Although Zhong Xihou didn't know what the whereabouts of the Mo family's sword-bearer were unknown, he could faintly perceive this little junior brother when he saw the lingering song, and his aura today was quite different from the past.

Zhong Xihou unconsciously clenched the famous sword in his hand, and the hand holding the sword was so clearly perceived that the sword was trembling slightly.

A sword roar came from the west, and Zhong Xihou and the other swordsmen frowned, but Ying Ruge was still angry, like a god. Although he did not look at the west together, his brows were furrowed for a moment, puzzled.

You Lingxi looked at Ying Ruge, and the face of this handsome girl was full of worry. Ying Ruge seemed to understand and asked, "Coming?"

You Lingxi nodded, Yingruge's brows tightened again, and he whispered: "Unexpectedly, you only delayed their entry into the WTO in the end." ”

Having said that, Yingruge's brows were still not stretched, why? Why did everyone seem to hear something, but they didn't hear anything?

"What WTO?" Zhong Xihou looked up at the little junior disciple with his wings flapping, he could only be sure that there was a sword in that direction that had been sealed for hundreds of years or even longer. But junior brother, who are you referring to when you enter the WTO?

Ying Ruge looked down at Zhong Xihou, but he didn't focus on him, what he saw was the sword in the hand of the city lord of the West Land, the Dancing Sword.

I heard him say softly: "The Sword Sect of the World!"

Zhong Xihou's eyes widened in an instant, and his originally dark eyes appeared even brighter, but in contrast, his eyes were faintly empty.

Zhong Nanyan never told him a name, but why did they enter the WTO?

Looking at the dancing sword in his hand again, he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

"And retreat first, Rong Gu will save Honghong first. ”

When Yingruge heard that she was saving Honghong, her brows were still the same, and she asked, "He, where is he?"

"I don't know. ”

"Where to save him?"

"Trabeculae. ”

"Where's the beam?"

"I don't know. ”

"You come with me. ”

You Lingxi and the Yi Shui Han swordsmen were confused, they all clearly felt the killing intent that lingered like a song, the bull's-eye of this killing intent was very clear, it was Zhongxi Hou. Why now, this lingering song only has coldness and fear, but no killing intent?

You Lingxi walked out quickly, and was about to stop it, but it was nine fireballs attacking. Dodging with a refined pace, and looking again, I saw that the ghost eyes were angry, and the white sword in You Lingxi's hand fell to the ground, and his body was paralyzed.

However, just at that glance, You Lingxi, one of the three giants of Yi Shuihan, remembered the fear that had dominated him all along.

Zhong Xihou ran quickly, and Yingru Song frowned again, quite disgusted. Seeing him flapping his red feather wings twice, one diving, Zhong Xihou was defenseless, and was picked up by Yingruge with his hands around his waist and carried him into the air. The black face turned pale, and there was no overlord at all.

Zhongxi Hou couldn't help but be frightened, and pretended to be calm and asked: "Little junior brother, you rode a phoenix in the past, how did you grow a pair of birdman wings today?"

"Because of me. ”

Zhong Xihou felt strange, mistakenly thinking that he had heard it wrong, why was it a child's whisper?

"Because I can fly. ”

Zhong Xihou looked up, and his already pale face was no longer bloodless. He saw a slightly transparent little head poking out on Ying Ruge's back, fat head and fat brain, although it was a little cute, but it was obviously not an ordinary child.

Zhong Xihou didn't dare to say much, the expression of his transparent little head changed slightly, as if he mistakenly thought that he was in trouble, climbed to the shoulder position of Ying Ruge, and asked, "Brother Ying, did I do something wrong." ”

"You're right, you should kiss Uncle Zhong. ”

This ghost baby is naturally the eldest man who gave birth to a thousand-year-old Tao, and similarly, although he has a thousand-year-old Tao, his mind is still a four- or five-year-old doll, and he is really ready to crawl over to kiss Zhong Xihou along the arm of the lingering song.

This can scare the city lord of the West to the point of no proportion, he once led 3,000 black armor to snipe 20,000 cavalry of the Northern Qi Dynasty, and forced the Northern Qi Iron Cavalry to lose more than half of the courage to flee back to Gaogang Hubei in embarrassment, which is difficult to find at this moment.

Yingruge didn't say anything, but Da Lang seemed to have received an order, and sat back on Yingruge's back obediently, just like Yingruge usually sat on the back of a phoenix.

"Yesterday, I had an understanding, and I fused Qu'er's aura with Da Lang. ”

Zhong Xihou didn't quite understand, although he was not an immortal cultivator, he had also heard that Na Ling entered the body or made a decision against the sky. So, the little junior brother, the fire phoenix he often sees is called a composer, and this ghost boy is called Dalang?

