The wind rises, and the dense and boundless grassland is full of murderous atmosphere.

Su Heng and the people in Tsing Yi were far away, the breath on the two of them kept rolling, almost coming out of the body, and the true qi in Su Heng's body was surging in the meridians, three hundred miles in one breath.

"Kill!"

Su Heng's mouth thundered, and the Xuantie Gun let out a low groan, like a dragon python roaring.

The man in Tsing Yi was also murderous, he tapped the grass, and the whole person shot straight out, and the double swords in his hands transformed into infinite sword moves. The sword is already known for its subtle moves, and the double sword is even more sophisticated, one person is better than two people joining forces, plus the heart is connected, it is even more wonderful.

Su Heng's experience in the desert was mainly killing, where had he ever seen such a subtle sword technique? The sword moves of the people in Tsing Yi are interlocking, and once they fall into the downwind, they are constantly involved, and it is extremely difficult to break free.

On the other side, the monk had been suppressed by those two people extremely miserable, a little scarlet sprinkled on the white robe, and even the bare head was torn open with a bloody cut.

"Are you really deceiving me Mt. Rotha?" The monk's eyes were shining with golden light, but soon a trace of demonic red appeared, he suddenly sat cross-legged on the ground, and the ground under his feet was immediately bulldozed by a force, and a two-zhang square circle of "swastika" character was imprinted on the ground, and the monk was sitting in the center of the "swastika".

The monk closed his eyes, but he no longer cared about the two people besieging him, and began to chant for the first time in his mouth.

As soon as Wen Wenfu read it, an invisible force swirled around him, and before the attack of the two people could get close to the monk, it was bounced back, and the situation was reversed in an instant.

But the monk didn't seem satisfied, he opened his eyes, pinched the seal with his left hand, and made an extremely strange sound, and one of his bodies was immediately knocked back.

"What's going on?" the other was dumbfounded, and the offensive he was about to launch stopped. Without the slightest fluctuation of true qi, a first-class master was blown away, which was inevitably too weird.

The monk looked at the man, changed his left hand to a new seal, and slowly recited the scriptures in his mouth.

The man was just about to dodge, but he was horrified to find that his body did not obey, and one hand was raised, and under his frightened eyes, he slowly choked his neck.

The monk's eyes turned red, and at this moment he seemed to be about to transform into Shura, and the word "swastika" on the ground seemed to be awakened, emitting a faint red light.

"Monk, wake up!" At this moment, Su Heng's voice suddenly sounded in the monk's ears, like a thunderclap, waking the monk from his disorientation.

Su Heng saw that the monk seemed to be about to go mad, and he was immediately anxious, he didn't care about his safety, swept with a shot, and at the same time roared out with his true qi, which woke the monk up from the edge of going mad, but it was this shout that made the man in Tsing Yi find a flaw and stabbed Su Heng in the chest with a sword.

"Poof!" At this critical juncture, Su Heng's body moved sideways by half an inch, and at the same time, he endured the severe pain, and the Xuantie spear stabbed forward with all his might.

The people in Tsing Yi were temporarily forced to retreat, but they also left a hideous wound on Su Heng's body.

The blood instantly stained the white clothes red, and large swaths of blood spread along the wound to the feet.

"If you only have that strength, I'm afraid you'll have to die in this grassland today. The man in Tsing Yi flicked the long sword, blood beads flew, and the long sword became bright again, without a trace of blood.

Su Heng coughed up blood, but there was no fear in his eyes, death had been with him since he remembered, so what was there to fear?

"I'm just going to Jushou to study, but you keep coming to snipe, what's the reason?"

"Didn't those old things tell you?" the man in Tsing Yi sneered, thinking that Su Heng was delaying time, "In this way, even if I tell you, it's useless, let's die in peace." ”

Before the words fell, the man in Tsing Yi suddenly attacked, he didn't give Su Heng any respite, and wanted to eradicate this threat earlier.

But unexpectedly, a smile quietly appeared on the corner of Su Heng's mouth, and the heart of Tsing Yi suddenly jumped, sensing that a trace of danger was coming, and his figure actually reversed direction halfway.

"Is this really the case?" Su Heng's face instantly turned cold, and dozens of black shadows shot out from his sleeves, converging into a rain of arrows and pouring towards the man in Tsing Yi.

