Xiyun felt that his head was numb for a moment, the danger turned out to be from behind him, he was definitely a super-first-class master, his consciousness seemed to have no time to react, but the instinct of the demon body played a role, his body leaned forward violently, and his legs suddenly became strong, like a dexterous black swallow flying obliquely. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Ah!" The pain hit his heart, Xiyun couldn't help but let out a low sigh, and the back of his heart drew a blood mark of more than a foot, and the sword light only shone at this time, and the Buddha Hall was bright.

The man waited for the opportunity, seized the moment when Xiyun was stunned, and didn't seem to expect Xiyun to be able to dodge, snorted lowly, raised his sword light, and chased after him.

Xiyun had already launched with all his strength for the first time, and the sword qi was pressed again, only to feel that his whole body was weak, and he was powerless to dodge anymore.

Hengdao's face suddenly turned cold, and he shouted: "What person!?" He remembered the past because of his wife's heartbreaking words, and disturbed the sword light, so he was naturally furious, and immediately slapped it with a palm, only hitting the person in the face.

The man was startled, his body suddenly froze, and the sword light was in front of him, breaking through the power of Shen Ning's palm, and shouted, "It's none of your business!"

Hengdao snorted, and said in his heart: "I have a good conversation with my wife, there is a stinky monk, and there is a sneaky guy, do you want you to hear a little private talk between Hengdao and his wife?" shouted: "It's my business here!"

Xiyun didn't expect the horizontal knife to make a move, so he finally took the opportunity to turn around and wondered, "Who are you?" The person who came was dressed in black and wore a grimace mask.

"Ahh

Seeing that his wife was frightened, Hengdao was furious, "Sneaky guy, give me death!" and immediately pounced.

The nun was startled and said angrily: "Horizontal knife." ”

The horizontal knife punched out five times in an instant, as fast as the wind, and as vicious as a hundred thousand waves, turbulent and undulating, and the wind was surging.

The swordsman's swordsmanship was extraordinary, the shining sword light was extremely dazzling, and the sword flowers in his hand were blooming, not only cutting the fist to pieces, but also handing over the moves one after another, stabbing the horizontal knife all over the body.

Heng Dao was startled, his body flashed, and when he heard his wife's angry words, he knew that he had "died" and made her angry again, and said angrily: "This person is amazing!"

"Then you can't just kill people. "Nuns stand firm.

Hengdao was anxious and angry, and thought to himself: Why can the Endless Monk kill me? Suddenly, a right hook of the fist blasted out, hitting the side of the sword.

The swordsman turned around and unloaded his strength, but his body was still heavy, and he only felt that the fierce internal strength was surging from the sword like a big wave, and he had to take a step back.

Hengdao shouted at the ghost-faced man, "Did you hear it, get out!"

The ghost-faced man's chest rose and fell a few times, and he secretly sighed that this bald head was powerful, turned to look at Xiyun, and scolded: "Stinky monk, bring the sword!"

Xiyun looked at him with burning eyes, "Qingyun Sword Technique, are you Bao Yu?" will make Qingyun Sword Technique, hide his face again, I'm afraid it will be a possibility.

The ghost-faced man was stunned and scolded: "Stinky monk!"

Xiyun said: "Collusion with the Demon Gate, killing the same door, do you dare to ask for this sword?"

The ghost-faced man shouted, "Shut up!"

Hengdao said angrily: "You two get out of here!"

The nun glared at the horizontal knife and said, "You two get out." Seeing that Xiyun's back was bleeding, he said worriedly: "Little master, how are you?"

Hengdao was stunned, and the "you two" that the two of them said didn't mean the same two, so he couldn't help glaring at Xiyun fiercely, and then stared at the ghost-faced man.

Xiyun didn't expect the nun to defend herself, shook her head and said, "It's okay." Suddenly, his face changed, and he exclaimed, "There is poison on the sword!" and hurriedly sat down cross-legged.

