Chapter 628: The Marquis of Qingwu was defeated, and Ximen Blowing Snow moved the Jingshi

"It's a last resort, but it's also the strongest one!"

The bronze mace in the hand of the Qingwu Marquis who spoke instantly cracked out, crackling out several times in a row, and the bright black light was like a meteor swarm, blowing snow towards the west gate and attacking the past.

Simon Blowing Snow slashed out the long sword in his hand.

Clang! Clang!

Metallic interlacing sounds erupted.

The long sword and the bronze mace collided continuously, and strings of sparks burst out.

It's all lightning fast.

After the attack, Qingwu Hou's body turned into a surging light, and he kept approaching the west gate to blow snow.

He wants to use the power of the bronze mace in his hand to suppress the sword qi of Ximen Blowing Snow, so as to suppress Ximen Blowing Snow.

Time.

The sword light and the gong light constantly collided, bursting out into the sky.

The surrounding air was all dispersed by this breath.

The ground where the hand was fought was even more shattered and dusty.

Peng!

The figures of both sides fell.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Qingwu Hou's mouth, but his eyes became more fierce.

He looked at Ximen Fuxue and said coldly: "I love your sword so much, and use my own sword qi to protect the long sword, but you can't last long like this." ”

Ximen Fuxue didn't speak, stepped forward, and the long sword in his hand slashed out, the speed was too fast, and it collided with the air with a piercing scream.

The sharp sword qi turned into a cold light and slashed towards the other party.

The ripples of the sword qi overflowed and spread in all directions, and the rocks paved on the street gradually cracked under these ripples.

Qingwu Hou's eyes flashed with coldness, and the bronze mace in his right hand slashed out again, facing the sword.

The bronze mace collided with the sword qi.

A wave of terrifying air was emitted.

Both of them were shocked backwards.

Rumble!

The sword qi in Ximen Fuxue's body frantically poured into the long sword.

The sword qi on the long sword is vertical and horizontal.

Although his long sword is not ordinary, there is still a big gap between it and the bronze mace of Qingwu Hou, so in order to protect his long sword from being smashed, he wraps his long sword with his own sword qi.

But Ximen Fuxue didn't like this kind of situation to put himself in a passive situation, so he took the lead.

Divine momentum, a sword to break the sky

The sword light erupted, emitting a dazzling light.

It is impossible to open your eyes at all.

Qingwu Hou's face froze.

The whole body power poured into the bronze mace, and his own divine momentum was also activated, cooperating with the bronze mace.

With the blessing of two forces, a terrifying ferocious aura erupted from the bronze mace, and the ferocious aura was surging, like ocean waves.

Clang!

Two forces collide.

Ximen Fuxue only felt a powerful anti-shock force from the long sword in his hand, and his body moved back a few steps before he stabilized his body.

The other side.

Qingwu Hou's figure also took a few steps back, and a countershock force also surged out of his arm.

Some were numb, and the right hand holding the bronze mace was a little unsteady.

For a moment, let the bronze mace fall to the ground.

Raise your hand to grab the bronze mace.

But at this very moment.

Ximen Blowing Snow's figure jumped out, and the long sword in his hand slashed out, directly taking Qingwu Hou.

Brilliant sword light.

Like a bright star on the horizon, it passes by.

Rumble!

A terrifying aura erupted from Qingwu Hou's body, wanting to resist this sword momentum.

But the sword momentum penetrated the Gang Qi and crackled on the body of Qingwu Hou.

Poof

A stream of blood erupted from Qingwu Hou's body, and gurgling blood erupted from the scars.

"I didn't expect to be defeated!"

After Qingwu Hou finished speaking, his body was half-kneeling on the ground.

There was no unwillingness in his eyes, Ximen Fuxue was indeed stronger than him.

