In an instant, the flames of war were rekindled, and the killing machine reappeared. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Shangguan Jinhong's thoughts are known to all three of them, but what can they do if they know? For the sake of today's plan, only by solving the opponent in front of him as soon as possible can they rescue the people of the Ming Sect. Both sides have understood each other's intentions, and as soon as they make a move, it will be a trick, killing every step of the way, and the move will be fatal. I saw that Shangguan Jinhong's body was as light as a swallow, and his body was not as fast as the top masters in the rivers and lakes, and the dragon and phoenix child and mother ring in his hand swayed freely, and the ring was offensive, like an endless tide, endless. Xiao Li flies the knife, and there is no false hair. Shangguan Jinhong knew that Li Xunhuan was powerful, and as soon as he made a move, he rushed to attack, and there was no chance for Li Xunhuan to make a move.

Although Xiao Li's flying knife is strong, if Li Xunhuan without a flying knife and Li Xunhuan who can't send a flying knife, it will be like a tiger losing its teeth, with no deterrence, but no combat power. Under the pressure of Shangguan Jinhong step by step, Li Xunhuan, who could not make a knife, could only retreat again and again. Shangguan Jinhong has been cultivating the dragon and phoenix child and mother ring for many years, and he has long been a realm without a ring in his hand and a ring in his heart. No trace, no indestructible. A ring flew out, and it was like a golden light and thunder exploding, collapsing mountains and rubble, and the power was endless.

"Li Xunhuan, I see where else can you retreat? Suffer death!" Another ring struck, one ring after another, and Li Xunhuan didn't even have a chance to breathe. Finally, Li Xunhuan had no way to retreat, and Shangguan Jinhong's eyes were overjoyed, believing that the other party would not die or be seriously injured under his own attack. There is no way back, so there is no need to retreat. Li Xunhuan's eyes flickered, his eyes were certain, and he seemed to have made a major decision. But seeing that Li Xunhuan ignored the flying double rings, he was calm, and would rather be seriously injured or even die, and vowed to send out his own knife. This knife is the first knife of the wind and clouds, and the wind and clouds are also in the sky. This knife, with the cooperation of spirit and spirit, the breath is worthy of the heart, the righteousness of the vast world, towering and unstoppable. The flying knife was so fast, even Shangguan Jinhong didn't catch a trace for a while. Trapped in the Qing Dynasty back then, but now it has been solved, it is like a fish in water, the sea and the sky, and the realm of flying knives is on a higher level, which is not what it used to be. Li Xunhuan's realm is already above Shangguan Jinhong at the moment, and Shangguan Jinhong can't resist Li Xunhuan's flying knife in his original book, and now he can't.

"Bang" Shuanghuan broke through the air, Li Xunhuan couldn't dodge, so he could only try his best to turn his body to the side and dodge the fatal blow, but Shuanghuan still hit his shoulder hard, and suddenly the blood flowed, Li Xunhuan was seriously injured and lost his combat strength. Shangguan Jinhong, on the other hand, was distracted, his face was full of disbelief, and there was a glowing flying knife on his throat, which attracted people's attention.

Li Xunhuan sighed: "Even if your ring path is the way of power, but you are subservient to others, and your realm cannot be improved again." It's a pity. ”

"Daddy!"

Shangguan Fei, who was fighting in the distance, saw his god-like father die under the enemy's flying knife, and suddenly lost his mind and cried bitterly, and hurriedly rushed over, not seeing Wen Dongyang's sword blade slashing at all. In an instant, the sword light flashed, the blood flowers fell, Shangguan Fei's face was shocked, and he fell to the ground with a bang, lifeless.

Shangguan Jinhong's death was particularly fatal to the Money Gang, and Jing Wusheng, who was entangled with Ding Dian, also trembled, as if his life had lost any meaning in an instant. He is the shadow of Shangguan Jinhong, without Shangguan Jinhong, there will be no shadow of him. The only thing he could do was to avenge Shangguan Jinhong, but he saw his figure sweep away, and he came to Li Xunhuan in a blink of an eye. Ding Dian secretly screamed badly, and shouted: "Brother Li be careful!" At the same time, without Jing Wu's checks and balances, Hua Wu Yujing and Xiaodie were just the pinnacle of Yuqing, how could they be the opponents of Ding Dian under anger, but in just one wrong time, the two fell into the hands of Ding Dian.

Ding Dian's figure was in shape for a moment, and he was in a hurry to chase Jing for no life, although Li Xunhuan was seriously injured in both shoulders and could not use the knife. But the light skill is still there, one moves, one gossip changes, and he dodges Jing Wusheng's weird left-handed swordsmanship. And Jing Wuxian was in a hurry, so he changed to a sword with his right hand, and the sword move was one point faster, and this point was the point that decided Li Xunhuan's life and death. Seeing Jing Wuming stabbing out a sword, completely ignoring the palms attacked by Ding Dian behind him, it was obvious that Jing Wuming had already saved his will to die, and he took the move of burning the jade. There is no defense, only offense, faster, faster, like a streamer, in an instant.

Li Xunhuan never thought that a person who used the left-handed swordsmanship would be even faster and more powerful in his right-handed sword. However, Li Xunhuan's years of experience in the rivers and lakes made Li Xunhuan react quickly, and he saw only a few figures.

Jing Wuming shouted: "Li Xunhuan, go to hell and repent!" The sword moves with the wind, fast as the wind, fast as electricity, light as a feather, and as steady as Mount Tai. Blood gushed out, Li Xunhuan was injured and injured, Jing Wuxing's face turned gloomy, knowing that his sword was stabbed, and if he lost this opportunity, he would no longer be able to kill Li Xunhuan. Sure enough, Ding Dian's palms arrived almost at the same time, slapping Jing Wusheng's back, blood gushing like a spring, and the scarlet blood stained the snow on the ground red.

