Han Lin'er urged again. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info But see the third round of scorching sun on the foot yang ming stomach meridian acupoint, the fourth round of scorching sun on the hand sun bladder meridian acupoint, the fifth round of scorching sun on the hand sun small intestine meridian acupoint, the sixth round of scorching sun on the hand shaoyang sanjiao meridian acupoint, and the seventh round of scorching sun on the back of the backbone acupoint!

The Seven Sun Fireballs are the Seven Yang Skills. In an instant, Han Lin'er was surrounded by flames, enveloping the entire space within a radius of about one zhang in flames. Those hundreds of beaded fast arrows, once they invaded this forbidden territory, they were completely burned to ashes on the spot, leaving no traces.

Such a scene, in the eyes of this group of Mongolian knights, is like a demon magic, magical and weird. Suddenly, all the knights shouted and cursed in panic at the same time, and tried to turn their horses' heads and flee in a panic. It's a pity that their actions are too late.

"Hmph, dog Tartar, want to go? How can it be so easy! Look at the knife!"

Han Lin'er clamped her legs suddenly, and accelerated her horse like an arrow. With the reins in his left hand and his right hand in his palm, the fire power of the Seven Yang condensed into a huge sword, and with the help of the horse's full-speed sprint, it suddenly slashed out.

The Burning Sun Knife of the Five Absolute Suns - the scorching sun shines!

A giant fire knife, slashing through the air. The blazing fire was in the air, dragging out a long flame tail, which shocked the direct teaching. At the moment of lightning, there were seven Mongolian knights, including men and horses, all of whom were cut in two. Blood splattered like worthless sewage, staining the ground red.

The remaining thirty or so Mongol knights were shocked at the same time. One by one, they screamed in Mongolian, desperately spurring their horses to gallop, trying to distance themselves from Han Lin'er.

"If you want to run, yes, just run. As long as you can run faster than this prairie fire, this sect leader will spare your dog's life!"

Han Lin'er sneered, suddenly turned the knife into a palm, and slammed it down. In an instant, the power of the Seven Suns turned into a blazing extreme fire, burning on the ground rapidly, as fast as lightning, and at the same time spreading in all directions. But in the blink of an eye, within a radius of ten zhang, there were already flames steaming everywhere. Besiege the dozens of Mongol knights.

Jiuyang Five Absolute Fire Cloud Palm - Earth Fire Burning Plain!

Trapping the enemy with fire is only the first stage of this move. The real destructive power of the second stage followed. In an instant, the boundless earth fire wrapped around the horse's legs, and it quickly burned back. All the horses were scorched by the flames, and immediately at the same time they raised their hooves and screamed in pain, and the sound shook the wilderness.

Seeing that the situation was not good, several more alert Mongol knights immediately shouted loudly, and took the lead in leaping hard, using the horses under their crotches as stepping stones, and desperately jumped up to escape. As soon as the men and horses separated, dozens of war horses were already surrounded by flames from top to bottom, and their bodies were burned fiercely.

However, in just a few breaths, the animals could no longer hold it and fell to their knees. In the midst of the wailing, it turned into a ball of fire. The smell of burnt flesh and skin spreading with the wind is disgusting.

Han Lin'er showed her hand, and all the Mongolian knights immediately understood that today was either her death or her own death. Even though we know that there is a huge disparity between strength and weakness, no one is willing to give up that faint hope when it comes to life and death.

The sonorous sound is endless. Dozens of Mongolian knights drew their swords out of their sheaths, shouted in unison, and rushed up from all directions, slashing at each other to kill Han Lin'er. In the face of this veritable attack, like a moth to a fire. The White Lotus Sect Master didn't care about it at all, and said softly and coldly, "I can't do it myself. You are not even qualified to die at the hands of the Master of the Sect. Let's do it: cannibalism!"

As soon as the words came out, Han Lin'er's palms rotated, and a yin and yang qi mass was derived, which was the yin and yang of the Nine Yang Five Uniques. Dozens of Mongolian knights immediately felt as if they were in the middle of a stormy sea, completely unable to help themselves. The knives in his hands were even more uncontrollable, and they turned one after another, slashing at the comrades beside him.

One after another, short screams continued to reach the ears. However, in the blink of an eye, most of these dozens of Mongolian knights "killed each other" and stabbed knives into the vital points of other Mongolian soldiers, only four people who were particularly lucky, although they were stabbed, were not injured. Even though he was thrown out more than ten steps away by the yin and yang qi mass, he still got up vigorously and turned around and tried to escape.

Han Lin'er strangled the horses and said coldly: "You can actually escape, it's your good luck." However, when you meet this sect master, you are destined to go and never return today. So, get out of here and go to hell now!"

When the word "hell" came out, Han Lin'er raised her left hand, flexed her ring finger and put it away, and the other four fingers were opened, and a bright aura was condensed at the fingertips. When the lightning was too fast to cover the ears, the sharp roar broke through the air, and the ears were piercing and screaming. Shaoyang Shaoshang, Shaochong Shaoze, Jiuyang Divine Sword, four swords in a row!

It was so fast that it was hard to catch with the naked eye, and the Jiuyang sword was like a spiritual self-possession, and it shot fast. I only heard "puff puff puff~" four soft sounds in succession, and the four Mongolian soldiers were like lightning strikes and stood on the ground. Immediately afterward, a blood hole the size of a wine glass appeared at the center of their eyebrows. **Mixed with blood, it doesn't stop flowing. All four of them fell straight to the ground at the same time, and there was no more sound.

"Hmph, vulnerable. Rain on someone's parade. ”

Han Lin'er shook her head, rode the horse around, and looked carefully clearly, it was true that everyone had died cleanly, and there was no more fish that slipped through the net, so she could make up for herself.

