A simple palm suddenly changed the situation in front of you.
The crazy Geng Zhao was no longer as clear as the Ming Dynasty. He relied on his beastly instinct. Before the palm wind arrived, the long sword dragged it. It was one of the twelve new ways of enlightenment. He wanted to remove one of the opponent's right arm, and the response was extremely vicious!Unexpectedly, the knife hit Shao Xianzun’s shoulder three inches, and the tip of the blade slammed and was blocked by force. Geng Zhaobei urged him more and more, and the thin blade suddenly rebounded!
Shao Xianzun snatched into the central palace, but the two men's clothes were not touched, and Geng Zhao's arms were swollen.Shao Xianzun's hands were covered with countless small cyclones that were hard to see in the naked eye, thicker than the armor. Even the disturbed air was shattered and shattered, and the sizzling sound was endless, like a sea of jelly bee clouds.
Geng Zhao was scattered by the cyclone, and there were large areas of numbness, itch, pricks, pain, etc., which spread. Not only did the skin and acupoints feel particularly uncomfortable, but even the soft tendons at the bottom of the elbow were also numb. His five fingers trembled violently, and the hilt was difficult to hold. He was hit by the two consecutive attacks of the elbow and knee, and he staggered and fell to the ground with a clang.Shao Xianzun’s robe was shrilled!With a sound, he kicked his sword far away.
The young man with red eyes roared angrily to the sky, looking like a mad beast. The martial arts engraved in his body did not disappear because of this, and he directly responded with the lyreal ghost hand.The two of them moved forward, their four arms collided, and Geng Zhao was shaken by the invisible cyclone again, shook his body, and roared and took a step back.
Shao Xianzun flew towards him and almost crashed into his arms. His right hand came out from under his left arm, his four fingers tightly and slightly bent like a shovel, and he penetrated the boy's throat!Geng Zhao wrote a letter to his left palm, but was staggered by the cyclone at his fingertips.If it weren't for the extremely dense internal breath of the Dingtian Sword Vein, the cyclone could not penetrate, and the throat would have been lost.
His corpse's iron hook hand only took half a stance, and he couldn't even make a move. He was attacked and knocked and his arms widened.The middle-aged scholar's slender fingers approached more and more, breaking his defense into pieces. Geng Zhao was like a puppet with handbags and ragged kites. He was played against the wind by his opponent, and he was about to fly away from the ground without hesitation, and he was torn into pieces.
Crazy refugees rushed past the two of them, like an out-of-control black tide, rushing towards the entrances of three high platforms.
The powerful and powerful in the Taiwan Strait are as dangerous as the flesh above, and they are all crying, screaming, and whispering, and a final scene.Tan Jianhu didn't dare to leave Tai Cheng a little while. Seeing the two wardens' faces turned blue, he shouted in a low voice: Tai Cheng's safety, we are all here!How can we tolerate panic?The two of them woke up like a dream, and couldn't help but feel excited. They untied their swords in their hands, showing their determination to die as if they were home.
Tan Jianhu was slightly broad-minded, and turned to Xiao Jianzhi and said: When he was young, the refugees attacked, and I protected Tai Cheng to break through.The old man's face turned ashen, he looked down at the field without touching it. The back of his fingers holding the armrest of the wheelchair stretched out a green joint, and the red sandalwood that was as hard as iron stone collapsed.
The deputy chief, who has been with him for many years, has never witnessed the old man getting angry one after another, and he has no idea how to judge.Compared to the refugees running around in the field, this matter made Tan Jianhu hold back and had to ask for instructions, so as not to get a mess. He had no idea what to ask, so he had to bite the bullet and repeat it several times.
...The refugees will not attack.Xiao Jianzhi came to his senses and snorted coldly:
Murong Rou is not afraid, what are we going to be afraid of? In such an ugly state, put away the sword! The last two sentences were what the students said to the hospital, and their stern voices were better than thousands of troops. The two were startled and hurriedly put away their swords, not daring to speak. When he shouted the chaotic scene on the stage, everyone couldn't help but stand up, and each turned his head, and hundreds of eyes shot towards him. Seeing that the person who was speaking was Old Taicheng Xiao who buried the imperial sword tomb, the old man's expression was calm and cold, and his sharp eyes were enough to look down on the world. He felt at ease inexplicably and calmed down immediately.
Murong Rou is not afraid of that sentence, he can hear it clearly from both sides, including Murong Rou himself not far away.Many powerful people came to their senses and couldn't help but look at the corners of their eyes. However, they saw the pale and weak general Zhendong sitting upright as usual, with a beautiful woman's lips pursed and smiled without any fear.
Everyone felt as if they had a reassurance and thought to themselves: What a kind of person Murong Rou is!How could he die on Mount Alan?Today, we will definitely be able to turn danger into safety.Before the Dharma Assembly, many nobles tried their best not to attend the meeting, for fear that they would feel uncomfortable at the grand event, and it would be disappointing. At this moment, they were very fortunate to be on the same floor with General Zhendong.Having this person in charge is like asking for a rejection before the banquet of the King of Hell. He still has half a lifetime to taste it slowly, so there is no need to rush to re-enter the six realms and reincarnate.
In contrast, the domineering and arrogant general Pu Bao, who was in the first decision of Liantai, had already shrunk in one place and was surrounded by the Nanling samurai group brought by him, and he couldn't even look at his figure. Without him and Dugu Tianwei, it made people feel tense and relaxed for a moment.
Duan Xiaying, a female guard from General Zhennan’s Mansion, changed her deputy new sword and stood by Pubao without leaving her step.Although there were shadows across the street, her beautiful figure was wrapped in black silk clothes and made a proud curve. After all, it was difficult to hide it. Dugu Tianwei narrowed his eyes and kept searching for the delicate and erect bulge between the gaps, and he kept looking for the golden embroidered black and erect. He said, not at ease with the matter of refugees.
Xiao Jianzhi glanced at his sharp eyes, his face suddenly became cold, and he bent his fingers and tapped his handrail, and there was no joy or anger on his face.
When Tan Jianhu saw that he had regained his usual cold and calm spirit, he was a little relieved and could finally distract himself from watching the battle in the field. After seeing it for a moment, he couldn't help but blurt out: I heard that the master of Shao's self-created Qi-cutting Hand was a unique skill in internal schools, and I didn't expect that he would have such a tricky way. His military force is known for his firepower. All the people in the world think that moves are not his strengths, but they don’t know that the deputy chief has been immersed in this skill for more than thirty years and his fists and feet are extraordinary, so they sigh.
Xiao Jianzhi did not look a little, and said calmly: This road is the authenticity of Qingfengzhao. The former head of Qingfengzhao, Tiangong Zhaomiao, Zhiya Zhang Yizhi became famous and known as the best in the world.Qingfeng shines the articles and works in a combination of literature and martial arts, and the words "Cao" and "Shi" are emphasized.Such ambition is a loser, and it seems to be sharp and tricky, but who has it knocked down?
Talking about Jianhu is a great expert in fist and palm, it is understandable at one point:
Yes, this palm technique seems to be slower, attack the enemy with three points and keep seven points. When the palm power gradually becomes stronger and the opponent's internal breath is mixed with the opponent's internal breath, the enemy's power will be fully in the shell! The master of the Shao family used the method like this and treated the palm technique as a capture. It could hurt people for a while, but it would not last long. However, he came to the East China Sea, only the educated Qing Fengzhao was the Shao family's foundation and Shao Xianzun was the head of the Shao family. Not only was he unmoved, but the Tiangong Zhao Miaozhi Yazhang was the first time he heard about it, and said embarrassedly:
It turns out that it is not the reason to cut off the qi.I'm ignorant.
What are the things that didn’t exist before? Xiao Jianzhi snorted coldly. I hide my moves and tricks, and only use my own techniques to exert force. Even if I create a martial arts, it is too cheap! Qingfeng starts from the forty-five generations, and the ranking of the generations of Feng, Ya, Xian and Shao is now there?
