This shout was even more like adding fuel to the fire, listening to the people and horses on the side of the Wind Pavilion rushing more and more urgently, they shouted, shouted, weapons flew, and the shouts were like a wave, rolling over the sky!

Now, the distance between the two sides is only fifteen or sixteen zhang, only thirteen zhang, and only more than ten zhang!

A cruel smile floated on the white tiger's face, he nodded slightly, the stomach pheasant had turned over and shook his hands, and an iron arrow "jingling" decorated with copper bells flew through the sky above the green gauze tent on the right, almost at the same time as he shot, a low "quack" and "quack" string rang up, and thousands of shining arrows burst out from the green gauze tent like a rainstorm of flying locusts, accurate and ruthless!

The sound of tragic screams and sorrow came out in an instant, and hundreds of characters from the Wind Listening Pavilion had fallen in front of them, and before they could figure out what was going on, there was another sharp sound of bowstrings, and seventy or eighty living big men lay down again!

"Not good, there is an ambush ......"

"There are thieves' archers in the green gauze tent!"

"Mom, my legs, my legs ......"

"Oh no, I've been hit by an arrow......"

"Be careful, the enemy still has a deception......"

The sound of shouting and shouting was mixed in an instant, listening to the arrogance of the Wind Pavilion, the formation was chaotic, the figures and wolves rushed to the pigs, their own people crowded their own people, their own people trampled on their own people, crying, shouting, and sharp arrows rained down, and fell like a rush!

Seeing this, the Wind Breaker Yexun couldn't help but be horrified, he gritted his teeth and roared, "Don't run, rush forward and mix with them!"

Now, he and the long-bearded Yecheng had already led more than two hundred Tingfeng Pavilion subordinates around him to rush up!

The white tiger nodded slightly, and said, "Yexun is really still a character, a pheasant with a stomach, and a flying axe!"

The stomach pheasant agreed, and with a wave of his hand, five or six hundred strong men in Tsing Yi had already knelt down in unison, and five or six hundred pairs of eyes walked away staring at the enemy who was rushing quickly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Kill!"

The stomach pheasant drank like thunder, and in the midst of the shouting, his own short axe had already "whirred" out of the rotor, and a flash of essence flashed, slashing straight at the other party's leader Yetun!

Yexun's face suddenly tensed, his body shook from side to side, his huge right palm slashed slightly, and Wu Xiang's short axe had broken and fell with a "step"!

Almost at the same time, hundreds of sharp short axes whirled and slashed away, only to see the cold light glittering, the axes dancing, and the terrible wails and screams were already making the air furry!

More than two hundred Listening Wind Pavilion masters who rushed to approach first had fallen more than half of them in an instant, but the remaining fifty or sixty remnants did not stop, each with incomparable anger and hatred on their faces, and rushed towards them with hoarse shouts!

The white tiger grinned weirdly, reached out and tore off the purple silk scarf around his neck, shook his wrist and threw it out, so the purple silk scarf floated flat in the air for five feet, and then fell softly!

The shadow of the red scarf flashed in the air, and the Wind Breaker Yexun had already caught a glimpse, as if he had suddenly been punched in the heart, and blurted out in shock: "Not good!"

However, as soon as he said these two words, the men and horses of the Wind Pavilion had already rushed into the formation of Tianguan, and in the earth-shattering cry of the stomach pheasant, the snow-bright and piercing saber had already slashed towards their enemies like a storm!

The sharp impact and the sound of the bones, the sound of sharp blades killing flesh, the faint sound of blood splashing, the cries of human beings before dying, the unbearable moans of pain, the rushing of human figures, the squandering of cold and electric essence, the bloody battle officially began, and the decision between life and death was presented in front!

The starlight-like eyes blinked lightly, and the white tiger bounced into the air, and with a twist of "swish", it rushed like a stream of arrows and pounced on the Yexun who had just shocked the two Tianguan heroes with one palm!

The strong wind suddenly shrouded, Yexun knew that it was not good, he suddenly turned around, and waved seventeen palms in a row with both hands, and in the sweep of the wind, his kick was already swept up!

The white tiger in the air turned a somersault, his body slanted, and a pride like a pride was thrilling and approaching the other party!

The bearded man was as angry as a court, and the wind-bending hand Yexun hurriedly retreated, waving his arms like waves, and meeting the enemy's sword moves like a storm.

Collecting the sword, leaning back, landing on the ground, and then taking out the sword, these actions start and end at the same time, and in one go, the steel whip and sword each bring up the slippery strips of electricity, and roll up to Yexun's side from all directions. The right hand claw, the left palm, and the claw palm applied each other, and the strength of the exhalation of Yexun's sweaty head narrowly withdrew.

He waved thirty-one claws in one breath and nineteen palms in a row, and roared: "White Tiger, what kind of grievance does this village have with you, you actually attacked my listening to the wind pavilion today?"

