Long Xiaomo took back the Chixiao Sword, picked his nose with his hand and said, "Lieyang Senior is also a character, and it is estimated that no one in the world is your opponent." But I'm used to living in the Central Plains, so I can't go to the Turks to eat beef jerky and hug women with rough hands. ”

Lieyang snorted and said, "Look for death." As he spoke, he slapped Long Xiaomo with a palm. When Long Xiaomo didn't know what was going on, Yang Wengan behind him fell into the hands of Lieyang along with Yousha.

Long Xiaomo suddenly doubted his life, looked at his hands, and said, "I'll rub, are you magical?"

At this time, the ghost had turned into a ball and enveloped Yang Wengan. Lieyang didn't know what it was, and thought it was an ordinary burden, and reached out to tear it apart.

You Sha knew the power of the scorching sun, so he didn't dare to make a mistake, and quickly turned into a puddle of mud and fell to the ground, so that Yang Wengan could see the light of day again at this time. As if he had been pardoned, he took a few good breaths.

The ghost didn't run around after it landed. Instead, it turned into a cloud of mud and wrapped it directly in Lieyang's legs.

"Presumptuous. Sun roared and stomped his foot heavily on the ground, and the ground immediately trembled. Immediately a flame burst out from the place where the scorching sun's feet touched, emitting the aura of pure yang righteousness.

The evil is the gathering of yin energy, where can it withstand this. Immediately he went underground and fled.

Long Xiaomo's eyes had been staring closely at Xing Ling'er in Lieyang's hand all the time. When Ma Xiaocui killed Li Mi back then, Long Xiaomo secretly swore in her heart that she would never let her woman be hurt again.

The scorching sun in front of him was indeed the first time he had seen such a species, and his mind was full of horror. Long Xiaomo took advantage of his distraction, and pounced towards Lieyang's arms, and the Chixiao Sword in his hand made a move "Shadow Follow", forming a big snake and rushing towards Lieyang.

"Boy, daring. Lieyang threw Xing Ling'er to the ground again, and then bent down with his chest in his chest, forming a posture of preparation, as if he were a professional boxer in the future.

When the shadow accompanied the formation of a large snake and wrapped its energy towards the scorching sun, the scorching sun waved his fist a few times in the void like a boxer. When the scorching sun's fist was withdrawn, several glowing balls formed in mid-air, as if they were several small suns.

When the serpentine energy hit the balls, it immediately made an earth-shattering sound. After a violent air current, Long Xiaomo's shadow entourage disappeared like this.

Long Xiaomo didn't care about these at this time, and directly pounced on Xing Ling'er on the ground. But Lieyang obviously didn't give Long Xiaomo a chance to take advantage of it, he wheeled his legs, which looked very ordinary, and directly wheeled towards Long Xiaomo.

Long Xiaomo suddenly felt a huge pressure, and a mouthful of blood spurted out between his chest and lungs, and the whole person flew backwards for more than ten feet.

After Lieyang succeeded in making a move, he didn't continue to attack, but stood in place and sighed: "After so many years, why hasn't there been a master like Li Yuanba among you Han people again." ”

Long Xiaomo, who was more than ten feet away, supported the ground on all fours, and finally stopped his body, like a beast, and pounced towards the scorching sun again.

Lie Yang saw that Long Xiaomo was still pestering the lazy, so he said to Long Xiaomo: "Boy, since you are so resilient, I will let you die to understand." Then he pounced on Long Xiaomo again, and at the same time, his body once again emitted a dazzling light.

Long Xiaomo in mid-air covered his eyes with one hand, and with the other, he poured all his strength into the sun and smashed towards the sun.

This is a posture to fight hard with Lieyang, but Lieyang, which Wei Chi Jingde can't beat, will Long Xiaomo be an opponent? Maybe the answer will be revealed soon.

Just when the two of them were about to collide together, Long Xiaomo felt a bulge in his chest, and something was rapidly expanding and becoming huge.

"Tao Te Ching?" Long Xiaomo's mind was spinning with this thought. Sure enough, at this critical moment, the Tao Te Ching suddenly became huge again, like a Simmons mattress in later generations, blocking the fist of the scorching sun.

With a "bang", the two people separated. It seems that the Tao Te Ching itself is conscious, and even it feels that this time Long Xiaomo will definitely die, so it ran out to protect Long Xiaomo.

After Lieyang stood still, he sighed softly and said, "This is the Tao Te Ching of your ancestors of the Central Plains." This old guy can actually play this slippery head, but unfortunately, this move can only be used once. Boy, since you are the person chosen by your ancestors, the old man can't spare you today. ”

Before the sun was about to make a move, a black thing suddenly appeared from under the ground, and I don't know what it was, as if it was wrapped in a super large thick phlegm.