Tan Jianhu was not very skilled in the old things in the East China Sea, and thought: It turns out that Qingfeng Zhao is not the ancestral property of the Shao family, and there was also a leader in the past.With the character of the head of the Shao family, he would never plagiarize the benefits of his ancestors. His martial arts were all based on the Qingfeng, and his ways were closely similar. He was born with the Qi-cutting hand and was not moved by his heart. It was not surprising that they were in line with each other.
It should be noted that all the famous martial arts in the world are all practiced thousands of times. It is not easy to add or reduce one move and half of the move, let alone create something out of nothing and create it yourself?It is a big taboo in the martial arts world. Once you learn from the master and disciple, you will improve the martial arts of your sect, remove the drought and preserve the essence, and even change it to a famous name. This is a big taboo in the martial arts world. Once you know it, black and white will condemn it at the same time, without exception.Shao Xianzun loves to cherish his feathers the most and expected to do such a foolish thing.
After thinking about it, I saw that the old Taicheng looked slandered and Tan Jianhu was afraid of making him angry. He only dared to rest assured that he would not say anything in his mouth. When Yu Guang glanced at him, he couldn't help but exclaim: Not good!
It turned out that when Geng and Shao fought fiercely, refugees had already gathered at the entrance of three high platforms. The people at the bottom of the platform were like water pouring into an ant hole, scattering in surprise.The refugees did not hurt people's original hearts, and they were also moved by the screams that rose and fell. They opened their blood-red red eyes, as if they were chasing rabbits and hungry dogs, and they couldn't help but rush towards the people who were running away. Whenever they pressed to the ground, they opened their mouths and bit them to the side of their necks, making their bloody and twitching all over. The sound gradually stopped hearing them, and they kept tearing and chewing them, which looked extremely horrible.
General!Tan Jianhuzi's eyes were about to break, and half of his body was poked out without knowing it, so he suddenly turned around:
Please save the people!
Murong Rou looked as usual, shook her head and said: I can’t care.When I was young, if the entrance was in danger, I would even kill the refugees.They are also people of the court. Should the deputy chief of the Taiwan Affairs Office also stop me?Talk about swords and silences.
The surviving people retreated to the bottom of the stage and saw the soldiers of the inspection camp unsheathed their swords and blocked the stairs tightly. It was difficult to get over the line and cried: Help, Jun Ye!Luo Ye's subordinates were ordered to retreat without any step. They stared at the refugees behind the wall and shouted: Go and go!Come forward, don’t blame the knife for not having eyes!Unfortunately, the crowd rushed over and over again. The front could not hold back and pounced on the tip of the blade one after another. The brothers in the inspection camp tried to cut, but they still couldn't stop. Instead, they were pushed back several levels.
The people rushed up stepping on the people, and the stands couldn't help but push, and they started to shake slightly, making a long and sour sound.Murong Rou glanced at her phoenix eyes, exclaimed sternly regardless of the whole stage, and said sternly: Luo Ye!
The young captain made a move, and the personal soldiers beside him raised a banner. There was a whistle sound from the top of the platform opposite. The black arrow curtain slowly pulled into the air, and suddenly accelerated and flew down, holding the ferocious sound of breaking through the air, stern!Nailed into a row on the ground, some refugees were caught in several arrows, like hedgehogs, and some were pierced by feather arrows and rolling and wailing.
Almost at the same time, Luo Ye's team also released the strings according to the order and shot down the refugees at the entrance of the stands opposite. Whether they were rushing or escaping their lives, they all fell; the military orders were not stopped, and the drums fell as soon as the flags rose, and the second wave of arrows came again, and more fell, but there was no movement, which was still moaning and turning.
Although the refugees were crazy, they still had the instinct to survive, so they did not dare to enter again. They left and right sides and gathered towards the center of the square.The remaining gentry had no choice but to retreat to the lotus platform. The tragedy of wolf eating sheep continued along the way, but they both changed their directions due to sharp arrows.
The shocking scene defeated many pampered and powerful people on the stage.Some people burst into tears, hugging themselves in a panic, and were speechless; some people couldn't help laughing and crying, and their bodies were trembling.Chen Suyun woke up again and again, woke up again and again. In the end, even the shock seemed numb, but she couldn't help but she looked at her husband with her cherry lips and said sadly: Can't...can't you save them?
Murong Rou shook her head woodenly.
This is war, it doesn’t matter whether to save or not.Everyone’s goal is to survive.
For...why do you need this?Chen Suyun choked and said: Why do the people who caused these things... why do they do this?Many people...many people died!Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w
Because of ignorance.Ambitioners don't necessarily know what they did without really witnessing the sacrifice.The blood imagined when making suggestions is far less vivid than the time when it is true.Murong Rou looked down at the bloody scene, with a faint expression and whispered:
I hope they see it now.In this life, as long as you have seen the real Shura field, you will not want to see it again.
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Around the lotus platform, besides Geng and Shao, there are still several small circles that refugees cannot break through, like small islands in the black stream.
Li Hanyang protected Zhu Wu and Qian Wujiu, and no one could be within one meter of the pointing of the giant sword.He saw the stalemate at the bottom of the stage from afar, and knew that it would hurt people's lives. If he was alone, he could rush to the ground and go between three or two, and he would take action to resolve the disputes. He had no choice but to take care of his two young men and had many concerns and put aside his actions. The general Zhendong actually ordered an arrow to be fired. In the blink of an eye, he was killed and injured, and he couldn't bear to see it.
...After attacking the people, Murong Rou was forced to the end!With a thought, he inserted Ding Tianjun back on his back.
When the refugees saw him collecting his weapons, they surrounded him again. Li Hanyang split his hands with his hands. Wherever he reached his powerful internal strength, he swept away two giant swords, sweeping the refugees to the east and west, flying one by one, and his back was on the ground, and he slid out more than a foot, leaving traces scattered on all sides in the field, as if dragging a plow.
The two young people had never encountered such a bloody and pupil scene, and their faces were pale. When Zhu Wu saw Li Hanyang taking over the Ding Tianjun sword, the situation around him seemed even more dangerous, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He felt relieved inexplicably: Li Daxia's sword is so sharp, and he can't help but hurt lives with just one swing.It is better to accept it.Seeing that the blood stained yellow sand at the bottom of the platform and the corpse filled with feather arrows twisted and spread out, I thanked Li Hanyang for intervening and prevented him from entering the twenty-five gardens.
Killing people and killing pigs is indeed different.If I kill a few... no, even if I kill an innocent person, I will never be at ease in this life.How can there be so many evil people in the world who are willing to act violently!How can they sleep peacefully at night?
Li Hanyang did not notice the boy's thoughts, and he threw away several refugees. Seeing that there were people running away from him, he wanted to help him. When he saw Zhu Wufa stunned when he saw him, he frowned and said: The battle formation is dangerous, so you should not be distracted!Follow me closely!The robe shook off and untied a sheathed dagger from the sheath and threw it to him.This dagger is sharp. After being unsheathed, you must use the tip of the dagger to approach yourself.Seeing him hesitated, his mind moved:
This child always thinks about others, which is really rare.The complexion cleared a little, and Wen Yan said: If you don’t want to hurt a person’s life, use less attacks and stabs, and use a blade to scare people.
Zhu Wu was a butcher, and he was a veteran of using swords. He understood the principle that it was inevitable to hurt people when using swords. While pondering, the dagger had been snatched by Wujiu.Wujiu was more than half a head shorter than Zhu Wu, but this robbery was as fast as lightning. Zhu Wu's palms suddenly cooled down. When he was shocked, the heavy dagger was already lost with the belt.
Wujiu grabbed the dagger, clang!With a sound of raising the hang out, he bit the lace and wrapped his left hand around his waist, tied the sheath around his waist in a few seconds, and tied the dead knot. Yu Guang saw the refugee approaching, turned around and stabbed, and shouted with a look of his eyes: Kill!Although his hands are short and his body is short, he is a dagger that is full of power and shining with the cold light. Everyone nearby cannot help but retreat. No one dares to directly repair the sword Zhai's direct history of the Six Poles Sword Technique.
…Come on!After all, Qian Wujiu was a swordsman. Since he learned about it, he understood that there was a huge gap between routines and actual combat. He did not really think that he had the ability to repel refugees. Seeing everyone showing fear, he hurriedly stretched out his little hand and grabbed Zhu Wu and followed Li Hanyang closely.
