As far as Zhongxi Hou was concerned, Yan Hude's cultivation was like a mystery like him.

Is Yan Hude a flood famine?

He wasn't sure what kind of cultivation Yan Hude had, but he could be sure that the current haunting song was just a top-grade in the wilderness.

Although the middle and top grades of the flood wilderness are nothing more than a cultivation for him Zhongxihou, but when it is put on the rivers and lakes, it is not an ordinary person.

Naturally, Yan Hude would not be an ordinary person, he took out a one-and-a-half-foot short sword from his left and right sleeves and crossed blocks.

Flying Flowers!

A sword full of true power caught the wolf king off guard, even though he was as strong as a sand fox and avoided the vital point, he was finally cut by the sword qi on his right waist. The wound was shallow, not even a few drops of blood flowed.

Yan Hude forcibly mentioned the merit yuan, and the double swords emitted blue light, and if you look closely, it is actually the move of Zhongxi Hou Wuyan Sword Technique to take the head of the enemy general among the ten thousand armies, "Flying Dragon Patrol Eight Desolations"!

The left sword stabbed out, the blade did not reach, and the sword qi came first.

The right sword followed closely, the blade broke the wind, and the sword qi tailed.

The corners of his lips are hooked, his wrists are flexible, and he throws countless sword flowers, using the white cloud swordsmanship that he has not used for many years, leaving no way out.

White Cloud Immortal Sword - Endless Sea of Flowers!

In an instant, the sword qi in the sky fell like a yellow flower.

Yan Hude knew that there was no way out, so he urged the dragon to patrol the eight wildernesses, and the jade was burned with only one sword.

But listening to the sound of breaking the wind "whoosh", an arrow flew in, but it was in the shape of a phoenix. The yellow flowers in the sky are like a tornado, and the flying arrows actually pierce through the tornado, if it weren't for the lingering song, I am afraid that it would already be an undead under the arrow.

Caught off guard, the flying dragon patrolled the eight wildernesses, and the two swords came at the same time, although he picked up a sword with the golden sword in his hand, he finally saw red on his left shoulder.

Looking at the person again, he was no longer surprised, and laughed softly, and said: "Honghong, I haven't seen you for a while, and you have already forced your life?"

Hua Shaohong was dressed in brocade, holding a purple gold luan phoenix bow, and walked slowly towards the two, he was very steady and slow, but it was still difficult to hide, he, the young son of the Hua family, was a cripple.

Clenched his bow and fists, respectfully and respectfully, and said, "I have seen His Holiness." ”

Yingruge smiled all over his face, looked at the young man's right shoulder, his murderous aura dissipated, and asked, "This is the thirteen orders of mountain birds?"

Hua Shaohong naturally understood the meaning, reasonable, that day to shoot a few arrows, fingers, wrists and even shoulders have already been loaded, today's arrow, whether there is a white bird one arrow eleven power is still a question.

"Isn't it, you are less red, and now you are also Zhongxihou's person?"

Hua Shaohong was silent, and Yan Hude replied instead: "Shaohong and I both have their own goals, so what if we do whatever it takes to do this?"

Yan Hude also understood that if it weren't for Hua Shaohong's arrow, he was afraid that at this moment, he would already be a golden sword dragon yao, a dead soul under the sword.

Long Yao's sword faded to gold, and it was rusty again, and he didn't listen to an explanation, and he didn't need to explain.

Thinking that this was the case, Yan Hude's double swords fell to the ground and coughed, stopped, and said softly: "Since the Venerable Ghost Master is unwilling to go the same way, then, please die under the sword of Zhongxi Hou......"

The words fell, the sound of the wind struck, the moves were extremely familiar, and the dancing swordsmanship - trace empty style. Looking at the person who made the sword, Hua Shaohong actually used an arrow with the color of Chixia to destroy the sword move, a simple and unpretentious life-killing move.

The sword of the song fell deep into the earth, but the eyes were closed but there was an evil smile, and the flames were burning all over the body, and the eyes were opened again, but they were burning red pupils. With a loud shout, he forcibly urged the fire path immortal power, and with one palm, the sharp arrow was broken, and with another punch, Hua Shaohong's arms flew backwards for the wings.

Ying Ruge picked up the broken arrow, smiled, and said with a slight contempt, "I heard that the lord of the flower family has thirteen negative arrows, red and red, it seems that in this life, twelve is not worthy!"

Fanbang wolf king's wolf claws are on his hands, but the mantis arm is used as a car, lingering like a singer holding a broken arrow, waving it suddenly, the ghost fire phoenix hissed out from the arrow, and the evil wolf fell to the ground with a mouthful of blood.

