The rotten silver spear stabbed in the air, and Mr. Qingshu and Zhiwei Zhenren shot at the same time.

But the "Immortal Sanren" and the old man of the Eight Mountains had already prepared, one drew his sword and stabbed, and the other hit with a flat crutch and entangled the two.

"Protect Master Hou!"

Two heavily armored warriors stood in front of them with their shields. The ghost-faced man looked at it as if it was nothing, and the silver spear in his hand shook, and the powerful spear wind directly brought the two of them down, extremely fierce, and went straight to Han Hou's throat.

"Please keep your men!"

I saw Mr. Qingshu's long sleeves fluttering, flashing out of the gap, and waving a feather fan to block it.

The ghost-faced man didn't pay attention to it, and Mr. Qingshu in front of him looked at him as if he had nothing, only a silver gun in his hand, and he didn't take the enemy's head, and there was no return.

Mr. Qingshu couldn't resist this momentum like a heavenly river, and in shock, he secretly said: "Who is this person?

Turning around and grabbing Han Hou's arm, he led people to retreat violently, and shouted to Shi Zixuan: "Fellow Daoist, please help." ”

Shi Zixuan wanted to take this opportunity to try Han Hou's details to see if there were other masters hiding in the dark. It's a pity that he was drunk by Mr. Qingshu, but he can no longer be a wall-watcher.

"Master, please be careful to protect yourself. "The white-clothed monk doesn't cultivate supernatural powers, but Shi Zixuan is afraid of the aftermath of the fight and hurts the monk.

The white-clothed monk said: "I can't hurt me with supernatural powers. Fellow Daoists can go with confidence, don't let them recreate the killing karma. ”

Shi Zixuan nodded and said to Yan Qing: "Fellow Daoist, please make a move." ”

Yan Qing licked his lips and said with a smile: "Look at this person's spear skills, he is also a person who has reached the pinnacle, and he is about to try his edge." ”

After speaking, the sword was unsheathed, and an azure light turned into a blue light, like a blue and red falling to the ground, and slashed towards the ghost-faced man.

"Humph!"

Sword Immortal shot. Fierce and ferocious, this person's indomitable momentum was finally blocked. swept the spear, blocked the sword light, and reflexively slapped back the horse gun, but it was Han Hou who stabbed Zhiwei Zhenren directly.

Zhiwei Zhenren was fighting with a sword against the "Immortal Sanren Meichen" and the "Old Man of the Eight Mountains", and he was already a little weak, and he was attacked by the silver spear, and he was suddenly in a hurry. shouted: "It's too unfair to fight one against three, which Taoist friend comes to help!"

But when he saw a person come forward, he gently brought the deadly silver spear aside, and said, "Don't panic, fellow Daoists, poor Dao is here to help you!"

Shi Zixuan entered the battle circle, and the "Immortal Sanren" and the "Old Man of the Eight Mountains" showed surprise at the same time.

"Immortal Sanren" asked: "Where are you a Taoist, why are you meddling in the matter of my Taiyi Immortal Dao!"

Shi Zixuan said: "Don't gossip. But there is a grudge for a long time. With one hand, he pinched the crutch of the sneak attack behind him, and haha smiled: "What kind of ability is it to hurt people in the back!"

Hang a staff in the air. directly hit the "old man of the eight mountains" who sneaked up.

Mr. Qingshu's eyes lit up, and he said secretly: "This person really has some magical powers. Staying beside Han Hou, he said, "Master Hou." Please leave quickly. ”

Han Hou covered his heart, his expression was cloudy, and said, "Mr. Qingshu." What do you think of these three people?"

Mr. Qingshu said: "The two side doors are not authentic. The other person entered the Tao with spear skills, and he cultivated the art of killing in the world, and he had general magical powers, and he could not compete with it. ”

Han Hou nodded slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

After eating the battle of Shizi Xuan, the "Old Man of Eight Mountains" felt that his head was buzzing, as if his soul consciousness was about to be beaten out, and he was shocked in his heart: "Where did the Taoist come from, so powerful." ”

received this rod, but was beaten out of fear. dodged Shi Zixuan and changed an opponent, but he came straight to Yan Qing.

"Huh, you don't think a certain family is a soft persimmon, and you still want to take a look?"

Yan Qing hahadaxiao snorted, turned into a three-foot blue light, and slashed towards this person.

The "Old Man of the Eight Mountains" didn't know what was going on, and he caught up with the crutches, but there was a flower in front of him, and he screamed "Ah" on the ground, and he retreated, and the crutches in his hand were broken into two.

The silver hair fell to the ground, only to hear a loud sound, turned into a burst of black gas, and dissipated.

"Outer Magic!"

"Sorcer!"

Mr. Qingshu and Shi Zixuan spoke at the same time, this "Old Man of the Eight Mountains" was not a real person, but a humanoid Taoist soldier refined by Taiyi Youxian Dao with secret methods.

"The previous sorcerer was just invulnerable, and he could make some flint talismans. And this person can even use supernatural powers, not like an ordinary magic armorer!"

Master Xuanyun made the eyes of the law, and his eyes were wide open, and he saw that this "old man of the eight mountains" was just a white bone and skin, but there was a black air mass planted in the gate of heaven.

"Sure enough, it's that kind of divine art again. ”

Shi Zixuan said secretly.

When Han Hou heard the name of "Fang Shu Armor", his sword eyebrows were raised, and he sneered: "It seems that the remnants of the Yellow Peril really look up to Ben Hou, and they actually use such evil things to deal with Lone. But it's a pity!"

"Immortal Sanren" laughed strangely and said: "The Great Sage Master has a will, Han Hou is the demon barrier in my Dao, and he must use the power of thunder and fire to uproot it clean, leaving no trouble!"

