The colors of dusk became more and more bleak, but an autumn mist drifted in at sunset, and the Blood Altar became much hazy, even more sad.

Wan Qing held the dragon cut tightly, and the autumn eyes revealed a solemn look, and the whole person seemed very quiet, as if he was a cold killer. But the crowd didn't feel the fear, thinking that she was just powerless to struggle.

The faint sunlight warmed the fluttering clothes, and a red umbrella floated leisurely in the air, like a light breeze of mud and sand, like a fluttering appearance. Wanqing still looks so beautiful and moving, so ice clear and jade. No matter at any time, she can't hide her beauty, her beauty is shocking, and her beauty is incomprehensible, but this beauty is a red plum on the boundless glacier......

Ping Yinian walked fiercely with a double-plate axe, unable to hide the murderous excitement in his heart, and sneered: "I want to see what kind of elixir you have eaten, and you can have a way to return to heaven." Dare to break into the martial arts conference single-handedly, the people of the Qidai family are really not afraid of heaven and earth, but in the end, they still have no place to be buried. He has no scruples, and he doesn't care about the means, he can kill Wanqing with his own hands, this prestige seems to be overwhelming, and the chances of success are better than his competition for the alliance leader.

Wanqing was silent, her murderous aura increased greatly, her left hand stroked her injured right shoulder, and the "dragon cut" in her right hand was lightly horizontal, and the silver light swept across the ground, and a cold air was like the first frost when early winter came.

The heroes around them didn't feel the danger, and instigated Ping Yinian to subdue them and avenge the alliance leader and others. Suddenly, the board axe is swooped down, like a tiger pounces on food, the power is unstoppable, chopping, chopping, cutting, sweeping, vigorously and vigorously. This is the "thunderbolt axe" of the Burning Silence Village, which pays attention to seizing the advantage, grasping the opportunity steadily, not giving the opponent a chance to turn over, not allowing the enemy to have time to play, and taking an overwhelming victory with ferocity, often making people victorious.

"Book of Zhou" said: "Endless, the vines are helpless, will use the axe, uncertain, there will be great trouble, what will be helpless?" This thunderbolt axe is the source of this, practice this skill and use this martial arts, it is necessary to "see the six ways, listen to the eight directions", with a cautious heart to fight the thunderbolt work, do not give the opponent room to fight back.

Ping Yinian's use of this kind of martial arts shows his imperative mind and determination not to lose.

After seeing him perform the thunderbolt axe technique, Loyana's mood plummeted, and Wanqing was seriously injured in her body where she could cope with this kind of power. She sat anxiously in the chair, worried, her graceful body tilted left and right, and she was really restless.

Wanqing didn't attack, her left hand didn't leave her left shoulder, and the dragon cut she held in her right hand didn't block, she just dodged and didn't fight. In this way, Wanqing has no possibility of winning at all.

This made Liao Fanyu, Song Jiannan, Lan Yizhi and other knights in the three six villages happy, and they just clapped their hands. As they waited, they suddenly saw a head sticking out, which startled them.

Su Qianxun bent her waist, stretched out her head, and smiled mischievously: "What are you enjoying yourself, let's hear it?" The three of them considered that she was the granddaughter of the old man Moya and the acting head of the Yuhua Society in Yishan, so they were polite to her, and hurriedly gave up their seats to talk to her. Lan Yizhi said: "We can avenge the alliance leader and the protector of the law, what do you say we are happy about?" Su Qianxun said: "It's really happy...... Xiao Yifeng will soon cure the gold mining......"

Liao Fanyu said: "Don't you want to avenge Zhu Yu?"

Su Qianxun said: "Where, it's just that Sister Jin is very good, I want to save her." Song Jiannan smiled: "Don't worry, we will only kill the sword red umbrella and the demon girl Xiao Yifeng she brought." Su Qianxun said: "Can you only kill the sword and red umbrella, not Xiao Yifeng? After all, it was through her hands that the gold mining was able to survive." Liao Fanyu said: "If they have no other purpose, then we will let Xiao Yifeng live." ”

Su Qianxun was silent, she just wanted to kill Bai Dian and the sword red umbrella, but she felt strange, she didn't know that others were going to visit the immortals to deal with Bai Ao, she knew it, maybe Bai Shan was forced to kill the immortals out of desperation and was in self-defense. But since Bai Yu killed the visiting immortal, it is likely that Zhu Yu was also killed by him, maybe it was killed by Jian Hongumbrella, and Bai Yu covered it up for her and took the blame. She was very suspicious of the two of them now, and she didn't talk about anything like she used to, thinking that they had lied to herself, and she was very disappointed.

At this time, the double-plate axe of the ordinary year, sonorous and shining, or sweeping thousands of armies, or the dragon swinging its tail, or the tiger pounced on its claws, a set of combination moves at your fingertips. Wanqing had no chance to parry, no chance to swing a knife to take advantage of the void, and no physical strength to compete with him, just dodging and moving.

Liao Fanyu said: "Ping Yi Nian is the first axe in the gods. ”

Su Qianxun was in a very complicated mood, she was competitive again, and muttered: "What, my strength is not as big as mine." Song Jiannan also saw the past when she and Ping Yinian competed at the Eight Oak Bridge, so she smiled bitterly: "In terms of strength, I'm afraid no one can compare to you, the 'Snow Girl Gong' of the Yuqiao Gang, and the 'Yuxiu Swordsmanship' of Jianheshan all make you a vanilla beauty with strange power." Su Qianxun didn't pay attention to him, looking at the life-and-death duel in the field, she was angry and annoyed, she wanted to help Wanqing, but she didn't want to help her, and she was sullen for a while.

I only heard that Ping Yi Nian yelling: "I see where you are fleeing!"

This sound cheered up everyone present, seeing that Wanqing's body was staggering, she could only barely stand on the ground with a Tang knife, but Ping Yinian made a move "Axe Splitting Huashan". He jumped three feet high and slashed down from the sky.

Wanqing gritted her teeth, her autumn eyes widened, there was no way back, instead of trying to dodge, it was better to fight back, and at the moment she was lucky enough to be true, regardless of the bleeding in her shoulder, she made a move "Dragon Cutting Smoke and Rain".

After this move was played, the white blade slashed through the air, but it was like a stroke of water, making the air between heaven and earth hazy like water, and there were ripples. The ripples were as sharp as a white blade in an instant.

Everyone didn't see it clearly, and the knife technique under Wanqing's serious injury was still too fast to catch, but after seeing her put away the knife, Ping Yi fell to the ground covered in blood. There were several knife marks on his body, and the blood was not stopping, and the most serious thing was that his right hand was cut off, and although he was lucky not to die, he was already crippled.

Song Jiannan scolded: "You demon girl actually made a dead hand!"

After Wanqing exerted too much force, her mind was a little blurred, she took a few steps backwards, sat on the ground, and took a deep breath slowly to wake up her mind. She didn't even have the strength to heal her wounds, but she still exuded a murderous aura, her autumn eyes were still glaring at everyone, and the dragon cut in her hand was always clenched, never letting go. She was not forced to make a heavy hand out of desperation, she originally wanted to kill Ping Yinian, but because she was seriously injured, she couldn't exert her strength, so she only cut him.

They didn't understand that if the old man of Moya and the eldest grandson Shibo hadn't had some friendship with Bai Yuan, Wanqing wouldn't have taken care of it, and they would have killed the two a long time ago.

However, the cripple of the easy year and the fiasco pushed Wanqing to the edge of the cliff. The three six villages, which accounted for thirty percent of the strength of the gods, gathered the thirty-six sects and rose up and surrounded Wanqing.