Before he could finish speaking, Chang'an punched Yin Hu in the chest. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There was a cracking sound of bones, and this punch full of anger actually dented Yin Hu's chest.

I thought that saying the Nine Hidden Valley would make Chang'an have some scruples and give up, but Yin Hu didn't expect that Chang'an not only did not hesitate, but the power of that punch not only did not decrease, but also broke his six sternums, but unfortunately he didn't know that Chang'an had never heard of the name of the Nine Hidden Valley, let alone what the Nine Hidden Valley was.

The punch not only shattered the placket of Yin Hu's back, but also took Yin Hu to break the poplar tree behind him and shake down a large area of snow.

The cold light in his eyes appeared in Chang'an, without saying a word, he took a deep breath, probed the void with his left hand, grabbed it violently, and the spirit of the spirit overflowed, and the Qiuyue sword inserted in the distance made a loud buzz, trembling, and suddenly flew out, with the majestic sword qi of pulling out the mountain and lifting the top, with the action of Chang'an's hand, he cut the sky and slashed towards Yin Hu, who was buried in the snow.

"Ahhh

Just as the Qiuyue Sword was approaching, Yin Hu shouted violently, a momentum that was stronger than just now, and suddenly with an unstoppable spirit, he lifted the snow in a radius of fifty meters, and the wind that rolled up not only shook the surrounding trees, but also pushed away Chang'an, who was standing not far away.

Yin Hu, whose face was covered with blood, the tip of his nose collapsed, and his miserable appearance suddenly stood up, spit out a few bloody teeth that were shattered by Chang'an, grabbed the Qiuyue Sword that was cultivated to a shock, his eyes were solemn, and he gasped: "You and I monks, why bother fighting for life and death for just a few ants..."

Glancing at the Qiuyue Sword in his hand with fiery eyes, Yin Hu coughed dryly, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and continued: "I admit it, you are very strong..."

Saying this, Yin Hu subconsciously looked at the shining wind talisman on Chang'an's body.

The light emitted by these hundred wind talismans gathered together, making Chang'an at this moment look like a sun standing behind him, extremely dazzling, and what Yin Hu didn't expect was that Chang'an was so old, not only did he have an innate grade flying sword, but even the spirit runes and pills seemed to be endless, which was not at all something that an ordinary disciple could have.

If it is said that Chang'an is a loose cultivation, no one believes that the flying sword of the innate grade is not something that can be owned if you want to have it, and this kind of treasure that can only be taken out by cultivating the immortal sect is almost all given by the elders to the younger generations.

Chang'an looked at Yin Hu, who was constantly dripping blood from the corner of his mouth, and recalled the villagers who died tragically in the hands of Yin Hu, and his anger once again surged into his bloodshot eyes like a flood that opened the valve.

Sensing the murderous intent that appeared strongly on Chang'an's body again, Yin Hu simply threw the Qiuyue Sword in his hand in front of Chang'an, and continued in a hoarse voice: "You can't kill me, with my cultivation of the eleventh layer of Gathering Spirits, even if it is consumed, it can dry up your spiritual sea, and you have no power to fight, even if you have many spirit runes, in the end, you will lose both... For the sake of mere mortals, it's really not worth it, it's better to stop, I'll leave, and I won't appear in the northern border in the future..."

Chang'an frowned, sensing the little spiritual power left, he couldn't help gritting his teeth and clenching his fists.

Yin Hu is right, in this situation, sooner or later he will fall into passivity because of the drying up of spiritual power, even if the spirit rune is thrown out, at most it will be a lose-lose, Yin Hu wants to run, and he will have no spiritual power at that time, and there will be no way to chase him.

Seeing that Chang'an's expression was as usual, and there seemed to be no abnormal movement, but the breath on his body gradually calmed down after a few breaths, Yin Hu couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, smiled and clenched his fists, and praised in a vague voice: "The so-called don't fight and don't know each other, Daoyou has such an opportunity to create at such an age, I don't know if I can make friends with you?"

"Befriending?"

Walking in front of the Qiu Yue Sword, his mind moved slightly, and the Qiu Yue Sword immediately returned to its original appearance of three inches, was held in Chang'an's hand, looked at Yin Hu with a sneer, and said disdainfully: "Friendship with an evil cultivator like you who has annihilated human nature, I am afraid that the air I breathe will be stinky..."

The smile on Yin Hu's face suddenly froze, looking at the back of turning and leaving, trying his best to suppress the evil fire in his heart and the plan to sneak attack Chang'an, he secretly took out a healing pill from the storage bag and swallowed it, preparing to leave.

Who knows, at this moment, Chang'an, who had just walked a few steps, was suddenly stunned, and the startled Yin Hu slowed down, stared at it, and just saw that the hundred wind talismans attached to Chang'an's body seemed to have reached the limit, shattered, turned into a little piece of paper, and fell to the ground and spontaneously combusted.

What disappeared with the Wind Talisman was the little spiritual power left in Chang'an's body.

This sudden scene, the startled Chang'an was stunned, his heart was shocked, and under the arrogant cruel smile in his ears, his face changed violently, and he turned his head violently, and saw Yin Hu waving his sleeves, and the blood-colored dagger that shot again came rushing with a monstrous killing machine, this speed was so fast that Chang'an had no time to use Wu Lian's holy strength to resist.

Seeing the blood-colored dagger in front of him under the sound of breaking through the air, Chang An raised his eyebrows, and suddenly thought of the fan sword.

In the flash of light, Chang An didn't say a word, slapped the storage bag, and at the same time, a clanging roar carried a powerful force, so that Yin Hu, who was staring at it in the distance with a look of ecstasy, immediately screamed when he saw the strange fan-shaped sword that suddenly appeared.

Chang'an didn't expect that this Yin Hu would be so ruthless, and he used all the spiritual power to inject into the blood-colored dagger, and after being blocked by the fan sword, the strength it exuded pushed him back more than a dozen steps one after another, and the blood-colored dagger first hit his body, then it was not a blood hole, but his whole body was blown into flesh and blood.

But what shocked Chang'an even more was that the strange fan sword found in the instrument hall not only resisted Yin Hu's full blow, but also under the black glow of the whole body, like a demon soul Yan, devouring the blood-colored dagger little by little, that scene, just like the blood-colored dagger did not hit the fan sword, but fell in the swamp of black smoke, no matter how it struggled, it was difficult to get rid of the claws of the fan sword.

At the same time, Yin Hu in the distance seemed to be crazy, holding his head, screaming, using his own essence blood to refine the blood-colored dagger that had been cultivated for decades, which was equivalent to a soul of Yin Hu, and the sword devoured the blood-colored dagger, making Yin Hu suddenly feel that his entire body was as if it had been eaten by ten thousand insects, and he was in pain.

Chang An gasped in fright, looked at Yin Hu, who was screaming and struggling on the ground in the distance, and used his hands to deduct shocking blood marks on his face, and couldn't help but look at the fan sword in horror.

The cold hair stood upside down, Chang'an looked at Yin Hu who was rolling on the ground again, and couldn't survive but couldn't die, his eyes couldn't bear it, and he slapped his palm at his feet, and at the same time, a sleepy nail that broke through the ground penetrated Yin Hu's head silently, with a blood line, ending Yin Hu's pain, and the creepy screams that echoed around him.

When the cold wind hit, Chang An couldn't help but shiver, swallowed his saliva, stared at the blood-colored dagger, the whole body flickered brightly and darkly, and the fan sword that beat like a heart could no longer bear the consumption and tense nerves brought by this continuous vicious fight, and he collapsed to the ground and breathed heavily.