Xiong Wei's gray robe flew in the wind and snow, and people followed the sword up and down, the sword emitted a blue cold light for a while, and a silver murderous aura for a while, and the silver armor of the goddess Shura shone like lightning in front of people's eyes. 【Fengyun Reading Network】

"Dang" The three-pointed two-edged knife of the goddess Shura stuck Xiong Wei's divine sword again.

Xiong Wei squinted his eyes and looked at her and said: "I have no grievances with you in the past and no enmity in the near future, why do you recruit * and aggressive * people, you have to put me to death!"

"Hmph, boy, people don't have to have a grudge against someone in this world to put each other to death. The goddess Shura said and used another force to press down Xiong Wei's divine sword a little.

Xiong Wei lifted up hard, and the goddess Shura continued to press down, and the two sides did not back down.

Xiong Wei was a little angry, he also used his strength, trying to suppress the momentum of the goddess Shura, his voice was a little low, and said, "Do you have to put me to death today?"

A charming smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of the goddess Shura, there was an indescribable murderous aura in this smile, and she said lightly: "It's not for me to have the final say, I have to ask if my knife wants to drink blood today." ”

The wind was blowing, the snow was falling heavier and heavier, and the branches of the trees were pressed with a thick layer of snow, and a thin layer of snowflakes had accumulated on Xiong Qi's Excalibur.

Don't look at Xiong Wei intently, a thick layer of snow has been piled up on his head and shoulders, and he asked thoughtfully: "Don't say, I know you're still there, tell me how long this kid can hold on." ”

"Thou shalt not say, thou shalt not say, thou shalt not say what thou shalt not say. ”

"Don't say it, don't say anything. I just want to ask you, with your years of hard work and understanding of Xiaoyaozi, how long do you say this kid can last. ”

"Don't say it, don't say it!"

"You're really boring! you can't say it!" Dead Faceless was a little impatient, although he didn't intend to hear the unspeakable answer, but as long as he said it, his heart was still a little irritable. He turned his head to see that the dead were all dead, and asked, "What do you say?"

Dead are dead and shook their heads, "It's hard to say, it's hard to say!"

"Okay, okay, don't say it if it's hard to say. It's annoying enough to have one that can't be said, but now it's hard to say, and you're annoyed to death. ”

Dead Don't shake the snow on his body, and guessed: "I originally thought that this kid wouldn't be able to pick up a few tricks, but now it seems that it is very different from what I thought." I originally thought that this kid would be able to hold on for a while, half an hour at most, but I didn't expect it to be more than an hour now. The two of them are still competing, this is going to be the same time!"

The more you talk about it, the more impatient you become.

"The two of them are better than theirs, what does it matter to you, you look at yours, and if you don't want to see it, you can leave!" said the Drill Rat as he waited for an opportunity.

Dead Don't look at the Drill Mouse, and said coldly: "Stinky Mouse, I know what you want to do." I advise you not to have any bad ideas, otherwise Xiaoyaozi will definitely not let you go. Also, Lao Tzu wants to watch a good show now, don't mix up Lao Tzu's good show, otherwise, you will look good!"

"Shameless death, don't think I can't beat you. I'm just going to rush over and kill that kid now, what can you do to me?"

"Boom!" As soon as the two of them finished speaking, they heard a loud bang, and both Xiong Wei and the goddess Shura took several steps back.

The trunk of the tree shook a few times, and with a "click", a thick branch broke off and fell into the snow, leaving a thick crater.

The goddess Shura looked at Xiong Wei, she exhaled deeply and gently cleared her throat.

"Oh no, cover your ears!" shouted Dead Shameless.

The wind was blowing, and there was a beautiful song in the wind.

The snow drifted and the wind rose, the ice was frozen for thousands of miles, and Shura woke up. To struggle, to conquer, sharp knives like lightning, forward, fearless. Believe in your own bravery, strength can open up the world. The future will not exist for the weak, and the fate will be controlled by oneself. Lunge forward and let the blade pierce the hearts of your enemies......

"Could this be the song of death rumored by the rivers and lakes?" said the Drill Rat with a lot of effort, covering his ears.

The beautiful and proud goddess Shura has always looked at no one and despised everything in the world, and her bloodthirsty aggressiveness is as aggressive as her beauty. As soon as the song came out, the people of Death Valley also hummed along with the song.

The reason why the goddess Shura can rank second among the killers is that her beautiful singing voice is unmatched.

Legend has it that the song of the battle in Death Valley can make the enemy lose his mind and make the Shura warriors increase their combat effectiveness.

The war song of Death Valley in the rivers and lakes can be said to be terrifying, and the people in the rivers and lakes simply call this song the song of death. If the person who hears the song does not have the strength to go home, he will bleed to death, even if he is an opponent with strong skills, he must resist with internal strength to be without major problems.

Xiong Wei looked at the goddess Shura, his ears were buzzing, his eyes suddenly stared blankly ahead, he felt that his body was empty as if he was about to float up completely, and he didn't know where he went.

He slowly walked towards the goddess Shura, and in the dark, he seemed to see Xia Yun's shadow.