Li Hanyang dispersed the refugees and gathered the people who were calling for help.In the corner close to the high platform on the left, there was also a group of Donghai squires with disheveled hair and broken clothes gathered together, but the leader was a pretty girl with round face and light shirt.She opened her arms, like a hen with young children to hide from the falcons in the sky, she covered the gentry and wife who were several times older than her. Her round little face could not hide her panic, and she refused to leave everyone alone to escape, and shouted to the approaching refugees:
Everyone...dear fellow villagers!Don't do this!I...I know you don't want to do it either, don't...don't come again!Woo... so many people have died, you guys are running away... don't... Woo... After talking, I couldn't help but choke up, tears rolled down my cheeks, and I still refused to retreat.
Between Li Hanyang and the girl, there were still a large number of refugees who were roaring like headless flies, and a fierce battle combination, and two pairs of fierce fighting. They could not fight a path of blood, so they had to try their best to escape obstacles and protect the two young people to join the people. For fear that the girl would be killed by the mob, they said:
girl!These refugees' eyes were red and their minds were lost, which was a sign of being controlled by the ecstasy drug.Girls try to protect themselves first, don’t expect them to be moved by words, Li will arrive later!
The girl's delicate body trembled and she recognized the voice of the Lord of Dingtian Sword.No!They can understand... they recognize me!Daxia Li, tell the general quickly, stop shooting arrows!Dead... Woo... Many people died... As if to win the trust of him, he hurriedly wiped his tears and said to the refugees in front of him:
Do you still remember me, right?We have seen it in Zhuanbanling.I remember the flower bag you used to hold rice and grain... Yes, your surname is Zhang, right?The man's originally dirty and ferocious face suddenly showed a look of confusion. He was forced to hold his head and retreat and breathe, as if his head was in pain, and he couldn't help but squat down.The mob in the back row ignored it, grabbed his hands, roared and stepped on the man's body, and continued to approach the girl in a hurry.
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That girl was Shao Xianzun’s only beloved daughter Shao Qianqian.
At the beginning of the chaos, a large number of mobs flocked into the mountain gate. Shao Xianzun was trapped by Geng Zhao to fight against the lotus platform. However, Shao Lansheng faced the monster cloak wearing the ghost face of the Nuo god. Neither side even took action to take care of the pearl in Qingfengzhao's palm.Qianqian was worried about her father's third uncle, so she stayed on the sidelines for a while. When she came back to her senses, the entrance to the platform had been blocked and she had no way back.
Her martial arts are ordinary. When she saw a ghost-like mob, she bit people when she saw them. She was so scared that her legs were as weak as mud. She wanted to sit down on the buttress, closed her eyes and held her hands. However, she was born with a heart that could not bear to be with others. She heard the people running away and crying. She suddenly felt a hundred times more courage and tried to get up. She was about to do something, but when she met a burly and thick mob rushed over. Qianqian's knees bent, and then sat down again, and just flashed by the grapple.
The refugee hit the brick wall, even though he was strong, he could not get up for a moment.He used his hands and feet together, climbing away from the dangerous ground with his plump and round thighs. He looked back and glanced at him in a hurry, and was suddenly stunned.
Sun...Uncle Sun?Me, I am Qianqian.
The great man Sun was one of the first refugees to come to Anle Village. He lived in the village for more than half a year, helping the backward people settle down and helping build sheds and houses. He was very active among the refugees and was very close to Qingfengzhao's disciples. Later, I said I would go east to pick up some of the friends I met on the way back, and I will never return.
There are many such examples in Anle Village. Some of them have relatives in the East China Sea, while others have found places that will not be excluded. From then on, they have settled down. After a while, they have washed away the wind and frost and become ordinary people. Anle Village is like a small inn where they recover from their fatigue during their journey and set off again. With a new life or even identity, no one wants to look back and expose the old scars. Qianqian and her senior brothers are used to people coming and going, and they are inevitably sad, but they don’t think there is anything wrong.
She didn't expect that Uncle Sun, who was cheerful and enthusiastic in the past, was also mixed in the mob and became the pioneer of attacking Lianjue Temple. She was shocked and forgot to be afraid, so she turned around and crawled back a few times, shouting to the middle-aged man: Uncle Sun!You don't remember me?I...I am Qianqian.Sun hugged his head with both hands, his face was blank, and after a while, he frowned and murmured:
Big... Miss?
It's me!Qianqian was overjoyed and was about to step forward. Suddenly, a black hair fell from her head, accompanied by the greasy flesh and screams, and it was thumping all over the floor.I saw clusters of white new feathers standing out of thin air in front of me and the tail end was shaking, like a reed bank facing the wind.
...Uncle Sun!
Qianqian couldn't help crying, and the man was hit by several arrows, his eyes were dumbfounded. The shock before his death remained on the twisted face, and the previous cruelty and cruelty were gone.The girl was so sad that her heart was touched, as if she had captured a strange feeling. She vaguely realized that Sun's actions were different from each other. It was not accidental, but she did not have the intention to go deeper. She suddenly heard Shao Lansheng shouting in the distance:
Qianqian comes here!Beware... Beware of feather arrows!
The girl endured the bitterness, lifted her skirt and stood up, pushing several helpless people to the lotus platform.
Hurry up...Run!Before the voice fell, the second wave of arrows came again. The remains of the corpses near the place where they were originally landed were shot and were pierced to the point of blood. They were like piercing the full wine bags. The limbs were even more distorted. They could hardly tell the original shape, and large pieces of dirty red appeared underneath, which was shocking.
Shao Lansheng took a breath and saw the corpse and arrow feathers piled up all over the ground. Where was the niece missing?He screamed in anxiety: Qianqian!But Li Hanyang heard from the other end say anxiously:
Pay attention!
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Shao Lansheng and the strange man in black were in stalemate. One was eager to leave, and the other was chewing. The tip of the bark wood sword appeared in blue fireflies, flying around the man in black, with hissing sounds endlessly, and the intensity was no less than that of Shao Xianzun and Geng Zhao on the side of the lotus platform.
The man in black was short and fat, but his movements were as sharp as a monkey. He flew back and forth, his palms flew up and down, and his green light was scattered everywhere, and the sword tips were shaking. The intense sound of the golden iron clang sound was like a chime. Although the battle was more than a cup of tea, he was still safe under the sharp sword light, but it was difficult to retreat completely for a while.
Shao Lansheng used calligraphy and painting into his sword, and his cultivation was much better than ordinary swordsmen. However, his brother was surrounded by dangers and his baby niece was trapped in the refugee formation, and he was not concerned at both ends. He made this word urgent at the beginning, trying to seize the opponent with a quick sword.
The black-clothed monster looked at the situation. Although he tried to get out, his hands were getting faster and faster. When Shao Lansheng noticed it, the two had reached a situation where they competed quickly and could not be allowed. He wanted to change the rhythm of the attack. In this fleeting turning point, the black-clothed man could take advantage of the opportunity to take off.
The elder brother’s explanation is not allowed to be mistaken.Shao Lansheng had to speed up, but he was not to strive for the first place, but to avoid giving his opponents an opportunity to take advantage of, and to be controlled by others without realizing it.
(This guy... is so scheming!)
Qing Fengzhao's hundreds of years of foundation was relied on the Demon Sword Holy War. When Shao Xianzun took over, he said that the talent was withering and there were not many people left. Although the introduction of his own brothers was inevitably criticized, he was forced to do so.
Shao Xiangpu, the second son of the Shao family, was good at planning, and was a rare talent for Qingfengzhao, who was in trouble. The third son, Shao Lansheng, was still young at that time. The two brothers were busy with family affairs and had no time to take him by his side to train, so he used his relationship and sent him to the most mysterious hidden sword sect in the martial arts world, the Jielu Caotang, to learn skills.
Qingfengzhao and Jielu Caotang are inextricably linked. Every generation, one or two people will have the opportunity to enter the Caotang for further study. Those who have achieved their skills are outstanding and powerful figures. Shao Xianzun had no chance to peek at the secret sword of the grass cottage, which was a lifelong regret, so he devoted himself to cultivating the third brother. Shao Lansheng did not disappoint his brother's desire. He passed many tests and entered the door and wall of the Jilu Caotang, becoming one of the most famous swordsmen in the world.
