Hua Yuke was majestic and beautiful, but he still said to the six killers: "That kid, no one is allowed to move! As long as you retreat now, the grace of the past will be counted!"

The past is like smoke, vivid. The six killers looked bitter, as if recalling that many years ago, the splendid female doll entangled and coaxed a few people, and scraped together all the thirteen sword scores of the must-kill thirteen styles, but in the end they found that the thirteen styles could only be practiced by thirteen people, and finally the girl who was called the eldest princess was ashamed and angry and burned the rubbings of the knife spectrum clean. Many years later, the emperor was killed, the princess ran away, Fahrenheit was in chaos, and the thirteen kills were still foreign surnames after all, and they couldn't turn the tide.

Now, the thirteen killings are dying, but the naughty girl is going to fight to the death, sighing, the eighth child stepped forward and said: "Forgive the eldest princess, the thirteen killings are born for Fahrenheit and die for Fahrenheit!"

Hua Yuke didn't put down the knife in his hand, and muttered, "If it's Fahrenheit, you can't touch that kid!"

The delicate and slender figure, tall and multifaceted, condenses endless coercion around the beauty.

Five products, the physical fitness will be different from ordinary people, so far the higher the cultivation, the slower the speed of aging, the former Hua Yuke is extremely talented, so he still retains his youthful beauty. It's just that the once lively and vigorous temperament has been sharpened to the point of not smiling for many years, with a knife in his hand, and the killing intent is crisscrossed.

Seeing this, the eighth frowned and said: "This is the artistic conception of the first kill of the thirteen kills, only the old one has the essence." Eldest princess, with this, you can't win us!"

Before the words fell, the knife wind exploded, but the knife did not move!

Lao Ba took ten steps back, and the end of the knife mark fell between his feet, hiding just right.

Hua Yuke's knife was still in his hand, and the wind froze.

There was silence around the huge ring, and the audience who had been watching the excitement at the beginning had already fled.

The sword wind is loud again!2...... Thirteen! The old eight who killed the general took a hundred steps back, and this master, who had fought for Hua's almost all his life, changed his face greatly: "You. You really practiced the thirteen styles?"

"Yes! Are you retreating?" Hua Yuke finally put away the waist knife that was hiding the offensive everywhere.

Hua Qitong, who was far away, was relieved, in the end, the Yin Kui died unjustly, and said loudly: "Today, there is no reason to retreat!"

Hua Yuke turned his head and glanced at Hua Qitong coldly, the long knife was indestructible.

The six killing generals couldn't care about looking forward and backward any longer, and the huge power of the long knives in their hands poured out one after another, blocking the only way for Hua Yuke's offensive.

Suddenly, the sand flew away, and the ring under his feet, which was claimed to be the strongest, began to fall apart.

Hua Yuke seemed to be still standing there quietly, not moving at all, but Chen Jianhur, whose eyesight was far better than ordinary people, could vaguely see that the corners of his mouth were bloodshot.

The six kills retreated to Hua Qitong, facing that direction in extreme torment, at a loss. Hua Qitong didn't know why, the dignified Bapin naturally couldn't be surprised by this small scene, even if the gap between the eighth grade and the eighth grade was sometimes a world apart: "Eldest princess, Hua Shi dares to come here to do something, and the preparation must be extremely sufficient, and you alone can't change anything." ”

Hua Yuke didn't want to communicate with this sinister old guy at all, and the waist knife pointed at the void, and the six killing generals actually took half a step back like a conditioned reflex, concentrating on vigilance.

"Eldest princess, it's still ...... tied"

"Shut up!" The old eight killers interrupted Hua Qitong's anger in anger, and the knife in his hand immediately formed a coordinated offensive and defensive battle formation with the other five kills, and the six major killers who were surprised by the storm seemed to be joining forces to deal with a junior at this moment.

The girl was still standing there, the knife in her hand spinning out. But the next moment, the woman was in front of the flying knife, and the handle of the knife was just right into control.

The six killing generals only felt dizzy, and the sound of the knife was not much shocking, but it was enough to shock the hundreds of people around them. Naturally, these hundreds of people were all following Hua Qitong's side.

Hua Yuke gritted his teeth, and the eight blades slashed at the six killing generals, Hua Qitong, and Li Ruowu...... Nirvana!