"Pap~Pap~Pap~"

Monotonous and rhythmic, leisurely and a little lazy applause, suddenly from far and near, with the wind. Han Lin'er's body shook up, and she immediately reined in her horses, and looked up at a small hill on the other side of the road.

As far as the eye could see, I saw a man dressed as a Mongolian, about thirty years old, floating slowly. This person is extremely light and elegant, and when he walks, he seems to be slow and fast. But in a few moments, he was already on the road.

He stood still, a few feet away, and confronted Han Lin'er from afar. He smiled lightly: "The White Lotus Sect Leader, his cultivation is really high, and it is extraordinary. According to the legend, your own martial arts are only at a second-rate level, and it is all because of the ghost door outside the gods, controlling the maid to go out of the battle to die, which has laid a foundation for the White Lotus Sect? Hehe, the rumored thing is really unreliable. If anyone really believes it, then he must be a fool who dies quickly. ”

Han Lin'er subconsciously destroyed the Jiuyang Divine Skill and was on guard. Because she could feel that this uninvited guest, who was completely unexpected, exuded a strong sense of oppression all over her body. Only a real master and strong person can give her this feeling. For example, in the Imperial City of Dadu, the thirteen wings of Mongolia that inspired the "**" primary power, Chilao Wen.

Han Lin'er's character is coquettish, stubborn, competitive, and never admits defeat. The greater the pressure from the enemy, the higher the battle intent in Han Lin'er's chest. She said coldly, "Who are you? You've been waiting for the sect leader here for a long time? Hey, in this way, these dead people underground are all bait you throw?"

The uninvited guest smiled and said, "I am Borshu, one of the thirteen wings of the New Mongolia. Hehe, yes, these people are all bait that I specially thrown. But I didn't expect that I could really catch the big fish of Sect Master Han. Hehe, count me earned. ”

Han Lin'er frowned and asked, "New Thirteen Wings?"

Borshu looked a little arrogant between his eyebrows, and nodded: "Yes, the new thirteen wings." As we all know, after the Mongols entered the Central Plains, they were divided into two branches. One entered the Central Plains and enjoyed the flowers, so it continued to degenerate and corrupt.

The other group stayed in the steppe and still lived a hard life chasing water and grass, so that they were able to maintain the strength of the Mongols. The thirteen strongest members of this group are the thirteen wings. The last patron saint of the Mongols, the Optimus Pillar that sustains the rule of the imperial court.

At that time, the first generation of thirteen wings entered the customs and competed for power, breaking all the martial arts of the Han people. However, the second generation of the Thirteen Wings was almost all killed by the Yin Yang Dharma King, the leader of the Ming Sect. As for the third generation of thirteen wings, hey ~ to be honest, it can't even compare to the second generation.

Although the blue wolf and the wind eagle are two, they can barely be regarded as talents. However, since entering the customs, they have been doing nothing, not only can they not suppress the rebellion of the thieves, but they continue to lose their soldiers, leaving only some old, weak, sick and disabled, where can they still bear the heavy responsibility of supporting the imperial court?

So, hehe, it's our turn to come out of the fourth generation of the Thirteen Wings. As for our strength, hehe, Sect Leader Han, I believe that through Meng Ge and Haishan, you have already learned a thing or two, right?"

At first hearing those two names, Han Lin'er's pupils instinctively contracted suddenly, and blurted out, "Haishan? is that demon who has cultivated the Heavenly Demon Slayer Method?" So...... Who is Möngke......? It's the Heavenly Demon of the Troubled Times?"

"Congratulations, you guessed right. Borshu smiled, "But I'm a little weird. Haishan was originally responsible for killing Sect Master Han, but why hasn't he come back yet, and there has been no news? Could it be that he was killed by Sect Master Han instead? However, no matter how I look at it, I don't think it's possible. ”

Han Lin'er quickly calmed down and snorted coldly, "Whatever you want." However, I would like to ask. Things like the Heavenly Demon Gong and the Heavenly Demon God Slayer have been lost for hundreds of years. Where did you get them back?"

Borshu smiled lightly: "Well, Sect Master Han can also guess it himself." ”

Han Lin'er's face turned cold, and she said slowly: "No, I don't need to guess. Because you'll tell me yourself. ”

Borshu smiled and said, "Oh, why is Sect Leader Han so confident?

Han Lin'er shouted: "Then this sect leader will fight until you are willing to speak!" kicked the horse's belly hard, and the horse rushed forward and galloped. Jiuyang's skill, running at will, even people and horses, seems to have turned into a raging fireball, trying to devour the Borshu fiercely.

"Oh, is the Han Sect going to do it? Okay. Since this is the case, then I will comprehend the power of Jiuyang Divine Skill. ”

Borshu stood in place with his hands on his back, and he didn't even have the intention of dodging. said that it was too late, and Han Lin'er had already ridden his horse and rushed to the front. She screamed, raised her right palm, and used the Sun Knife to slash wildly, slashing fiercely on the spot, hitting the neck of the Bol technique.

Han Lin'er slashed with the Ninth Yang Skill, although it hit the target, it failed to "break it twice". Just because the blade is over, it is impressively from Borshu's neck...... Dragged out a wisp of smoke?

In an instant, Borshu's entire body completely turned into white smoke, ethereal, and unreal. Although the Burning Sun Knife can divide gold and jade, and sharpen iron like mud, it is like fishing for the moon in water against this smoke, and it has no effect at all. Such a miraculous feat is exactly ......

"The first layer of the Heavenly Treasure Jian: Baiyun Yan!hehe, Sect Master Han, please advise. ”