His hand, Yuntai sword painting, not only has the exquisite moves, but also the internal force is also unique. On that day, Lu Bijia, the second in charge of Liu Cinema and Tianmen, came to the sword house. He fought with a half-rolling bar to fight the Bomu sword on Lu Bijia's hands. At the same time, he used the method of true qi to penetrate the veins to heal Mu Yunse. He was distracted and made all his efforts. His internal cultivation obviously surpassed Lu Bijia, who was an authentic master of Xuanmen, and fully demonstrated the outstanding skills of the descendants of Caotang.
The man in black failed to make Master Shao San lock his hands. His sword tip shook away and stabbed three different directions. He could not tell which was real and which was empty.
The man in black frightened: What a fast sword!It is expected that there must be a weak point among the three moves. Maybe it is all suspicious soldiers. They are wearing steel wire chain armor and dare not take the risk of causing damage to their hands and feet. They have one palm to cover the two sword lights that are rushing towards their legs and arms, and at the same time gather energy in their chests, and use their chests to force the third sword--
The sword force entered the palm, and it was as heavy as a ball with bare hands. Then, two clangs were heard, and the tip of the sword stabbed the palm. The two swords were difficult to distinguish, and they were not a false move.……not good!When the man in black found out that something was wrong, he was too late. The heavy force below the collarbone crashed, and the green light came again. The two force one was heavy and one was sharp, just overlapping on the Zhongfu acupoint. Even though the circular armor that protected the body was extremely dense and tough, it made his qi and blood surge, and his eyes suddenly dark, and he almost staggered.
The fast sword in the air was not heavy, and the man in black never expected that Shao Lansheng would arrive at the same time. None of them was a trick to confuse the enemy's goal. It could be said that he had just been honest and deceived the scheming robber grandfather.Shao Lansheng's sword tip pierced into the man in black's chest, and it was hard to make any progress. He knew that there was a soft armored heart protection mirror under the cloak, so he did not dare to waste time regulating his breath. When the hilt of the sword was sent, he was about to seal the acupoint, but unexpectedly the man did not adjust. When he raised his right hand, Shao Lansheng's left arm was cut by three sharp winds, and his clothes were cracked and blood burst out, like a claw of a middle beast!
Shao Lan suffered pain, but suddenly realized that it was only a skin and flesh injury. She did not damage her muscles and bones, so she did not dare to relax and regulate her breath. She closed her breath and flirted with her backhand!
If the strange man in black does not dodge, he will definitely use the riveted part of his shoulders and arms to catch the sword. The strength here is not as strong as the armor ring. If he is not careful, his left arm will be scrapped. However, he will also be unable to adjust his skills in one breath, and it is difficult to use light skills to go far. If he wants to avoid this sword, he will have no other way except to bully Shao Lansheng. This will shorten the distance and make it even more difficult to get rid of it.
Both of them suffered internal and external injuries, but they both held their breath and refused to give in.
Seeing that Shao Lansheng was about to get rid of his disadvantages, the strange man in black suddenly reached out and held the blade.Shao Lansheng shook his wrist and originally intended to leave half of his hand, but only a bunch of bright sparks was twisted out. The man in black's gloves were shattered, revealing a fine steel ring.Only then did Shao Lansheng see clearly that there was a piece of armor inlaid in his palm, which was cast on it with three ferocious steel claws about two inches long and curved like an eagle hook. Each claw hook was located just between the gaps of the four fingers, and no matter whether you clench your fist or swing your palm, you can hurt people.
(This is... palm palm hand armor hook!)
This kind of Qimen weapon is said to have been from the flying thieves on the Liang Dynasty. It is not very glorious and is rarely used by the martial arts road.
However, rumors in the world cannot be fully believed. As the saying goes, one inch shorter and one inch dangerous, the hand and armor hooks must be mastered in boxing and feet, and even light skills and internal strength must be of considerable attainments. It takes a lot of effort to seize the shortcomings and avoid strengths.If you almost surpass the hidden weapon, you will not have the advantage of the hidden weapon. If you fight for swords and big guns, you will not be able to win with one force, or you will be defeated by a complete defeat. Often, you may not be able to produce a master if you lose the hard work of a generation.The last sect that is famous for its palm palm hand and armor hook has been extinct for decades, and it is probably inseparable from this.
This black-clothed monster not only wore a chain of armor made of steel wire under his gloves, it was no wonder that he could deal with weapons with empty hands.The man in black hooked the sword with his armor, and the man in black tightened his five fingers. Shao Lansheng grabbed his strength and failed. The situation reversed. The man in black was able to take a breath, grabbed the Bomu Sword and dragged Shao Lansheng closer, and his right palm swish!Raise and swing, holding the evil black light in his palm, if Shao Lansheng does not withdraw his sword and leap back, he will not be able to escape the disaster!
At this moment, the feathers and arrows on both sides intertwine, and according to the orders of the inspection camp brothers on the top of the platform, they drove the bows to clear out a large number of refugees approaching the opposite entrance, and wailed and exclaimed one after another.Qianqian and Sun were easy to get close to each other. Shao Lansheng could hear her sorrow clearly. The third master looked motionless. Sure enough, he let go of the hilt of the sword in front of the claw Feng and his body, and strode back.
And the man in black is waiting for this moment.
His knees bent and bounced, and his upper body was not even changed. His whole body was smooth and he was about to disappear from the refugee camp that was swarming and retreating.Unexpectedly, Shao Lansheng was just acting, his body was paused and his ape's arms grew longer. Suddenly, he grabbed the hilt of the sword and used his ten successful forces to turn. Suddenly, he heard a crisp sound of the clanging sound of the black-clothed monster, and the black-clothed monster groaned and retreated. The thin armor of the left palm had been scattered and flew away, leaving only the cracked rings on the ground. The exposed fat palm was as red as blood, as if it had suffered a severe external injury, and it was almost incomplete.
Shao Lansheng was finally a little distracted and turned around and shouted: Qianqian comes here!Pay attention to the feather arrow... Before he finished speaking, a person from afar issued a warning: Pay attention!Shao Lansheng's thoughts moved slightly, but he was no longer able to turn around.
The man in black raised his vermilion-like bloody hand, opened his five fingers and grabbed it from the air. Shao Lansheng suddenly felt a bloody wind penetrated his body, and his chest was irritated. Five claw marks were cracked at the thick joint, and blood shot straight into the sky!
He screamed and bounced off. The black-clothed monster was still waiting to fill his claws. The strong wind had arrived behind him, which made him almost unstable, let alone fighting.The man in black turned around and pushed his palms, and flew backwards; the visitor stopped suddenly, and the sword swung back and swept. The sharp sword tip was still half a foot away from the man in black. The strong wind had already pulled him around for a few times and staggered to the ground.The sword was unlucky, and there was only one person in the scene of such shocking power. It was Li Hanyang, the master of Dingtian Sword who arrived later.
The man in black twitched slightly, and a wet shimmer came out from under his mask, soaking his collar. His hands kept grabbing the refugees around him and threw them towards Li Hanyang.His fingers and claws were like iron, and he could penetrate the flesh and bones with his fingers. The smooth muscles and blood grabbed it and made everyone scream. What was strange was that once it was thrown out, even if it screamed violently in the air, it would be stiff when it landed, revealing the head, face, hands and feet outside the clothes were red like blood, and there was no sound.
Li Hanyang had only doubts about his weapons. Seeing the vicious martial arts of the Soul-Breaking Blood Sword, he said sternly: The Scorpion Tiger is blocking the world, and the Blood Armor is inherited!Who are you who sacrificed the Blood Demon Lord?The man sneered.Li Hanyang was already 70% sure of his origin, so he carefully dodged the new corpse contaminated by his finger claws and shouted: Dingtianjun Sword is dedicated to breaking the Yin power, and your body is damaged and you cannot create a useful blood corpse. So you don’t have to hurt your life anymore?