"Honghong, I have an appointment with you on the day I save you, it is a matter of brother who does not violate morality, and his oath will not be blocked, and what he does today will be collected on behalf of the sky!"

The ghost phoenix is evil, and the Fengting Yaxu is in the dust.

In the face of the power of the immortal Dao that does not belong to the mortal world, Yan Hude and the flower Shaohong seem to have forgotten, lingering like a song, he is not a swordsman.

Although Hua Shaohong has a foot disease, his actions are very accessible, and he saw him running back and forth, determined to fight to the death, and the arrows were wound, and the Hua family's stunt was five consecutive beads.

Yan Hude is not general, he gave up his short sword, wolf claws in his hand, and was fearless.

The ghost phoenix is coming, and the sharp arrows meet it, and it is only after being shot down by three arrows that the ghost phoenix is shot down.

"Nine Secluded Separation from Fire!" saw nine indigo flames in a row, and flew towards Yan Hude in unison.

The wolf's paws waved and shouted: "There is no root in life, why stay in the hometown!"

At the same time, Hua Shaohong no longer dodged, stood up straight and bent slightly on one leg, and a purple arrow was wound, and it was cultivated to converge on the arrow. Between the forehead and sideburns, fine sweat is dense, and breathing is no longer calm.

The arrow is off the string, it is actually the momentum of the wind and clouds, the nine secluded fire dissipates in an instant, and the momentum of the arrow from the string is unabated, and it is like a song.

Lifting the sword again, the real power is poured into it, but the sword is not golden but the people have the strength to hollow out.

When the true power was about to be exhausted, he instinctively urged the fire path immortal energy, abandoned the sword and showed the fire path immortal power. The ice blue flame only burned all the things around the body in an instant, Hua Shaohong had already felt strange, and the arrow was wound again for the blue, and it was an arrow that frightened the sky. The arrow was off the string, and the bower's mouthful of blood gushed out, his body was weak, and he only saw a white light in front of him, and he fainted.

The ice blue arrow was approaching, turning into a six-winged evil bird neighing and taking its life, but when it touched the ice blue flame, it froze.

"How about the phoenix, how about the chicks, the deity will teach you two today, and you will die!" was full of anger and no longer endured, but there was a kind of excitement between his words.

"Hell!" Yan Hudeliang muttered softly, casually handling a snow-white arrow in the flower Shaohong arrow basket, using the arrow as a sword, and making another move, "Feiyan returns to the nest late".

This move and the "Flying Dragon Patrol Eight Desolations" are the same first-level moves to take the enemy general among the ten thousand armies, but unexpectedly, the power of immortal energy has been matched by extraordinary ants.

The ice blue flame was approaching, the temperature of the air around him froze in an instant, and the god of death came, but unexpectedly, this cold current was actually the sword qi of others.

Looking at it again, there was a blue sword in a hood and a blue sword, and the tip of the sword was dripping with water droplets.

"It's really slow!" Yan Hude muttered, and then looked back at the unconscious young son of the Hua family, and couldn't help but secretly admire that this kid could invite such a big Buddha.

Haunting like a song, his left hand is ice blue, his right hand is red, and the two poles are flames, and his cultivation is close to heaven.

The blue-clothed swordsman gently shook the ice blue sword, and the water droplets fell, and the ice blue sword was like a crystal, which was extremely dazzling.

"The Venerable Ghost Master of the Twilight Pavilion is haunting like a song, fortunately!"

"Since you're lucky, why don't you report yourself!"

The blue-clothed swordsman chuckled a few times, actually put the sword back into the scabbard, and snorted coldly: "The strong man is the most sorrowful, my legend, I don't have to use your life to spread." ”

Yan Hude was about to speak, but he felt that his abdomen was cold, and he lowered his head, and his flesh was already broken and blood was all over the ground.

"If you move again, I'm afraid your intestines should come out too. ”

Yan Hude looked puzzled, looked at the blue-clothed swordman, and the blue-clothed swordman snorted coldly: "Hou Ye's people are really becoming more and more ignorant of the rules. ”

Yan Hude seemed to want to argue, but he was unable to speak, and listened to the words of the blue-clothed swordsman: "What? Do you want me to use another sword to cut off the hope of the barbarians?"

The flames at the two poles dispersed like a song, and the blue-clothed swordsman was slightly surprised, and the corners of his lips opened slightly, and he asked, "Does the Ghost Venerable trust him so much?"