"It's what ordinary people say, into demons. ”

Zhong Xihou's eyes widened again, and he looked up to see Yingruge. This red hair, a pair of ghost eyes, and that patch of markings are indeed strange.

Devil, is this what it looks like?

Zhong Xihou asked: "Now you, maybe you have the ability to kill me, reason?"

"Yue'er. ”

"Who?"

"My wife. Ying Ruge unconsciously showed a shallow smile when he said these four words, extremely satisfied, and he added, "If she knew that I would not save Honghong from death, I would be miserable." ”

"That delicate little lady I've ever seen?"

"My wife, who has not come through the door. ”

"Oh, then you two get married, can I have a glass of wine?"

Haunting Ruge was slightly silent, in this heaven and earth, there was only the sound of his flapping wings, and the sound of the wind brought by the flying by.

Ying Ruge replied lightly: "Mo ······"

"Do you think there is a reason for my brother to arrest him?"

Ying Ruge did not answer, nor did she say any more.

It was about ten zhang away from the small pavilion in the west of the city, and as soon as his hands were loosened, he threw Zhongxi Hou from a height of five or six zhang like this.

How could Zhong Xihou expect such an unexpected situation, and he was helpless, he changed the sword to his left hand, and the two fingers of his right hand were combined, and with a fierce swing, more than a dozen sword qi were turned out, splashing countless dust and stones.

Looking at it again, Zhong Xihou's steps were exquisite, step by step, stepping on the gravel and slowly falling. Landing on the ground, kneeling on the right knee, supporting the ground with his right hand, holding the sword in his left hand and raising it slightly to the side, the posture is handsome and heroic.

And lingering like a song, flapping a pair of red feather wings and slowly falling, the long blood-red hair blowing in the wind, the bare upper body muscles, and the scars on that body are even more shocking.

The red light around him was slightly black, his hands were clasped around his chest, and his eyes were closed, like a demon god descending into the world. The toe is on the ground, and the wind is centered on the toes, spreading outward in circles and circles, blowing away the dust.

The wind stopped, the light faded, the feathers of the red feathers fell and gradually became transparent until they disappeared, the long blood-red hair returned to black, and the eyes without markings slowly opened, angry and disdainful.

The only thing that can prove that this person is the red-feathered two-winged demon from before is the bare upper body and the scars on the body.

Ying Ruge took off the black wood ghost fangs from his waist and slowly put it on.

"Honghong, it seems that you are important to a lot of people. A voice teased, and the wolf king slowly walked out of the dilapidated pavilion.

He had already taken off his cloth and animal skin, and replaced it with a light brown armor, and his long, slightly curly hair was tied up with a strip of brown cloth. Yan Hudeliang looked at Yingruge, and his eyelids couldn't help jumping.

"Dusk Tower, Venerable?"

"What about people?" Ying Ruge spit out the word lightly, with a tone and expression, saying that he was forced away by a bloody hand the day before yesterday, and no one dared to believe it if he said it.

"Hahaha, haha······" The other person also walked out of the remnant pavilion, still wearing a white-washed orange robe, his hands were inserted into his sleeves, a few strands of white silk were faintly visible in his unruly hair, laughter was heard, the wind stopped, and everything was silent.

He glanced at Zhong Xihou, who was still maintaining that handsome posture, and quickly focused his gaze on Ying Ruge, who was also standing upright, with his hands crossed and hugging his chest, smiled slightly, and asked, "Little brother, the knot in your heart has been untied?"

When Yan Hudeliang heard this, he also looked like a song, and Zhong Xihou stood up even more, and couldn't help but wonder, who is this person?

"What about people?"

It's still a simple word, but I can hear a voice coming from the dilapidated pavilion: "Hey, I'm here, who was so immoral just now, he almost stoned me to death." Brother Ying, believe it or not, I will see Sister Yue when I turn around, and sue you······"

Ying Ruge was still expressionless, Zhong Xihou couldn't help covering his face with his right hand, and suddenly opened his mouth and replied for Ying Ruge: "You tear up the ticket, people can't be saved." ”

Hua Shaohong heard Zhong Xihou's words, and couldn't help shouting louder. The man in the white and orange robe couldn't help but laugh again when he saw that the master and servant were so interesting.

Zhong Xihou's gaze has never left this white-orange-robed visitor, this person's aura is quite familiar, this aura is not possessed by ordinary martial artists, it is a natural overlord aura. Even though this man has already restrained his aura and covered it with a harmless aura of affinity between humans and animals, how could Zhong Xihou, who also has the same knowledge of how to restrain this overlord aura, not notice it.

"Conditions?"

Yingruge doesn't seem to be ready to say much today, spit out two words, and then spit out, still two words.

