"Buzz!!"

is also staring ahead, Xia Xun's mood is even calmer.

But before the words fell, the black-red "thick smoke" in the distance seemed to be stimulated by the sound of the sword, and the piercing noise suddenly made a big noise! With the sound, the countless red dots behind the tide and fog suddenly turned into a roll of black-red clouds and rushed out! In an instant, the noise was chaotic, the wind was howling, the mud in the swamp was blown messily and splashed, and the branches and leaves of the locust tree in the distance pierced through the holes in an instant. Looking at it again, what rushed out from behind the tide and fog was not some other demons and monsters, but mosquitoes!

I never thought that the swamp mosquitoes that had disappeared since entering the valley were all hidden here...

And, they don't look like mosquitoes at all.

Horror, hideous, crazy.

Each of them is the thickness of a thumb, and is more like a cockroach than a mosquito. Deep red eyes, glowing with bloodthirst. Gray-black wings, almost no flesh, a skeleton, six bone legs with barbs, and a spear-like pointed beak, the appearance is really hideous. Although I don't know how toxic it is, if ordinary people are scolded, I'm afraid it is far from being as simple as a pustule. However, their horror lies not in this, but in their staggering numbers. As Xia Xun said, from the northwest to the northeast, from the ground to the canopy, and even in the crevices of the soil, in the surface of the mud. As far as the eye can see, almost all of them are there, densely packed!

If you want to enter the valley, you must pass through here.

In the current situation, they have no choice but to fight...

Xia Xun seemed to have expected this mosquito tide that suddenly appeared in the dense forest. Although his expression was inevitably a little flustered, the spirit between his eyebrows was very full and not timid. Without waiting for the mosquito tide to approach, standing behind Mo Xian, Xia Xun shouted an order unhurriedly: "Gather your strength and concentrate, and the sword will swing the eight wildernesses." ”

"Poof!"

Then the order started, and Mo Xian's expression froze.

Half a foot of silver suddenly bloomed up and down his body, and a heavy sword phantom appeared behind him. There was no slowness, and then, Qing Feng swept forward with a shake, sweeping out several zhang sword qi and slashing directly at the surging mosquito tide!

"Sha..."

Although Mo Xian's sword style seems to be sharp, it is actually very ordinary.

But I don't know if it's because Mo Xian's sword is too strong, or if those scary mosquitoes are in vain. A sword started to cut out dozens of zhang, the speed was not fast, and where it passed, the corpse mosquitoes in the mosquito tide were like blind eyes, and they didn't dodge, and they hit the sword qi straight up. Under the collision, the results can be imagined, and they are all reduced to ashes. A surging tide of mosquitoes was easily cut out of a gap.

It's just that it's too early to be relieved at this time...

After the mosquito tide, there is still a black and red mosquito tide. The gap that was cut open did not last long, and within a few breaths after the sword qi was exhausted, countless corpse mosquitoes in the back surged up, like a real tide, filling the gap in an instant. The damage of Mo Xian's sword did not cause substantial damage to the mosquito tide, only delaying their surging momentum a little.

"It's crispy..."

With a sword, Xia Xun was not surprised, and even had a little bit of luck.

He spoke again, and lightly drank two sword moves: "Northwest and Northeast, the five directions are purified - and three are clear." Due north, everything is inexhaustible. ”

"Buzz!"

"Chirp!!"

The words fell, and the sword roared again.

The three-foot Qingfeng immediately turned into a silver snake, and in just a few breaths, Mo Xian slashed out more than 300 swords in a row in the northwest and northeast directions. One sword turns into three clears, three clears into endless, and the endless sword qi breaks out of the wind in the shape of a crescent, quickly slashing into the mosquito tide, and explodes countless small waves of qi one after another. Taking advantage of the gap where the mosquito tide attack was suppressed by the sword qi, Mo Xian quickly withdrew the Qingfeng sword, and the two fingers of his left hand were steadily pressed on the blade of the sword one foot and three inches, and the heavy qi was almost a breath, and then he took a step forward and stabbed out another sword suddenly!

"Rush!!"

Qi followed the sword, full of power, and the sword shadow behind him suddenly bloomed!

The sword qi that stabbed out with the sword instantly condensed into a silver beam with an extremely high temperature, and stabbed out with the heavy sword phantom behind Mo Xian. The phantom is the blade, and the beam is the body, like a silver sword magnified thousands of times, stabbing into the abdomen of the mosquito tide!

"Sasha..."

The sword qi passed, the trees broke and the mosquitoes disappeared, and everything disappeared.

