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The figure is like a flash of lightning that passes away, but the strings are strangely chasing after it. As soon as his heartstrings tightened, Ling Hu Jue knew that the other party must have a secret method such as concealment, and he did not hesitate at all, and directly teleported.

Suddenly, the figure was empty, and the strong man hidden in the void appeared, also a scribe with a silver mask on his face, a pair of eyes that were shining, and his temples on both sides were high and bulging. There is a three-foot-six-inch yaoqin in his hand, Fuxi-style, half smaller than an ordinary qin, the whole body is dark, even the strings are no exception, faintly flowing with a black light. He patted the body of the piano with one hand, and the thin strings swirled back, plucked with one finger, and did not see the sound of the piano, only heard his cold reprimand: "Heavenly Dao, palace violence!"

As soon as his words fell, Ling Hujue, who was teleporting in the void, only felt a loud bang in his ears, and the entire spiritual platform was shaking, his qi and blood were floating, and his figure was forced out again.

A sharp blade-like air flow surged over with the swirling invisible power, and the surrounding grass and trees were enclosed in a large area, and at the same time, three shining green chess pieces, like the devil's spell, thundered like lightning!

I couldn't take care of it anymore, holding back the blood surging in my chest, Ling Hu Jue unleashed the wings of the black dragon, and suddenly fought his wrist, the body of the black dragon spear trembled like a wave, and "Huo" formed a two-sided black sè arc of light, like open black sè wings, and the tip of the spear reflected a flash of light, and it faintly transformed into a dragon shape. It was like the endless night dissolving into a point, with an endless desolate and heroic atmosphere, and the faint sound of "dragon roar" roared out, which instantly eliminated the surrounding air, rolling and whistling, and there was infinite heavy pressure!

So in an instant, the wind splashed everywhere. Countless remnants of grass and grass were swayed. Linghu snorted slightly. Holding his chest, he staggered out three feet away, and the face under the helmet mask was as waxy as white paper. The two silver-faced men did not move at all, but their eyes were full of ecstasy and consternation. The silver-faced scribe holding the chess, with his eyes hidden behind the mask, blinked sharply, and made an imperceptible glance at his companion. The silver-faced scribe holding the yaoqin understood what he meant, and bowed his head slightly.

The silver-faced scribe holding the chess moved a step forward, stared, and said indifferently, "Ling Hujue, give us your gun." We spare your life. Although his tone was indifferent, the corners of his eyes had already revealed extreme greed, as a half-step king, if they didn't know what the gun in Ling Hujue's hand was at this time, then they would be considered to have cultivated in vain.

The hideous mask shimmered with a misty brilliance, so that the fox did not move with a gun, and his chest and abdomen were like a poisonous flame burning, scorching his lips and tongue. But he knew, even so. It's still lucky, if it weren't for the armor and body protection of the Xuanfeng. If it weren't for the black dragon spear domineering, the joint blow of the two half-step kings would be enough to kill him on the spot!

Ling Hu Jue gasped a few times, hoarse, but said extremely calmly: "Who are you?"

The silver-faced scribe who held the chess ball was very impatient and said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, do you pay it or not?"

Ling Hu Jue stared at him, and from his gaze, Ling Hu Jue saw two words, "Greed." At this moment, he fully understood why Empress Jing Ling had to break a seal before giving him the Black Dragon Spear, the Black Dragon Spear that dripped blood to recognize the Lord was the bane, but it was also a talisman, and almost no one would kill him directly after seeing the Black Dragon Spear.

Secretly adjusting his luck, Ling Hu Jue smiled hoarsely: "I won't hand it over, you have the ability to take it yourself." ”

From his breath and breath, the two masked scribes had already judged that he was the end of the crossbow, but even so, they did not dare to take risks, for fear of killing the fox. After all, compared to the Black Dragon Spear, Linghu Jue is obviously not worth mentioning.

glanced at each other, and at the moment of eye contact, the eyebrows of the two of them furrowed, and one of them turned sideways, facing a sparse forest, concentrating and calming, obviously a little wary. Ling Hu Jue was confused, he didn't know what the two of them were doing, and he was also very worried in his heart, and at the same time, he was quickly looking for a way to get out in his mind, but obviously, under the current situation, there was almost no possibility of success in the way he could think of.

Do I really want to fall here? The corners of Ling Hu's lips pulled a touch of bitterness, he was not afraid of death, life and death were connected, and it was inevitable that he would go through it, but he had some regrets in his heart. However, he quickly perked up, for he heard a strong wind coming from the other side of the forest, which was the sound of rapid leaping, and soon, two figures flew into the air like two big black heads, and by the moonlight, he could see that it was an old man, a middle-aged man. The old man was in his sixties, his phoenix eyes were lowering his eyebrows, and his body was exceptionally tall, although he was wearing a long robe, he could also see the terrifying power hidden under his body. The middle-aged man, thin and long, with a round and bright head, a pair of eyebrows erected like a knife, exuding a surprisingly indifferent and powerful aura.

As soon as the two of them settled, they didn't rush to speak, but looked at the three of them, the two silver-faced scribes obviously didn't like to speak, and let their eyes wander over their bodies, and they didn't speak, but their eyes behind the masks were cold and fearful.

