Red Flame City, above the streets, heavy rain is still there. 【No Pop-up Novel Network】''''

Wen Hou was holding a yellow paper umbrella, which was the one held by Zhu Hong before, he didn't really do what Zhu Hong thought, but now is the most critical moment, he doesn't want to put his future on a woman who is just a little bit beautiful, all the performances just now, in addition to camouflage, there is also a desire to rub oil, however, more importantly, it is better to understand all the strong people this time.

Wen Hou was very confident in himself, but he was not an extremely complacent person, he knew that this time among the 14 sects, he could be regarded as the strongest one.

Moreover, this time, in addition to the four sects, there are also strong people from other parts of the Tianluo Continent who came here, and their purpose is the last fifty places in the Xuanyuan Empire, of course, that is also the purpose of Wen Hou.

From Zhu Hong's words just now, he learned the news of Chu Duan, which was not good or bad news for him.

Although Chu Duan was treated extremely cruelly in the Thousand Swords Sect that day, it had nothing to do with Wen Hou, and only the core disciples of the Thousand Swords Sect would know about these things.

The reason why Wen Hou knew was because of Zhu Hong, and because of this, he was mentioned by Zhu Hong just now, and he hoped that he would say this to Zuo Pojun, the young master of the Thousand Swords Sect, so that he could take advantage of Zuo Pojun's means to avenge himself, and it would also bring certain benefits to Wen Hou.

Outside, the rain was still dripping, falling on the ground, splashing on the ground, hitting the yellow paper umbrella, and there were also splashes. "Life, sometimes, is like this rain. “

Unconsciously, such a thought suddenly popped up in Wen Hou's heart.

In the past, when he was cultivating in Li Mountain, he would always practice his own double skills regardless of cold and summer, although he was especially a few disciples under the head of the sect himself, but among the several disciples he accepted, he was also the most lowly talented, and it was because of this that he had an extremely painful feeling in his heart, the joy of being accepted as a disciple gradually disappeared, followed by a burst of disappointment, in the eyes of all the disciples, he was just a bottom-of-the-line existence.

And what qualifications do you have to be proud of?

So, from that time on, Wen Hou began his own counterattack.

After day after day of penance, he finally let his original cultivation at the bottom begin to appear, and then he emerged among several disciples and was rewarded by his master.

Moreover, he also got a low-grade Dao weapon passed down by his master, that is, the silver mace he had on his body at this moment, in the Li Shan Sect, where only elders can have Dao weapons, he can get such treatment, which is enough to show his status in the Li Shan Sect.

Subsequently, under the instruction of the Sect Master of Lishan, he began to go down the mountain to practice.

Since then, the name of Yingong Wenhou has spread in the entire Li Mountain, in the four major sects, and in the entire Southern Regions.

Wen Hou, who was once not famous, has also become a celebrity since then, whether it is in the Lishan Sect, or in the four major sects, or in other places in the Southern Regions, he can be regarded as a little famous.

At this moment, in the drizzle, he thought of the scene when he was brought into Lishan by his master.

It's like a dream!

At the same time, behind him, a young man dressed in white suddenly appeared, the young man also played an umbrella, and between his eyebrows, there was also a trace of delicateness, in addition to the delicateness, it was a kind of anxiety, and there seemed to be a trace of pain on his face. It seems that it is because of the pain of being rejected by the girl he loves, and because of this, his steps when he walks, some are sluggish, and some are messy.

It looks like a monk who has never cultivated at all.

Soon, the young man in white approached Wen Hou with an umbrella, but when he was still dozens of meters away from Wen Hou, he suddenly raised his head and smiled at Wen Hou.

Seeing this, Wen Hou, who happened to turn around, also showed a smile.

It's just that his face is covered by a mask, and his body is wearing an extremely deep armor, which is a high-grade spiritual weapon.

Therefore, although he smiled, only his eyes were exposed, this posture seemed to be a little strange, but the young man's face in front of him was as docile as a child, which did not make Wen Hou feel a little chilly.

However, the rain, at this moment, seems to be falling even more.

Slightly raised the yellow paper umbrella in his hand, it seemed that there was still the fragrance of Yiren on the umbrella, and he showed a smile in his heart, of course, it was not a possession of Vermilion, for Wen Hou, Vermilion was just one of his little friends, and a small partner like Vermilion, if he could choose, he would rather choose the group of female goblins in Hehuan Valley than become an ally with this kind of scheming woman.

What's more, he also has a handle that Vermilion holds in his hand.

