When Lu Nianchou and the other seven people rode down to the south, the newborn fiery red morning sun shone on their backs, and the healthy horses galloped under their crotch, as if they were draped in blood-colored cloaks.

But not long after they chased after them, they saw Huo Du and his party looking down on a small hillside not far away, condescending, and never went far at all.

"So it's really just a few of you? Just seven people dared to go down to Zhongnan Mountain to chase and kill us, is it really a big dog's guts? ”

Huo Du thought that he was frightened by these seven people and fled in embarrassment just now, and he only felt red-faced, and he wanted to cut these people with a thousand knives in order to hide his shame.

Behind him, except for Darba, there were only nineteen people left, of which thirteen were all powerhouses who had cultivated true qi, and the remaining seven were people from the rivers and lakes who had been collected by him.

Seeing that there were only seven Quanzhen disciples, they were chasing after them on horseback and carrying swords, and their faces showed a hideous look, and their murderous intentions were revealed.

"Cut off the heads of these seven things who don't know whether they are alive or dead, and I will make their heads into wine jugs and send them to Ma Yu and Qiu to drink."

"Give me a hands-on ......"

"Kill!"

Huo Du's pupils had an incomparably crazy blood, and even his near-body and mental abdomen were chilled.

This trip to Zhongnan Mountain was originally made with great fanfare, to beat and deter the Quanzhen Sect and take down the Tomb Sect.

Now he has failed, he has been killed and fled, disgraced, it can be said that he has achieved nothing, and he has lost face.

He is the third disciple of the Golden Wheel Dharma King, and coupled with his own bloodline, he has a high status in Mongolia, and he can mobilize so many masters and resources, but he is not without competitors.

This time, the army mobilized the people, lost the troops, and finally returned empty-handed, I don't know how many people will become a laughing stock, and even attract the suppression of the opponent.

How does this make him not annoyed, how not to hate?

It was just a matter of being besieged and retreating in Chongyang Palace, but in the tomb of the living dead, the blood of the seven Quanzhen disciples who were killed was like a river, and they fled for their lives.

As long as he thinks of this life, Huo Du feels that his face is hot.

"If you don't cut these seven people with a thousand knives, it's hard to vent the hatred in my heart!"

It's too late, it's too soon.

In a dozen breaths, Lu Nianchou and the other seven people had already rushed over on horseback.

He was naked with a blood-stained upper body, holding the reins in one hand and a sword in the other, and before anyone arrived, a chilling bloody aura had already surged......

"Kill!"

Lu Nianchou roared wildly, taking the lead, as if his long hair was dancing wildly, and he was holding a one-person-high horse chopping knife in his hand, and the strong impact made the sound of the horse's hooves like thunder.

A strong Mongolian warrior rushed out with a smirk on his face and a small pigtail tied with a golden hoop.

However, what greeted him was a huge sword that tore through the wind, and the unrivaled blade, like the sword of the gods, rolled up the wind and slashed down in anger.

"Bang."

Lu Nianchou borrowed horsepower, his body and internal force were one, and the terrifying power made the horse chopping knife roar like thunder, tearing the enemy's body into two pieces in an instant.

The chopping knife rushed through, setting off a sky of blood, and the Mongolian warrior was killed by this terrifying force and exploded directly.

Lu Nianchou was bathed in the scarlet blood rain, and his bronzed skin was dyed with a layer of blood-red light under the bright red morning sun, like a demon god who came out of hell.

Come on!

He has successfully completed the task and lured the little dragon girl out.

With Li Mochou's astuteness and means, he will inevitably seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and enter the ancient tomb.

After this war,

He will inevitably choose to leave the Quanzhen Sect.

If he couldn't kill Huo Du, he would have no face to see Li Zhihua.

I am even more ashamed of these brothers who disregard their future and life and death, and go down the mountain with him to kill thieves!

"Huo Du, this time, don't die!"

"Lao Tzu must kill you!"

He didn't care whether he would expose his details, all the internal and external skills were used, and he even performed the Yinshan Holy Fire Skill, and the blood and qi around his body surged, burning like a raging fire.

At this moment, his eyes were red, and there was an endless burst of murderous energy, as if he had drunk the strongest wine in the world, and wanted to wield the wildest knife in the world to cut down all enemies.

"Huh! Boom! ”

His whole temperament has changed greatly, his long hair is dancing wildly, he has an indescribable evil nature, and he keeps smiling, which makes people feel a chill from the bones.

