"If you want to kill us, you are also worthy?"

"Eat me with a knife, Guan He's dream is broken!"

Lu Nianchou had great strength at this time, even he didn't know it, coupled with the blessing of the formation, the huge horse chopping knife in his hand roared out.

His voice was still echoing in the air, and the long knife in his hand was already accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking the air, and it instantly killed in front of Huo Du.

Huo Du, who bore the brunt of the attack, faced this knife, issued a crazy warning in his heart, and an indescribable terrifying pressure came to his face.

He roared, and every muscle, every muscle, vibrated in a very subtle way.

Tibetan martial arts practice is based on the three chakras and seven chakras, aiming to develop the potential of the human body, and different martial arts lineages will be practiced to achieve different effects.

Huo Du's practice of the wind and thunder can temper his physique, so that his every move is as fast as the wind, as strong as thunder, and he cultivates to the extreme, punching out, the wind is whistling, and the thunder is rolling, which is by no means inferior to the martial arts mastery of the Central Plains.

With his movements, there was a thunderous sound in his body, and the left sleeve swelled, like a windbag, and let out a terrible scream.

He let out a roar, his loose robe rattling, and the iron-boned fan in his hand was worthy of raising a parry chopping knife.

Sonor!

Huo Du's iron bone fan made a loud sound like a clash of gold and iron, his blood and qi churned, his body retreated more than a dozen steps one after another, and he broke a big tree with a roar, pulling out a long ravine on the ground before stopping.

"Your martial arts don't look like the Central Plains martial arts at all, but like the inheritance of the Western Regions?!"

At this time, Lu Nianchou also felt as if his muscles and bones had been bombarded by thunder, and he was a little numb, and his movements were slow, almost making the sword formation unable to maintain.

"Come again!"

However, he only paused slightly, then raised the long knife in his hand again and rushed towards Huo Du.

He was so red that even his eyes were bloodshot, his face was distorted, and he endured the sharp pain of blood burning his internal organs, swinging a knife!

As the Yinshan Sacred Fire Gong runs for a longer period of time, the more potential of the human body will be stimulated, and the more powerful the power will be.

In the end, the whole person will completely burn their potential into ashes like a raging flame, leaving only a shriveled charred corpse.

This is also the evil and terrifying aspect of this martial art.

The complete Yinshan Holy Fire Gong has the potential to be released and collected, although there will be some loss, but the damage to the human body will be greatly reduced.

But with a crippled move, it is naturally impossible to have this effect.

Lu Nianchou could clearly feel that the longer the light method operated, the greater the damage to his own potential.

"Lao Tzu hacked you alive!"

This situation completely activated the ferocity in his bones, and he slashed with a knife.

"Let's do it together and kill them!" Huo Du's eyes sharpened and he shouted loudly.

Rumble!

At this time, the three red-robed Tibetan monks took a step forward and slapped their palms at the same time.

Their palms were as bright as fire, and the air crackled, even condensing into blades, exuding a palpitating edge.

It is Tubo's peerless flame knife!

As soon as these three Tibetan monks made a move, they showed that they had made a great name in the martial arts of the Central Plains, and completely blocked Lu Nianchou's way.

The three of them cooperate very tacitly, and where the palm is strong and fierce, it is better than the steel knife, and it is necessary to completely tear the enemy apart.

At the same time, Darba also made a move, and his originally thin arm actually skyrocketed at this moment, like an iron arm, and his muscles and bones were shockingly thick.

The vajra in his hand pulled up a terrible strong wind, swept through and smashed towards the other six people in the sword formation like a pillar of heaven.

At this time, Huo Du also made a move, and the iron bone fan in his right hand snapped open, and several cold rays shot out from the howling wind, piercing Lu Nianchou's throat and skull.

In addition, the three red-robed Tibetan monks echoed each other with their shots, locking any of his dodge angles, and putting them in danger in an instant.

Lu Nianchou's arm was raised, and under the boiling heat of the flame knives of the three red-robed Tibetan monks, the long knives suddenly burst out with a cold and piercing knife light.

Almost at the same time as the three red-robed Tibetan monks launched towards Lu Nianchou, the vajra in Darba's hand roared into the air, bursting out with an irresistible force, sweeping away the rest of the Quanzhen disciples and blocking their rescue.

Boom!

At this moment, I saw Lu Nianchou slashing the saber and tearing through the sky, with a chill that penetrated people's hearts, running like thunder, and in the sharp sound of breaking the air, directly enveloping the three Tibetan monks who attacked at the same time.

The sword light arced away, seemingly slashing towards the enemy, but in fact, it slashed through the air, accurately hitting several poisonous nails shot by Huo Du, and even recoiled them back with ingenious strength, shooting at the three red-robed Tibetan monks at a faster speed.

"Not good!"

The three red-robed Tibetan monks shouted, the flame knife they practiced was already fierce and powerful, and they had extremely exquisite palm techniques, and at this time, they actually slashed out with volley sword strength, like sharp arrows, and the power was amazing.

In Qingyue's fierce knife roar, the incomparably fierce flame knife power instantly hit the poisoned nail.

When!

Sparks flew around, knocking the spikes away.

The faces of the three red-robed Tibetan monks suddenly changed greatly, and Lu Nianchou's long knife fell almost at the same time, and the cold edge on the blade made people feel a chill in their bones.

"Broken!"

At the moment when the blade reached the body, the three red-robed Tibetan monks let out a loud roar at the same time, slashing with the strength of the flame sword.

The enemy's sword skills are as fast as lightning bolts, so that people have no time to dodge, and can only carry hard.

Flutter!

An arm was raised high, carrying half a shoulder, slashing like rotten wood under the blade, and was thrown far away in the midst of screams.

"Damn it!"

Huo Du's eyes were split, but he didn't expect that the poisonous nail he shot was actually used by the enemy and seriously injured a red-robed Tibetan monk with a knife.

You must know that these three are not your own subordinates, but the disciples of the Esoteric Vajra Sect, if you really talk about seniority, they are even your own uncles.

They are no better than those masters in the army, or those people in the rivers and lakes, if something really happens, they will not be able to eat and walk around.

"Break it for me!"

Darba let out a wild scream, and the muscles of his arm swelled again, and the vajra slammed into the long swords of Li Zhichang and Cui Zhifang.

He had already seen that among the remaining six Quanzhen disciples, these two were the strongest in martial arts.

Bang dang!

The moment the vajra and the long sword collided, Li Zhichang and Cui Zhifang's faces turned pale suddenly, their internal organs churned violently, and even their arms had a bone cracking sound.

In a few breaths, there were wounds on both sides, and the battle was extremely fierce.

"Kill him!"

Seeing that their companions were injured, the two red-robed Tibetan monks roared violently, their faces were bruised, and with infinite anger, they once again used their flame knives to pounce on Lu Nianchou.

And Huo Du also roared, and the iron fan in his hand was fierce, hitting Lu Nianchou's throat.

Li Zhichang and Cui Zhifang sprayed blood in large gulps, but they didn't care about it at all, and directly changed their left hand to hold the sword, an extremely hideous look flashed on their faces, and they continued to barely maintain the operation of the sword formation, slashing with their swords.

The two sides fought together, and the whole scene suddenly became chaotic.

"Senior brother, deal with those wastes first!"

Huo ran out of patience and burst into a shout, urging Darba to kill the rest of the Quanzhen disciples as soon as possible and break the sword formation first.

"Huh! Huo Du, today finally let me find a chance, let me die! At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded from the nearby woods.

I saw a figure wrapped in a black robe, rushing up from the trees, as agile and swift as a ghost, pulling up afterimages in the air.

(End of chapter)