Ling Hu Jue, who was still panting, didn't have much joy in his heart, although the two people who suddenly came didn't seem to be weak, but who would offend the two half-step battle kings because of a stranger!

"Not true. The middle-aged man looked at Ling Hu for a while, and then shook his head and muttered, although his slender eyes were half-blind, there were still two terrifying cold lightning flashing like golden snakes.

The silver-faced scribe who was holding the chess finally couldn't help it, and said coldly: "Two, have you seen enough?"

The old man glared at the middle-aged man viciously, took a step forward, and said in a voice like a bell: "I'm sorry, friend, my little brother's ears are not very good, misunderstanding, pure misunderstanding." ”

After speaking, he reprimanded the middle-aged man next to him: "I guess I drank too much again, I think your wolf ears can be cut off." ”

The middle-aged man argued with three points of confusion: "No, Brother Tie, you asked me to investigate, I heard it as soon as I arrived"

"What do you hear? The old man interrupted him forcefully, and bowed his hand apologetically to the two masked scribes, and turned to leave.

At this time, a little hope was ignited in Ling Hujue's heart, and when he saw the old man turn around, he immediately said urgently: "But the senior of King Li?"

The old man's body turned around and was obviously stunned, and the two silver-faced warriors immediately sensed that something was wrong, and one of them flashed violently, and the chess pieces in his hands flew towards Ling Fox Jue like a meteor catching the moon. Ling Hu Jue dodged to the left with a little fighting spirit that had just recovered, because on the left side was the middle-aged man who had been reluctant to move and flew towards him with frightening speed, like a streamer, and a long wolf howl was emitted in the air.

And the old man who was called the king of power by Linghu Jue also launched in an instant, so fierce that he soared into the air like an eagle falcon, and his fists rose from the outer circle at the same time, drawing a wonderful arc, and suddenly struck out, a powerful energy, competing like a wave of rolling and surging rows, and the silver-faced scribe who fought against him reacted very quickly, and immediately turned the strings into sword wires, trembling into thousands of cold stars, against the overwhelming fists.

The four of them were in a mess in an instant, the grass mist flew again, and it was foggy again, the waves of the air were even more juliè, and the piercing loud noise was continuous, still faintly mixed with the sound of heavy exhalation and wolf howl!

After a juliè collision, the four figures flew like exploding rubble and fell in two directions, each standing still in the dust, like an abyss standing still, heavy and incoherent. At this time, seeing that the gap was coming, compared with the other three, the middle-aged man took a few steps back.

The eyes of the two silver-faced scribes were even colder, and in the battle of suitable talents, they had already tried out the depth of their opponents, strictly speaking, they were still a little worse than them, especially the middle-aged man, who was more than a step behind them. But that's usual, now, but not necessarily, especially the silver-faced scribe who held the chess, who had been burned a chess piece by the reincarnation divine fire before, and the injury of the mind was all pressed by the realm, and he didn't dare to use all his strength at all, plus Ling Hu Jue also consumed a lot of their fighting energy, and now when they fight, it is not certain who loses and who wins.

Ling Hu Jue also stared at the six zhang away, at this moment he had put away the armor of the Xuan Feng Illusion, and there was an indescribable aura of solemnity on his pale face!

Slowly, slowly...... The footsteps of the old man and the middle-aged man began to move, of course, they also qingchu the opponent's situation, naturally they would not leave the opponent a chance to breathe, the old man raised his fists, and the bone joints seemed to be like gold and iron with a slight sonorous sound, the layers were distinct, and there was a little heavy smell. The middle-aged man, on the other hand, arched his body like a hungry wolf waiting for an opportunity to pounce, and there was a cruelty in his eyes.

Suddenly, the old man exhaled, his fists were pushed out from his chest in a row, and in the midst of the wild surge, the middle-aged man let out a terrible wolf howl, he knew that his realm was the lowest, and as soon as he made a move, it was a trick: "Heavenly Dao, wolves!" A group of wolf-shaped mangs swooped out with a terrifying wind, endlessly, and extended. The two silver-faced scribes roared half-loudly, and the chess shadows and strings slanted towards them, and in the lightning and stone fire, the huge energy that was not like the power of human beings collided again, tumbled again, and stirred again in the air. A poignant and tragic bloody battle was instantly white-hot, and the four figures rushed back and forth, doing dazzling and unbelievable attacks and defenses in an instant!

The four of them are all the strongest people on the mainland, and when they fight, the scene is thrilling. Let Ling Hujue, who was watching the battle while recovering his fighting spirit, have a deep feeling, and let him understand that he is still far from the road of a truly strong man. To be honest, one-on-one, he is not afraid of any of these four people, and even if he is stronger, he is not afraid, because his law and the way of heaven are against the sky, but if he faces two at the same time, even if he is weaker than them, he is also a dead end, why? It's very simple, if he wants to win one, he must do his best, so it doesn't matter how strong he is. But after winning, he will definitely have no fighting spirit, all his magic power, and he will not be able to deal with the next one at all, which comes down to his realm being too low!

As time passed, the old man and the middle-aged man gradually got the upper hand, after all, these two silver-faced warriors were not ordinary half-step battle kings, and the secret magic martial arts were very powerful!

At this time, Linghu, who had already recovered a little, made a move!