Tilting his waist, one leaned over and looked at the person holding the spiritual weapon not far away.

"These people, are they all crazy?"

Straightening up, Yougen, whose face was full of doubts, glanced at Yuhua, who was closest to him, with a miserable appearance all around, covered with blood on the broken armor, but still holding the pure white jade spear in one hand and the hilt of the sword in the other.

When Liu Heng turned the halberd slightly, the explosion yuan immediately broke through Yuhua's body, and almost all the organs in Yuhua's body were shattered, and the eight wounds that were torn open by the vitality went directly across his shoulders from his chest.

The criss-crossed wounds intersected each other, as if to tear the young body into countless pieces.

Unusually, the wounds did not spurt blood outward.

One looked intently into those horrible wounds, and could see the white ribs, the wriggling internal organs behind the skeleton, and the countless dense blue and black blood vessels.

Yougen even found many broken blood vessels between the broken bones, but he still didn't see blood.

The brows on his face furrowed tightly, and Yougen turned his head to look at Liu Heng.

Liu Heng clenched the halberd shaft of the halberd with both hands, his expression was solemn and his face was solemn, and the red yuan around him was like a flame pouring oil.

He didn't notice the slightest glance at Yougen.

The eyes that were haunted by the bright golden light looked at Liu Heng, who was engrossed, and looked through the dazzling light flames, looking at the silver armor that had been torn by the spirit weapon with more than a dozen cracks, and observing the wounds under the cracks.

Most of the wounds on Liu Heng's body have stopped bleeding, and only a few wounds are still overflowing with blood.

As soon as the blood that overflowed these wounds flowed through the armor pieces, it was transpirated by the high temperature in the fire element, turning into nothingness.

After a moment of contemplation in his heart, Yougen narrowed his eyes, turned over and dismounted.

The golden vitality quickly faded away from the bald body of the horse, and the old horse, who had already foamed at the mouth, immediately lay down on the ground and began to gasp violently.

Rushing to Liu Heng very quickly, Yougen bent down and picked up the double-strand iron spikes that fell to the ground.

Between the sharp tip of the thorn and the pointed body like chopsticks, the black painted rubber handle has a spiral concave shape that is suitable for holding in the hand.

Holding the iron spike in one hand, the shape of the rooted figure is revealed, and the golden afterimage on the road behind it has not disappeared.

"Phew!"

Yuhua, who was closest to Yougen, immediately slammed on the ground with his right foot, and his whole body flew towards Yougen.

Raising his head, he stared at the rushing body through his covered hair, and there was a chill in his gaze.

He closed his eyes.

The golden vitality in his body turned into a long river, rushing out of the dantian and gathering towards his hands, and from the palms of his hands, it gathered on the handles of the thorns.

"Bang!"

The bright Lei Yuan overflowed from the stabbing wounds, and the irascible vitality surged upward.

"Huh?"

Turning his head slightly, Yougen pursed his mouth, the brows on his face suddenly wrinkled tighter, and the golden light between his hands became more and more dazzling.

"Buzz~!"

There was a trembling sound, and the thorns trembled.

But Yougen's hand didn't move, and the dazzling golden rays that emanated from his hand spread directly to the entire thorn.

"Smack!"

The golden light flashed by, and with a crisp sound, the thorns stopped trembling.

In Caoyun County, next to the spire attic.

In the Taoist temple with golden rice stalks on the roof, there are three yellow incense sticks inserted in the cyan copper tripod.

The yellow incense was already half burned, and the slender white ash was bent and folded to the top of the incense stick, unwilling to fall.

The three-point sparks in the embers are the only light source in the Dao Hall at this time.

Xingrui stood barefoot in front of the offering table.

In the middle of the night, he wore his hair scattered, but he was wearing a moon-white yin and yang robe.

The white girdle that bound the robe was not inlaid with any jade, but a yin and yang round mirror was placed in the center of the belt.

This magic mirror is facing Xingrui's dantian.

Xing Rui's left hand formed a sword finger in front of him, but in his right hand he held a short sword.

The dagger was erected with the tip pointing upwards.

His hands were parallel to his chest, a foot apart.

At the end of the meditation, he stood at the table with a short sword.

He didn't move until he stood until the son.

Everything on his body remained the same, whether it was the corners of his suit that were lifted by the length of his stride as he walked, or the embroidered petal-embroidered sleeves of his sword before it fell to the crook of his arm.

When he stood, his whole body seemed to be a lifeless statue.

A gust of wind blew into the hall through the crack in the door, and the light wind blew the robe that had not moved, blowing away the long hair that had been silent on Xingrui's head.

The long hair was carried forward by the wind, standing sideways in front of Xingrui's face.

Xing Rui opened his eyes that had not been opened for a long time in the wind, and the indigo light flashed between his eyes, reflecting the entire hall as if it were day.

In front of Yinshui Town, at the gate of the coalition army's camp, Yougen, who was holding a thorn, also opened his eyes.

The tip of the spear had already touched the tip of his hair.

The bronze sword, scorched black by the flames but surrounded by blue rays, was also about to slash at him.

"Boom!"

Yougen immediately picked up the double-strand thorns, and when he was about to block in front of him, a red flame of light flashed around him.

Liu Heng rushed in front of him and blocked the jade spear that stabbed straight with his halberd.

The halberd was sideways, and the halberd shaft blocked the blade that was slashed.

Liu Heng raised his head slightly, supported the halberd diagonally with both hands, and stabbed Yuhua's waist and abdomen with the end of the halberd.

Yuhua jumped backwards, dodging the attacking halberd handle.

The undulating movement caused the body to turn up and down, and a small section of intestines fell out of the wound on his waist and abdomen with the leaning body.

The crack in Yuhua's chest and abdomen quickly closed, tightly clamping the small section of intestines that flowed out of the wound.

The other scars that spread all over his body were pulled apart a little,

"What a daze. ”

Liu Heng turned his head, glanced sideways at Yougen behind him out of the corner of his eye, and then turned his head.

"Although that spirit weapon doesn't best match your vitality, it can still be used, be careful, these people are not simple. ”

Looking down at the thorns in his hand, in the brilliant golden light that enveloped the sashimi, dozens of ink-colored gangyuan as thin as the thorn ends were emitted.

Gangyuan twisted and flashed around the golden rays that were entwined around the thorns, and disappeared from the air extremely quickly.

Raising his head, Yougen smiled and strode around Liu Heng's side.

"Block a few for me!"

Stepping up, Liu Heng rushed towards the eight people who pounced.

There was a fierce light in his eyes, and when he was about to keep up, he was surrounded by the remaining generals.

Finally, he glanced at Liu Heng's back not far away, the evil smile on Yougen's face was immediately full of bitterness, he gritted his teeth, raised his hand and pierced the jade spear with the spike in his hand against the oblique stab, and then jumped back.

The mace smashed into the place where he had been standing, making a large hole in the hard ground.

He watched with trepidation at the crack that had spread to the pit wall, and the shape of Yougen was not yet stable, but the tip of the purple spear was already piercing his chest. http://www.qidian.com

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