The Blood Armor Sect is notorious, and even within the Seven Mysteries, it is difficult to have a comparable person, so it was destroyed by the joint efforts of the righteous path more than a hundred years ago.The remnants of the Blood Armor Sect who escaped by luck changed their names and lurked in various sects, and even absorbed new blood from these sects to continue their inheritance. Every decade, someone planned a conspiracy in the name of the Blood Armor successor to make trouble.This evil vein turns into light and darkness, parasitizing two mountains, black and white. Although its name has gradually been forgotten by the world, it has never been uprooted. Unexpectedly, it appears on Mount Alan today.
The man in black had a bright red left palm, but his nails were black and purple. This was the characteristic of the fortune-teller's Soul-Breaking Blood Sword. He was called by Li Hanyang and sneered: When I killed Master Shao San, I had not yet known the Dingtianjun Sword.The throat sound is both hoarse and sharp, and the teeth are sore when you hear it.
Li Hanyang would feel sorry for this person, and he would not let him go easily. He waved his sword: Leave the antidote!The man in black inserted his backhand, and his five fingers pierced through a refugee's chest, causing the man to twitch all over and hang softly on his finger claws.The man in black dragged his body over and threw it away, and said with a smile:
There may not be any remedy when the medicine is here!Before the voice fell, the new corpse suddenly shattered in the air, and many red and white objects such as plasma, minced meat, and residual bones fell like rain, making them extremely terrifying!
Li Hanyang heard from his predecessor that although the Soul-Breaking Blood Sword has the word "Sword", it is a vicious and vicious skill. It is extremely difficult to prevent the poison of rotten corpses into the nails of ten fingers to attack the enemy and use corpses to infect them. He quickly improved his skills, and the giant sword was spinning towards the sky, and his divine power was everywhere, sweeping all the falling corpses to the side. However, the man in black had already mixed into the refugees and could no longer see the strange mountain ghost girl's face.
Uncle...uncle!
Qianqian tried hard to help Shao Lansheng sit up. Li Hanyang rushed over and saw that Shao Lansheng's lips were white, but not blue in purple, unlike being poisoned by corpse. Thinking of the fierce fighting between the two and fighting for a breath, the man in black should have no energy to improve the ability to transport corrupt corpse poison, so he felt relieved.
However, the martial arts of the Blood Armor Sect have unique Yin power. If it is not eliminated in time, it will not only damage the body, but also gradually erode the body, causing the injured to die prematurely.Li Hanyang did not care about the chaos on the field and quickly worked cross-legged to force Shao Lansheng out of the Yin power inside his body.Suddenly, when I heard the sound of killing in the distance, the shadow of the golden sword was moving under the Fengtai. It turned out that the Jinwu guards saw the refugees approaching and took the initiative to fight out.
These Jinwu Guards are all from Ping Wang's aristocratic families. They have never been to the battlefield to kill anyone in their lives. Seeing the scene bleeding and losing control, Taiban was so scared that his legs were weak, but a small number of good people were eager to try and were very excited.
Before Ren Zhuliu gave an order, dozens of armored guards were unsheathed and killed themselves into the crowd. At first, they were like cutting vegetables and melons, and the ones were invincible. They were still hesitant to watch, but they also drew their swords and spears to join the battle group, fearing that they would fall behind and laugh for their peers. The number of people who joined the battle group suddenly expanded to more than a hundred. They had no command or team, like wild horses that broke away from the reins, scattered and scattered and scattered.
However, the number of refugees is more than ten times that?The army alone is going deep, and it is just a waste of energy.Soon, these fierce teenagers in the capital gradually realized that there were enemies around them, one after another, and they were killed endlessly. The laughter slowly turned into scolding, screaming, crying for help, and even wailing. However, the mob continued to come, and the golden armor was finally swallowed up by the black tide one by one. Not only was the offensive setback, but the refugees who had the upper hand even rushed back. If the back team had not blocked it in time, even the magnificent entrance of Fengtai would have been lost.
At this point, the Fengtai was in a tug of war, and the two sides were in contact. A guard officer Chu Chongyuannai, who was transferred from the Yulin Army of the Northern Yai to the Southern Yai, finally he had half his life in the army. Unlike these children of aristocratic families who lived in poverty, he ordered the team to fill the gap and drew out his sword and supervised the battle on the steps.
In addition to being a noble family of Ping Wang and three generations of innocent people, the selection of Jinwu Guards is also one of the standards. However, this time when we come to the east is not a battle, we have more ceremonial guards and fewer arms, and we must take off strings to maintain it when we are not in use. We have not even brought Fengtai to us today, so we will fall into the dilemma of facing the enemy with one stone.
Chu Chongyuan knew that fighting was useless and tried to hold on, but the number of people on both sides was very different. On weekdays, Jinwu Guard training was loose and his subordinates did not have the habit of obeying orders. At this deadly moment, some were cowardly before the battle, and some were overly frightened and rushed out rashly; when the two sides collided, the back team that had just been filled was knocked into several small circles, fighting each other.The guard officer with gray hair on his temples burst into anger and sighed in his heart:
It is said that Nanya is easy to support her, but she died here today.Do your own evil!
Seeing that the two wings were about to fall, he had to join the battle. He waved his sword and chopped down two fierce mobs, turned around and shouted: Don't leave the ranks, hold on to the front line!Who dares - I felt a pain on the ventral side, and I couldn't vomit it out, but my body trembled slightly and my warm blood twitched out of my throat.He leaned down and saw a large, beautiful gilded gun that was carved into his armor. It was the object of Jinwu Guard, but the gun rod was held in the hands of a mob.
Before he died, Chu Chongyuan finally understood: those Jinwu Guard brothers who were dragged out by the mob and disappeared in the black stream were not left without anything.The weapons they carried were all armed by mobs. Although there were not many, the enemies they faced would no longer be naked, but were equipped with excellent weapons purchased from the Chiliantang of the Donghai Sea.
...Old Chu!
Ren Zhuliu leaned on the railing to see his subordinates tragically die, his face turned pale, unexpectedly causing internal injuries, and he almost vomited and bleeding.Although he held military positions for many years, it was actually arranged by his elder brother. How dare the superiors in the army treat him as subordinates?Just live by all things, this soldier should be rude and not be serious.When marching and fighting, I was afraid that Chu Chongyuan would be much better than him.
The situation evolved so much, Ren Zhuliu couldn't sit still anymore. After thinking for a moment, he said to Ren Yizi and Jin Yin: Protect the Empress, and do not leave at all.Ignoring Ayan's call, put on her clothes and held a sword, with a calm face, Deng Deng Deng quickly walked downstairs, and saw someone coming forward and saying: Jin Wulang... I didn't care who it was, so I waved it away: Don't block the way, I have no time!But Chi Fengjun was a rag bag and was swept to the side, and he was confused and didn't even say anything.
Ren Zhuliu came to the lobby. The guards who were holding spears and squeezing in one place and did not dare to enter or out were as if they saw a savior, and they almost burst into tears. Unexpectedly, Jinwulang's face darkened, kicked the seven or eight people who were approaching each other. With a clang, he shook the golden ring on the flying phoenix sword and stepped out of the high threshold. He was afraid that the sword body would not be unsheathed. When he saw that it was a refugee, he would poke it, and all those who were in charge fell to the ground. If he met the guards of Jinwu, he would pull his butts down, and he would thrust back into the hall with his backhand, and he would thrust back into the hall with his butts covered, and he would burst into tears.
I am very good at bragging on weekdays, but when things come, they are all waste!I don’t do serious things every day when I eat, drink, whore and gambling. When it comes to a critical moment, I have no use for nothing!Even the dead people can't win!Holding Jinwu, I spit!All go burn gold and paper!The more he spoke, the more angry he became, and he was full of anger on the enemy. The flying phoenix sword hit his head and face. The delicate sheath relief was sucked on the face. He didn't even hum too much when he was humming, and the dull knocking sound was particularly afraid of people.
I also eat, drink, gamble all day long, why are you not as cowardly as your grandsons?They were all embarrassed to the East China Sea - suddenly, they saw the sky covered with a stunning scream, as if they were about to tear apart the sky. They hurriedly grabbed the two brothers with one hand and flew backwards. Before they could pull a hand, they kicked them into the hall.While turning around and crossing the high threshold, the wolf-tooth arrows were already thrust into the steps, shooting the fallen refugees and the sacrificed Jinwu guards into hedgehogs.