The man in Tsing Yi's face turned abrupt, he didn't expect Su Heng to have such a sharp weapon hidden on his body, and he quickly retreated at the moment.

Su Heng took advantage of this opportunity and quickly retreated, and rushed into the dense grass with the monk.

"Damn!" The man in Tsing Yi stood in place, his face pale, and just as he changed direction halfway, he realized that these were Su Heng's tricks.

That smile was just to trick him into changing direction, and then when his old force was just going to the new force, he used a round of crossbow arrows to shoot him back.

It seems very simple, but this is a mental contest between the two, and if you are not careful, it is a moment of life and death. If the people in Tsing Yi were not deceived, then it was very likely that Su Heng would be taken down from the front, but if the people in Tsing Yi were deceived, then Su Heng would have a chance to escape, all of which were choices made by Su Heng in a very short time, so that he was even more intelligent.

"Master, do you want to chase after you?" a person appeared behind the man in Tsing Yi and said respectfully.

"No need, I Zhang Cang can afford to lose. The man in Tsing Yi seemed to have remembered something, "I threatened to use my own strength this time to bring this Beiji rebel back to Jushou, since I lost, I can naturally admit it." ”

"But...... It is reasonable to be reasonable, how can this Beiji thief not be able to enter Jushou alive. There was a hint of hatred in Zhang Cang's eyes, "You set this ghost thunder on fire." As he spoke, Zhang Cang took out a strangely shaped object from his arms.

"Master, do you really want to use the Ghost Thunder? This is something that can save your life at a critical moment. "The subordinates were terrified, the Youlang Thunder was not very powerful, and it only had one effect, which was to send a signal to Youlang Terrace.

And any person in Youlangtai, even if it is the one hundred and eight ghostly birds, will rush to him when he sees it, and promise this person to do what he can, which is equivalent to the power to help in Youlangtai once, such a talisman-like existence was actually used by Zhang Cang to hunt down Su Heng, no wonder his servants would be excited.

"Don't make a fuss, how many people are the thorn in the side of the Beiji thief? As long as I bring his corpse back to Jushou this time, the entire Jushou City will owe me a favor, how can it be replaced by a Youlang Thunder?" Zhang Cang's mind was amazing, he was thoughtful, and immediately took the fire fold from the servant's hand, and after lighting the fuse, he threw the Youlang Thunder high into the sky.

"Boom!"

After a few breaths, a thunderclap suddenly sounded between heaven and earth, and then a large cluster of dark red fire bloomed in midair, like ink smudging, and soon covered half of the sky, it was the shape of a spear, the dark red spear was like a mountain in the sky, and the oppressive atmosphere was roaring all over the world.

"What is this!?" the monk asked.

As soon as Su Heng turned around, his pupils suddenly constricted, he remembered what the old iron head had said to him about Youlangtai, and immediately turned his head and left, the monk didn't know so he still wanted to ask.

"Don't ask, run quickly, run as far as you can, don't look back!" Su Heng's tone was very eager, this scene was too terrifying, and the hidden things behind it were even more earth-shattering, he had to escape, otherwise this vast grassland would be his burial place.

The true qi in the two of them was running desperately, and Su Heng felt that his meridians were about to be ignited, and it hurt hotly, but he didn't dare to relax, because as soon as those people came, they would not have the slightest chance to escape from those people.

After a while, Chu Zhuang's breath also appeared, "Hurry up!"

Chu Zhuang's clothes were stained with blood at this time, and he had obviously experienced a vicious battle, but he also didn't dare to relax, and even released his true qi and took Su Heng and the monk to hurry together.

The dark red spear in the sky slowly disappeared, but the sense of oppression it brought was still strong, Zhang Cang stood under the spear, his mind could not return to calm for a long time, Rao is he is well-informed, and he can't break free from this oppression.

"It is rumored that Youlangtai has been a spear in the hands of His Majesty the Emperor since its inception, in charge of killing, and now it seems to be true. Zhang Cang muttered, and five people slowly gathered around him.

The wind seems to have suddenly become colder, although it is early spring, but the slaughter in the wind makes people feel as if they have returned to the middle of winter in the lunar month, which makes people shiver.

"What are you looking for?"

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