The two masters of the Liuhe period joined forces, whether they could defeat a seven-week battle, and the curtain was opened in front of them. In the eyes of most people, perhaps, as long as the second elder Xuan Ming works harder, he can defeat Li Wuming.

At the beginning, the second elder of Xuan Ming also thought so. However, when they raised their cultivation to ten percent, they still sadly found that it was not so simple to defeat Li Wuming. However, it was only a matter of time before Li Wuming was defeated by the sword of the second elder Xuan Ming.

The two elders of Xuan Ming joined forces, one left and one right, and slashed at Li Wuming respectively. If Li Wuming parried Xuanguzi on the left, the sword of the Stygian on the right would slash in. If he resists the sword of the Stygian, the sword of Xuanguzi on the left will slash his head. When he was in a dilemma, Li Wuming shrank back, like an agile fox, narrowly avoiding the double swords of the two elders of Xuan Ming.

The two swords did not hit Li Wuming, but instead intertwined with each other, making a crisp sound. It is a thousand-year-old temple, in which the skinny old monk rings the melodious sound of the thousand-pound bell.

Li Wuming dodged the sword, and a dense layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. If it weren't for his agility just now, now, I'm afraid that his head would have flown a few meters away to watch his body being ravaged by the two elders of Xuan Ming.

The two elders of Xuan Ming almost succeeded in one move, and secretly screamed in their hearts that it was a pity. These two old men are unforgiving, as if they are a man who is flying and prosperous, driving his yellow-faced woman who is no longer young out of the house, and the storm-like sword qi rolls towards Li Wuming.

Li Wuming was unwilling to lie in wait like this, he raised the sword in his hand, with the light of the seven stars, and it looked even more dazzling and outstanding under the night sky. The three swords intersected, making a hearty moan/moan similar to that of a woman in love. The three of them each took a step back, and soon, they were standing together again.

Xuanguzi saw that Li Wuming came over with another sword, he had already understood Li Wuming's swordsmanship, and was convinced that as long as his senior brother and brother persevered, Li Wuming would soon be defeated. It seemed that he was immune to his swordsmanship, and naturally stretched out his long sword to block.

The two swords collided, making a crisp sound, and according to past experience, after the two swords collided, they would soon separate and proceed to the next round of fighting. I never thought that it was an inconspicuous collision, and when the tip of the sword was only three centimeters away from Xuanguzi's throat, it was blocked by Xuanguzi's long sword. Unexpectedly, the tip of Li Wuming's sword suddenly reported five inches, and the tip of the sword sank deep into his throat.

Xuanguzi felt a sharp pain in his throat, and there was a look of disbelief in his eyes. He felt the strength in his body, as if he had been taken away in an instant, and hung down the long sword in his hand weakly.

Scarlet blood spurted out along the tip of Li Wuming's sword, staining the white tiger on Xuanguzi's chin and the gray placket of his upper body. Xuanguzi could feel the loss of his life, and looked angrily at Li Wuming, who looked indifferent in front of him, but felt very helpless.

It turned out that the sword used by Li Wuming was very famous. The name of the sword is called "Zimu Serial Sword", and in normal times, it is an ordinary sword with a sword length of one foot and two inches. On the hilt of the sword, there is a slightly raised button, as long as the button is gently pressed, it will pop out five inches at the junction of the sword body and the hilt, turning into a long sword of one foot and seven inches. Hence the name "Mother and Child Serial Sword". Xuanguzi was caught off guard and was stabbed in the throat by Li Wuming's sword.

"Senior brother!" Stygian roared wildly, like an enraged leopard, and pounced on Li Wuming.

Li Wuming drew his sword and deftly avoided the blow of the dark night, the expression on his face was very calm, it was not he who was killing people just now.

When Xuanguzi rushed out of the sword without a name, he suddenly looked like a woman who had sex and reached the peak of passion. The strength of the whole body seemed to suddenly disappear out of thin air at that moment, soft, and there was a feeling of wanting to lie down and sleep. There was a streak of blood in his throat, and blood was gushing out.

Xuanguzi glanced at his junior brother who got along day and night, his eyes showed endless sadness and reluctance, and his lips muttered a few times, as if he wanted to say something. But because his throat was destroyed, he didn't say a word, and he slowly closed his eyes with his attachment to life.

"Senior brother!" Styx screamed in pain, like a she-wolf who had been hunted by the villagers to kill her cubs, and let out a tear-jerking and mournful cry under the starry night.

Styx hugged his brother's body that was about to end, and big tears rolled out of Styx's eyes, the senior brother grew up with him, and his feelings were deeper than his biological parents. This sudden change made him feel like death. The whole world turned gray, and it seemed that only the corpses of him and his senior brother existed.

Li Wuming took this opportunity to pick up the long sword he had drawn and stabbed it fiercely into the chest of the Stygian.

Seeing this, Zao Wou-Ki exclaimed. However, as if he hadn't heard, he let Li Wuming's long sword mercilessly pierce into his chest. After being hit by the sword, the sharp pain in his chest recalled the lost soul of the Stygian. He endured the pain and glared angrily at Li Wuming. The anger in his eyes seemed to want to glance at this man with deep hatred and hatred to the black wind forest next to him, and burn into a silent ash on his forehead.