The scorching heat instantly evaporated the moisture from the swamp and the damp fog in the nearby air. The surging mosquito tide was suddenly pierced with a gap several zhang long and wide, straight and deep. This time, Xia Xun didn't seem so calm, the opportunity was in front of him, and he didn't hesitate to shout quickly: "Leap into the clouds, enter!"

"Instantly!"

Xia Xun spoke quickly, Mo Xian's reaction was faster, and he had no doubts.

Before the word "cloud" was shouted, he directly grabbed Xia Xun with one hand, stepped with his left foot, kicked the ground with his right foot, and jumped out of the gap that was cut by the mosquito tide and rushed in!

The figure turns into an afterimage, and the afterimage turns into a streamer and a broken shadow.

Mo Xian's sword is fast, and many people know it. But how fast Mo Xian's light work is, Xia Xun knows best. Because he was taken away by Mo Xian, it was not the first time. But when I saw and heard the sound of breaking the wind, the objects in front of my eyes flickered, and in the blink of an eye, they completely changed their appearance. Xia Xun had already been carried by Mo Xian into the mosquito tide for dozens of zhang, and the sword qi cut open the end of the gap.

"Buzz!!"

"Buzz!!"

In the midst of the mosquito infestation, you know that it is terrible.

Originally, in the distance, the sound of mosquitoes was still noisy, but now Xia Xun and Mo Xian went deep into the mosquito tide, wrapped in countless corpse mosquitoes, and the noise was like thousands of gongs and drums ringing in the ears, making people crazy! And the madness, not only people, but also those endless corpse mosquitoes! The breath of the living seemed to stimulate their bloodthirsty nature again, and as Xia Xun and the two rushed in, the eyes of all the corpse mosquitoes were faintly filled with a trace of blood, and the collective burst out with a trembling sound of "buzz"! Then, the flood tide turned into a storm in a blink of an eye! With a radius of hundreds of zhang, black and red, countless corpse mosquitoes rushed directly towards the two of them as if they were dying!

Such a battle is like a silent night.

Xia Xun and Mo Xian are not idle...

"The left four into seven, turn to Qiankun, and turn the southeast twelve and nine to one!"

"Enter the fifth right three, the three northeast Taiji Wuji!"

"Southwest, northwest, seven stars and moon!"

"Southeast, Northeast, Liuhe is the only one!"

"Southwest..."

Ling, sword dance.

The three-foot Qingfeng bloomed with a bunch of silver mangs, Xia Xun drank it out, and Mo Xian was a sword move. The speed of the sword was so fast, faster than the sound, and there was no gap between the moves, only to see a silver butterfly, with an ethereal green shirt, moving according to the order of drinking, constantly shuttling forward in the boundless mosquito tide. The sword qi burst out one after another, and the brilliance was like meteors piercing the black-red silent night, cutting down patches of red glow.

And the current scene, how can he ever be familiar...

I still remember that half a year ago, didn't Xia Xun and Mo Xian kill the Quartet with one sword on the Pure Yang Concept of Yueyang City?

It's just that at that time, the enemy was a pure yang disciple, and now it is a mosquito, and the three thousand silver swords have also turned into a tide of mosquitoes. Of course, it is said to be the same, but in fact it is very different. Although the individual strength of the corpse mosquito is not good, Mo Xian can sweep through it with a sword. However, no matter how powerful the Pure Yang disciple is, at least he will lie down if he is beaten, but these mosquitoes in front of him are only crazy, and there is still a piece after a wave of sword extinguishment, which is simply endless. In the face of such an enemy, even if the sword move is fast, it will look embarrassing, just like a beautiful flower paper umbrella supporting two people walking in a storm, how can there be a reason not to get wet heels by the rain?

"Advance into four flats and five bursts, gossip in the Northeast. ”

"The southwest eleven turns Qiankun, and the northwest gives birth to Taiji. ”

"Huh!"

"The floating light moves into three and moves right..."

"Ahh

"Things swallow the sun and the moon..."

“......”

Quick order fast sword, with a drip-tight match.