"This seat does not trust you, but it is only a judgment that you are general, and there is nothing to be afraid of. ”

"Anyway, there are only all kinds of sins and debts in the world, and I don't want to set foot in them. Hong'er, today I have taken care of you according to the agreement of the Hou Ye, and in the future, it has nothing to do with me. After that, he threw the ice blue sword in his hand and Hua Shaohong. Before throwing the sword out, the swordsman regretted it, and Hua Shaohong had already passed out.

Seeing that the sword was about to hit the young son of the Hua family, the swordsman rose up, and the figure was instantly known, and his right hand stretched out and caught the sword steadily.

"You can thank the swordsman for your marquis first. ”

The blue-clothed swordsman put his sword into the already spacious arrow basket, and let out another lament, glancing at the rusty dragon sword that lingered like a song. With a strong step, the posture of an immortal flew towards the sword.

Knowing the purpose of the visitor, Long Yao flew backwards four or five feet, and then kicked the blue-clothed swordsman at the knee with his other foot. The blue-clothed swordsman pressed the tips of Yingru Ge's toes with both hands, and flew with his strength, and pounced on Long Yao's sword.

"Xingchen Jue-Water Worm!" shot out a red light between his fingers, turning into a sun-chasing chariot and crashing straight into the blue-clothed swordsman.

Thousands of miles of ice and snow in summer!

The finger sword shot out dozens of bone-chilling sword qi, stunned that the ancient cold ice still couldn't freeze the scorching sun chariot, and when the water worm was about to touch, the blue-clothed swordsman turned into a pool of blood and fled into the earth, and the water worm dispersed, but the blue-clothed sword man appeared behind Haunting Ruge again.

The cold ice was a sword, and a sword stabbed out, lingering like a song and then a loud shout, and a sharp voice: "Xingchen Jue - Kang Jinlong!"

In an instant, a golden dragon roared out from the back of the haunting song, and the blue-clothed swordsman's ice sword shattered in an instant, and the cold air froze the golden dragon to the bone.

"A little capable, this seat does not kill unknown people. ”

"The strong fight each other, kill to stop killing, the Venerable Ghost Master is indeed capable. ”

After a burst of aftermath, Hua Shaohong gradually woke up, her eyes were still bright, her ears moved slightly, and her brows frowned slightly. With a voice to argue, he limped to the west, knelt on the ground and listened, and frowned deeply: "Sword master, here is a team of heavy armor soldiers......

"Let's disperse first. ”

Lingering like a song, but it is still unforgiving, the ability of the overlord is reappeared, and the eight golden dragons fly towards the swordsman together, and the ability of the non-human world is blocked by the people of the human world. The blue-clothed swordsman did not turn into blood and water, but his hands were slightly grasped, and the two swords of the ice into a blade invisibly came out like a snow lotus, and the eight golden dragons all cut off the dragon's head.

I also heard that "Xingchen Jue - Bi Riwu!"

At the same moment, the sound of "Boom" was loud, and it was a black feather falling like a flying blade in the sky, and the blue-clothed swordsman raised the A.D. and shouted: "Weeping Lotus Late Sigh - Lonely East Wind!"

The sword qi turned into a cold wind and struck like a song, the feather blades fell rapidly in the sky, and the sword wind in the evening urged the cold. Although the arrow is an invisible arrow, although it is trembling and weak when it flies, it is still breaking the deadlock.

"The one who Yanyun rides. ”

Hua Shaohong's words came out, and the blue-clothed swordsman Qinglou Venerable actually looked at Yan Hude in unison, why are Yan Yunqi's people here? The only object of suspicion is the queen of this state, Yan Hude Liang.

The killing intent has been decided, and the anger is compelling. However, the black wind rises, the murderous aura is even stronger, and there is a vague power of an unstoppable overlord like Mount Tai approaching him, full of oppression.

Yan Hude no longer ignored the danger of the wound splitting, and his body flew backwards, stunned that the blood in his abdomen soaked through his clothes, but he was still extremely relieved.

The black wind palm qi actually made the two confrontation masters instinctively avoid retreating, and when they turned their heads, there was a crisp sound of bells, a donkey was six feet long, a radish led the way, and an orange coat with a face like frost.

The man stood straight on the back of the donkey, his hair was unruly, black and white were mixed, his orange robe was faintly white, his hands were crossed on his waist, and his bloodless and pale face was closed as if he was dozing. Hua Shaohong frowned slightly, why? Fang Cai's voice was like a team of armor soldiers?

