[Ran^Text^Library] Seeing that his little friend was fighting with the enemy Gong Wuhou who had given him a sword, the red halberd in the hand of the ghost Fang Chiming who was freed up suddenly swirled, and immediately a blazing lightning bolt crossed in the void, and the moment the fire appeared, the sword halberd intersected!

"Zheng~!" As soon as he touched back, Gong Wuhou's red shadow turned into smoke, turned around and held the sword, and looked coldly at the familiar red halberd, and then raised his eyes, still expressionless and said: "The sword left in your chest by Wuhou, is there still a faint pain? I want you to kill me so impatiently!"

The crimson halberd blade pointed diagonally at the ground, and the red-faced Ghost Fang Chimei heard Gong Wuhou's provocation, his face changed suddenly, and then he snorted coldly: "Has the wound left by Chiming on your lower abdomen already healed, making you so arrogant again!"

At this time, Xiaodao was standing with a sword, and when he saw his old friend suddenly intervening in the fierce battle between himself and Gong Wuhou, although he was a little unhappy in his heart, he also understood that he was worried about his own safety and came to help, but after all, this was his own fateful battle, and he couldn't allow the second person to interfere, and then interjected: "Old friend, this is my battle, you better step aside!"

"You~!" I didn't expect my little friend to say such a thing, Ghost Fang Chiming couldn't react all of a sudden, and looked at the knife blankly: "This, this, this." ”

At this time, a green smoke flashed, and the Green Smoke Demon Venerable immediately came to his side, patted the shoulder of the old friend who had just fought side by side with him, and said: "This little friend is right, the old friend still respects his opinion, even if there will be any danger later, isn't there still us?"

Hearing the advice of his old friend, Ghost Fang Chiming had no choice but to snort coldly, slamming the halberd in his hand to the ground, his face gradually receded, but his two blazing eyes were still staring at Gong Wuhou. Seeing that the ghost Fang's red life was gradually dissipating his strength, and he was not ready to continue to meddle in the next battle, Xiaodao and Gong Wuhou seemed to have a very tacit understanding, and they all drew their swords to continue their unfinished battle of fate.

Gong Wuhou's sword is still as light as smoke, just like a dragon, fast as a ghost, but the sword of the knife gradually has its own style, Xu is affected by Fang Cai's white-clothed phantom carrying four swords, no matter how he comes out of the sword, there is always a sharp killing aura on the sword, this is like a sharp killing aura from the depths of the soul actually pressed Gong Wuhou's pure murderous aura to the extreme, and he couldn't faintly raise his head, as if telling the other party that I am the first killing qi of the Heavenly Dao.

"Zheng~!" The two swords that couldn't see the figure clearly retreated again, and at this time, Gong Wuhou also faintly felt that his opponent had gradually begun to suppress himself, and even a sharp killing aura stabbed his right hand holding the sword with a faint pain, if he delayed any longer, I am afraid that he will be folded here today, and his only long-cherished wish in this life has not been realized, and he must not stop here. Without thinking too much, Zhu Ying, the queen of the palace, was fascinated, drew his sword in an instant, and finally resorted to a murderous move that had never appeared in this long history, and this move was the move of blood and tears.

"The sword is slick and the red smoke crosses the trail of Fei, like a thought!"

In a thought, Zhan Ruo thought, the sword of Gong Wuhou is the essence of hundreds of peerless swordsmanship that he has learned in the past 20 years, and then takes the eye of blood and tears as the core, and creates a murderous style, this style, there is an indescribable human pathos, the moment the red fog disperses in the sky, everyone can't help but slowly shed two lines of tears in their hearts, like a dream, and like a horse, they see their past, everyone has a sadness in the past that they don't want to mention, everyone has a story that they have to think about from time to time, and now, they look back again, this stool, let them be like a dream, but it is so real, people can't help but reach out and want to grab it, but when they wake up, they pounce on the air, this is a faint loss, and there is a faint sadness in the loss.

This sword is only in a thought, or the thought in everyone's hearts is not over, it is still standing in place, and even the knife has forgotten to draw the sword, but the Danhong of Gong Wuhou has already been handed to the center of his eyebrows.