"Amitabha!" A Buddha horn sounded, and a fat monk in a yellow coat walked out.

The Buddha name is like a clear spring injected into people's hearts, Xiong Wei also felt that a clear spring was injected from the top of his head, and the heat in his heart seemed to have rushed out after meeting a long-lost relative.

"Ah!" Xiong Wei suddenly came to his senses, he looked at the goddess Shura not far away, suddenly realized, and shouted, "You are not Xia Yun." ”

The goddess Shura hurriedly picked up the three-pointed two-edged knife and stabbed it like a bear with a quick sword.

"Bang!" Xiong Wei then waved the sword in his hand, and the sword of the goddess Shura flew under the divine sword.

The goddess Shura was disturbed by the fat monk at the moment when she was close to victory, and her heart was even more aroused by the ** of the battle, and she raised the knife in her hand and stabbed at the fat monk.

"Amitabha!" the fat monk held the sword of the goddess Shura in both hands and looked at it indifferently.

The goddess Shura pulled hard, and the knife was pulled out of the fat monk's hand, and the goddess Shura flew into the sky, grabbed the knife that Fei drew with one hand, turned around and landed next to the fat monk, and stabbed again.

"Amitabha!" The fat monk held the sword of the goddess Shura in both hands, still looked at it indifferently, and said, "Donor, after so many years, your anger is still so great. ”

"Dead monk, let you be nosy. Back then, seeing that you were a monk and didn't fight with you, you didn't know that the Shura warriors were fearless!"

The goddess Shura forcefully pulled out the war knife from the fat monk's hand and put the knife on the fat monk's neck.

"If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell, if the sword of the goddess Shura must see blood, let the old man do it himself, so as not to add a level of sin to you. The fat monk said calmly.

"Hmph!" the goddess Shura looked at the fat monk hatefully and pulled the blade off the fat monk's neck, "You yourself are dead, your life is worthless." ”

"Amitabha!" The fat monk looked at the goddess Shura, stepped forward to look at Xiong Wei standing on the snow, and saluted, "Master Xiong, don't come unharmed." ”

Xiong Wei looked in the direction where the voice came from, and the person who came was the abbot of Shaolin Temple, and he hurriedly folded his hands and saluted in return and said, "Where did the master come from?"

"Just passing by, I heard the sound of a fight, so let's take a look!" the fat monk saluted and continued: "Master Xiong, I was fascinated by Miyin just now, and now it's okay." ”

"Thank you, Master, for saving your life. Why did the master come, and where is he going?"

The fat monk smiled slightly and replied, "I came from Shaolin, and I heard that this Lingyin Temple had a catastrophe, so I came to help. ”

"Oh?" Xiong Wei subconsciously looked at the people who had been plotted and were unconscious just now, and asked, "The master is here for them." The poison of the cold dragon in them is now unconscious, can the master have an antidote to save him?"

"Amitabha. Life and death are fate, that Leng Long is a master of poison, and there is nothing he can do about it. ”

Xiong Wei exhaled lightly, what was not very hopeful in the first place was only more disappointed now.

"Although the old man can't save them, the old man can save more people and keep more people from being harmed!" the fat monk said very seriously.

"Oh, master, what do you mean by that?"

"The first divine sword in the world of martial arts, the Leisurely Sword, hides a shocking secret, whoever gets the Leisurely Sword, who can command the heroes and dominate the rivers and lakes. ”

The Shaolin abbot continued to say flatly: "The major sects of martial arts are Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei...... Jointly issued a Jianghu order: snatch the sword and hunt down Xiong Wei. Of course, the old man will eliminate harm for the people!"

"What do you want? Xiong asked as he stepped back, clutching the hilt of his sword tightly.

"Amitabha!" The Shaolin abbot looked at the divine sword in Xiong Wei's hand, he knew this sword, but after this sword was said to be a divine sword, he looked at it as if he didn't recognize it, "This is the sword of Huangshan?

Xiong Wei looked at the fat monk, and suddenly felt that the way he looked at him was very strange, and asked, "Could it be that the master also wants Xiong Wei's life?"

"The bear donor is too worried. Xiong Shizhu is a rare chivalrous man. These people were all poisoned because of the Divine Sword, and the top ten killers on the rivers and lakes who have not appeared for many years are also here today for this Divine Sword. This divine sword is the root of all evil, and in order to solve everything, it is necessary to get rid of the root of all evils. ”

Xiong Wei frowned, squinted at the fat monk and said, "Master, what do you want to do?"

"Righteous people practice evil law, evil law is also good, evil people practice right law, right law is evil, everything is idealistic. The donor has a righteous heart that there are few people in the world, and he should consider the common people in the world. This move of the donor will definitely resolve all grievances. ”

"Master, it's better to go around the bend, let's be straight!"

"I want the donor to hand over this sword to me, and I will take it back to Shaolin for safekeeping, and I will break the thoughts of the Jianghu people. ”

Xiong Wei smiled at the corner of his mouth, and thought: This old monk is still here for the sword, and he will hand over this sword to you, won't the person who wants this sword go to Shaolin Temple to steal it?

Before he could speak, he heard another voice in the snow: "Don't!"