August 15, the Mid-Autumn Festival, today is the day for the people to reunite with their families and enjoy the bright moon, but at this time, in the main hall of Huayun, there should be only Han Xie who still cares about the moon tonight.

The roof behind the main hall of the Shattered Cloud Mountain Range Huayun Sect

"Cloud Sanfeng, Wuyue tilt!"

The cloud broken branches were like ice cubes swept by the wind, attacking Han Xie with lightning speed again and again. This Han Xie's body is also treacherous, and in a few rounds, with his wolf-like martial arts, he only received some flesh wounds that were scraped by the sword qi.

"Hehe, old thing, at your age of knowing the destiny of heaven, you can still play this fast snow sword technique without any flaws, not bad, yes, presumably your blood should be delicious."

"I have long heard that there are seven ghosts in the Sun Occultation Pavilion, and everyone in the rivers and lakes is frightened, among which the upper three ghosts are second only to the existence of the stars in the sky.

The two of them fought each other, and they were even more unrelenting, don't look at the head of the Huayun generation of Yun Zhizhi, when he was young, he talked trash talk, but he never took his identity into account.

Han Xie is usually full of arrogance, but at this time, he turned a deaf ear to Yun Zhizhi's ridicule, and it was strange to say that this Han Xie's move gradually made people feel casual, although there was still killing intent in the move, but he did not have the consciousness of gambling his life.

When Yun Zhizhi retreated, he moved forward, and when Yun Zhizhi wanted to attack the key point, Han Xie pulled away, and he pulled back and forth for hundreds of rounds in a row.

The same is true of the rest of the Sun Covering Pavilion killers and the group of blue wolves raised by Han Xie's men, from the rapid offensive at the beginning, gradually began to perfunctory, from using short daggers and iron chains to strangle them, to using crossbow arrows to force them back.

Seeing that the pressure from the enemy had weakened, Yun Zhemei hurriedly jumped on the roof and returned to her brother to fight against Han Xie. Without waiting for the Yun brothers and sisters to attack, Han Xie kicked the rubble, jumped to the eaves while the two of them were dodging, and howled at the wolf.

At this time, as if receiving a signal, everyone in the Sun Covering Pavilion took out a spherical object from their pockets, pinched it hard, and began to release a large amount of black mist, and for a while, the entire Huayun main hall and even the side hall to the rope bridge were shrouded in thick black fog.

"Hiss~ The weak and helpless prey in the dark can only wait to be preyed upon by wolves!"

Han Xie has a sensitive sense of smell like a wolf, and even in this darkness, he can clearly find the location of his prey. Yun Zhizhi and Zhimei immediately jumped off the roof and moved at high speed.

"All Huayun disciples, escape from the area where the black fog is located and retreat behind the rope bridge!"

Yun Zhezhi gave an order while running, but the Sun Killer and Han Xie had already blocked everyone with their sense of smell, and all the Huayun disciples who wanted to go to the rope bridge were all over.

It is not a way to go on like this, Yun Zhizhi thought about it, even if it was a black mist, no matter how thick it was, if there was a strong enough wind to blow it away, he no longer ran away, and shouted loudly:

"The deacons of Huayun listen to the order, and everyone will perform the romance together!"

This merry cloud is the eighth style of Kuaixue swordsmanship, and it is also the most difficult one, this move is given to the sword body with internal force, using the flow of sword qi to pull the surrounding air to form a cyclone, and swinging out a hurricane with a shout, there are countless wind blades hidden in the wind, and the body of the person who is blown away will also be cut by the wind blade, the size and power of the hurricane are determined by the internal force of the swordsman himself.

Few ordinary disciples can master it, and only those who are in the position of deacon can master this style, or those who have completely mastered the eight styles of the Kuaixue Sword can become deacons.

"Fast Snow Eight Style: Merry Clouds!"

Everyone shouted in unison, and hurricanes of great or small winds blew out from all over the main hall, and the largest of them were naturally waved by the Yun brothers and sisters.

In an instant, the black fog in the main hall dissipated, and everyone regained their vision. At this time, it was late, the twilight was thick, and a full moon was shining in the sky.

"Hehe, thank you for letting the bright moonlight shine on my body, hiss~It's so comfortable~"

Han Xie stood on all fours on the roof, looking up at the full moon. Then there was a wolf howl, sharp claws grew from his fingers, wolf hair like steel needles grew from his skin, sharp fangs drooled, and his wolf eyes stared at the prey he was about to hunt.

The suburbs of Lingdu are in the Riming Villa

"Father-in-law, although the four of these Huayun Seven Swords have been removed, the strength of the remaining three people is also formidable in this river and lake, and only Han Xie was sent to crusade alone, is it too big."

A soft, grim voice asked. I only heard the old and deep voice from a man in a brocade robe, silver hair and white beard on the dark bed in front of me:

"In normal times, these three people are really tricky, but today is different, every year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, Yun Qingya will go to Yaochi with gifts to show friendship, and at the same time, it is also the person who visits his heart in Yaochi."

