The battle between Zhongxi Hou and the lingering song reached high in the sky, one of them poured his robe in the wind, and the other fanned his wings. Zhong Xihou stretched out his left hand and closed his eyes, feeling the gentleness of the wind there. The more Ying Ruge looked at his fellow senior brother, the more he felt a little guilty of fire in his heart, the art of resisting the wind that ordinary people could not reach, and he was a mortal who controlled the fire.

"Little junior brother, can the immortals be free?"

"I'm just a junior, I can be a king in the world, but I can't get into the eyes of the immortals in the sky. ”

Zhong Xihou couldn't help but hook his lips, smiled slightly, and asked, "Then, how can those miscellaneous members of the Sword Sect in the world not be able to help you?"

"Those people are not immortals, and compared to me, there is not much difference. ”

Zhong Xihou nodded, as if he understood, and asked again: "Oh, is that so? Then, the true immortals of the Sword Sect in the world have gone to the Mo family, what should you do?"

Ying Ruge frowned, he also had concerns, and in the end, he was lucky, thinking that maybe he was just a person in the Immortal Sect, and the disciples who really entered the sect did not need to covet these things in the world.

"Kill!"

Zhong Xihou was slightly stunned, and then laughed.

"Little junior brother, little junior brother, do you really think that the world is so big? Lone doesn't dare to say that it is really unparalleled in the world, you have the courage to say that the immortals are coming, kill. ”

In the face of Zhong Xihou's ridicule, Yingruge was also a little angry, but there was no killing intent.

"You just have to do your best to cultivate, no matter what martial arts and immortal paths, just look at it as a brother, today, how you defeat me!"

The words fell, the eyes were sharp, and the sword pointed again. The air was already thin under the high altitude, Zhongxi Hou Xiu was scattered, the wind was surging, and the goose yellow sword qi was emitted from the orange robe again.

Listening to this, Ying Ruge also decided to cultivate to the fullest and fight with his fellow brothers. As soon as his hand was raised, it was not the method of the stars, and he saw nine flames appear out of thin air behind him. The flames were blazing, the color turned from red to blue, and the more they burned, the thinner the air became.

Like a singer pointing forward, nine flames rushed towards Zhongxihou like a graveyard ghost. Zhongxi Hou pointed to the sword and slashed, a half-moon wind blade came out, the wind blade turned from one to two, from two to four, and finally sixteen wind blades flew towards the lingering song.

The nine clusters of ghost fire were invincible to the wind blades, and they dissipated in an instant, and the remaining seven wind blades were close to the song.

The undead ghost man did not panic, clasped his hands together for eleven beats, and shouted, and the location where the ghost fire was dissipated appeared out of thin air. The flames were still blue, gradually deforming, turning into an elongated serpentine shape.

"Star Decisive - Winged Fire Serpent"!

The nine Blue Flame Fire Snakes continued to split like Zhong Xihou's wind blade, one turned into two, two turned into four, and at the end, hundreds of fire snakes shuttled through the clouds. After all, the fire snake was not in front of him, the wind blade had already arrived, and his hands were dark again, using his fist as a shield, and attacking instead of defending.

The fist slammed, and the wind blade shattered. But the wind blade was shattered, and then looking at the fists that lingered like a song, there were already a few cracks in the darkness that revealed the flesh color.

"The power of mortal martial arts, do you really think that the six realms of Hongmeng are just general!"

Zhong Xihou was still floating there, fearless of the attacking blue flame fire snake, the person did not move, and the goose yellow sword qi turned into ripples from the sword master as the center. The hundreds of green flame fire snakes were powerful and spectacular, but after that wave after ripple, the green flame fire snake turned into sparks again and dissipated.

This star-winged fire snake looks magnificent, but Zhong Xihou's blow is like an embroidered pillow that is vulnerable.

The slight movement of the eyelids of the song was unexpected. After probing carefully, it was confirmed once again that Zhong Xihou was indeed just a worldly martial artist, except for that person, who had no other wind control technique, and indeed did not have the slightest fluctuation of immortal power.

The battle lasted for nearly half an hour, the sun was gone, and the night was coming again. Although there is starlight bathing, the appearance of the two can no longer be seen very clearly.

After all, both of them are not general, and the battle has taken a lot of effort so far.

Haunting Ruge felt that the appearance of ghosts and gods could no longer last, she put away her wings, her red hair turned black, and the demon spots on her body also dispersed. Invisibly, a red feather turned out, and a flame phoenix appeared out of thin air, and Yingru Song stepped on the phoenix's back, and began to save the energy of immortals and ghosts.

Looking at Zhongxihou, he was already suspended, and this wind control technique seemed to be endless, and thinking about it like this made people even more jealous.