"Sword. ”

Zhong Xihou couldn't help but look at the sword in his hand, it was also interesting, only half of the old sandalwood's scabbard was left, and half of the blade had been exposed.

"Reason. ”

"You don't need to understand. ”

Lingering like a song, the left hand is raised, nine ghost fires, the color turns from red to purple, from purple to blue, and then turns to red after turning blue.

The white-orange-robed visitor stretched out his hand from his sleeve, a pair of bloody hands, red and terrifying. The bloody hand snapped his fingers slightly, and the nine ghost fires were blown away by the wind in an instant.

Yingruge's eyelids moved slightly, and Zhongxihou couldn't help but look at Yingruge. He is not incomprehensible, just like his own understanding of the sword, he can seal the sword in the sheath with his own thoughts and his own breath.

This strange person, his immortal cultivation is not crushing the little junior brother?

Immortal cultivators?

"I'm good at swords, but I just know a little about the method of Xianmen, it's better to meet friends with a sword!"

As the words fell, the bloodied guest's left hand disappeared vertically into the sleeve of his robe, and with a wave of his right hand, the sword wind shot out from his fingertips, cutting off the branches in the forest. The hand became a claw again, and the branches flew towards the bloody hand with the strong wind before they hit the ground. Gripping it, the sun shining, and the uneven branches, which had been branched out with uneven burrs, became as smooth as a small wooden stick that had just been polished.

Zhong Xihou threw the scabbard aside, and flicked the sword body with his left hand, and the sound was crisp and pleasant. I couldn't help but say that the chalet-colored sword stabbed out, but the target was not a bloody visitor.

The bloody guest's expression changed slightly, and he was about to make a move to block it, but in the same way, a chill forced him to instinctively retreat. Looking at it again, Ying Ruge's right hand was pitch black, as if he was wearing a fist made of dark iron. A punch roared through the wind, and the wind angrily asked, "Where is Mo San?"

The bloody visitor was even more surprised, when did Mo Sang's friend also get involved with Dusk Hanlou?

The wooden stick in his hand was slightly raised, and he lost his fist strength, and turned around and stabbed, but the opponent's body changed in an instant, and he was as fast as a spirit monkey, leaving only an afterimage. The corners of the bloody guest's mouth lifted slightly, and his left hand stopped rubbing, and put the copper in his sleeve pocket.

A little under his feet, his body fluttered, and then he stabbed out a sword, which was turbulent, like the angry waves of the East China Sea.

Ying Ruge stabilized the next plate and drank softly: "Xingchen decides, Kang Jinlong!"

At first glance, nine golden dragons appeared invisible, roaring and flying towards the bloody hand visitor.

The disadvantages of swordsmen against immortal cultivators can be known. Even if the sword qi wrapped the thin wooden stick, it was still difficult to inherit the power of the Immortal Dao, and it clicked and folded into two sections. The wooden stick broke, but the sword aura did not disappear, and the bloody hand visitor whispered: "Sword One!"

At first glance, it was visible to the naked eye that the sword qi wrapped and broke the wooden stick, shaping it into a delicate long sword. The bloody hand visitor waved the broken wooden sword, the action was simple, just a slash, and the same soft words: "Jian Er!"

Suddenly, the sword qi turned into dozens of half-moon flying blades and attacked the lingering song, but he couldn't dodge, but he saw that the bluestone slab cracked, and an earthen wall rose from the earth, resisting the sword qi flying blades before disintegrating. I heard the Ghost Venerable shouting angrily: "Xingchen Decisive - Kang Golden Dragon!"

The roaring golden dragon reappeared, but this time there was only one, and the golden dragon devoured all the remaining sword qi flying blades with the strength of the wind.

The golden dragon continued to hover in mid-air behind the Venerable of the Dusk Han Building, and saw that the two fingers of Ying Ruge's right hand were pointing a little into the air, only to see the clouds rolling in the sky, and a hole was broken in the middle, and a beam of red light fell directly at the golden dragon.

Then there was a roar of the angry dragon, the golden eyes faded, the dragon stared, and the flames were angry.

The Bloody Hand Visitor grinned in the face of such immortal power, which meant surprise and admiration, mixed with a little jealousy. Goodbye, the broken wood sword waved again, this move was a stab, and he also whispered softly: "Sword Three!"

Suddenly, the wind rose, and a sword aura shot out from the tip of the broken wooden sword, which was more powerful than the mountain fowl order, and its bullseye was between the eyebrows of the golden dragon. The angry-eyed golden dragon roared and flew towards the sword qi, and the explosion sounded, turning into green smoke and dissipating together.

"Little brother, in fact, when I was young, I really set foot in the fairy road slightly!" Ying Ruge obviously felt that the vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth was flowing rapidly, and he checked the internal breath, and he was unharmed, so he was comfortable.