But when Xia Xun and Mo Xian went deep into the inner abdomen of the mosquito tide, used the sword as an umbrella, and then forcibly advanced more than 100 zhang, the dripping flower paper umbrella still leaked. Baimi was always negligent, and the first corpse mosquito finally broke through the blockade of Mo Xian's sword wall by various coincidences, and stung Xia Xun's exposed arm fiercely. This sting is terrible, Xia Xun's whole arm seemed to be pierced by fire and charcoal in an instant, and tears were about to fall from the pain. It was at this sluggish moment that there was a gap in Xia Xun's words, which directly caused the three-foot Qingfeng in Mo Xian's hand to slow down for a moment. One move is slow, the move is slow, but the corpse mosquitoes that pounce down like waves will not be slow, taking advantage of the gap between the two sword moves of Mo Xian, seven or eight fierce corpse mosquitoes broke through the blockade of the sword wall again, and stabbed Xia Xun's face and hands on the leaking skin. Although, at the moment when he was bitten by the first corpse mosquito, Xia Xun was already mentally prepared to continue to be bitten, but the pain caused by the burning was not something that an uncultivated scholar like him could endure if he said he could endure it. Xia Xun screamed in pain again, and the drink was suddenly delayed by half a beat again. And without the guidance of the sword order, although the power of the three-foot Qingfeng in Mo Xian's hand is undiminished, it has lost the perfect connection of the enemy first, just like a fragile flower paper umbrella under the pouring rain has been punctured into a small hole, and in an instant, the small mouth has been beaten into a hole by the majestic rain, and endless corpse mosquitoes have rushed along this hole!

"Retreat from the sixth and the right three, and the six are the only ones!"

"Tai Chi is born in situ, the firmament is broken, the three are clear, the human sword is one, and you can travel freely!"

"Buzz!!"

Qingfeng is three feet, and the enemy is three feet.

But for an enemy within three feet, it pales in comparison.

Due to the narrow space and the fact that there were too many corpse mosquitoes that broke through the sword wall one after another, Mo Xian's sword moves became more and more restricted, no matter how Xia Xun gritted his teeth and drank the order to remedy, the two of them still could not escape the situation of being frantically bitten by endless corpse mosquitoes. In just a few breaths, Xia Xun and Mo Xian's exposed heads, hands, and even their bodies through their clothes were bitten by corpse mosquitoes and countless pus, and the feeling of burning was painful.

And a few breaths back, the defeat is coming.

The fragile flower paper umbrella was gradually broken by the mosquito tide, and Mo Xian's sword lost its last effect, and a wave of mosquitoes directly pounced down from all directions, and it looked like it was about to completely engulf the two people's bodies...

At the critical moment, Xia Xun frowned helplessly. After only one breath of hesitation, Xia Xun gritted his teeth and shouted again!

"Spit out the old and embrace the new, sit and forget about yourself, Zhenshan River!"

"Yikes!"

Three sword moves, and one in one to make a big drink!

Mo Xianyan also frowned when he heard this, and there was a glimmer of hesitation...

The people in the rivers and lakes of the world are probably no strangers to the three swords that Xia Xun drank at this time, especially the people in the rivers and lakes who experienced the Yueyang night banquet not long ago. Because, these three sword styles, without exception, are the best life-saving mastery of the Pure Yang Palace. Spit out the old and accept the new, and the flesh is armor. Sitting and forgetting selflessness, the inner qi becomes a shield. On the day of Yueyang's night banquet, Zhou Yuanshan relied on two of these three styles to regain a small life from the combined killing of twelve Wang Realm powers. Its ability to resist the enemy can be seen from this. However, the three life-saving techniques also have a flaw that cannot be ignored, that is, - drawing the ground as a prison.

This is also where Mo Xian hesitates...

Facing the enemy, pay attention to momentum, and then decline and exhaustion. Even if it is surrounded by mosquitoes at the moment, it will welcome "ten thousand armies to rush and kill", and indeed only the strategy of "fortifying the wall and clearing the wilderness" can ensure temporary safety. However, Xia Xun's sword order was extremely stubborn, which made Mo Xian difficult to understand. Even if it's not good, a rush to break through may be able to get a better result...

It's just that the plotter is in charge, and the general is in charge of the sword.

There is no room for suspicion!

Therefore, Mo Xian's hesitation only existed for a moment. In an instant...

"Yikes!!"

"Sew!!"

He resolutely roared and shouted, and the qi of his whole body skyrocketed several times in vain!

The flames burned, and the furious aura instantly turned all the corpse mosquitoes that were leaning on Mo Xian's body into ashes. Immediately afterwards, his right hand Qingfeng lifted the sword flower to his chest, and the two fingers of his left hand cut through the flesh along the blade, and a wisp of fresh water sprinkled on the sword body with castration. Qingfeng was bloodthirsty, and immediately dyed the sword groove red, emitting a "hum" sword roar. A majestic aura that seemed to be brewed by the Nine Heavens Thunderclouds was then infused into the three-foot Qingfeng from Mo Xian's body, and then frantically leaked out from the sword blade! Just when Mo Xian fused the momentum of his whole body with the sword momentum of the Qingfeng Sword to the extreme, he suddenly turned the sword blade with his hand and thrust it into the ground!

A loud drink!

"Zhenshanhe!!"

"Sewing !!"