Murong Rou!After all, Ren Zhuliu's internal injuries have not healed, so he adjusted his breath first, and then laughed loudly:
Are you addicted to killing?He doesn't let go of any of his mother!
There were constant fighting, chasing and roaring in the square. Murong Rou had no martial arts and could not speak far away. However, a young man in a military uniform with a scar on his face replied loudly: My general said, please ask Jinwulang to guard the Xinfengtai and don't go out to fight.Only in this way can we stop the mob with bows and arrows, so that they dare not step beyond the line!
Ren Zhuliu felt a sudden change in his heart, but he was unwilling to show weakness, pointing to a refugee who rushed out of the hall and sneered:
There have been many people who have crossed the line!The business is so good that I am afraid that I will not be willing to close the door until Lantern Festival.Are you here or me now?
The young man pulled the bow and released the strings, his movements were lightning-proof and he never stopped.The feather arrow shot through the refugee's feet and shins. The man rolled on the ground with his legs in his arms, screaming endlessly. The mob, who had originally covered it, was stunned for a moment. Although the offensive had not stopped, his arrogance was no longer as high as before.
If it weren't for a coincidence, the Scar Boy's eyesight would be like a hawk?Why are there such talented people around Murong Rou, one after another, just like a soaked shit, and it’s endless to pull it?Seeing that there were still mobs who were not afraid of death on both sides of Fengtai, I knew that Murong Rou had done his best to provide assistance. If he could no longer hold on now, the sign of Jinwuwei would be thrown into the cessation pit. Ren Zhuliu put away his contempt and lifted his sword sheath. Zhao Ding's subordinates beat him up and said angrily:
Take care of me!If you dare to put a dead commoner in it, I will throw you out as a target!
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--What an amazing eye.
There are more than a hundred steps before the high threshold of Murong Rou’s seat to Fengtai Lobby!The ability to shoot the running person's calf at such a distance is really worthy of being a sharp shooting of a hundred steps through the poplar; but to allow the arrow to accurately penetrate the gap between the tibia and fibula of the calf, it has nothing to do with the strength or bowing method, and what is needed is the strong eye power comparable to that of the eagle.
In martial arts, there are hundreds of ways to train your eyes. However, if you practice your eyes to this state, you can not only see lice and ants as wheels, but also as galloping horses as rocks. There is only one family in the world, and there is nothing else.
That child should be the direct descendant of the Wing Claw Invincible Sect, right?The white eagle and the black eagle are no longer there. Silkworm never thought that in such a place or at such an instant, they would see the unparalleled eagle eyes with thousands of miles of claws, and suddenly feel like the world changes.But she felt that she was just a moment ago. She immediately put her attention back to the scene and continued to look for the way to crack the sword order--
Because the way to offset the rhythm has long been impossible.
Although this method is a fundamental solution, it requires enough time to solve the sound principle of the horn knife order by Heng Shuying. It is possible that the two horn knife orders play opposite patterns and oppose each other.At this moment, when you don’t understand the music theory or the finality, relying on the animal’s reaction to analyze the corresponding silent law, you can’t even do the minimum word timely, so how can you offset it?
This method is useless, isn't it?Heng Shuying suddenly put down the strange and weird weapon like a bee belly and turned her sad eyes that were about to cry.The grief made her beauty even more heartbreaking.
It's useless now.It is meaningless to deceive smart people.Besides, Cannibal also needs her help.
The ancient wood kiln lets you decipher the subtraction score of the Qao Dao Ling, which means that he is not very clear about the music theory of the Qao Dao Ling.This question has been pondered thousands of times in Cannibal's mind.In this case, how did Guzhe control the corpse of the sword and how did the Geng family boy suddenly go crazy?
With Heng Shuying's status in Gushu, she is not enough to know such profound secrets. She can only make inferences that music theory she is best at.It is very likely that Guzhai has a set of blowing methods in his hand, but he does not know the principle of compose music. He only knows how to play according to the fingering method to achieve a certain effect... He exclaimed and covered his mouth:
That is... Konglin Ye Gui's mask!
After Geng Zhao went crazy, in order to awaken her lover's mind, she kept playing the trumpet and knife order to the sun's golden crow tent, and did not pay attention to the fight between Shao Lansheng and the man in black. She just saw the mask of the strange guy in black.Her Konglin Night Ghost Mask was still kept in the room of Qifeng Pavilion and was not lost. What this person wore was just a fake that was imitated and vivid.
Heng Shuying looked at her for a few times, and suddenly she showed a confused look, and then she murmured and shook her head for a while.Strange.It's really strange.
What's wrong?
That mask... She frowned and said: It doesn't seem to be fake, it shouldn't even be my fake.It seems like a sister's work from one person, and there seems to be a subtle difference between them, not someone imitating anyone.
Cannibal's attainment in art is not as good as Heng Shuying, but he saw the difference in spirit between the two and pondered: His appearance is relatively simple and rough, and he is very energetic; Cannibal cannibal can't tell whether his skills are high or not, but the initiator is undoubtedly a master who is proficient in martial arts.Your face is much more exquisite, but your confidence is a bit lacking. If the two masks are divided into two masters and males, you will still be at a disadvantage.
Heng Shuying thought to herself: She admits that she cannot understand wood and stone, but her vision is extremely accurate.Put the hope of saving Gengzhao on her.The silkworm read out her thoughts, sighed, and shook her head and said: Yes!Since I couldn't tell which one was, I had to kill them all, and I'd finished it all.He smiled at Heng Shuying and blinked mischievously:
If you want to save your Geng Lang, you have to give up something.Girl, do you have a handkerchief?
The crazy Geng Zhao was no longer as clear as the Ming Dynasty. He relied on his beastly instinct. Before the palm wind arrived, the long sword dragged it. It was one of the twelve new ways of enlightenment. He wanted to remove one of the opponent's right arm, and the response was extremely vicious!Unexpectedly, the knife hit Shao Xianzun’s shoulder three inches, and the tip of the blade slammed and was blocked by force. Geng Zhaobei urged him more and more, and the thin blade suddenly rebounded!
Shao Xianzun snatched into the central palace, but the two men's clothes were not touched, and Geng Zhao's arms were swollen.Shao Xianzun's hands were covered with countless small cyclones that were hard to see in the naked eye, thicker than the armor. Even the disturbed air was shattered and shattered, and the sizzling sound was endless, like a sea of jelly bee clouds.
Geng Zhao was scattered by the cyclone, and there were large areas of numbness, itch, pricks, pain, etc., which spread. Not only did the skin and acupoints feel particularly uncomfortable, but even the soft tendons at the bottom of the elbow were also numb. His five fingers trembled violently, and the hilt was difficult to hold. He was hit by the two consecutive attacks of the elbow and knee, and he staggered and fell to the ground with a clang.Shao Xianzun’s robe was shrilled!With a sound, he kicked his sword far away.
The young man with red eyes roared angrily to the sky, looking like a mad beast. The martial arts engraved in his body did not disappear because of this, and he directly responded with the lyreal ghost hand.The two of them moved forward, their four arms collided, and Geng Zhao was shaken by the invisible cyclone again, shook his body, and roared and took a step back.
Shao Xianzun flew towards him and almost crashed into his arms. His right hand came out from under his left arm, his four fingers tightly and slightly bent like a shovel, and he penetrated the boy's throat!Geng Zhao wrote a letter to his left palm, but was staggered by the cyclone at his fingertips.If it weren't for the extremely dense internal breath of the Dingtian Sword Vein, the cyclone could not penetrate, and the throat would have been lost.
His corpse's iron hook hand only took half a stance, and he couldn't even make a move. He was attacked and knocked and his arms widened.The middle-aged scholar's slender fingers approached more and more, breaking his defense into pieces. Geng Zhao was like a puppet with handbags and ragged kites. He was played against the wind by his opponent, and he was about to fly away from the ground without hesitation, and he was torn into pieces.
Crazy refugees rushed past the two of them, like an out-of-control black tide, rushing towards the entrances of three high platforms.