Li Wuming suddenly pulled out the long sword that was stabbed in the chest of the Stygian, and the blood flowed down the clothes of the Stygian like a small snake looking for a cave. At this moment, the eyes of the Stygian Yezi actually showed a look of relief. He seemed to want to turn his head and say something to Zao Wou-Ki, but before he could see Zao Wou-Ki, his life had already been lost. Styx held the body of his senior brother Xuanguzi who still had residual warmth and fell to the ground. Although this pair of difficult brothers and sisters were not born on the same day and month of the same year, they could finally be born on the same day and month of the same year.

The second elder of Xuan Ming is the biggest reliance, and he originally thought that even if the war could not be won, the two elders of Xuan Ming could still protect him and retreat. As for the life or death of the soldiers, it is not on his heart. It was with this idea that he dared to ask his father for his life and led an army of 200,000 to Lianyun City.

Now that Zao Wou-ki's greatest reliance was gone, he felt fear, a breath of death, beginning to slowly invade his soul. Zao Wou-Ki looked around in a panic, as if trying to find a way to escape.

However, it was surrounded by Zhao Wuyan's large army on three sides, and on one side was a raging sea of fire. It can be said politely that judging from the current situation, Zao Wou-Ki's hope of escaping is very slim.

Zhao Wuyan seemed to have seen through Zhao Wuyan's thoughts, and said coldly: "Zao Wouji, you have no way out. Now only by surrendering may there be a chance to survive!"

Zao Wouji's eyes were cracked, and the green tendons on his face were like earthworms winding in the soil, one by one, which was extremely conspicuous. Zhao Wouji's right hand holding the sword had begun to tremble slightly, looking at the dead Xuan Ming Second Elder and the more than 10,000 soldiers who had no fighting spirit in front of him, with a desperate look on his face.

"Little prince, don't be afraid, I'll come!"

Everyone followed the sound and looked at the sky, only to see a few figures coming from the Cloud Edgeworth. They came over quickly, and as soon as their voices fell, they had already arrived in front of Zao Wou-Ki.

Zhao Wuji looked at the more than ten people who came down from the flying sword in front of him, with a look of ecstasy on his face, looked at a middle-aged man in white in the lead, and said excitedly: "Lord Han Gu, you came just in time!"

When the little fat man saw this person, there was a shocked look on his face. The little fat man, who has never been easily excited, began to tremble slightly with his big hands.

In addition to the little fat man, the shocked Li Wuming who had just killed the second elder of Xuan Ming. He looked at the man in white and said coldly: "I can't imagine that Lord Han Gu, one of the six major leaders in the world, is also a lackey of King Penglai!"

The Lord of Han Valley in Li Wuming's mouth is the Lord of Luofeng Valley, Han Feiguan, who is ranked with the fame of Fulong Valley among the six major sects of martial arts in the world, "Three Gates, Two Valleys and One Villa".

Han Feiguan was dressed in white, and the corners of his clothes were slightly blowing in the night breeze, and at first glance, he had the demeanor of a fairy. He looked like he was only in his thirties, but in fact, he was in his fifties. Usually has the skill to stay in the face, coupled with diligent practice, it seems that he is much younger than his actual age.

Han Feiguan hadn't appeared in the rivers and lakes for four or five years, and it was rumored in the valley that the valley master was practicing divine skills behind closed doors. Unexpectedly, he would appear in this place today. At that time, Han Feiguan's cultivation had already reached seven weeks. After four or five years of retreat and cultivation, I don't know how much his cultivation has improved.

Although the little fat man was attacked by the Ten Thousand Demon Sect in Fulong Valley, Tang Xianzu and Yang Cheng's sudden reversal already knew that Luofeng Valley might be in cahoots with the Demon Sect. Now, I never expected that the lord of the dignified valley would come to the rescue of the rebels.

Behind the handsome, upright and otherworldly Han Feiguan, there stood the three major protectors of the five great protectors of Luofeng Valley, they were Tie Zhan, Tuxingsun, and Geng Wenyuan. In addition to these three protectors, there are more than ten masters of Luofeng Valley.

Han Feiguan ignored Li Wuming's sarcasm, he looked modest, and said to Zhao Wouji with a smile: "Little prince, I'm late, and I've frightened you!"

Seeing Han Feiguan, Zao Wou-Ki had a feeling of escaping death, and he hurriedly said, "It's okay, it's okay." Lord Han Gu, you came just in time, and after you go back, Xiao Wang will definitely ask his father for credit for you. ”

Listening to Zao Wou-ki's tone, he was very sure that Zao Wou-Ki might be able to save him. Han Feiguan listened to Zhao Wouji's words, his face did not change for a moment, he turned around and looked at Zhao Wuyan's 100,000 soldiers and horses, as if he was looking at a group of dead corpses, and there was not a trace of ripples in his eyes. He walked slowly towards Zhao Wuyan, his snow-white clothes fluttering in the autumn wind.