"Whose throne?"

"I am a scattered person of heaven and earth, no sect and no door, little brother, don't ruin the beauty of these four fields, may fight with me to the top of the nine heavens?"

Without waiting for the song to respond, the bloody hand came up with the wind, and also went with the wind, and the place where he went, nine hundred zhang in the air.

Ying Ruge was surprised, and Zhong Xihou, who was fighting with Yan Hude on the side, glanced at it and was also surprised. This bloody guest turned out to be an immortal cultivator who mastered the weather of the wind, walking against the wind, the world was free, and it was the real immortal in the book.

Helplessly, although he knew the principle of wind control, he didn't have the talent, and this time he didn't turn into a phoenix, pointing to his lips, a clear whistle. I saw that a cut in the sky was cut, and with a hiss, a white-feathered falcon flew out of the rift. The white-feathered falcon swooped down on the earth, and with a hissing sound, its appearance gradually changed.

The white feather is wrapped in flames, the body is constantly expanding, the eagle hook turns into a quail beak and is slightly slender, the eagle's head turns into a quail head and the top is attached to the flame three feathers, the neck is slightly long as a snake and flexible, its body is less graceful than the phoenix bird, and there is more military general's strong demeanor, fire feather wings, nine burning fire tail feathers, how can it be compared with the previous white feather eagle falcon?

Or similar, it is a pair of four-fingered claws that are also sharp like a cone.

The flame bird was about to hit the ground, spread its wings and flapped a few times to cushion it, its claws fell to the ground, and it looked down like a song, its posture was majestic and arrogant, like an emperor despising all beings. I also saw the flame god bird spread its wings, its head facing the sky, and a long mournful cry that could tear through the sky.

The next action was to lower his beak and touch the ground, close his eyes, extremely respectful, unimaginable, the arrogant posture a moment ago.

Haunting like a song, he jumped on the back of the divine bird and crossed his knees.

There is no need to speak, the flame god bird is a hiss again, this hiss is not the first arrogance, and the feeling of sorrow again, this hiss is like a divine horse on the battlefield with the fierce general, the king who takes battle as pleasure and shouts back the domineering spirit of all beings.

Only then did he ride the Flame Divine Bird to fly up to a height of nine hundred feet, and the blood-handed visitor smiled again when he saw the Flame Divine Bird. This smile is full of helplessness, and there is a faint trace of envy and jealousy in the helplessness.

I saw him wave his hand, still in that soft but clear tone, and said, "I am defeated, no regrets." ”

When the words fell, he didn't pay attention to the reaction of the song, and took care of the wind and fell. Not only is it displeased, but this flame god bird is also unhappy, how can there be such a person, first take care of himself and fly to the first heaven, and then return to the earth by himself.

The Flame Divine Bird was also helpless, so it had to return to the earth with the meaning of the lingering song.

About five or six zhang away from the earth, I saw that the Flame Divine Bird changed again, and all the divine postures dispersed with the red light, and the white-feathered eagle falcon stood on the left shoulder of the Qinglou Venerable so obediently.

This falcon is also stingy, and gently stabs the shoulder with its sharp claws to express its dissatisfaction. It doesn't hurt or itch like this, and he doesn't pay attention to it, he just cares about adjusting his body, like a civet cat falling to the ground.

"It's over? It's so fast, lose or win?"

Zhong Xihou's dancing sword was inserted into the earth, and he was seen sitting on the ground of the bluestone slab without any scruples, and his right hand touched the sword of the dancing sword.

Yingru Song found Yan Hude, who was lying on the ground in a large shape and couldn't move, and sure enough, the legend about the martial arts field in the West is just a legend after all.

Similarly, Zhongxi Hou can indeed be counted as a legend.

The bloody guest glanced at Yan Hudeliang, couldn't help but show disdain, and said disdainfully: "The Intelligence Department said that you had a small victory with Zhong Nanyan's kid, so it seems that you are a waste after all." ”

Yan Hude wanted to defend himself, but he was helpless, he wanted to stand up more than to defend meaninglessly. And now, his limbs and meridians have been injured, if it weren't for the mercy of Zhongxi Hou's sword, his martial veins could be abolished, making him a wasted person from now on.

"Maybe release people?" Zhong Xihou didn't go to see the bloody guest, but just resumed the original problem.

The bloody visitors looked up to the sky and smiled, and there was no helplessness in this laughter, showing the freedom of the people in the rivers and lakes.

I saw that with a wave of his left hand, a sword qi shot out from his two fingers and shot towards the defeated Shi Ting. Soon, hearing a few words of scolding, Zhongxi Hou and Yingru Ge naturally knew that Hua Shaohong's play was over.