When Jing Wusheng fell, Li Xunhuan couldn't hold on, and fell down suddenly, but was helped up by Ding Dian. asked, "Brother Li, you are seriously injured, and now it is important to heal." My "Divine Illumination Sutra" is a healing masterpiece, and I will do it for you. ”

Li Xunhuan stopped: "If the enemy is not eliminated, how can Brother Ding disregard everyone's lives because of me." I know my body that I won't be able to die for a while. The old man of Tianji is still fighting against strong enemies, you go and help. ”

Ding Dian saw that Li Xunhuan had made up his mind, so he rushed into the enemy formation, punched and kicked, and several masters flew out and died of serious injuries.

At this moment, the impact of the sword in the air and the heavenly rod has reached a fever pitch. The old man of Tianji is unfathomable, the stick technique is exquisite, and the hundred-mile evergreen sword technique is light and weird, and the changes are endless, and there is only the sonorous sound of gold and iron in time and space. Hundreds of miles of evergreen murderous aura forced the sky, such as Changhong, like angry waves, like a raging wind, like a flame-like energy pierced the sky, and hit the old man of the heavenly machine. And the old man of Tianji soared up, people were like immortals in the sky, and the waving Tianji rod was like a heavenly river pouring down, which was so amazing that it was unbelievable. There were several more roars and explosions, and the two were on par, on par.

Coincidentally, Baili Changqing saw that Jing Wu's life Shangguan Jin Hong's father and son were dead, Hua Wuyu and Jing Xiaodie were also killed, only he was left in the world, and seeing Ding Dian killing in anger, Baili Changqing knew that today's things were no longer possible, so he retreated, so he ordered to retreat. But how could the old man of Tianji let him get his wish, and the Tianji stick was swung out again, as fierce as the fire of the prairie fire, as fierce as the sky and lightning striking the ground, and he attacked with a wave of his hand, without mercy.

"Old man, get out of here, today's revenge will be avenged tomorrow. Seeing that the good situation was lost, there was nowhere to vent the anger in his heart, such as today, the old man blocked it again, which aroused the anger in his heart.

"Hmph, don't talk big. You will definitely die today, how can you have a future day?"

How did Baili Changqing not know the calculation in the heart of the old man, if Ding Dian came again, he would be more auspicious. So, he made a fierce attack, a deadly move, completely ignoring the opponent's stick method, and what he wanted in his heart was to be able to exchange injuries for his life and solve a strong enemy first. Under the fierce attack of Baili Changqing, the old man of Tianji lost his first move for a while, and could only retreat step by step, seeing the move. However, the offense always has the initiative, the old man of Tianji has lost the opportunity, and he will lose it for a long time, and finally the supreme defensive move of splashing water is broken by the fierce offensive, and the old man of Tianji is injured instantly.

Ding Dian shouted: "Don't panic when you come to Senior Sun, Ding is here." "Ding Dian's set of simple [Shadowless Divine Fist], but the supreme internal force that runs the "Divine Illumination Sutra" is domineering and fierce, not at all like Ding Dian's elegant appearance. The fist is amazing, the power is endless, and a punch is blasted out, and Baili Changqing does not dare to be careless. This fierce and vertical fist is simple but well versed in the principles of simple martial arts.

Ding Dian's fists came suddenly, and he who had just repelled the old man of Tianji had nowhere to borrow his strength, so he could only resist this move.

"Bang !!"

The fists and palms were handed over, the two of them were in shape, and Ding Dian fell leisurely, but Baili Changqing was spitting blood, obviously the confrontation between the two fists was Ding Dian's complete victory. The old man of Tianji, who was attacked by Baili Changqing, became more and more angry, and said: "Today you are in a catastrophe, stay and bury the dead Mingjiao members." Go to hell and repent slowly and beg for their forgiveness. The two of them worked together, earth-shattering, but in just a few moves, a hundred miles of evergreen was injured and injured, dying, and finally died under the stick of the old man.

The death of Baili Changqing also means that the masters who came to attack the Ming Sect have lost everything, and both sides are defeated. Looking at the limbs scattered on the ground, the white snow stained red with blood, the shadows of slaughter, and the wailing people, one by one appeared in front of me.

Even if they came to ambush the enemy, Yang Xiao and the others did not have any joy of victory, only full of remorse, endless regret, reminiscence of the old robes, and memories of many subordinate brothers・・・・・・

Snow, it's falling harder. It seems that the scarlet between heaven and earth is to be covered, and all the corpses of the mountain peak are to be buried, but no matter how heavy the wind and snow are, they can't hide everyone's sad hearts, and they can't hide everyone's thoughts about their comrades.

The vast wind and snow, the bleak north wind, and the mountain peaks, the sect members who can still move are all dealing with the corpse of the dead Tong Ze, and the white blood flowers cannot extinguish the holy fire used to incinerate the corpse. All the people stood before the flame and recited the teachings of the Ming religion: "Burn my body, the flame will burn." What is the joy of life, and what is the pain of death? For the sake of good and evil, only light is the cause. Joy and sorrow are dust. Have mercy on the world, and there will be many sorrows! Have mercy on the world, and there will be many sorrows!"

The vast land tells a thrilling scene of involuntary rivers and lakes. Because they have deep beliefs, they take a step without complaint or regret, they live and die, and they are also chic and free in the rivers and lakes. Because they have deep beliefs, relying on a kind of right and wrong, black and white, swords and swords, people in the rivers and lakes, and they have also been chivalrous.

Demon yes?

(To be continued.) )