There is a kind of person in this world that you absolutely don't believe in when you haven't seen it, but when you see him or her for the first time, you recognize him (her) and conclude that it is him (she) and he (she) is this kind of person.

A person who does not know whether he is a man or a woman, who does not know whether he is old or young, who does not know whether he is a human or a ghost; A person who is bewitching and frightened, charming and terrifying, delicate and powerful; he (she) is very beautiful, beautiful and thrilling, beautiful and terrifying, beautiful and swaying, beautiful but not beautiful; he (she) is very quiet, quiet does not say a word, quiet ancient wells do not wave, quiet nothing lingers, but he (she) speaks everywhere.

In the dark night, one person, one umbrella, standing still, standing, standing.

The moment Yue Han saw him/her, the cold hairs all over his body stood up, and the chain gun was randomly pinched between his (her) fingers and couldn't move a bit. Liu also saw that Yue Han was restrained by the long knife and slashed at Yue Han, his (her) face remained unchanged, and he did not speak, but he just loosened his two fingers in the food, Yue Han's chain gun returned to his hand, holding the long knife with iron chains in both hands, and the head of the gun shook his wrist to bite Liu Huanjin, Liu Huanjin hurriedly jumped away, he knew that he (her) was unhappy, and immediately retreated and did not dare to make a mistake.

Party A was saved, Bing Qiyin's tense heartstrings finally relaxed, and he immediately stepped forward, with both hands (okay, it's okay not to hold his fists), and said sincerely: "Thank you, Your Excellency, for your rescue." ”

He (she) didn't look back, didn't speak, as if this matter had nothing to do with him (her), Bing Qiyin was puzzled and thought that he (she) would not come today, but he (she) didn't know that he (she) was still here, as for why he (she) came at this time, but he didn't dare to ask, and he (she) would not answer if he (she) asked. His (her) temper is not much better than that of the 'Immortal Evil Venerable', and it seems that he (she) is even more like a ghost, but Bing Qiyin respects him (her) out of his heart, perhaps just because he (she) is more humane and unhumane.

The 'Three Musketeers of Ling Feng' each took a few steps forward and stood side by side with Yue Han.

He (she) seemed to be thinking about something, and he was not in a hurry to do it, Yue Han restrained his mind, pretended to be relaxed, and smiled: "Niu Nose, it seems that today's wine can't be drunk." ”

Ling Song smiled: "Not only today, but also in the future." ”

Yue Han said with a smile: "I know that my nickname is 'Cold Light Under the Moon', even if this little bastard doesn't hurry up and do it, he has to drag it out until the sky is cloudy before he is willing, and his grandmother is really unfavorable for the year." ”

Sanjique said: "This excuse is good, but what should we do if you have an excuse?"

Yue Han scolded: "Phew, you are bull's nose, who do you blame when you go out and don't look at Huang Li?"

Feng Evil replied: "Well, it makes sense, today is the year of Ding Mao, the month of Gengxu, the day of Yiyou, and the twenty-eighth night is the ....." He pinched his fingers seriously and counted for a long time, and suddenly smashed the back of his right hand on the palm of his left hand a few times and said: "No wonder, no wonder, today's twenty-eight houses are ghosts, and there is a way that 'ghost houses are not light, everything you ask for is shocking, it is not good to buy and sell for money, and the family is scattered." 'Unlucky, unlucky, no wonder you go out and run into ghosts. ”

Ling Song pointed at him (her) and asked, "On the same day, we met a ghost, and he (she) met us, how can this be explained, how to explain it?"

Feng Evil Hui pretended to think about it for a long time, and said: "He (she) killed us and turned us into ghosts, so if he (she) touches us, he or she will encounter a ghost, no problem." ”

The three of them looked at each other, and at the same time emphasized a few heads and said, "Well, it makes sense, it makes sense." ”

Yue Han said: "Either you withdraw first, and I'll hold it for a while?"

The three of them shook their heads like rattles, and said in unison: "No, no, no, no, how can you take such a good day alone." ”

The four of them looked at each other and laughed.

"Hmph, I'm sick!" Bing Qiyin said with a glance at the four of them like idiots.

The four of them ignored him and laughed to themselves, and after laughing for a long time, the four of them also felt bored, and stopped, Yue Han said to Party A: "Big beauty, I'm afraid I can't ask you to accompany you today, if you have the opportunity to order you again, how about giving Ye a smile as a farewell?"

Party A Fang just started to hurt and injured, his face was not much better than him (her), and he didn't think he was angry when he heard Yue Han's words, so he forced his spirit and tried his best to throw a wink and smile.

"Okay!" Yue Han was very satisfied, and turned back to him (her) and said, "Can the four of us make a request before we die?"

Liu also said cautiously: "Death is death, what do you ask, do you ask to let you go, do others have to agree?" He said this to give him (her) a reminder, don't be fooled, who knows that he (she) doesn't appreciate it at all, and actually nodded.

Yue Han was even happier and said curiously: "I heard from friends on the Jianghu Road that you never talk to people, and no one has seen you talk to people, can you say something to us before you die today?"

"Good!" he or she began, then fell silent again.

Although it was only one word, Yue Han was already very satisfied.

"Come on. "The chain gun shook, and as soon as he made a move, he did it with all his might, thousands of snakes and thousands of letters attacked together, and the three swords of the 'Lingfeng Three Musketeers' cooperated with Yue Han to shoot together, and the four of them were all good at speed moves, fighting the old life of the snake shadow Huo Huo sword light, wind and rain. One hand pushes, flicks, blocks, grids, takes, brushes, sweeps, points, knocks, grabs, and wields at will, without half a minute of panic, without a trace of urgency, and the speed of one of his (her) hands is so fast .......

