Yan Hude pushed open the gate of the courtyard and walked towards the pavilion, where Zhong Xihou was sitting. On the stone table is a pot of tea that has just been brewed, the tea soup is red, and the aroma is mellow with a little sweetness.

Zhong Xihou straightened a cup, poured a full cup for Yan Hude, seemed to sigh with emotion and joked, and said: "Tianqin, this girl, knows that we plan to go back to the city that never sleeps, and we don't plan to take her with us, so I sulk." ”

"Didn't this girl still bring tea to Master Hou? ”

"Yes, no matter how angry she is, after all, she was also born in the city that never sleeps and grew up in the city that never sleeps. Xiaoliang, what do you say?"

Zhong Xihou pinched the small cup, looked at Yan Hude with a smile in his eyes, and without waiting for Yan Hude to speak, he continued: "Yan Yunqi's matter is owed to you. Zhu Yinuo's matter, like this, can it be two phases clean?"

Yan Hude was silent, silent for a long time, reached out and held the small cup, and stared at the tea soup for a long time. Yan Hude sighed with emotion and began to get down to business: "Master Hou, Zhu Jiannan has made a move. ”

"Oh, are you going to send the three giants to destroy my Zhongxi Hou?

Yan Hude shook his head, and Zhong Xihou became interested and motioned for Yan Hude to continue.

"Jade-faced white dragon, Liang Boye. ”

When Zhong Xihou heard this, he burst out laughing. After laughing for a long time, he slowly calmed down his breath, and stared at the red tea soup in the cup for a while.

"Liang Boye? It's a pity, you said that if your mother's Liang is Liang Boye's Liang, then the story is more interesting. ”

"It's a bit clichéd. ”

Zhongxi Hou Wan didn't expect that Yan Hude would also gag and echo: "Also, although he is as famous as my junior brother, I really don't like him." ”

Zhong Xihou stood up, wanted to touch his left waist again, and finally gave up, only putting his hands on his waist, he suddenly asked, "Has that person been found?"

Yan Hude naturally understood who the person Zhong Xihou was talking about, and when he saw that Zhong Xihou's hands behind his back were also clenched into fists and released, loosened and clenched, and so on.

Yan Hude shook his head and explained, "Yan Yunqi didn't dare to take responsibility for those wastes, and described them as extremely powerful. If the fist shock Chunqiu is really a tall giant, the position of the fist is the same as the force, which indeed shows that the person who was killed by the fist at the gate of the city was killed by him. ”

Zhong Xihou nodded slightly, and suddenly felt a little regretful, regretting that there was no one to stop the sword in the world, and no one to meet friends with fists.

"In addition, Master Hou, he's out of customs. ”

Zhong Xihou frowned slightly, and naturally understood who he was referring to.

Zhong Xihou asked: "The little junior brother is so injured, is he out of the customs?"

Yan Hude nodded and added, "Not only is it out of the customs, it seems that the injury has no traces. ”

Zhong Xihou frowned, but he was not overly surprised.

"The ghost aura that the Wind Spirit King noticed seems to be really the little junior brother's. ”

"Hell?"

Yan Hude was a little puzzled, he knew that Ying Ruge was a bit demonic, and he was also known as the Ghost Venerable and the Immortal Ghost Man, but what was the word for ghosts?

"Xiao Liang, the little junior brother is out of the customs, I am afraid that the first thing he will do is to come to the same lonely person. ”

As the words fell, Zhong Xihou suddenly felt a terrible pain in his temples, and he didn't know how to deal with the little junior brother who seemed to him to be causing trouble all the time.

Zhong Xihou couldn't help but curse in his heart, Yan Xiao, Yan Xiao, you have accepted thirteen disciples, why do you just dot on lingering like a song?

Bro?

"Honghong!"

Zhong Xihou suddenly shouted out Hua Shaohong, this splash of leather was lying on the roof tiles and fell asleep, when he heard someone shouting to himself, his body turned like a spirit monkey and jumped down. It is like a civet cat on the ground, and there is no dust.