"......Whew" exhaled, the heavens and the earth shook, as if hundreds of people who had been searched for souls instantly woke up, but Hua Yuke was like being smashed in the chest by a giant hammer, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and his body retreated a hundred steps!

The blunt sword in Chen Jian's hand trembled wildly, and the blade of the sword was sharp, almost wanting to get out of his hand!

"Yuke, why are you still so tyrannical and ignorant? These are your elders!" The voice in the void seemed to be teaching a junior, a light cloud, condensed into a giant sword, and fell like a mountain to Hua Yuke's location.

The blunt sword was almost mad, bursting out, ignoring the formation, and falling directly into Hua Yuke's hands. The Xuan Wei of the Lin family's body trembled violently, and they sat on the ground.

Another giant sword, from the direction of the VIP hall, slowly fell, and the cloud sword shattered: "Hualing Ancestor is here, could it be that he came to break the rules?"

"Li Jiudan! I see, no wonder I haven't made a move. Hua Qitong frowned and said to himself.

"Oh, haha!" a middle-aged man appeared from the clouds, "that once demented little guy has now broken into the ninth grade, which really makes the old man look away." Today, the one who broke the rules first was not someone Hua, but the eldest princess, it was your Seven Feelings Sect!"

Li Jiuzhong stepped down in the air, and said as he walked: "Here, my Seven Feelings Sect will break the rules, what do you want?"

"Hmph, do you want to let this Qizhou life be ruined, and not a single grass will grow?"

"Or, you have to have the ability to do it. Nine products, do your own nine products, don't lose your identity!" Li Jiuzhong said with rare pride.

"What if you enter the ninth grade? Even if I don't make a move, the sky in this Qizhou must change!"

Li Jiuzhong looked at the five people who leaped out behind Valin, and his face became extremely ugly. Jiupin has been out of the category of people, and in this world, it is already a living immortal-like existence. And the nine products, and the rules of the nine products, otherwise the nine products are unsatisfactory, and the clan will be destroyed in a snap of a finger, and the world will be in chaos in an instant.

Thirteen kills, to eleven people! However, what Li Jiuzhong saw was not these eleven people, since Hua Ling brought eleven people, if there was no other reason, there was no difference between bringing two more people, the only explanation was that the remaining two kills would either die or reach a level that was difficult for ordinary people to reach.

Hua Ling squinted at Li Jiudan, since twenty years ago, this commoner-born kid came to prominence, and he had persuaded those people to stay in Panzhou, but Huamen at that time was also eventful, how could he have the energy to take care of a civilian boy with some talent.

Today, I can see that although Li Jiudan was forced by the rules of Jiupin, Li Jiudan failed to show a little strength, but this light boy was only the worst of the nine young people back then. If the nine of them reunited, how earth-shattering it would be, Hua Ling felt terrifying when he thought about it.

"Thirteen kills, do what you have to do, just do it. There is no need to scruple about it!" Hua Ling said lightly.

Hua Yuke looked down at the dust road sword that had been returned to the gorgeous posture of those years, and couldn't help sneering in his heart, these people fought for the life and death for Yun Yi, and even Jiupin had to find some excuses to get face, but they knew the value of this sword.

Originally, the surrounding spectators were shocked by the two nine products that were born out of nowhere, but everything around Hua Yuke suddenly disappeared, and a shadow stood with his head held high.

An extremely cold cold aura rose wildly, and the powerful sword moves that no one present had ever experienced before slashed out as if Shura was still alive.

"Thirteen Kills! Running as expected?" The blood oozing from the corners of each mouth of the eleven people who killed thirteen, and the sound from their throats had become extremely unclear!

This?

Hua Ling Ancestor looked at Hua Yuke with a solemn face, and asked with some surprise in his mouth: "Thirteen Styles of Killing, running as expected, won't it break the Nine Grades?"

"So what?" Hua Yuke said indifferently.

"You! actually suppress your strength! Don't you know that with the strength of the ninth grade, but not breaking the realm will make the soul extinct?" Hua Ling's voice trembled, Hua Yuke entered the ninth rank and actually sealed himself, forcibly pressing on the eighth grade without breaking the realm, this kind of practice is almost equivalent to self-harm, only a madman would do.

"Yes! Once you enter the ninth grade, you can't make a move at will. ”