"Qingwu Hou is defeated! The bronze mace of the Marquis of Qingwu was a weapon-grade weapon given to him by His Majesty back then! ”

"I was able to burst out with the power that surpassed myself, but I didn't expect to be defeated in the hands of this Ximen Blowing Snow!"

Some people saw Qingwu Hou lying on the ground, and their faces showed horror.

"No one paid to kill you, this fight, this bronze gong is the price."

When Simon Fuxue spoke, he raised his palm, grabbed the bronze mace in his hand, turned around and left quickly

As he left, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Qingwu Hou's strength was not as good as him, but with the help of that bronze gong, the power of the divine power was not weaker than him.

If it weren't for the other party's unsteady hand.

I was thinking about getting the bronze gong back.

Simon Fuxue wants to defeat him, and he has to fight for a while.

now

Ximen Blowing Snow is very happy in his heart

Let out a long roar, his body jumped, turning into a white shadow and disappearing rapidly.

Watching the vanishing Simon blowing snow

The half-kneeling Qingwu Marquis's eyes darkened, and he fainted on the ground.

The other side

Zhongwu Hou was locked by a terrifying sword aura, and his fierce aura formed a gang qi, and his eyes scanned the surroundings fiercely.

Just now when he was in a hurry, he found that he was locked by a sword aura.

This sword aura is terrifying.

So stop your body and resist this sword aura.

But the opponent's sword aura was condensed but not released.

So he didn't dare to move.

And when a long howl appeared, the sword aura that locked him disappeared instantly.

On the other side, Yuwu Hou is in the same situation.

Someone locked with a sword.

But in the end, he suddenly withdrew his sword and disappeared

The two of them then changed their faces and quickly walked forward.

When the two of them arrived.

Seeing Qingwu Hou lying on the ground, his expression changed.

"What's going on!"

Zhongwu Hou raised his palm, grabbed a martial artist and asked.

"Qing, the West Gate of the Green Dragon Society defeated Qingwu Hou, but he didn't kill Qing Wuhou, Qingwu Hou should just be in a coma!"

The man who was captured stammered.

"Peng!"

While speaking, he was then thrown aside by Chungmu Hou.

Here, Yuwu Hou appeared beside Qingwu Hou.

Investigate the injuries of Qingwu Hou.

"The person is not dead, he is just unconscious, I have stopped the bleeding from the wound, and after a period of recovery, there will be no problem, but this person's sword aura is fierce, and it is no worse than the person who stopped me in his kendo cultivation."

"You were stopped by the man with the sword, and so did I!"

"And I feel that the person who stopped me should be Yan Thirteen of the [Blue Dragon Society], I felt that sword intent in Emperor Wuhou!"

Marquis Zhongwu said solemnly.

"Three kendo masters, [Blue Dragon Society] has three kendo masters who are concentrating in the sea!"

Yuwu Hou said in a deep voice.

"Return with Qingwu Hou first, the other party didn't kill Qingwu Hou this time, we admit that we will chase and kill the [Qinglong Society] Yan Thirteen."

Yuwu Hou then said.

Ximen Blowing Snow had the ability to kill Wuhou, but he didn't kill it.

The other side gave in

They don't have to fight each other.

The other party is just a killer, taking money to kill people, wanting revenge, and also looking for the person who paid to reward Emperor Wuhou.

Marquis Zhongwu hugged Marquis Qingwu and turned to leave.

For a time, the big war on this side ended.

However, the news of the defeat of Qingwu Marquis by the [Blue Dragon Society] Ximen Blowing Snow quickly spread.

The other side

When Xi Mufeng and the housekeeper returned to the house, they saw the corpse of Xi Bing lying in the center of the hall.

Xi Mufeng's eyes flashed in the depths of his eyes, but he pretended to be very frightened on his face, and quickly came to Xi Bing's corpse.

"What's going on, tell me who killed the head of the house!"

Said sharply to the attendant on the side.

"The West Gate of the [Blue Dragon Society] blows snow!"

The servant stammered.