"About ten miles. ”

Yan Hude heard it strangely, what did Hua Shaohong refer to?

"Master Hou, I saw it wrong, it's seven miles of land. ”

Yan Hude frowned, look, wrong?

The corners of Zhong Xihou's mouth hooked slightly, and said: "Since you have reservations about the wolf king's ability, can't you allow Honghong's ability to have reservations?" Honghong was born in the Hua family, even if the bloodline has survived to this day and has been diverted like a stream, but the people of his Hua family are still people of the Hua family after all. ”

Yan Hude didn't understand, his brows were still tightened, and Zhong Xihou didn't explain anymore.

"Three miles. ”

Zhong Xihou also frowned slightly, but the words flicked his fingers two or three times, and he actually crossed four miles of heaven, so isn't this two thousand miles from south to north······

Zhong Xihou sighed helplessly, and his envy and emotion were revealed.

"It doesn't look like it's coming. ”

Zhong Xihou and Yan Hude looked at Hua Shaohong in unison, Hua Shaohong was hairy, and explained: "Someone cut off the beard." ”

Zhongxi Hou's eyes showed a fierce light,

Without saying a word, Hua Shaohong understood the meaning and explained: "Three old men in white clothes, stepping on flying swords, are amazing. ”

"I even know how to use swordsmanship!"

Yan Hude was surprised, the sword technique, that was not an ordinary immortal cultivator. can look at Zhongxi Hou with a flush and less red, as if he doesn't care about the swordsmanship. This shouldn't be, after all, Hua Shaohong is interested in all kinds of novelties, and Zhongxi Hou is also a sword idiot, how can he not show something about such an unfathomable swordsmanship.

Zhong Xihou relaxed his muscles and walked back into the house, and without much effort, he walked out with an ice blue sword in his left hand.

The ice blue sword in his hand, which is exactly the same as the style of the Crimson Dancing Sword, is naturally the Listening to the Rain Sword presented by the Lord of the Listening Rain Sword.

I saw that Zhong Xihou's right foot moved slightly, and his left foot jumped like a spring again, and the person jumped several feet, and his moves were extremely skillful, but the sword he drew and swung was familiar and unfamiliar.

The bland sword has exhausted all his strength.

A half-moon-shaped ice blue sword qi flew towards the direction of Hua Shaohong's gaze with the swing of the Listening Rain Sword, and when it was far away, I saw that the ice blue crescent was divided into three, breaking through the wind.

Zhong Xihou's body fell, as if he had lost his strength a little, and his body was like a scattered dead leaf.

When the wolf king and the bow saw that the city lord was in danger, they destroyed the moves. Without waiting for the two of them to move more than halfway, Zhong Xihou adjusted his body in mid-air and landed steadily. I saw that when he landed, he held the sword in his right hand, and the blade was deeply inserted into the stone slab in the courtyard, and his left knee was already on the ground.

Did you hear it wrong?

Hua Shaohong frowned slightly, not only did he hear Zhong Xihou's gasping sound, but he also saw that the back of his robe was already soaked.

Besides, in the far sky, the haunting song drives the spirit and ignites the fire phoenix bird carrying the Kui wood wolf, and it is indeed planning to go to Zhongxihou to dignitaries. But as the flush Shaohong said, someone came to cut off the beard halfway.

"His Holiness ······"

Kui Wood Wolf was interrupted before he could speak, and he jumped up from the back of the fire phoenix and flew into the air. In the next moment, the corner of Kui Mu Wolf's forehead was cold sweat, and the three white-robed swordsmen with immortal wind bones no longer had the chic they had before.

A black-red light emanated from Yingruge's body, and he saw that the red robe on his body turned to ash in an instant. The original black hair also began to fade black, but this time it did not become as red as a flame, this time, it was as white as winter snow.