When the donkey was also frightened by the murderous aura, he stopped moving, and a dangling person did not stand firm and fell to the ground, which was extremely embarrassing. Moaning constantly, rubbing his face, standing up and looking around, the corners of his lips couldn't help but lift slightly.

Listening to the blue-clothed swordsman, he leaned to Yingruge's side and said softly: "Although this person is like a harlequin in a play, he has a feeling that his cultivation is like the sea, why don't you solve this person first?"

Ying Ruge snorted coldly, and the blue-clothed swordsman immediately retreated to the side, for fear that Ying Ruge would come up with something like this, although he asked, but Ying Ruge answered the question: "The sword is given to people, how can you keep an eye on me Long Yao?"

The blue-clothed swordsman laughed, and came to Yingruge's side, without murderous aura, whispered a few words in his ear, Yingruge stopped moving, jumped a few feet, and invisibly turned into a fiery phoenix, driving it east.

The orange-clothed man put his hands in his sleeves, and his smiling face was like a small servant, and he grinned and asked, "Which master asked him to come to this forest?"

The blue-clothed swordsman didn't say a word when he mentioned the Long Yao Sword, Hua Shaohong put away the Ziluan Treasure Bow and limped up, twitched the sword in the arrow basket, hugged his chest, and turned his true strength into qi, and with one move, he took all the scattered mountain birds back to the arrow basket.

The three of them left one after another, and the orange-clothed white-faced man changed his face suddenly, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his extraordinary domineering spirit came out in an instant, and it was so hard that Yan Hude could only bend his knees and remain silent.

"Hai Qi, it seems that your information is very wrong. ”

Yan Hude was silent, and the orange-clothed white-faced man showed his right hand again, and that hand was actually red all over, and this red gradually turned black, as if he was ready to use the chilling move that could pass through the netherworld. The black color was only for a moment, and then it returned to blood red, and the white-faced man in orange raised his hand, but he just stroked his hair, and when he saw Yan Hude's frightened appearance, he couldn't help laughing, and said: "Hai, Hai, you are really a wreck, yes, in the face of absolute force, waste is waste after all." ”

Yan Hude was silent, and he didn't dare to speak, he had chatted with Zhong Xihou and fought for his life, and he was also full of spirits. Now, he is oppressed by the momentum and does not dare to move, not a simple feeling of pressure from abdominal pain.

"And in the first place, since I'm here, no one dares to touch you, whether it's Yingruge or Zhongxihou, and no one can touch you anymore. Let me tell me first, how did Shen Wanli die?"

"The sword, a sword without blood, is dead. ”

The white-faced man in orange was quite interested, and stroked the stubble on his chin with his exposed bloody hand. The eyeballs rolled a few times, as if they were thinking, it was strange, who in this world can be so fast that a sword is bloodless, this difficulty is like drawing a knife and cutting water.

The other hand, which was still in the sleeve, played with the two coppers repeatedly, and the copper was quite interesting to hold in his hand.

The sword of hegemony is difficult to do.

The juggling sword is powerless.

What about the bloody sword?

"Hai Qi, then tell me, looking at his wounds, which is more than the murderer's sword or mine?"

Although Yan Hude was dissatisfied in his heart, he didn't dare to express it, his face was expressionless, his voice was cold and flat, and said: "Not really, Your Excellency's sword has not been unsheathed for many years, I am afraid that it is rusty, and it is not as good as Zhongxi Hou." ”

The orange-clothed white-faced man couldn't help but despise it, in the past, he taught this waste sword intent, but he didn't disappoint him, but now, he is becoming more and more wasteful. Haven't you used your sword for many years? Wolf cub, where is your sword intent? Are your eyes gone?

The orange-clothed white-faced man sneered and sneered: "Zhongxihou, but that's it, then again, you used to beat Zhongxihou, right?"

"He didn't use the dancing sword technique, just talked about the sword, and won a small victory. ”

"That's just that, hey, the opponent is embarrassing, the opponent is embarrassing!"

The little donkey jingled, and the orange-clothed white-faced man whispered something above:

Dragon to phoenix, emperor to emperor, strong to legend.

Heroes vs. beauties, BMWs vs. incense cars.

Huajia bow, Wen nine guns, sinking to Acura.

Looking for a doctor peach blossom fairy, ask Jian Zhong Xihou.

Unnamed Shun lingers like a song, and it is difficult to find a real body to travel to Lingxi.

Slightly white Mo language, falling flower swordsmanship thirty-one.

Twin ghost boys, the stars are thirteen.

The yang is comfortable and the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the sun and the moon rise and the sky and the earth are bright.

The phoenix chick is right, sad and laughing and singing.