The powerful and powerful in the Taiwan Strait are as dangerous as the flesh above, and they are all crying, screaming, and whispering, and a final scene.Tan Jianhu didn't dare to leave Tai Cheng a little while. Seeing the two wardens' faces turned blue, he shouted in a low voice: Tai Cheng's safety, we are all here!How can we tolerate panic?The two of them woke up like a dream, and couldn't help but feel excited. They untied their swords in their hands, showing their determination to die as if they were home.
Tan Jianhu was slightly broad-minded, and turned to Xiao Jianzhi and said: When he was young, the refugees attacked, and I protected Tai Cheng to break through.The old man's face turned ashen, he looked down at the field without touching it. The back of his fingers holding the armrest of the wheelchair stretched out a green joint, and the red sandalwood that was as hard as iron stone collapsed.
The deputy chief, who has been with him for many years, has never witnessed the old man getting angry one after another, and he has no idea how to judge.Compared to the refugees running around in the field, this matter made Tan Jianhu hold back and had to ask for instructions, so as not to get a mess. He had no idea what to ask, so he had to bite the bullet and repeat it several times.
...The refugees will not attack.Xiao Jianzhi came to his senses and snorted coldly:
Murong Rou is not afraid, what are we going to be afraid of? In such an ugly state, put away the sword! The last two sentences were what the students said to the hospital, and their stern voices were better than thousands of troops. The two were startled and hurriedly put away their swords, not daring to speak. When he shouted the chaotic scene on the stage, everyone couldn't help but stand up, and each turned his head, and hundreds of eyes shot towards him. Seeing that the person who was speaking was Old Taicheng Xiao who buried the imperial sword tomb, the old man's expression was calm and cold, and his sharp eyes were enough to look down on the world. He felt at ease inexplicably and calmed down immediately.
Murong Rou is not afraid of that sentence, he can hear it clearly from both sides, including Murong Rou himself not far away.Many powerful people came to their senses and couldn't help but look at the corners of their eyes. However, they saw the pale and weak general Zhendong sitting upright as usual, with a beautiful woman's lips pursed and smiled without any fear.
Everyone felt as if they had a reassurance and thought to themselves: What a kind of person Murong Rou is!How could he die on Mount Alan?Today, we will definitely be able to turn danger into safety.Before the Dharma Assembly, many nobles tried their best not to attend the meeting, for fear that they would feel uncomfortable at the grand event, and it would be disappointing. At this moment, they were very fortunate to be on the same floor with General Zhendong.Having this person in charge is like asking for a rejection before the banquet of the King of Hell. He still has half a lifetime to taste it slowly, so there is no need to rush to re-enter the six realms and reincarnate.
In contrast, the domineering and arrogant general Pu Bao, who was in the first decision of Liantai, had already shrunk in one place and was surrounded by the Nanling samurai group brought by him, and he couldn't even look at his figure. Without him and Dugu Tianwei, it made people feel tense and relaxed for a moment.
Duan Xiaying, a female guard from General Zhennan’s Mansion, changed her deputy new sword and stood by Pubao without leaving her step.Although there were shadows across the street, her beautiful figure was wrapped in black silk clothes and made a proud curve. After all, it was difficult to hide it. Dugu Tianwei narrowed his eyes and kept searching for the delicate and erect bulge between the gaps, and he kept looking for the golden embroidered black and erect. He said, not at ease with the matter of refugees.
Xiao Jianzhi glanced at his sharp eyes, his face suddenly became cold, and he bent his fingers and tapped his handrail, and there was no joy or anger on his face.
When Tan Jianhu saw that he had regained his usual cold and calm spirit, he was a little relieved and could finally distract himself from watching the battle in the field. After seeing it for a moment, he couldn't help but blurt out: I heard that the master of Shao's self-created Qi-cutting Hand was a unique skill in internal schools, and I didn't expect that he would have such a tricky way. His military force is known for his firepower. All the people in the world think that moves are not his strengths, but they don’t know that the deputy chief has been immersed in this skill for more than thirty years and his fists and feet are extraordinary, so they sigh.
Xiao Jianzhi did not look a little, and said calmly: This road is the authenticity of Qingfengzhao. The former head of Qingfengzhao, Tiangong Zhaomiao, Zhiya Zhang Yizhi became famous and known as the best in the world.Qingfeng shines the articles and works in a combination of literature and martial arts, and the words "Cao" and "Shi" are emphasized.Such ambition is a loser, and it seems to be sharp and tricky, but who has it knocked down?
Talking about Jianhu is a great expert in fist and palm, it is understandable at one point:
Yes, this palm technique seems to be slower, attack the enemy with three points and keep seven points. When the palm power gradually becomes stronger and the opponent's internal breath is mixed with the opponent's internal breath, the enemy's power will be fully in the shell! The master of the Shao family used the method like this and treated the palm technique as a capture. It could hurt people for a while, but it would not last long. However, he came to the East China Sea, only the educated Qing Fengzhao was the Shao family's foundation and Shao Xianzun was the head of the Shao family. Not only was he unmoved, but the Tiangong Zhao Miaozhi Yazhang was the first time he heard about it, and said embarrassedly:
It turns out that it is not the reason to cut off the qi.I'm ignorant.
What are the things that didn’t exist before? Xiao Jianzhi snorted coldly. I hide my moves and tricks, and only use my own techniques to exert force. Even if I create a martial arts, it is too cheap! Qingfeng starts from the forty-five generations, and the ranking of the generations of Feng, Ya, Xian and Shao is now there?
Tan Jianhu was not very skilled in the old things in the East China Sea, and thought: It turns out that Qingfeng Zhao is not the ancestral property of the Shao family, and there was also a leader in the past.With the character of the head of the Shao family, he would never plagiarize the benefits of his ancestors. His martial arts were all based on the Qingfeng, and his ways were closely similar. He was born with the Qi-cutting hand and was not moved by his heart. It was not surprising that they were in line with each other.
It should be noted that all the famous martial arts in the world are all practiced thousands of times. It is not easy to add or reduce one move and half of the move, let alone create something out of nothing and create it yourself?It is a big taboo in the martial arts world. Once you learn from the master and disciple, you will improve the martial arts of your sect, remove the drought and preserve the essence, and even change it to a famous name. This is a big taboo in the martial arts world. Once you know it, black and white will condemn it at the same time, without exception.Shao Xianzun loves to cherish his feathers the most and expected to do such a foolish thing.
After thinking about it, I saw that the old Taicheng looked slandered and Tan Jianhu was afraid of making him angry. He only dared to rest assured that he would not say anything in his mouth. When Yu Guang glanced at him, he couldn't help but exclaim: Not good!
It turned out that when Geng and Shao fought fiercely, refugees had already gathered at the entrance of three high platforms. The people at the bottom of the platform were like water pouring into an ant hole, scattering in surprise.The refugees did not hurt people's original hearts, and they were also moved by the screams that rose and fell. They opened their blood-red red eyes, as if they were chasing rabbits and hungry dogs, and they couldn't help but rush towards the people who were running away. Whenever they pressed to the ground, they opened their mouths and bit them to the side of their necks, making their bloody and twitching all over. The sound gradually stopped hearing them, and they kept tearing and chewing them, which looked extremely horrible.
General!Tan Jianhuzi's eyes were about to break, and half of his body was poked out without knowing it, so he suddenly turned around:
Please save the people!
Murong Rou looked as usual, shook her head and said: I can’t care.When I was young, if the entrance was in danger, I would even kill the refugees.They are also people of the court. Should the deputy chief of the Taiwan Affairs Office also stop me?Talk about swords and silences.
The surviving people retreated to the bottom of the stage and saw the soldiers of the inspection camp unsheathed their swords and blocked the stairs tightly. It was difficult to get over the line and cried: Help, Jun Ye!Luo Ye's subordinates were ordered to retreat without any step. They stared at the refugees behind the wall and shouted: Go and go!Come forward, don’t blame the knife for not having eyes!Unfortunately, the crowd rushed over and over again. The front could not hold back and pounced on the tip of the blade one after another. The brothers in the inspection camp tried to cut, but they still couldn't stop. Instead, they were pushed back several levels.