Ying Ruge's originally wheat-colored skin also became pale and bloodless, and demon spots began to appear on his face and body, like when Hanshan Temple forced Yi Shui Han and the other swordsmen back.

Haunting Ruge hovered in mid-air, swaying up and down slightly, and he closed his eyes. At that moment, even the Kui Wood Wolf, an ordinary martial artist, noticed the changes in the atmosphere around him, as if there was a special qi being greedily sucked by Ruge.

Kui Mu Wolf looked up at the three white-robed swordsmen who were blocking the way, they had lost their previous calmness, as if they were having some difficulty breathing.

But why do you just notice something unusual, but you don't feel uncomfortable at all?

"You, you forcibly take the heaven and earth aura of ten miles like this, such an act against the heavens will eventually be punished by heaven!"

The slightly younger white-robed swordsman said this, and the flying sword under his feet had already begun to tremble, shaking like a child's playful swing board.

"Senior brother, no!"

The white-robed swordsman who viciously exited flew out of his sleeve with a silver sword, urging the flying sword under his feet to attack Yingruge. The other white-robed swordsman beside him urged Gong Yuan, like the wind blowing on the surface of a lake, sending ripples, causing the white-robed swordsman who had lost his mind to slide backwards four or five feet.

The eyes of the haunting song suddenly opened, and in an instant, like a demon god descending into the world, the sky began to entrench in dark clouds, and the sky and the earth began to darken.

The Kui Wood Wolf has already been in the sky, and the haunting song in front of him is really still the young and frivolous boy who challenges himself with a broken sword?

Thinking of that scene, Kui Timber Wolf shook his head slightly and sighed after all. He is naturally no longer that young man, he is like a song, he is already one of the three fierce in the world, and he is also the ghost master of the Dusk Cold Tower.

Even Mu Zhitu is afraid that he is no longer the opponent of this Ghost Venerable.

Under the wolf's tooth mask, his brows furrowed instantly, and the peachwood Xuanwu sword hanging upside down behind his back actually began to tremble. Why does this peachwood sword move like this?

Ying Ruge's left hand stretched out to the sky, and the palm that was originally open was clenched in an instant, and at that moment, a pair of black feather wings spread out behind his back, and his wings fluttered, which should not be the ability of a human being.

"God blocks and destroys gods, and demons block and destroys demons!"

The arrogant tone is the sentence that many stunned young people who have stepped into the martial arts are eager to say. However, this immortal ghost man who is often mentioned among the younger generation is arrogant in the face of the three immortal cultivators.

"Pangu Open Heaven Array!"

One of the white-robed swordsmen had just spoken, and they saw the three of them move in unison, except for the flying sword under their feet, and each of them drew a flying sword

A total of thirteen, in an instant, surrounded the lingering Song Tongkui Timberwolf.

Ying Ruge's left palm swung back slightly, and the burning phoenix bird let out a long roar, flapped its wings, and carried the Kui wood wolf up a lot. Those flying swords originally planned to chase them, but they saw that the pitch-black flames weaved into a large net, wrapping him in the song and flying swords, naturally, including the three white-robed swordsmen who blocked the way.

"Why?"

The ghostly haunting song did not kill first without saying a word, and he opened his mouth to ask, although his tone was still arrogant, but he could not hear the tone of contempt for the enemy.

Such people are even more terrifying.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Poor Dao, etc. are ······"

Without waiting for the white-robed swordsman in the middle of that age to finish speaking, Ying Ruge was merciless, and his right fist was struck, only to see a pitch-black dragon invisible and roaring towards the three of them.

How could the Kui Wood Wolf, who was fascinated by the sky above, not recognize it, "Xingchen Duel-Kang Golden Dragon", but like this, it is a little strange.

Xingchen is a move developed by Hinging Ruge according to the Dao method of fusing Qi and immortal power, which is not lacking in the credit of his Kui Wood Wolf. But why, the breath contained in this Xingchen Decisive is not the Taoist breath.