If there is no accident, the life of the knife will definitely end in a second, but accidents are always accompanied by nothing, at the moment when his eyebrows were about to be stabbed, even the murderous aura from the tip of the red sword had already pierced his eyebrows with a drop of blood red, but at that moment, the accident still happened.

"Huh~!" A crimson sword shadow suddenly drilled out from the eyebrows of the small knife, facing the tip of the red sword that wanted to take his life, his sword was fast, then the red sword shadow was faster, his sword was murderous, then the murderous aura of the red sword shadow was monstrous, his sword was going to kill him, then it was coming to kill him!

"Zheng~!" It was like two killing swords like substance met, and an obvious metal trilling suddenly rose at the moment when their sword tips met, and everyone present immediately woke up.

"Huh?!" Although he was surprised, the knife was not slow in his hand, and when he saw the red sword that was close to the center of his eyebrows, he stood up brilliantly in his hand, and the tip of the silver-white sword instantly picked up the path that was only a sword away from him.

"Huh?!" At this time, Gong Wuhou was also the same as a knife, his heart was full of surprise, but the sword that must be killed was dissolved by the other party in such a strange way, in other words, it was unbelievable, the moment he saw the opponent sober, he immediately fought back against himself, and he had to take a step back first.

"What a weird sword, it almost hit your way!" A sword retreated from the enemy, and the knife at this time was shocked into a cold sweat, for the killing sword of Fang Cai Gong Wuhou, I still shudder when I think about it now, only a little bit, I will explain here today, if it weren't for the sword that suddenly rose in the center of my eyebrows and woke me up in time, I don't even know how I died!

The blue-eyed demon venerable and the ghost Fang Chi Ming who were not far away also frowned, one was unbelievable, the other was deeply afraid, and it was unbelievable that as an illusion master, he would actually be lost in that sword Zhan Ruo thought, and the fear of the ghost Fang Chi Ming was the fear of ignoring the experience, if the battle a year ago Gong Wuhou used this method, then maybe he would not be standing here today!

"Your sword in the center of your eyebrows is the real weirdness, Wuhou is really miscalculated!" was still expressionless, but a bad premonition gradually appeared in his cold heart.

"You must have me when you come, this is the way of hospitality, since you have a sword first, then it will be my turn next!" As soon as the words fell, he saw that the knife had no more nonsense, and the brilliant sword in his hand suddenly rose, slashing a dazzling silver white in the void, and then holding the hilt of the sword, the moment the tip of the sword pointed obliquely at the ground, he immediately held the sword forward.

"I have a silver and white nine-foot front, and I have a dragon to kill the dragon!"

With an immortal poem suddenly sounded between heaven and earth, a silver lightning bolt slashed through the void, and at the end of the lightning was a long sword across the void, and the person holding the sword was a knife that was half-kneeling behind Gong Wuhou.

"What kind of sword is this?"

"This is a dragon slaying sword!"

"Good sword!" As soon as the word good sword fell, he saw Gong Wuhou, who was standing in place in the posture of drawing a sword at this time, sneered and spat out a mouthful of blood, and then suddenly burst out from his right shoulder to his left waist. Smack, finally unable to support the seriously injured body at this time, knelt down with the sword, the lowered head was unwilling, not regretful, but also the regret that the wish had not been fulfilled, the blood slowly flowed, dyeing the red of his body deeper, lining the long sword in his hand more colorfully, and stirring the blood and tears in the corners of his eyes even more demonic!

Just when he was about to fall, the blood and tears in the corners of his eyes also heard his unwillingness, and at the moment he lowered his head, a dazzling blood light burst out in an instant, staining the entire void with scarlet scarlet, and then, a faint phantom of a human-headed snake body slowly appeared behind him, and at the moment when the phantom condensed into a substance, Gong Wuhou raised his head, turned around, and took out his sword!

No one will question the beauty of this sword, although it is bloody, no one will doubt the result of this sword, because this is a sword of the original gods!

Only celestials can condense the primordial gods, and only celestials can stab the primordial gods, and his sword can only be wielded by inspiring the eyes of blood and tears.

On the other side, a sword of heaven and man, even if the unknown and the ghost Fang are in unison, it is also a part of being killed in seconds, they have no time to rescue, and they dare not reach out to rescue, in the face of this sword, they are now only left with the trembling from the depths of their souls, and the thighs that can't be stepped away!