"The old is not serious, and the death is not serious. Party A scolded Yue Han in a low voice, and only she could hear the low voice.

A red umbrella floated out under the dilapidated city gate, and the person under the umbrella was dressed in red like blood and expressionless, and disappeared in place between steps and feet. In the city gate, four people and four corpses fell to the ground, four people with smiles on their faces, peaceful and happy, one of them looked frivolous, as if to say: "Hey, beauty, do you want to come over and have a glass of wine with your master?"

City.

Heng Wuxuan fought harder and harder, and the internal injuries became more and more heavy, and there were less than ten people left in the 'Xuanyi Guard' around him, on the other hand, the momentum of the 'Immortal Evil Venerable' only increased rather than decreased, the style was divided into gold, and the fists cracked the stones, and every move was hit with the sound of air exploding, as strong as the 'Xuanyi Guard' had no general, and the Xuanyi who was as tough as a knife and gun could not stop its might. Heng Wushu relied on the 'Xuanyi Guard' to desperately protect each other to give full play to the advantages of the 'Xuanmo Knife', barely mastered the rhythm, and immediately defended with all his strength and did not dare to attack easily, just trying to drag it out for a moment, he was the most important person in the 'Yang Dao Alliance' except Shao Mingqian, as long as he did not die, the 'Immortal Evil Venerable' would never give up on him to pursue others.

A black knife, a group of people who regard death as home, and a set of homeopathic knife techniques have stubbornly entangled the 'Immortal Evil Venerable', who is now one of the six masters of the six.

"'Breaking the Golden Gate'". The momentum of the 'Immortal Evil Venerable' climbed, and a punch was majestic and terrifying, piercing through the mountain and smashing the Yellow Dragon, Heng Wushu did not go to the hard connection, and the sword qi that was almost uncontrollable followed the momentum of the 'Immortal Evil Venerable' and tried to make a big step forward, and the 'Immortal Evil Venerable' punched the air, and the empty door under the armpit was leaked.

If there is an empty door in the move of others, the next move will inevitably have to follow the previous step to make up for it with a stronger move and a longer punch, and in the case of a strong move just now, it will inevitably be a little momentum and even have a chance to ventilate, even if it is a top master, it will inevitably reveal a moment of vulnerability, and this momentary opportunity is enough to kill him, this is the power of Heng Wushu's 'Xuan Mo Knife', in the simple, ordinary, There is a hint of change in the sameness, just like a person who never speaks easily, as long as he opens his mouth, it must be the key to the matter, and this change in the 'Xuan Mo Knife' is the key word is the fatal change.

No matter what kind of master wants to win, he will inevitably attack, if you want to attack but have to face the trap, the most terrible thing is that you will not step on the general trap when you see it, and the trap of Heng Wu is like a swamp, when your left leg is deep in it, even if you know the consequences, you will have no way to willingly step into it to pull out the left leg, but the right leg is deeper, then you can only step the left leg into it to pull out the right leg, and the cycle repeats until the whole body falls into the swamp and cannot extricate itself。 The difference is that a person who falls into a swamp will at least be swallowed slower if he does not step into his right leg, and if he does not follow the trap, he will be killed instantly.

It's a pity that the 'Immortal Evil Venerable' is not an ordinary person, he has an iron armor to protect his body, he has the 'Immortal Evil Skill' to protect his body, he has a double breath of qi to alternate and never get tired, he never refines his moves, he will only use simple, rough and direct moves against the enemy, how about the flaws in the moves, and what about exposing the empty door? It is a trap I step on the trap, it is a swamp and I dry the swamp, he doesn't even care how many enemies there are, and no matter whether the enemy has reinforcements or not, anyway, how many come are the same, as long as it is not his level, he doesn't bother to observe when he kills one by one.

Heng Wushu looked at the people in the trap like a spider, and saw that what was stained on the spider's web was not a worm, not a bird, but an eagle, Heng Wushu had no choice, he couldn't eat this food. He only retreats, only drags, the same steps, the same method, in the past he can drag down the enemy, today he can only drag himself, the trap is still laid, his knife can break the 'immortal evil venerable', but it can't hurt his people, breaking the momentum can weaken the power of the enemy's moves, not so fast, not so coherent, in the past this advantage is very useful, it is likely to turn things around, now it is just better than hard fighting, you can delay some more time than hard fighting.

Heng Wushu's skills are very deep, his sword skills are very strong, and his tactics are very good, but in the eyes of the 'Immortal Evil Venerable', these things are useless, and they don't pose a threat to him at all. Others strive to be so skillful in their tactics and how clever their tactics are, but the 'Immortal Evil Venerable' never attaches importance to tactics, and if he doesn't pay attention to tactics, he doesn't necessarily have no brains, on the contrary, he has a lot of brains, and he scoffs at tactics because he has something better than tactics - strategy.

When he was defeated for the first time, he realized that no matter how good the tactics were, they would not be useful after all, and no matter how good the moves were, there would always be times when they were not playing well, and only when there were no flaws in their own practice was the real strength once and for all, and the moves were just better to beat the strength out and destroy it better, so it didn't matter what flaws there were.

Therefore, he formulated a long-term strategy, and spent half his life creating a 'double breath immortality' according to his special physique, so that he was still insufficient, and he hit the iron armor, and combined the iron armor with the internal force. He was very satisfied with his martial arts and creativity, so he was even more arrogant and domineering, if he wasn't afraid of death by nature and didn't dare to try lightly, maybe he wouldn't even be able to put the 'thunder god' and 'dragon god' in his eyes, of course, he also had self-knowledge, he didn't think he would die to the two of them, but he didn't dare to be cheeky and say that he could compare with the two.