Except for a very small number of people, no one knew that Tianwu had an extremely deep love for Houtu, and this love had been around for a long time, so long that he didn't know when that woman had lived deeply in his heart.

However, this woman has another person in her heart, and that person is Qiangliang. This matter is clear to almost the entire Tianji Pavilion, maybe in the eyes of others, they are indeed a perfect match, talented and beautiful, and they are an excellent combination, so whether it is fighting or daily life, they are together, maybe it is from people's mouths that Houtu realizes that he really likes Qiangliang!

The morning light was faint, the two of them stared at each other, the sword in Tianwu's hand was full of murderous aura, looking at Houtu's heartbroken and painful appearance and looking at Qiang Liang with an indifferent face, he only felt a nameless anger in his chest that wanted to burn his soul clean.

With a wipe, the sword in Tianwu's hand has already struck, and a sword will be followed by ten thousand winds, everything in this space is his sword, the sword body shattered the void, collapsed the clouds, and the whole world began to make a monster-like whimpering sound, the sword is like a person, he wants to seek justice for the back soil.

This sword is so angry.

"Knock Knock"

The guqin suddenly emitted a thunderous sound, this sound is by no means like the strings can be emitted, only bells and drums can sound, so dull, so heavy, directly hit people's hearts, this is not a simple sound attack, but through the sound of another way of attack.

It's not a knife, it's not a sword, it's a hammer!

This time is Qiang Liang's real attack, in fact, this guqin Tianwu has seen many times, of course, he has occasionally fought a few times, he knows this guqin better than anyone else, but he has never seen this guqin so terrifying.

The night, which had not yet completely dispersed, seemed to be a little more dreary, and then a huge thunderous sound sounded in the sky, like a drum and thunder, and even the faint morning light was obscured.

Tianwu knew that he would never be able to retreat, whether it was for the people behind him or for the anger that kept rolling in his chest. So, he tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, and slowly raised it above his head, and ten thousand winds followed, and the invisible wind was his sharpest long sword. The sword in his hand loosened, but the space in front of him tightened.

There was a loud "boom".

The invisible sound wave rolled like Thor's rage, and a hammer fell.

The wind and clouds shattered, and countless small broken storms could no longer gather together and disperse in all directions. One man stepped back and raised his sword, and blood fell all over the sky.

Tianwu flew back upside down, spurting blood all the way, and fell heavily into the dust.

"You're not an opponent!"

Qiang Liang finally spoke, his words were indifferent, his eyes were calm, and there was no disdain or contempt, but Tianwu felt the heartfelt torture, and the scabbard in his hand was held by him, making a rattling and harsh sound.

A clear whistle sounded, the old monster of the night spirit made a move, and now the situation was critical, she did not babble as before, just frowned, with a solemn expression, and quickly swept in front of Qiangliang.

Her speed is extremely fast, like lightning, like a ghost, but floating but by a strange feeling, the old monster is seriously injured, but seeing the opportunity, he still endures the pain in his body and uses all his strength.

Blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, and black flames jumped and flickered in her palm between her hands, only to instantly condense into a black dagger, no cold light, let alone a compelling momentum, just like an ordinary black dagger.

But even this ordinary black dagger with this ghostly and ethereal body has a sense of danger lurking, which makes people unable to escape, but they don't know where to block.

This is the most powerful blow of the old monster night spirit humanoid state, her eyes are not bright, it is pitch black, much darker than the night before the dawn, a pair of eyes have disappeared from the whites of the eyes, the expression is solemn, the dagger in her hand is her most powerful means, because she understands the strength of the other party, and she also knows that there is only a chance for this blow.

Houtu couldn't help but be shocked by this scene, his eyes widened and he was a little overwhelmed.

Qiang Liang was still expressionless, his hands kept changing, and the thunder hammer fell again, and the huge sound of bang bang and bang made the space tremble, and Thor was furious.

The black dagger sneaks through the night, and it is impossible to tell where the night is and where the dagger is. The dagger lurked in the night, waiting for the best opportunity, getting closer and closer, the cold air collapsed, the dagger appeared, and the sneaking dagger finally broke away from the cover of the night to reveal the sharpest fangs.

The sky suddenly brightened, and it was completely illuminated by a purple thunderbolt, which expelled the night and made it impossible for the dagger to hide again, so the dagger had to show its form, and the dagger had to fly faster and press down on its throat.

The two powerful breaths collided in an instant, and the hammer intent and the dagger cold intent met at this moment.

At this moment, there was a coughing sound behind Qiang Liang, the voice was weak, but it was Zhu Rong who held the flame knife and attacked it from behind, with dust and dirt all over his body, the flames swept high into the sky, and a long knife bloomed in the fire.

Zhu Rong has an injury on his body, this injury is irrepressible, it is caused by his cultivation of fire and the invasion of fire poison into his mind, although he has no worries about his life, but his body is weak, he still does not hesitate to act at this moment.

Behind him was Zhu Rong's long knife, and the attack of the old monster of the night spirit beside him had fallen, but Qiang Liang still did not change his face, his face was indifferent, as if he didn't care about the attack of these two people at all.

However, the moment the scorching long knife fell, his hands became urgent and fast.

The dawn of dawn has not yet completely descended on every corner, Qiang Liang's hands do not stop, a bright moon seems to rise behind him, as if he is the sun, and there are purple thunder and lightning entwined between the dazzling eyes, the head of a tiger and a human body, four hooves and long elbows, and the image of a monster with a snake on his body instantly bloomed.

The sound of the guqin was dense and short, and the flame knife flying behind him could no longer move forward, but the knife was still holding on, the heat wave swept, the flames were monstrous, and the long knife retreated, but it did not leave, but turned and fell again.

Zhu Rong's face turned pale, painful, and shocked...... But he had to press down the long knife that was raised high.

Because he felt an invisible pressure, which was heavier and faster than the Flame Knife, the long knife had to bow his head, because the owner of the knife also had to bow his head at this moment.

Boom!

At the moment when he lowered his head under the pressure of terror, the sound of the guqin would definitely not stop, but would be faster, and the rapid sound of the qin suppressed the long knife, and then met Zhu Rong again.

At this time, the dagger that could not be hidden was the first to be broken, and then the long knife that seemed to be burning with flames forever, and they all broke one by one.

These three people are all rare powerhouses in this world, and they are all the strongest people with small worlds, but today they meet and collide here.

The air wave broke through the air and raged, the flames on the long knife rolled and fell, the black dagger also turned into a black streamer, and the sound of the guqin stopped abruptly because one of the strings was broken.

A strong wind suddenly blew in the whole lake, and Tianwu stepped on the strong wind, his hands trembled constantly, and blood flowed from between his fingers.

The whole lake was quiet again, but it was eerily quiet, a dead silence, not even a trace of wind.