His strength skyrocketed, like a flash flood, and he fiercely urged the war horse under his crotch, stepped on the bones of the enemy, and slammed into the enemy group.

"Kill him."

"Kill!"

In the hysterical shouts of both sides, Lu Nianchou single-handedly collided with the three enemies who rushed to the front.

There is no doubt that these people who rushed to the forefront are Mongolian masters, who have reached the pinnacle of practicing Tibetan foreign kung fu, which is comparable to the strong people who have practiced true qi.

With Lu Nianchou's strength, a person can kill a Mongolian warrior with a single sword with horsepower, but in the face of the three of them joining forces, it is no longer possible to destroy the withered and decaying advance.

The blood rose, and the snow light of the knife easily cut off the head of an enemy, but the war horse under the seat was also torn apart by two scimitars, and the blood flowed nonstop, and even was almost kneeling after being beaten by a palm.

Shoot the man first and shoot the horse, and capture the thief first and capture the king.

The Mongols, who were nomadic peoples, knew best how to deal with an enemy on horseback.

Lu Nianchou decisively turned over and dismounted, and the slashing knife raged in all directions, the sword light surging like a wave, desperately killing the enemy.

At the same time, he roared angrily, "Formation! ”

Only then did the other six rush behind him, and the six of them turned over and dismounted without hesitation, roaring to form a Beidou Tiangang sword formation beside him.

"Hahaha, the sword formation is complete, Lao Tzu wants your life!"

"Shake the light at the head, Tianshu as the tail, Tianquan as the handle, the stars are reversed, kill me!"

He stepped on the light star position, as a sword blade, rushed to the forefront, and with the blessing of the sword array, the internal force of the seven people flowed and fused into one, making their strength skyrocket.

The scorching heat was surging in Lu Nianchou's body, and with the operation of the Yin Mountain Holy Fire Gong and the blessing of the sword array, the power in his body became more and more violent.

He even felt as if he was really about to burn, and only the blood of the enemy could make the burning sensation in his body retreat.

He can only swing a knife.

Keep swinging the knife.

Desperately swing the knife!

The horse chopping knife was in his hand, and only Guan He Mengxuan in the Quanzhen Sword Technique was run.

Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop!

Kill all enemies in two.

Everywhere they passed, whether it was the Mongolian warriors, the masters of the Western Regions, or those people in the rivers and lakes, they were all cut into a puff of blood, and the corpses flew with broken arms and wailed all over the field.

No one can get close to him, and occasionally a brave man can slash at him with a knife, and he can only tear his skin, but he can't make too serious injuries at all.

In the life-and-death struggle, foreign hard skills such as the golden body gong and the golden bell jar have played a vital role.

"Bang dang!"

A vajra shook back Lu Nian's slashing knife and stopped his charge.

Lu Nian looked at it sadly, but it was a tall and thin red-robed Tibetan monk, who was Darba, the second disciple of the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

This person looked thin, but under his dark skin, his muscles were coiled, and he was slightly exerted, like a poisonous python, bulging out, and bursting out with incredible power.

However, his palms were as white as jade, as if carved from jade, and he was holding a vajra with a thick arm, exuding an incomparably domineering momentum.

Lu Nianchou stopped, and the six people behind him also stopped, and there were only five enemies left on the entire battlefield.

Huodu, Darba, and three Tibetan monks.

Huo Du's eyes lit up fiercely, and he said with a sneer: "Such a fierce sword technique, such a delicate sword formation, it is only natural that these fools should die in the hands of you." ”

"I want to thank you for killing this waste for me, and when I cut off your heads, no one will know what happened to this battle."

"Next, I will let you know how vulnerable you are in the face of absolute strength."

"It's time to end this farce!"

Huo Du and Darba were in front, and three Tibetan monks in red robes were behind, although the number was smaller, but the momentum was even more terrifying.

Even if Lu Nianchou and the others laid out the Beidou Tiangang Sword Array, in their eyes, it was still like fish meat on the board, which could be slaughtered.

"I'm going to let you see the subtleties of my Tibetan martial arts today, and if you die under our stunts, you should die without regrets."

Huo Duyun said lightly, not taking the seven people opposite in his eyes at all, only treating them as dead people.

Behind him, the three Tibetan monks stepped out one after another, and the terrifying physical power made deep footprints on the ground, and their robes were bulging, and the hunting sound.

(End of chapter)