"But the two brothers and sisters of the Yun clan have already comprehended the fast snow sword to an extremely high level, and in my opinion, Han Xie is also difficult to deal with." The feminine voice continued.

"Hehe, Wu'er Lianxiang, you go out and look up, today's moonlight must be very beautiful, cough cough." The silver-haired man casually pointed out of the room.

Han Xie was born in the Northern Capture Country, and was taken away by wolves when he was born, but instead of eating him, the she-wolves actually raised him.

On the day the Lord of the Sun Pavilion retrieved him, he was scratched by other beasts and bled profusely, so the Lord of the Pavilion transfused the blood of the she-wolf into his body.

What people didn't expect was that his body was not only perfectly fused with wolf blood, but every time the moon was full, his body functions and internal strength would be greatly improved, and his body showed the characteristics of a blue wolf, so he was able to sit in the position of three ghosts on the Sun Occultation Pavilion, titled: Wolf Swallowing Ghost.

Han Xie on the night of the full moon today, if you want to be one-on-one with him, you can't subdue him if you are not a peerless master.

In front of the main hall of the Shattered Cloud Mountain Range, Huayun Sect

Hearing only a sound of thunder, Han Xie galloped towards the Yun brothers and sisters like a black lightning, and the two of them also swung their blades like fast snow to meet the enemy.

"It's too slow!"

Between the lightning and flint, Han Xie flashed the blades of the two of them, and the treacherous footwork was so treacherous that even if the brother and sister reacted to Han Xie's next move, they couldn't do anything.

The sharp claws of his fingertips sharpened iron like clay, and with a flick of his elbow, one arm was torn apart, and flew straight towards the deacons of Huayun who did not dare to step forward on the side, and flesh and blood flew sideways.

"Vice... Deputy Boss! ”

This Zhimei hand, who has broken the arms and throats of countless thieves in the rivers and lakes, does not want to one day, but he has separated from Yun Zhimei.

Yun Zhizhi sat on the side blankly, although when he was young, he was also a person who fought out of the bloody storm, but the comfortable life in the sect for more than ten years made him not get used to this bloody scene for a while.

What's more, the person with the broken arm is thicker than water with his own blood, except for the children Yun Musheng and Yun Lingzhi who grew up watching from childhood, there is no one closer to Yun Zhimei in this world.

After a terrible scream, Yun Zhimei fell to the ground weakly, and this sound woke up Yun Zhizhi, who was still in a daze.

Seeing that Yun Zhemei was still breathing, Han Xie turned around and waved his wolf claws, and two or three wheels the size of a plaque spun towards his head.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and there was a loud spark, and the wheel was cut into countless pieces in an instant, but it was scattered in the wind and snow with a gust of wind, and the cloud broken branches stood proudly in the snow like this broken cloud mountain peak at this moment.

The Thousand Bird Sword in his hand was white all over, just like the snow in the sky, and the sword qi around his body was like a howling wind.

"Hey~ You old guy still has something hidden, yes, yes, you're qualified to see my full blow."

Han Xie grinned with fangs, his eyes full of excitement. As he spoke, the internal force in Han Xie's palm began to condense, and bursts of black qi continued to entangle his fingertips.

"Wolf Swallower: Ten Fingered Wolf Spear!" I saw Han Xie's hands and wrists clasped together, and ten sharp claws wrapped around the black qi, and with Han Xie's high-speed sprint, he pointed straight at the cloud breaking branch.

Yun Zhizhi's eyes were closed, and the cold wind around him became more and more intense, as if there were thousands of wind blades that could cut through everything that came close.

Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows Huayun's unique swordsmanship Kuaixue Sword, every move and style, each with its own characteristics, but it is always the same as the word "fast", and the eighth style, Merry Cloud, has brought "fast" to the extreme.

The sword gives birth to sword qi, the sword qi is fast and gives birth to wind blades, and the wind blades produce hurricanes. And there are even more proficient people, who combine the essence of the eight styles into one form of the ninth type, which is no longer limited to hurricanes, but controls the wind blade at will in a certain field, cutting the target at a very fast speed.

It just so happens that this cloud broken branch is one of the proficient ones. Seeing that Han Xie's wolf spear was about to approach, Yun Zhizhi suddenly opened his eyes, and the Thousand Bird Sword in his hand swung at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye, "The wind blows the snow fast, and when the clouds disperse, it will be clear when the snow is fast!" ”

All I heard was the piercing sound of wind blades and wolf claws clashing.

"Brother..." Yun Zhemei shouted softly with difficulty, and at this time, except for Yun Zhemei, who was dying, no one present could see what was happening clearly, only the sound of the severed claws falling to the ground.

"Master?!"

Huayun's disciples and deacons, including the killer of the Occult Sun Pavilion, everyone was concerned about the result of the battle between the two.

"Hey~ Hehe, that's good, it's a pity that you can cut off my nine-fingered wolf gun at such a speed. . . ."

The dust cleared, and Han Xie's nine sharp claws were all broken, only the last finger pierced straight into the heart of the cloud broken branch.