The white tiger's wrist flicked, and the tip of the sword trembled into thousands of stars, like a galaxy stone, so fluttering, and so eager to rush towards the enemy: "Without him, it's just a prestige." ”

Yexun struggled to parry, and took a step back in impatience: "You, you, you, your despicable behavior, are you not afraid of everyone condemning it in unison under public indignation?"

The white tiger's body is flying, the tiger tooth sword flashes like electricity, the mangcai is one after another, like flowing clouds, like angry waves, like phoenix swirls, like waves, he said lightly: "If they have this Yaxing, Tianguan is waiting to visit!"

The figures of the two people suddenly separated and gathered, and between the sweeps, the sword shadow was like a mountain, under heavy pressure, the palm moves were like a waterfall, surging to greet each other, and in the sonorous exchange of blows, in the blink of an eye, each of them had rejected seventeen moves and twenty-nine styles!

On the other hand, the stomach pheasant is fighting desperately with Ye Cheng, his crane beak short knife is skillful, and his strength is heavy, but the other party is a fleshy palm, don't look at this person's skinny scales, but the palm is majestic and powerful, ever-changing, and the stomach pheasant is holding a blade, and it can't even be cheapened at all!

With an overwhelming advantage, most of the enemies who rushed first had been cut down in an instant, but with the hard support of only about twenty enemies left, the Tingfeng Pavilion behind them had already taken over, and there were about four hundred people in this group, and as soon as they rushed over, the situation had immediately changed, and the two sides had changed from a one-sided form to a melee, a melee of flesh and blood!

The young man in white, with the assistance of a young man, led more than two hundred characters from the Wind Listening Pavilion to pounce on the green gauze tent on the right, and before he could reach it, he lost more than forty more, only the arrows were piercing, but now, they had rushed in with a shout......

In the melee, the four cool-looking young men in Tianguan were killing three teenagers about seventeen or eighteen years old on the other side, these three people were two thin and one fat, the two thin ones each held a pair of short-roded rotten silver hooks and guns, and the fat one made a pure steel axe, and the Tianguan side was four against three, which was worthy of the enemy, and the situation was not too strong.

While fighting with Yexun, the White Tiger watched the evolution of the battle situation around him, and he said with a smile in the Nine Swords: "Lord Night Village, if you are willing to hand over your sons, the White Tiger will immediately withdraw his troops, huh?"

The black cauldron's face tightened, and Yexun said coldly: "Don't dream, White Tiger, the owner of this village would rather have a broken head than give in, just see if Tingfeng Pavilion is as easy to bully as you imagined!"

With thick eyebrows raised, and his eyes seemed to be flowing with blood, the white tiger shouted: "Since I am here, you should know that this thing will not be good, Yexun, you go first on the underworld!"

In the shouting, the whip sword suddenly trembled like a wave, "snort", "snort", "swish", "swish", "whoosh", "whew" and "whew" The strange sound of "whirl" and "whew" intertwined into a net of life and death, and the flash was layered, the Hui people flew, the tip of the sword trembled into the stars, up and down, this mighty, this ruthless, where it is no longer like a sword in the hands of a "human" can be cast, as if thousands of demon gods are hidden in the shadows, and at the same time in the underworld to help each other!

Yes, this is exactly one of the White Tiger's stunts: "reincarnation"! The wind bending hand Yexun suddenly felt that his eyes were full of essence and purple lightning, like snowflakes and like the scorching sun, he turned his heart horizontally under anger, and his left hand was drawn into a circle, and the air was instantaneous, but he saw that the moon arc was full, and he flew down the cover, and he exhaled and circled. At the same time, his giant right palm had sunk out, like the iron fist of the god of the six dings, so come and go without a shadow and slash up!

The arcs of light intertwined, the whips and swords collided with each other, and the white tiger's voice was violent: "What a good hand to 'climb the moon and cut laurels'!"

In the scream, the figure was in a hurry, the white tiger "grinned" out of three zhang, the whip sword waved into the air, with the power of the sword, his footsteps slightly floated out of two steps to stand, here, the wind folding hand Yexun was covered in blood, a black face has become a pale gold color, but he has a pair of eyes like a copper bell staring at each other, on his body, there are seven wounds are coming out of the slippery blood!

A frightened shout came from the mouth of a big man of Tingfeng Pavilion who discovered such a scene: "Oh no, the old owner is injured......"

This cry was long and poignant, containing infinite fear and sorrow, so there was a sudden chaos on the side of the Listening Wind Pavilion, and it had already retreated a lot in a moment! The three characters of the Listening Wind Pavilion rushed to their owner's side with all their might, intending to rescue, the white tiger three zhang away snorted coldly, fell in, and the tiger tooth sword in his right hand flew and blitzed, in a series of "poof" slashing sounds, before he even had time to scream, these three burly men had fallen to the ground at the same time!