"Master Hou, you have to return to the earth, so as not to be exhausted and fall from a high altitude. ”

Zhong Xihou waved his hand and replied: "It's true that my brother can walk with the wind, and it's also true that my brother is afraid of heights." Fortunately, there is no reference above this high sky, and there are white clouds as far as the eye can see, and I don't know how high it is, so there is no fear. Little junior brother, I have no fear for my brother, but now the two of us are in the sky, after all, if we fall, we will be crushed. But like you, as far as the eye can see, you think that there is no enemy in the world?"

The difficulty of fighting has the upper hand, and being preached by the opponent is really unhappy.

I saw him bite his index finger, and he kept going back and forth in the air, and a scroll appeared. Ying Ruge grabbed this roll, and wanted to spread it out but was helpless. The muscles of his right arm swelled, the muscles burst out, and he roared one last time, shouting, "Open!"

With this roar, the scroll unfolded, and white light emanated from the scroll, making the dark night a little brighter. At the same time, one transparent shadow after another crawled out of Ziying's body, these shadows were pure white, and their eyes were only white and not black.

When Zhong Xihou saw the scroll unfold, he knew that Ying Ruge was going to perform his true cultivation, but he saw those white shadows crawling out of his body and understood. It turns out that You Lingxi is really yours.

Those white shadows were all angry and murderous, and their target was not Zhongxi Hou, but their host, Haunting Ruge. But when the scroll unfolded, the white light shot out, all of them were like frightened birds, and their bodies couldn't help shrinking.

"Yin and yang translocation is not chaotic, the two Qi intersect, and all things are born. Yin and Yang Strategy, Open!"

Forcibly opened, the white light that originally emanated from the scroll gradually turned into strands of black gas, and the black gas was cold, as if the scroll was brought from the Netherworld.

Then, the dozen or so white shadows that crawled out of Yingruge's body stood behind him. Then I heard a voice asking, "Ruge, do you want me to watch out for those guys in the sky for you?"

Zhong Xihou was curious, these white figures seemed to be different from You Lingxi's loyalty to Yingruge, so who was this one who spoke?

"Sanqing, you also come out, the yin and yang strategy has been solved, and those guys don't need to pay attention to it. "Central Plains Book Bar

As the words fell, another white shadow peeled off from Yingruge's body. The white shadow gradually turned into a human form, this person was thin, and his eyes were pure white, but unlike the other white figures, he was the new one, full of spirit, not at all like a slave who lingered like a song.

The new white figure is naturally Liu Sanqing, Liu Sanqing saluted to Zhongxi Hou, and then said: "Zhongcheng Lord, the famous one, the first time we met, but I wanted to fight and offended." ”

Sanqing?

Zhong Xihou remembered who this person was, and Ying Ruge also unconsciously mentioned this name in his ear, it was the immortal genius of the Liu family, Liu Sanqing. It's a pity, it's a pity, geniuses are always different from ordinary people, just like his other junior brother Jian Yufei, who is a madman bent on death.

"Lone can kill You Lingxi, and naturally he can kill you all. It's a pity, you are different from that Lingxi, you will not hinder the little junior brother from returning to his own life. Why don't you just let him give up like this?"

Without others answering, Ying Ruge is the first one who will not agree. Without saying much, in addition to Liu Sanqing, more than a dozen other tall, short, thin, men, women, and children turned into streamers and shot towards Zhongxihou.

These didn't really turn into streamers, it was their movements that were too fast, and the fast Zhong Xihou saw them on the side of Yingruge, but suddenly a punch and a kick, a sword and a sword were already in front of him.

Zhong Xihou's body fluttered backwards, and then the sword commanded to move, picking and stabbing, and the attacks of those white figures were defused again and again.

When Zhong Xihou slashed with a sword, cutting a tall and thin man in half, he wondered. The tall and thin man did not dissipate, but his body was cut into two pieces like a cloud of smoke, and the two sections turned into human forms. One of them was still the same tall and thin man as before, and the other was a strange look.

Zhong Xihou tried again, sword after sword, cutting these people in half one by one, and sure enough, one turned into two, two and four.

Is this the ability of yin and yang?

Yes and no.

The Yin and Yang strategy was created by the six senior brothers of the two of them, Hua Mao'er, who was a Yin soldier for the soul, and charged into battle to attack all methods. Ying Ruge learned the Yin and Yang strategy, and I don't know if Yan Xiao deviated during the teaching of Hua Mao'er, or Yan Xiao deliberately modified this method.

It may also be that Ying Ruge modified this method by himself and created his own yin and yang strategy.