The white-robed swordsman who was the first to make a move was angry when he saw that the kid was so rude. Naturally, Gong Ti scored eight points, held a flying sword, and slashed out a crescent moon to collide with the pitch-black dragon.

The crescent moon dissipated, the dragon was not gone, and the white-robed swordsman wielding the sword blushed even more, eager to haunt the song now.

"Donor, Poor Dao and the others didn't come here to fight and kill, but they kindly admonished. ”

"Get out!"

The old white-robed swordsman was angry, but he still had the demeanor of an elder, and he was not angry.

"Pangu opens the sky, subduing the demon array!"

When the words came out, I saw thirteen flying swords blooming with dazzling golden light, and the sky was full of Buddhist words, as if a group of monks were singing.

Seeing this scene, the Kuimu wolf in the sky couldn't help but be annoyed. Although the path of cultivation is the same, it is really despicable that the Taoist steals the tune of Buddhism to subdue demons.

Similarly, Kui Timber Wolf is even more of a joke about these three people who seem to be fairy wind bones, subduing demons or exorcizing ghosts?

Thirteen flying swords that shone with golden light gradually combined and turned into a swastika.

The ghostly Haunting Ruge looked at the flying sword swastika on the foot of his feet, and for the first time showed a look of disdain.

"Is Haiyun auspicious for the sake of the swastika? That deity leads the ghost fire outside the sky today, breaking your non-monk!"

When the words fell, he didn't move, but he saw a dark cloud in the sky break through a ray of light, shining directly on the three Edgeworth Immortals. In the next moment, I saw nine clusters of flying fire of different colors flying out of the hollow, falling straight down like falling from the sky.

At that moment, a corner of the boundless sky was dyed red with ink.

"Sixth brother!"

The tail of the oldest swordsman is not finished, and the tacit understanding of Yijiazi has already understood the swordsman in the middle of the age. I saw that the two fingers of his right hand were swords, and a sword stabbed at the nine flying fires. At first glance, the atmosphere was formed, shaped like a sword blade, and a single sword broke through nine clusters of flying fire.

The youngest white-robed swordsman was proud, and was about to speak, but he saw a black shadow in front of him, and in the next moment, he felt that his cheeks hurt, and the person had been knocked four or five feet away.

When he urged the flying sword in the air, he stabilized himself again and looked forward.

The Ghost Venerable of the Twilight Cold Tower, his right hand was pitch black, as if he had put on a black gold fist. He touched the left side of his face that had been hit by a punch again, and his eyes widened, and his spiritual power slowly emanated from the small wound.

The eldest white-robed swordsman also frowned, and he clearly saw that the spiritual power emanated from the left cheek of his eleventh junior disciple like silk, and slowly floated towards the body of the unhuman, ghostly, and demon-like Haunting Ruge.

And that haunting like a song, the black feather's wings fluttered and fanned, and his body shot into the sky like a sharp arrow. It rose nearly ten zhang to the next level, and then retracted its wings and dived, and its clenched fist swung downward, and the fist was unstoppable.

With just this punch, the so-called "Pangu Demon Suppression Array" was broken.

The youngest white-robed swordsman couldn't help but be annoyed when he saw the sword array broken, and burst into a foul mouth, "What a broken sword, a dog-mother-raised dust-forged swordsman." ”

The eldest white-robed swordsman waved his hand, signaled his junior brother to shut up, and listened to him: "How can a mortal forged, a spiritless thing, play the immortal magic array. ”

"Then before going to seize that immortal fate, thirteen swords seem to be a top priority. ”

"Now that the third brother has gone, it is naturally stable. ”

Lingering like a song can't help frowning, thirteen swords with spirits?

The condition of this number was too familiar, and I saw him take a deep breath and slowly exhale it, and in the process, the dispelled black dragon reappeared.

He revealed the threat in his words, and asked, "Pigs and dogs, who dares to do this?"

(End of chapter)