The wind bending hand spurted out a mouthful of blood, "choked" and sat on the ground, his whole body twitched, and pointed at the white tiger with a trembling hand: "You...... You...... Are you so ...... Remnant...... Cruel...... You...... Is there still ...... A little...... Person...... Humanity!"

The white tiger smiled proudly and said coldly: "The two countries are fighting each other, the blood is facing each other, the master of the night village, how can you talk about human nature again?"

The wind roared angrily, and the wound suddenly felt a huge pain in his heart and bones, his complexion changed suddenly, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripped down his forehead.

The white tiger said coldly: "Great Zhuang Master, let's watch Tianguan sweep through the Wind Pavilion!"

He had just finished speaking, when a sudden sound of wind sounded behind him, and a sharp and angry voice followed: "Husband, see me avenge you......"

The white tiger turned around quickly, ha, a slender and good-looking young woman had already flown through the crowd of people in the fierce fight, she was wearing a powder blue tights, a pink blue bandana, and a pair of mandarin duck swords in both hands, well, a typical martial arts children's posture!

Looking at her coldly, the white tiger was speechless, and Yexun, who was sitting on the ground covering his cells with his hands, had also seen it, he gasped and shouted hoarsely: "Yunying, go quickly." ”

The young woman named Yunying turned a deaf ear, her eyes were full of tears, her teeth were clenched on her lower lip, and the teeth were white and delicate and pierced deep into the flesh!

She rushed straight towards the white tiger with grief and indignation, but there were still five or six steps away, and the two big men in green clothes had already intercepted the oblique thorns, and the slightly curved saber slashed towards her head with a cold light!

The night grandmother's body was supported, the two swords came out left and right, the sword was halfway and shattered slightly, the two big men in Tsing Yi waved their knives to block the air, and couldn't help but hurriedly retreat, she cleared up, and the two swords danced like pieces of snow, splashing wind and rain, and under the silver flash in his left hand, a big man in Tsing Yi had heard a snort and staggered out holding his shoulder!

Another big man in Tsing Yi roared like thunder, his arm waved sharply, the saber Huo Huo chopped, and rushed up desperately, the white tiger smiled stiffly, and said violently: "You retreat to take care of the injured, let this woman give it to me!"

The big man in Tsing Yi had just exchanged three knives with the other party, and when he heard the words, he had jumped out to the side quickly, Lu Yunying's face was blue, and he chased after him without saying a word.

The pale cyan shadow passed through the middle like a flowing rainbow, and the tiger tooth sword was picked and quenched, and with a "dang" sound, Lu Yunying was shocked out three steps away, the tiger's mouth was broken, and the blood was faintly overflowing! The silver handle of the tiger tooth sword in the white tiger's hand turned in his palm, and he said coldly: "Go back!"

Lu Yunying gritted his teeth, his eyes widened, and he pounced on the white tiger like a mad tiger, and his two swords flew up to the ground, flashing with light, and attacking close to him like a curling leaf and dancing willow!

The white tiger's figure flashed slightly, and before he could fight back, Yexun, who was heavily injured, shouted again: "Yun Ying...... Go back...... Shouzhuang ...... You...... You can't beat him......"

Lu Yunying's swords flew like flying, attacking sharply, crying and shouting: "No......!

The white tiger moved beautifully like flowing water, and he listened to the words of the two in his ears word for word, so he said lightly: "Then, the white tiger will fulfill you!"

The tiger tooth sword trembled with his voice, and under the shot, it was "reincarnation" again!

Lu Yunying's scream burst out, and the Mandarin Duck Sword suddenly lost its target and waved it casually, and in her random swing, the White Tiger's tiger tooth sword had already wrung away her blade like lightning, and the heavy silver hilt suddenly lifted and slammed into Lu Yunying's jaw, and with a muffled "bang", she had already flown flat and fell down again!

Turning around suddenly, the white tiger roared: "Enter the village!"

In the melee, the Tianguan gang sounded a shocking killing cry at the same time, the blood blades flew violently, the red eyes were fierce, and they all rushed forward bravely, throwing life and death, so Zhuang Ding who listened to the wind pavilion suddenly died again, like a sudden tide retreating, and was shocked to be defeated!

Seeing the fierce fight with the stomach pheasant, his face turned red and filled with anger, his body retreated, and the stomach pheasant followed him like a shadow, shouting: "What's the matter?

Ye Cheng roared angrily, turned around, his palms were like waves, like the wind and clouds, his eyes were like eating people, and he fought to the death with the stomach pheasant!

I don't know where, the "horn" shot a rocket, the rocket with thick smoke, straight into the sky, gray clouds and red light, more and more poignant!