"Familiar sword, Liu Zhengrong?" Mo Feng was surprised.

Sanwu: "Let's go and see it before." ”

The three of them increased their speed at the same time, and after a while, Shangguan felt that Liu Zhengrong's breath in front of him was getting stronger and stronger, and the wind blowing through was becoming more and more violent.

"The wrath of the wind and the waves will not return. ”

A fierce wind mixed with the fast sword of death evoked boundless blood red in the mountains and forests.

Shangguan is raising the speed of the body, "If you can let Liu Zhengrong use the two major sword techniques of the signature, it is very likely that the other party is the Fazen is empty, which is not good." ”

Thinking in his heart, in an instant, the three of them had gone deeper into the Burial Xiong Mountain for more than ten miles.

In front of the three of them, a green shirt and cloth shirt, arrogant, with doubts in his eyes, but the long sword in his hand did not hesitate for a moment, and the ordinary long sword bloomed with the most magnificent color in Liu Zhengrong's hand at this moment.

"The slanting wind and drizzle do not return, and the angry wind and waves will not return. "The two signature sword skills of the Qingfeng Sword Sect compose wind and rain poems in Liu Zhengrong's swaying.

But although the sword is fast and the man is strong, he is always in danger.

Liu Zhengrong was surrounded by countless people, and as far as the eye could see, they were densely packed, these people were crazy, their eyes were scarlet, and they looked like people and ghosts.

"I'm here to help you. ”

With a shout, the ink sword screamed, and he started to kill.

Turning over to enter, Nei Yuan hurried, the sword flowed between his hands, and the chaotic crowd fell under the wail.

"Abandon the sword and never think, break the sword and the sea"

The sweeping sword blade is as fast as a meteor breaking a shock, and as sharp as an apocalypse with electric light.

The frantic crowd fell again, but there were still too many of them.

"Sure enough, it's you, kid. ”

Liu Zhengrong single-handedly slashed the four people behind Mo Feng.

"How did you get here?"

stabbed a sword, and penetrated the two people behind Liu Zhengrong who wanted to sneak attack.

"A few days ago, I found this kind of ghost-like guy in a small town, and I killed all the way, and when I arrived at this mountain, I didn't expect countless people to suddenly pour out to surround me, and I fought and retreated unconsciously to this mountain, what a fuck. ”

Liu Zhengrong looked depressed, the sword in his hand was increasing his strength by three points, and there was a lot of mourning.

At this moment, the battle situation has added another halberd and a palm, and the white hair flutters and the halberd moves wildly, and the lethality is terrifying.

A person interspersed with the crowd, fists and fingers, fast moves, stable style, paper fan like a knife, not light moves, hair must be hit, and the middle will die.

Shangguan Jinghong and Sanwu joined the battle, and suddenly Liu Zhengrong's pressure was greatly reduced.

Liu Zhengrong: "I didn't expect the two of you to come too." ”

The combat power shown by Shangguan and Sanwu at this moment made Liu Zhengrong. I was also shocked, "Sure enough, intersecting with a dragon will definitely not be a worm." ”

"Haha, Brother Liu, let's meet again. Sanwu chuckled twice, and Nei Yuan urged his fists and feet to show his might.

Liu Zhengrong: "Ha, let's solve the immediate trouble first." ”

The long sword groaned three times, and Nei Yuan gathered around the sword, and the sword body kept shaking.

The three of Shangguan also kept urging in their bodies at this moment, and the Lotus Flower Holy Skill in Shangguan's body was faintly revealed, and the other three suddenly felt that the Lingtai was clear.

The halberd erupted with a tearing power, like a dragon angrily moving in all directions.

Shangguan Jinghong: "The Nine Dragons are against the soul, and the eight directions are shocking." Break!"

The ink sword is flowing in the landscape ink painting, and a poignant and gorgeous atmosphere swept the battlefield, "Destroy the sword in ten directions, break the sword and break the sea, destroy the sword and break life and death, and destroy the three styles in one!"

Three no, Liu Zhengrong did not let the two of them specialize in beauty.

The inner element exudes incomparably condensed and heavy, killing into the crowd all over the body, fists, palms, claws, fingers, legs, feet, knees, elbows, all of them are killing weapons, and the paper fan cuts through the moment of life and death.

The long sword groaned lightly, Liu Zhengrong jumped forward, and the strength of the martial artist triple completely exploded, the sword body kept moving, and the sword light appeared the color of death and blood, and the wind swept wildly. "Dancing in the wind, hit!"

In the face of the frenzied crowd, the attack of the four geniuses was fearless of death when their minds were controlled, close to a thousand people, and surrounded the four Shangguan people, and gradually Shangguan and the others were overwhelmed by the crowd.

There were two sword lights in the siege without a trace of gap, and then a halberd came out, and only death was left where one person held a paper fan.

"Boom"

There was a thunderclap, and the crowd was wiped out, and no one survived.

The beads of sweat the size of the four beans rolled down, and their breathing was a little short.

"Yes, it should be over, right?" Mo Feng was a little tired, although he had killed many people before, but it was the first time he had killed nearly a thousand people with his own hands.

"It's over. What the hell are these monsters? How did you three end up here?"

Different from Mo Feng, the ease on Liu Zhengrong's face was obvious, but he was a little puzzled, "How could the three of them appear here? ”

Shangguan, Sanwu glanced at each other, and Sanwu nodded in agreement.

"Brother Liu, here's the thing. "At that moment, Shangguan told the Peerless Domain about the Fazen Void?

"There is such a wicked person, then this burial mountain is the last foothold of Fazen Dunkong?" Liu Zhengrong looked angry.

Sanwu: "That's right, I believe that they have sensed that we have arrived at Fuxiong Mountain, what are we going to do next?"

"Since you're here, let's stay!"

A mysterious sound broke through the sky, and the immortal figure stepped out, the long gray hair swayed slightly by the wind, and the blood-colored Buddha beads hung on the chest, making the faint Fuxiong Mountain add a little scarlet out of thin air, and the appearance was mediocre, so ordinary that it would disappear in the crowd. The endless pressure brought by one step made the four Shangguan people sweat like rain and retreat step by step.

And just one day before Shangguan, Sanwu, and Mo Feng arrived at Fuxiong Mountain.

Changing the prosperity of the past, the people and animals in Wushuang City are silent, and the haze will shroud Wushuang City without a trace of life.

The doors of every house were wide open, and some of them even had cold meals on the portals, but there was no trace of people.

The Mu family, one of the two great families in Wushuang City, was shrouded in a strange atmosphere, the Mu family was in a mess, and the Mu Tribulation, who had once competed with the three non-existents, was full of disbelief in his eyes, and his blood was all over his body. And Mu Zhan, the head of the Mu family, only two blood caves are left in the position of his eyes at this moment, all the muscles and bones of his body are broken, and his feet are on his knees and his face is incomprehensible.

Mu Chen, Mu Yun, and Mu Tribulation all died tragically.

At the same time, in Duanmu Mansion, blood trickled from the compound all the way through the gate, and countless people's grievances flowed down the steps.

At this time, the once majestic Duanmu Mansion was filled with blood like Shura transit, and a white-clothed shadow in the courtyard could be faintly seen falling down with the cold light.

The nine immortals fall into the dust, the lake is bright and the spring pond is beautiful, who is the broken branch?

The shadow of falling into the dust, white and blood-stained, is magnificent, and people can't bear to look at it directly.

The blue robe fell quietly from the sky, and the dripping blood beads released a wail, but the robe was still there, but it was already a thing.