are still embarrassed to question me? It's ridiculous!"

"What, Battle Formation Seven Styles?" In an instant, Xiao Sheng was stunned at first, and then couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

The founding son of the Tang Dynasty is Li Yuan, the ancestor of the Tang Dynasty. The Li family has been a generalist for generations, and there are many capable people. At that time, Li Yuan's father, Li Hu, integrated the formation of marching and fighting into martial arts. Create the "Seven Styles of Battle Formation". They are: Crane Wing Array, Glaive Array, Blade Array, Spirit Snake Array, Coiling Dragon Array, Fire Bull Array, and No Array.

Li Yuan learned this set of mastery from his father, and he was better than the blue. With the Seven Styles of the Battle Formation, he gradually broke through the various winds and waves he had experienced in his life. finally became the founding son of the Tang Dynasty. From this point of view, it is not wrong to say that the Seven Styles of the Battle Array are the mastery of the Son of Heaven. But......