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"Hmph, don't be ashamed!" In the face of Xuanyuan Shaohong's speed dodge, Huo Bin, who had been unable to attack for a long time, showed a slight eagerness in his heart, and the cold light in his eyes was even better, and the operation of the aura in his body was increased from time to time, making the fire-tipped spear like a fire dragon even more flameful.

"Hehe, I'm not ashamed to say it, but I don't know if you will be so domineering next!"

"The book of the ghost gate is opened, in my name, call your heroic soul, turn the sword in my hand, sweep the thorns of heaven and earth for me, and help me step on the top of heaven and earth!"

"Yanyun Eighteen Riders!"

Xuanyuan Shaohong's face was straight, his eyes were condensed, the black light flashed in his hand, and the ghost door book hidden in his soul appeared in his hand, when he gently opened the second page, his eyes were extremely dignified, only to see the second page of eighteen black-clothed cloth armor, leaping on the paper, the scimitar in his hand, the dazzling cold light, mixed with a deadly murderous aura, as if to break through the sky.

Xuanyuan Shaohong still felt shocked until this moment when he recalled the thrill of that day, in the Valley of Hooking Souls, with the improvement of his soul power and the condensation of his spiritual power, the ghost gate behind him opened again, and when he re-entered the ghost gate resentment realm, crossed Lu Bu's tomb, and went deep under the blood moon, he entered a group of graves full of wireless killing machines.

Eighteen seemingly inconspicuous small dark tombs, but they bring people a kind of bone-chilling cold, nameless tombstones, broken black flags, and full moon scimitars flashing with demonic blood light under the blood moon, revealing endless cold and cold murder, making people unable to breathe. The mountains of dry bones around the tombs surround it, as if venting endless resentment towards the people in the tombs.

The blood moon hung in the air, and the dry bones and ghosts groaned, as if the real resentment was condensed around the silent tombs, but they did not dare to violate it in the slightest.

Quiet!

In the ghost cry of resentment, the eighteen small tombs in the tomb group are quiet and terrible!

"Click!"

"Click!"

......

"Click!"

As a killer, there are no less than tens of thousands of unjust souls and ghosts in his hands, Xuanyuan Shaohong, who should not be timid about this, but his heart is a little cold at the moment, and he should be familiar with him and unfamiliar with the murderous aura, but it makes Xuanyuan Shaohong's eyelids jump, because this is the killer legend that he only touched when he was dying in his last life.

The existence in the tomb seemed to sense the breath of the living, and each small tomb slowly cracked open with a click, and a dark figure slowly walked out.

Eighteen people, dark winter clothes, waist wearing scimitars, face masks, black scarves on their heads, only their eyes exposed, long black cloaks on their outer bodies, stepping on Huren horse boots, riding boots equipped with daggers, each carrying a big bow, each carrying eighteen arrows, when they walked out of the tomb and pulled out the blood-glittering full moon scimitar under their feet, Xuanyuan Shaohong only flashed that legend in his mind!

"Legend of the killer, Yanyun Eighteen Riders!"

According to the wild history, the Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry was a very terrifying killer force under the Jingbian Hou Luo Yi during the Sui and Tang dynasties, and every time the Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry appeared, it would bring a tragic massacre to the barbarians. Legend has it that when a foreign invaded, Yan Yun killed thousands of foreign invaders in one attempt, so that the foreign invaders did not dare to make another step for many years.

Fast as the wind, as fierce as fire, wherever you go, not a single inch of grass is left. Strong bow scimitar, good at riding and shooting, with one enemy hundred, never tasted defeat.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

......

"Kill!"

Eighteen murderous angry sounds, megatrons, but also the surrounding endless grievances completely dispersed, but instead of a more depressed invisible murderous aura, when the eighteen scimitars in their hands, pointing at Xuanyuan Shaohong, Xuanyuan Shaohong's body was immediately restrained by a strong murderous aura, depressed, powerless, desperate, all the negative emotions poured into his heart.

However, for the killer rookie in the new era, Xuanyuan Shaohong felt a humiliation, which was a killer's humiliation.