This scattered person suddenly sold a flaw, dodged and threw himself at Han Hou, shouting loudly: "The moment of loyalty to my Daomen has come!"

Mr. Qingshu's expression changed, blocking in front of Han Hou, a scroll flew out of the back of his head, hanging on his head, and a pure saint light shrouded his body.

Zhiwei Zhenren also held out a large seal in the shape of a dragon and tiger, with a rune on it, silently reciting a mantra, and a three-colored strange cloud was born on the top of his head, bathing in it.

Yan Qing licked his lips and muttered, "What a madman!", but it was the silent sword yuan, only to see a small void sword flying out of the center of his eyebrows, hanging on his head.

Shi Zixuan's expression was solemn, and he drew a line with a purple bamboo cane, transported the art of earth escape, and blocked in front of the white-clothed monk.

I heard the sound of "Long!"

There was a great thunderclap, and the earth shook, and the people staggered to the ground.

The "Immortal Sanren" was planted in his own body, and more than a dozen Lei Ze Jade Rune Swords were planted, and when the time came, he would immediately detonate himself.

I saw countless electric lights, black gas, flesh and blood stumps, shooting in the air!

Shi Zixuan and Mr. Qingshu shot at the same time, and an imperial envoy called the rain order wind flag, from the pool outside, calling water dragons into a wall.

One hand took out the tortoise shell from his sleeve, spit out six copper coins, and set up a formation to protect everyone in the hall and resist this terrible thunder and fire poison.

Cough...... Cough......

The black smoke was filled, and the choked people couldn't stop coughing, and they saw that the original magnificent Lingxiao Hall was blown apart, and the roof was crumbling.

"Crazy! No wonder Taiyi Youxian Dao is so jealous of the imperial court, it is really a group of crazy people who are not afraid of death!"

Zhiwei Zhenren had a treasure seal to protect his body, but he was not injured, but his face was pale with horror.

This kind of thunder and flint poison is much more vicious than the Dao Law, and it is impossible to prevent it.

"How long can you protect this person?"

The black qi did not disappear, but he heard the strange laughter of the "Old Man of the Eight Mountains" coming again, his hair was scattered, the laughter was like a ghost, holding a half-cut flat crutch, looking for a gap, and stabbing straight at Han Hou.

Mr. Qingshu was taken aback and shouted, "Hurry up and protect Master Hou!"

The heavy armor soldier rushed with a sword, but this fang spewed out a mouthful of seven-colored mist, which was sucked into the mouth of the guard, and in just a second or two, they all fell to the ground, spitting black blood from their mouths, and their lives and deaths were unknown.

Mr. Qingshu's body shook, and the scroll in his hand shone a pure holy light, fixed the "Old Man of the Eight Mountains", his mouth bloomed with strange light, and shouted: "Evil demon, don't get out of here!"

This drink, with a mighty majesty, saw that the body of this "old man of the eight mountains" shook, and a cloud of black gas was forced out of the body, turning into a Taoist, and shouted angrily: "Caotang monk!

This person left a cruel word, and then turned into black light and rushed out of the Lingxiao Palace.

Mr. Qingshu didn't breathe a sigh of relief, but when he saw a silver light flashing, he was shocked, and turned around and shouted, "Master Hou be careful!"

I saw that ghost-faced man, out of nowhere, suddenly burst out, and the man and gun were one, piercing Han Hou's heart.

This time, not only Shi Zixuan and Zhiwei Zhenren couldn't catch up, but even Mr. Qingshu beside him didn't have time to save people.

From the self-detonation sword talisman of the "Immortal Sanren" to the sneak attack of the "Old Man of the Eight Mountains", it is all a strategy to turn the tiger away from the mountain, and the real killing move is all under this shot.

Han Hou's side, at this time, there was no guard at all, and he was alone, how could he resist this fatal shot?

His life was on the verge of death, but seeing that Han Hou had no fear or fear, he looked coldly at the ghost-faced man and the silver spear who were close at hand, and said indifferently: "You are just a mortal, can you hurt Lonely?

With a "Stand down!", a strange bead suddenly flew out of Han Hou's arms, the size of a chicken egg, the whole body was crystal clear, strange and brilliant, and bloomed with infinite bright light.

The big silver spear in the ghost-faced man's hand froze, but he couldn't pierce it, and suddenly a huge impact force lifted him straight to his head, like a sword, and the arm holding the gun was dripping with blood.

Click!

The grimace mask on his face, cracked a slit.

At this moment, there was a sound of neat and rhythmic footsteps outside, and Jin Wuwei finally arrived!

"Master Hou, it's okay, it's too late in the future!"

Wu Lie changed into a heavy armor, held a halberd, and stepped into the hall majestically, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw the tragic situation full of devastation, and his expression couldn't help but change greatly.

"It's okay to be alone, but I'm fortunate to have the protection of all the masters. ”

Han Hou pointed at the ghost-faced man and said coldly: "This person colluded with the remnants of the Yellow Peril and assassinated Ben Hou, which is a great crime. General Wu, take this person down for Lone!"

"The last general obeys!"

Wu Lie waved his hand, and Jin Wuwei came up with a team of shield-holding guards to protect Han Houtuan.

Outside the hall, archers, spearmen, and axemen were all on standby, and even a fly could not even think of flying out.

Seeing that the opportunity had been lost, the ghost-faced man didn't say a word, put away his hand and grabbed it, and ran out of the hall with a few leaps.

Outside, there was a clanging of shouts, and the sound of weapons blending.

Shi Zixuan stared at Han Hou, who was standing in front of the dragon throne, standing with his hands in his hands, with no joy or sorrow, and a storm surged in his heart:

"How can the bead in Han Hou's hand that blocked the fatal shot be so similar to the thing that Bai Shu gave me!" )

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