Volume 16 Chapter 3 (2)

The Legend of the Dragon that goes with the flow

Chapter III

Two swords in two

The desert steppe is unpredictable. It's still cloudy in the morning. The cloud column hangs low. After a light snowfall. The unobstructed sunlight clothed the sacred mountain with a golden light coat. It adds a bit of sacred flavor to this lonely peak. If it's an ordinary Hu person here. Most of them will be five-body casting. Worship and prayer. However, since He Louqi is a national teacher of Rongren. It's the grandmaster again. Naturally, this will not be the case. Just walk slowly to the top of the sacred mountain.

The sacred mountain is a desert peak. It's not a lot of mountains, though. But there are also three or five large and small peaks. The one that Pingyan and Qingping chose to live temporarily in was just one of the small peaks. There is still a shelter from the wind in the midst of the rocks. Thin soil and withered grass can be faintly seen in the stone gaps. And He Louqi is about to climb

God is the best. It is the saint of the Hu people who sacrifice to the sky. The knife-sharpened and axe-chiseled sheep intestine mountain road can barely accommodate one person. In the past, when the Hu people climbed the mountain. Most of the time several people support each other. In dangerous places, you need to use ropes to climb at the waist. However, He Louqi was walking in a car. There are no siblings and climbs up. Didn't use light power to fly through the air. Just carrying your hands behind your back. Take a stroll. The heavens are like a smooth road under his feet. That's it. No suffocation. It's a weight-lifting tool. But it is shocking.

He Louqi did so. Slow as it seems. true

。 It was nearly noon. The summit of Mount Kinabalu has arrived. Bypass a mountain cliff. Suddenly the eyes are bright. I heard the sound of water. But it is a stream as thin as a jade belt. Although it was the middle of winter. But the spring did not freeze. Crushed ice splashed jade. It sounds like a piano rather than a piano. It's like listening to the sound of fairy. Across the stream. There is a lower sharp and upper-rich. Tongshan is one. More than 100 high boulders. The mountains and rocks are insignificant. It seems that this is the sacrificial platform of the Hu people. Ice and snow condense on the rock wall. Smooth as a mirror. Mosquitoes and flies have a hard time gaining a foothold. Not to mention man-beasts. Only two vultures circled back and forth on the top of the stage. With a terrible cry, He Louqi was not in a hurry to take the stage. Instead, he stopped by the stream, and his handsome face, like a jade carving, appeared with a playful smile.

At this time. The sun shifts to the middle of the sky. It's noon. Almost unanimously. Two long howls suddenly came from the sacrificial rooftop. It's like groaning. Just like the phoenix. Nine days of dragon roaring. The moving mountains shook the phoenix and went straight into the sky. The dragon soars and the phoenix soars. It seems to be between Wei Ming and Cheng. But it echoes from afar. There is no gap. Accompanied by an earth-shattering roar. Two figures, one black and one white, appeared on the side of the stage. Black Shadow. The white shadow stood in the wind, as if crumbling. But it is like a mountain cliff and a green pine firmly nailed to the altar. He Lou Qijiu has long been an opponent. Seeing this, the two of them couldn't help but have a long-worn war intent to kill. Flick the sleeves of your robe. A step forward. It seems ordinary. When he landed, he was already under the rooftop. Gently touch your toes on the base of the altar. The whole person has already spun to his feet. Occasionally, they can soar on the rock face. Meanwhile. He groaned, "Don't move thick." "The aftermath continues. His figure had reached the edge of the top of the stage. In fact, He Louqi did not deliberately inject internal force into this chant. However, it fell into the ears of the two people on stage. But it is already like Hong Zhong Dalu. The vastness is endless. Forcibly suppressed the roar of the dragon's roar and the wind.

Yang Ning and Pingyan's eyes staggered. At the same time, I saw the cold glint in the other party's eyes. There is no need to exchange views. The whistling sound has been stopped and the sword is drawn at the same time. Silver light shoots stars flying. Practice like ice and snow. Seal all the roads from He Louqi to the top of the platform. The blue light is as cold as the netherworld. Flying diagonally from an almost impossible angle. stabbed He Louqi in the chest. If it is a sword. He must be dead, and he cannot die again. Even if it's barely avoided. will definitely force Yinguang to step down. Yang Ping's sword light is one and the other's strange. It's especially hard

Be. The two teamed up to attack. The gods will. Pneumatic fit. It's all one. It's almost heavenly.

He Louqi couldn't help but exclaim. But again, he raised his voice and said: "Never stop high heaven." "At the same time. He came out with his right palm through his sleeve. Between the lightning and the fire. Four palms came out in a row from up, down, left and right. These four palms seem unpretentious. Each has its own hidden potential. Either rigid or soft. or yin or yang. Four different forces swirled and swirled in the space. Yang Ning and Pingyan's two long swords touched slightly. I felt that I could barely hold it. It's about to fly. Even his feet are unsteady. Double-sided sacrifice under the rooftop. But He Louqi pressed his left palm at the right time. Shape again. I was about to climb to the altar. Seeing the situation on both sides change. Fortunately, Yang Ning and Heping are both not shallow in cultivation. It's a heart-to-heart connection. The deed is very. Palms are shot out at the same time in mid-air. Palms intersect. The momentum of the flat smoke falling is a few points faster. But Yang Ning is borrowing strength. Suddenly flipped in mid-air. Will fit the sword. pounced on He Louqi, who had just stepped on the top of the stage with both feet. The Ning Qing Sword conjured up the peerless Lone Peak. Fire and ice. The fog is thick. This sword exudes boundless loneliness. Endless rebelliousness. It turned out to be an enemy and invincible. Even with He Louqi's martial arts. I only feel that I need to be a little sharp. No, not half a step back. Palm force obliquely. Push Yang Ning aside. Yang Ning was desperate. Not really

Target. In this way, it is inevitable to fall down after the flat smoke. However, this is the same as usual. Even if it is He Louqi. It is also inevitable that the body will be stagnant. Half of his body hangs outside the altar. It's like autumn leaves. Faltering.