It was Yousha, he hadn't gone far since he was injured by the scorching sun just now, but was patrolling around. Because he knew that he was not Lieyang's opponent, and Long Xiaomo was also not Lieyang's opponent. Long Xiaomo's life-saving trump card "Tao Te Ching" can only be used once, and if it is used repeatedly, it is also a violation of the Three Realms Convention. The Ghost wrapped Long Xiaomo at this critical juncture, and then quickly dived underground, trying to escape from the underground.

Seeing that Long Xiaomo wanted to escape from the ground, Lieyang snorted coldly and said, "Escape? Lie Sun said as he slammed his fist to the ground. The scorching sun's punch was filled with golden light, and it smashed to the ground like a meteor falling to the ground. A large pit with a diameter of about three meters was formed in the ground, and all the people within a diameter of twenty meters around were unlucky, and they were shaken to the sky like rice husks in a wheat field. I saw that the sky was full of people and horses.

Not only that, but within the range of the scorching sun's punch, the ground began to crack towards the surroundings, forming cracks in the ground. And the land is like burnt brick and stone.

Long Xiaomo, who was carried away by the demons underground, suddenly felt burned inside, and his whole body seemed to be burning. He wasn't even conscious at this point. And the ghost who was carrying him seemed to have lost its corresponding strength at this time.

Could it be that the power of the scorching sun is so terrifying? Long Xiaomo is like a seed planted in the desert, almost losing all its vitality.

After Lieyang's punch, he finished collecting the recruitment, and said slowly: "Long Xiaomo, I know that you are not dead yet, aren't you the hope of your Central Plains people? Weak

The people of the Central Plains can only tremble under the iron horses of the grassland forever. ”

As he spoke, Lie Yang used his spiritual power to locate Long Xiaomo's location, and stretched out his hand to absorb Long Xiaomo's location. All of a sudden, I saw flying sand and stones, and the earth and stones covered on Long Xiaomo's head were being absorbed, and Long Xiaomo was dug out of the ground by the scorching sun like a potato.

"Don't touch him. A hysterical voice came from behind the scorching sun. It was Xing Ling'er, who flew over violently on the ground, and the short sword in his hand stabbed directly at the sun.

Lie Yang didn't even look back, stretched out two fingers, and directly clamped the sword in Xing Ling'er's hand in his hand, and gently pinched it off with a clatter.

Lieyang said lightly: "I don't beat women. Then he grabbed Xing Ling'er by the collar and threw him aside.

When Lieyang looked back, he found that there was a big pit left where Long Xiaomo was buried just now, and Long Xiaomo was gone.

With a "whoosh", Lieyang flashed to Xing Ling'er's side and said, "Who rescued Long Xiaomo?"

Xing Ling'er had already been knocked unconscious just now, and after being lifted by the collar by the hot sun, the whole person came to his senses again.

"Where did Long Xiaomo go, who rescued him?" asked Lieyang again.

"Phew. Xing Ling'er spat on Lieyang's face.

The scorching sun still stood in place like a steel and iron cast, unaffected by Xing Ling'er's spittle.

Xing Ling'er said: "Dog thing, Long Xiaomoji people have their own natural appearance, and a person with a good life like him will always have someone to save him." ”

Lieyang looked at Xing Ling'er and said lightly: "After so many years, are the people of the Central Plains still so afraid of death?"

As he spoke, he turned back to the left and right and said, "Pass the order to go down and look for Long Xiaomo in the entire Longyou and Western Turkic regions." Those who are captured alive will be rewarded with seven futures, and those who provide clues will be rewarded with three futures. ”

Immediately, a Turkic soldier next to him said, "Order." ”

In the darkness, Long Xiaomo felt that he was moving quickly, but he didn't know who saved him. He could barely open his eyes, only feeling a cold all over his body for no reason, and a hot heat in his heart.

Cold on the outside and hot on the inside, such a feeling is always entwined with Long Xiaomo. There was a hot feeling between his chest and abdomen, and Long Xiaomo seemed to feel that his internal organs were burning. And the feeling of cold is constantly eroding inward. And Long Xiaomo didn't seem to have the time to pay attention to these at this time. He felt like he was having trouble breathing, and his consciousness seemed to be between being awake and not being awake.

To be alive is to live in the yang world, and to be dead is to wander in the yin. These two feelings are not unfamiliar to Long Xiaomo, but at this time, Long Xiaomo seems to be between life and death.

Suddenly, Long Xiaomo felt that the movement stopped. With a "poof", Long Xiaomo was thrown to the ground.

Those sharp stones on the ground made Long Xiaomo feel painful, and Long Xiaomo felt that he was breathing from between his chest and lungs. This made Long Xiaomo, who was already extremely weak, even worse. But it was not completely without benefits, the stimulation from the outside world made Long Xiaomo's consciousness instinctively recover a little, and he slowly opened his eyes. I looked around.