As if feeling the coolness of the rain, Wen Hou's palm moved, and a streamer appeared from his hand, and then, a peace charm appeared in his palm.

It was given to him by another woman.

That woman may be his true love, but he doesn't seem to have a chance to find that woman again.

At this moment, a knife light suddenly appeared from his yellow paper umbrella, and then, the knife light that appeared, the moment it slashed the yellow paper umbrella, countless knife lights suddenly bloomed.

Poof!

The yellow paper umbrella that was originally held by Wen Hou in his hand instantly became countless fragments, and the rain splashed everywhere, and the fragments fell to the ground in an instant, washed away by the rain.

The next moment, all he had left in his hand was an umbrella handle.

Bang bang bang bang!!

Wen Hou was not afraid of danger, and the umbrella handle in his hand was raised violently, echoing with the countless sword lights in the sky, and immediately, there was a burst of clashing sounds.

Suddenly, his figure retreated, and countless phantoms appeared in the rain, as if each one was an entity, but as if each one was a phantom, making people unable to see its true situation, and also made the swordsman who appeared have a smile on his face.

This kind of battle is interesting!

Whoa!!

The armor on Wen Hou's body was obviously extremely heavy, but at this moment, it seemed to have no weight.

His figure in the heavy rain is already dodging at this moment, as if it is beyond the limits of people, and his skills are by no means comparable to ordinary monks, even some powerful monks, in terms of body method, I am afraid that they will also bow down.

Brush Brush Brush!!

A pair of silver hammers suddenly appeared in Wen Hou's hand.

As soon as the silver mace came out, a moment of light like fireworks blooming appeared on the entire long street.

The silver mace in Wen Hou's hand is not an ordinary spiritual weapon, but a Taoist weapon, and it was personally given by the head of Li Shanzong, with a power that ordinary Taoist weapons do not have, and by Wen Hou, who has been used for several years, the power shown above is even more powerful at this moment. When Wen Hou Shi displayed the Dao weapon in his hand, he just waved it suddenly, bringing out bursts of strong storms and repelling the sword light in front of him.

Bang bang bang!!

After repelling the sword light in front of him, Wen Hou did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but retreated.

At the same time, the true element of his body unfolded in an instant, and it was obvious that he had already used the silver mace at this moment, which meant that he needed victory in this battle.

It's still raining.

I don't know exactly how long this rain will fall, but before the rain stops, I believe I can win. "Those who come leave their names, and under the silver hammer, they don't kill the nameless. “

He said indifferently.

In front of him, the young man in white was still looking at him with a smile on his face, but the young man did not have any weapons in his hand, obviously, the attack just now did not come from him.

Seeing this, Wen Hou showed a trace of shock on his face, you must know that after he cast the silver mace just now, the power that exploded 1, even if it was a god who became strong, there was no way to resist easily, and the swordsman who destroyed his yellow paper umbrella just now must still be on the spot.

It's just that he is not the teenager in front of him.

Bang !!

Suddenly, there was another sound of footsteps not far away.

Hearing this, Wen Hou immediately raised his head, but saw a young man dressed in black walking towards him.

The young man's whole body seemed to be shrouded in endless darkness, he was dressed in black, although he was in the rain at the moment, he did not feel the slightest feeling, nor was he dyed with any rain, but the rain was dyed, which was his hair, which was originally scattered, was now under the rain, and it had become a silky strand of hair lying on his forehead, and his face was without the slightest expression, like a grim reaper from hell.

He only moved very lightly, but with each step, he disappeared in place, and then appeared at the next landing point.

In his hand, he held a long knife.

It was a long knife that seemed to be able to swallow mountains and rivers, like a knife but not a knife, like a sword not a sword, but the momentum it possessed seemed to be able to penetrate the entire long street. "The person who shot just now, is that you?"

Looking at the young man who appeared in front of him, Wen Hou's original smile also suddenly disappeared, and the next moment, the silver wedge in his hand bloomed with incomparably bright light. "Although I never kill unknown people, since you insist on looking for death, and it is at such a critical moment now, then it doesn't matter if I kill you, I just hope that under the Yellow Spring, you can rest in peace. “

After finishing speaking, without further words, Wen Hou disappeared in place in an instant like a sharp sword that shot out.

Just listen to the voice of dangdang.

The two figures were already at the moment when the rain was dripping, and they were fighting together.

The silver mace and the long knife, at the moment of the exchange, the light that bloomed was enough to overshadow the entire long street, and the two people who fought were like peerless knights, engaged in a beautiful duel.

Not far away, a young man dressed in white looked indifferent and full of weirdness.

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