"So, are you the capital of the city destroyer who is called the city destroyer? ”

That being said, trouble is indeed trouble, but Zhongxihou doesn't think that he will be defeated.

"That's it, the wind dances, the mirror of the moon!"

The sword pointed to the sky, and the goose yellow sword qi converged, and then the moonlight shot down, and the starlight in the sky was used as a sword. The goose yellow sword qi turned into thousands of sword qi again, and the sword finger swung forward, and the sword qi turned into a sharp blade and shot towards the white shadows of Yingruge.

In the face of the dense rain of swords, those white shadows were not afraid of color, and still attacked Zhongxihou. But helplessly, no matter the eight directions, or up and down, they are all protected by the sword qi of the sword blade. Approaching, only ten thousand swords pierced through, and the clouds dissipated in an instant.

The sword qi dissipated, and the white shadows summoned by the side of Ying Ruge were all wiped out, and it was not really annihilated, and Liu Sanqing was still on the side of Yu Ruge.

Zhong Xihou began to gasp, but he was a little surprised. He had never tried to use such a move from high in the air, but he didn't expect it to work well. But helplessly, after all, I am just a mortal in the world, and after staying in a thin place for a long time, I still feel that it is difficult to breathe. If this continues, the physical strength will eventually be exhausted.

"If I can still hold the sword at the moment, I hope that the endless sea of flowers will make a move against the Hou Ye. ”

Hearing the little junior brother's admiration, Zhong Xihou had an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, but it was his right cheek that was facing the song. The three hideous scars on the right side of his face, coupled with the hazy moonlight, really looked like ghosts.

"It's not like that, it's because of the left side of the brother, it's like this. ”

Liu Sanqing felt puzzled, the earth-shattering move just now, listening to Zhong Xihou's tone, he was still dissatisfied? Zhong Xihou has no sword in his hand, it is already like this, if he has a sword in his hand, even if he joins forces with Yingruge, can he be sure of winning?

Liu Sanqing waved his hand, and the shadows on some of his sleeves gathered in his right hand, turning into a sword of more than two feet, he wore a sword before his death, a thin horse.

"Liu Sanqing, a man of the mountains and wilderness, I have consulted!"

Yu Luo flew towards Zhong Xihou, facing the sharp sword move, he had no sword in his hand, Zhong Xihou did not dare to parry at will, so he had to dodge first.

Liu Sanqing's sword was too fast, one sword was faster than the other, and the powerful sense of oppression made Zhong Xihou's breath a little heavier.

Thinking about it, this is what Nine Star Feifu should look like, but no matter how fast the sword move is, there is a gap, and after dodging more than a dozen swords, Zhong Xihou caught the gap opportunity. He moved his body, hooked Liu Sanqing's right hand with his right hand, hooked Liu Sanqing's left hand with his left hand, and then pushed his knee forward and pressed against Liu Sanqing's lumbar vertebrae.

If it is an ordinary person, there is no need to mention ordinary people, if Liu Sanqing is replaced by a haunting song at this moment, the lumbar vertebrae should be dislocated, and even broken. But helpless, helpless, the person who was controlled by Zhongxi Hou was Liu Sanqing, Liu Sanqing, who had been dead for many years.

Liu Sanqing's body turned into white smoke and dissipated, and then appeared behind Zhong Xihou, and the thin horse in his hand stabbed out, approaching the position of Zhong Xihou's lumbar vertebrae. This kind of move is really a tooth for a tooth.

But Zhong Xihou smiled, as if Liu Sanqing could do this, it was in his plan.

Zhong Xihou's body soared towards Yingruge, loosened his sword fingers, and in an instant, his fists clenched, and he slammed out a fist, hitting straight at Yingruge's door.

The punch was not fast, and Yingruge should have been able to dodge it easily, but when the eyes of the two met, Yingruge couldn't move. The fist hit the face armor, and before his head could shake to the side, Zhong Xihou's left fist followed.

Punch after punch, eighteen punches in a row, face. Chest. Belly. Waist. The back and so on were hit in ten positions.

For the first time, Ying Ruge felt that a person's fist was so powerful, and he was surprised that a person's fist could be so terrifying.

Ying Ruge's breath was unstable for a while, and the burning phoenix also dissipated in an instant, Ying Ruge had no support point, and his body fell rapidly. Liu Sanqing saw that the situation was not good, and his body soared towards him, but someone was one step ahead of him.

Zhong Xihou had already arrived at Ying Ruge's side and held him up. Then the two of them fell slowly in the wind, and there was no tendency to fall sharply at all.

Zhong Xihou's ferocity had also dissipated, he looked at Ying Ruge with a smile on his face, and said leisurely: "Little junior brother, you lost again." ”