He Louqi was not in a hurry to fully ascend to the altar. The left foot is firmly planted on the edge of the table like a nail. The body is shaped like a windmill flipped over. Raise your hand and slap it down. The palm wind is vast like a frenzy. It's like Mount Tai pressing on the top. He groaned, "Infinite days."

"Just the right amount of silver sword light to shoot down. But it turned out that Pingyantai did not panic after that. Instead, he stabbed the rock wall with a silver sword. After drawing a white mark, the fall stopped. Then he took advantage of it. Attack He Louqi. was even more supported by Yang Ning, who was falling. to be faster than to fall

degree rewinding back. However, he was suppressed by He Louqi again. However, Yang Ning's cyan sword light had already pursued him. Although the three of them were offensive and defensive, they were transposed. The situation is comparable. Although He Louqi gained a firm foothold on the altar of the sacrifice. However, the two blue and white sword lights rose and fell. Two black and white figures tumbled and leaped. Fly like starlightning. Colorful like clouds. It's not like they're fighting in mid-air. There is no way to borrow it. The sword is more and more warlike. He Louqi is not a retreat to avoid. Otherwise, he would be trapped in a corner by two sword lights.

He Louqi saw it clearly. The young man and woman who befriended themselves. It's not that he has the ability to fly. It's just that the internal strength of the two of them is mutually reinforcing. They can borrow from each other in the fierce battle. Although he can forcibly sever the connection between the two of them. But it also needs a hundred tricks. And in the meantime. The two of them attacked yin and yang. All in one piece. I'm afraid that I have already found an opportunity to climb the altar of the sacrifice. There is no point in fighting again. He was an open-minded man. Let's talk about the two sides this time. It is also mostly tentative in nature. Think here. He took a few steps back with ease. He said in a rambling voice: "Growing in the mountains and rivers." ”

The aftermath is still lingering. Yang and Pingyan were already standing on the altar. Until this time. The two of them saved the danger just now. I couldn't help but glance at each other. Du Jue's vest was cold. If you are not careful. They will surely fall under the roof of sacrifice. A hundred feet tall is not fatal. But it will also make the two lose face. If so. What qualifications do you have to ask He Louqi for medical treatment?

Although Yang Ning's expression was still as indifferent as before. In my heart, I have turned the river and the sea upside down. Although he has always been peaceful and smoked, He Louqi cannot be underestimated. Even in my heart, I really think so. However, after defeating Olgrad and Helianxing successively. But he still couldn't help but feel a trace of pride. He Louqi, who only felt it, was one of the four great masters. I also have the power to fight. However, it was only a temptation. And he knew it. Use Helian Xing to measure the depth of He Qi's cultivation. It's really more than the moon of fireflies. It's a world of difference. People have not arrived. Prestige comes first. Forcing himself to be peaceful, he didn't want to be the first to strike. Hopefully recovering a little bit of a head-start. However, yes, it's just a quick move. forced the two of them to retreat under the rooftop. If it weren't for this peerless light work and mutual tacit understanding. I'm afraid that in the end, I won't be able to save a little face. This kind of cultivation is powerful. It's really the best in the world. Ning carefully thought back to the grandmaster masters he had seen. I only felt that the sword king Yang Yuan was unstable. If it is too stable, it is easy to decline. And his own master Ximen Lie. It's a loss of softness. If it is too soft, there is no edge. No wonder they all made He Louqi the grandmaster. This man really deserves his name.

Pingyan frowned and was speechless. Compared to Ning. Her insight is much broader and far-reaching. In the past, I only felt that although the sect master was a woman. But Wei was born. It's hard not to be convinced. However, I saw this today, the teacher of the human country. But I feel that this person's momentum is natural. It's not like the sect master is still a little pretentious. Even if you don't talk about it. Only He Qi showed peerless martial arts. It was enough to convince her. It's just a hard fight. The offense and defense of both sides were transposed. It's a lot of confusion. In fact, it is only a matter of a moment. He Lou opened his mouth and groaned. Hands non-stop. Throughout. It doesn't matter how loud or low it is. Speak fast or slow. All of them have not changed in the slightest. If someone is far away: Close your eyes and listen. Most people will think that someone is singing in the wind.

It didn't occur to him that the man was fighting his opponent fiercely. This kind of means can be done in ordinary battles. However, if it is such a life-and-death battle. But most of them can't spare this kind of mental energy. That's all there is to it. The two sides are at odds with each other.

My mind is turning a thousand times. Yang Pingyan and the two glanced at each other again. The decision has already been made. Although the two of them are conceited martial arts. But it's not a precipitous person. At the moment, each of them put their swords back into their sheaths. Bowing down: "Disciple Jingping Yan greeted the senior of He Lou." ”

He Louqi's eyes were blazing. He looked at the young man and woman for a moment. Fang said playfully: "The old man has a queen." Congratulations. It's just that if the patriarchs of the two factions of the Holy Gate and Cuihu see their disciples join forces to fight against the enemy. It's like a perfect match. But I don't know what to think?"