As a legend in the killer world, Yanyun Eighteen Horsemen condensed murderous aura at this moment, but it aroused the unwilling self-esteem in the depths of Xuanyuan Shaohong's heart, murderous, cold as bone marrow, gradually rose from Xuanyuan Shaohong's body, and fought against the murderous aura of Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry with difficulty and stubbornness.

This is a duel, a duel exclusive to the killer, fighting for murderousness, and dignity for it!

The murderous aura is condensing, the murderous aura is rising, the invisible murderous aura seems to have turned into a substance at this moment, the two blood-colored dragons above Xuanyuan Shaohong are fighting fiercely, the dragon claws are killed, the dragon's teeth are biting, and the two blood-colored dragons only have bloody beastliness, brutal, brutal, and crazy biting together.

Although the blood dragon transformed by Xuanyuan Shaohong's murderous aura is smaller, it is more dexterous and more crazy, even if the dragon scales are broken, and the dragon's blood is sprinkled all over the sky, it is still bloody, and the dragon's mouth bites the dragon's fatal throat, and the huge dragon's eyes are full of madness.

Don't be crazy, don't be a demon!

"Whew!"

After all, the huge blood-colored dragon couldn't bear the dragon's teeth and roared, a miserable dragon roar fell, and the blood-colored dragon shattered in response, turning into a little bit of blood light and scattering the world, and finally slowly fell silent in the blood moon, the dragon shattered, and Xuanyuan Shaohong's murderous dragon paused for a second, and then collapsed, forming a blood rain in the sky.

"Killer?"

"Yes!"

"Why did you come from?

"Use it for me!"

"Why?"

"Only kill!"

The blood dragon was shattered, and there was silence for a moment, Yan Yun Eighteen Cavalry took the lead in speaking, the voice was like a cold blade, as if it hit people's hearts, Xuanyuan Shaohong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were also cold, returning to the nature of the killer back then, and the murderous aura became more and more intense.

"Kneel!"

With a single killing, a domineering look, Yan Yun Eighteen Riders knelt on one knee in response, pulled out the full moon scimitar in his hand, the tip of the knife slashed across the palm of his left hand, the palm dripped blood, and put it on his chest, his body bent forward slightly, and the scimitar stood in front of him, eighteen people, the movements were simplified, just like one person, this is their unique way, in offering their heartfelt to Xuanyuan Shaohong.

This is a surrender that belongs only to them!

The moment the eighteen black-clothed figures walked out of the ghost door book, the temperature of this life and death platform was instantly reduced to zero point, especially Huo Bin, who was surrounded in the middle and pointed at by the scimitar, felt a bone-chilling cold, and the fire spear that was still burning before was slowly extinguished into a small flame at this moment, and finally completely extinguished in Huo Bin's desperate eyes.

"Kill!"

When the last trace of fire was extinguished, he was still fantasizing about killing Xuanyuan Shaohong, the cave void soul was in his hand, and the Shenglong Pill was in his hand, and his strength soared in the future, and Huo Bin, who had walked to the pinnacle of his life, only had time to hear a sound of anger that pierced his heart, and before he could make any response, he felt that his head was actually floating, and he actually saw his body, hey, where did my head go.

"Bang!"

One hit kills, extreme speed, the scimitar gently slashed through Huobin's head, but it wasn't until his head hit the ground that Huobin lost all his breath in confusion.

The murderous aura of Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry is too heavy, even if Xuanyuan Shaohong is also a killer, it is not very adaptable, after all, the murderous aura of the two is still a little different after all, and now that the task is completed, Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry stood on his chest with the scimitar on his chest, and slowly dissipated in the bow to Xuanyuan Shaohong, and returned to the Ghost Gate Book.

"Phew! Done! Let's see if there's anything good!"

Yan Yun's eighteen horses dissipated, and the life and death platform once again recovered the previous atmosphere, without the previous cold, Xuanyuan Shaohong also smiled at the corner of his eyebrows, and walked towards Huobin's corpse, he was very interested in this so-called high-achieving student of Qifu!

PS: Regardless of whether the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun really exist in history, please understand, this is just a novel, just a novel, a novel, a novel, say!

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