The ghost-faced man sneered and said to Hengdao: "Even your own woman can't stand it, and you still have to meddle in things?"

The horizontal knife attacked his heart in anger, his eyes widened, and without saying a word, his body pressed over like a heavy hammer. His fists and feet do not lose the wall knife at all, and it is even more powerful in the small space of the Buddha hall, the fist wind passes, the window sill tables and chairs click, or destroy or overturn, the lights in the distance shake in all directions, dragging the figure of the people long and short, and the solemn Buddha hall is ghostly for a while.

The ghost-faced man was angry with him, he knew that the horizontal sword martial arts would never inferior, and only by making him impetuous, he could win.

The horizontal knife screamed, like a mad demon dancing wildly, and the fists and feet turned into black shadows that flashed and disappeared, not only fast and unbeatable, but also extremely heavy.

The ghost-faced man was extremely calm, his sword light danced together, guarding with all his might, constantly breaking his fist, staring at the horizontal knife with his eyes like poisonous snakes, just waiting for his offensive to slow down, revealing a slight flaw, and immediately counterattacking with a sword, and one blow will be hit.

Xiyun's face was sweating, black blood continued to flow out of the wound, after a while, his face gradually calmed down, and he slowly breathed a sigh of relief, the toxin had been initially controlled, but he was strange in his heart: "Then Lu Xianggui is the head of the Qingyun Sword Sect, why can't he bear this little poison?"

If Lu Xiang knew his thoughts, I am afraid that the corpse would be full of smoke. Xiyun's body is weak in the chaotic true qi, but the demon body is extremely strange, the anti-toxicity is unexpectedly strong, usually cut by the sword, the wound does not take long to heal, hit the poisonous sword, but it does not close the wound, but quickly reacts and discharges the poisonous blood.

The strength of the demon body, the horizontal knife may have the most profound experience (hatred), not only was he defeated, his head and face were shaved clean and translucent, and he was fed aphrodisiacs that night, and the weight of ordinary people was ineffective, two times or three times and there was no violent reaction, and in a fit of anger, he was poured with nine bulls and two tigers of medicinal power, which finally made him crazy all night, and he woke up with no memory.

Xiyun had just opened his eyes, and suddenly there were two muffled snorts from the dark shadows, and the horizontal knife leaned back, retreating again and again, until the fourth step before he stood on his feet, and the floor tiles were broken by two pieces, obviously extremely heavy.

The ghost-faced man took a step back, a clear front footprint on his abdomen, his chest heaved violently, and his left index and middle fingers were together and dripping blood.

The strong wind stopped, the lights returned to light, and the Buddha hall lit up.

The nun changed color in shock, and murmured, "Horizontal, horizontal knife?"

Hengdao turned his head, "I'm fine." His face was a little pale, there was a blood mark on the corner of his mouth, and a bloody hole in his right chest, I don't know how deep it was, obviously the injury was not light.

The ghost-faced man's eyes showed strong hatred, this big bald head was extremely ruthless, and he would rather be pointed at by himself than kick himself, and he hesitated in his heart, but he failed to end him! This situation and this scene had to force him to put aside all distracting thoughts, and the momentum was not weak at all, but became more and more fierce, the long sword pointed obliquely at the ground, stepped forward, and said: "Okay, then you will die together!"

Xiyun slowly stood up, his expression solemn and determined.

The ghost-faced man was startled, his feet were slightly stagnant, this sword was smeared with poison, how could this monk stand up so quickly, and his face was unharmed?

Hengdao was also taken aback, and said, "Stinky monk, can you still fight?"

Xiyun's face turned into a wry smile, "I only have less than two successes. "I know that even if the two of them work together, it may not be this person's opponent, and besides, the long sword in his hand is still in severe pain.

The ghost-faced man cautiously stopped, this monk has a ghost, how can someone be a big enemy, but tell the enemy that his skills are lost.

Hengdao looked at it in his eyes, his eyes flashed with a strange light, and he said secretly: "This person is suspicious." (To be continued.) )