The people rushed up stepping on the people, and the stands couldn't help but push, and they started to shake slightly, making a long and sour sound.Murong Rou glanced at her phoenix eyes, exclaimed sternly regardless of the whole stage, and said sternly: Luo Ye!
The young captain made a move, and the personal soldiers beside him raised a banner. There was a whistle sound from the top of the platform opposite. The black arrow curtain slowly pulled into the air, and suddenly accelerated and flew down, holding the ferocious sound of breaking through the air, stern!Nailed into a row on the ground, some refugees were caught in several arrows, like hedgehogs, and some were pierced by feather arrows and rolling and wailing.
Almost at the same time, Luo Ye's team also released the strings according to the order and shot down the refugees at the entrance of the stands opposite. Whether they were rushing or escaping their lives, they all fell; the military orders were not stopped, and the drums fell as soon as the flags rose, and the second wave of arrows came again, and more fell, but there was no movement, which was still moaning and turning.
Although the refugees were crazy, they still had the instinct to survive, so they did not dare to enter again. They left and right sides and gathered towards the center of the square.The remaining gentry had no choice but to retreat to the lotus platform. The tragedy of wolf eating sheep continued along the way, but they both changed their directions due to sharp arrows.
The shocking scene defeated many pampered and powerful people on the stage.Some people burst into tears, hugging themselves in a panic, and were speechless; some people couldn't help laughing and crying, and their bodies were trembling.Chen Suyun woke up again and again, woke up again and again. In the end, even the shock seemed numb, but she couldn't help but she looked at her husband with her cherry lips and said sadly: Can't...can't you save them?
Murong Rou shook her head woodenly.
This is war, it doesn’t matter whether to save or not.Everyone’s goal is to survive.
For...why do you need this?Chen Suyun choked and said: Why do the people who caused these things... why do they do this?Many people...many people died!Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w
Because of ignorance.Ambitioners don't necessarily know what they did without really witnessing the sacrifice.The blood imagined when making suggestions is far less vivid than the time when it is true.Murong Rou looked down at the bloody scene, with a faint expression and whispered:
I hope they see it now.In this life, as long as you have seen the real Shura field, you will not want to see it again.
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Around the lotus platform, besides Geng and Shao, there are still several small circles that refugees cannot break through, like small islands in the black stream.
Li Hanyang protected Zhu Wu and Qian Wujiu, and no one could be within one meter of the pointing of the giant sword.He saw the stalemate at the bottom of the stage from afar, and knew that it would hurt people's lives. If he was alone, he could rush to the ground and go between three or two, and he would take action to resolve the disputes. He had no choice but to take care of his two young men and had many concerns and put aside his actions. The general Zhendong actually ordered an arrow to be fired. In the blink of an eye, he was killed and injured, and he couldn't bear to see it.
...After attacking the people, Murong Rou was forced to the end!With a thought, he inserted Ding Tianjun back on his back.
When the refugees saw him collecting his weapons, they surrounded him again. Li Hanyang split his hands with his hands. Wherever he reached his powerful internal strength, he swept away two giant swords, sweeping the refugees to the east and west, flying one by one, and his back was on the ground, and he slid out more than a foot, leaving traces scattered on all sides in the field, as if dragging a plow.
The two young people had never encountered such a bloody and pupil scene, and their faces were pale. When Zhu Wu saw Li Hanyang taking over the Ding Tianjun sword, the situation around him seemed even more dangerous, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He felt relieved inexplicably: Li Daxia's sword is so sharp, and he can't help but hurt lives with just one swing.It is better to accept it.Seeing that the blood stained yellow sand at the bottom of the platform and the corpse filled with feather arrows twisted and spread out, I thanked Li Hanyang for intervening and prevented him from entering the twenty-five gardens.
Killing people and killing pigs is indeed different.If I kill a few... no, even if I kill an innocent person, I will never be at ease in this life.How can there be so many evil people in the world who are willing to act violently!How can they sleep peacefully at night?
Li Hanyang did not notice the boy's thoughts, and he threw away several refugees. Seeing that there were people running away from him, he wanted to help him. When he saw Zhu Wufa stunned when he saw him, he frowned and said: The battle formation is dangerous, so you should not be distracted!Follow me closely!The robe shook off and untied a sheathed dagger from the sheath and threw it to him.This dagger is sharp. After being unsheathed, you must use the tip of the dagger to approach yourself.Seeing him hesitated, his mind moved:
This child always thinks about others, which is really rare.The complexion cleared a little, and Wen Yan said: If you don’t want to hurt a person’s life, use less attacks and stabs, and use a blade to scare people.
Zhu Wu was a butcher, and he was a veteran of using swords. He understood the principle that it was inevitable to hurt people when using swords. While pondering, the dagger had been snatched by Wujiu.Wujiu was more than half a head shorter than Zhu Wu, but this robbery was as fast as lightning. Zhu Wu's palms suddenly cooled down. When he was shocked, the heavy dagger was already lost with the belt.
Wujiu grabbed the dagger, clang!With a sound of raising the hang out, he bit the lace and wrapped his left hand around his waist, tied the sheath around his waist in a few seconds, and tied the dead knot. Yu Guang saw the refugee approaching, turned around and stabbed, and shouted with a look of his eyes: Kill!Although his hands are short and his body is short, he is a dagger that is full of power and shining with the cold light. Everyone nearby cannot help but retreat. No one dares to directly repair the sword Zhai's direct history of the Six Poles Sword Technique.
…Come on!After all, Qian Wujiu was a swordsman. Since he learned about it, he understood that there was a huge gap between routines and actual combat. He did not really think that he had the ability to repel refugees. Seeing everyone showing fear, he hurriedly stretched out his little hand and grabbed Zhu Wu and followed Li Hanyang closely.
Li Hanyang dispersed the refugees and gathered the people who were calling for help.In the corner close to the high platform on the left, there was also a group of Donghai squires with disheveled hair and broken clothes gathered together, but the leader was a pretty girl with round face and light shirt.She opened her arms, like a hen with young children to hide from the falcons in the sky, she covered the gentry and wife who were several times older than her. Her round little face could not hide her panic, and she refused to leave everyone alone to escape, and shouted to the approaching refugees:
Everyone...dear fellow villagers!Don't do this!I...I know you don't want to do it either, don't...don't come again!Woo... so many people have died, you guys are running away... don't... Woo... After talking, I couldn't help but choke up, tears rolled down my cheeks, and I still refused to retreat.
Between Li Hanyang and the girl, there were still a large number of refugees who were roaring like headless flies, and a fierce battle combination, and two pairs of fierce fighting. They could not fight a path of blood, so they had to try their best to escape obstacles and protect the two young people to join the people. For fear that the girl would be killed by the mob, they said:
girl!These refugees' eyes were red and their minds were lost, which was a sign of being controlled by the ecstasy drug.Girls try to protect themselves first, don’t expect them to be moved by words, Li will arrive later!
The girl's delicate body trembled and she recognized the voice of the Lord of Dingtian Sword.No!They can understand... they recognize me!Daxia Li, tell the general quickly, stop shooting arrows!Dead... Woo... Many people died... As if to win the trust of him, he hurriedly wiped his tears and said to the refugees in front of him:
Do you still remember me, right?We have seen it in Zhuanbanling.I remember the flower bag you used to hold rice and grain... Yes, your surname is Zhang, right?The man's originally dirty and ferocious face suddenly showed a look of confusion. He was forced to hold his head and retreat and breathe, as if his head was in pain, and he couldn't help but squat down.The mob in the back row ignored it, grabbed his hands, roared and stepped on the man's body, and continued to approach the girl in a hurry.
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That girl was Shao Xianzun’s only beloved daughter Shao Qianqian.
At the beginning of the chaos, a large number of mobs flocked into the mountain gate. Shao Xianzun was trapped by Geng Zhao to fight against the lotus platform. However, Shao Lansheng faced the monster cloak wearing the ghost face of the Nuo god. Neither side even took action to take care of the pearl in Qingfengzhao's palm.Qianqian was worried about her father's third uncle, so she stayed on the sidelines for a while. When she came back to her senses, the entrance to the platform had been blocked and she had no way back.
Her martial arts are ordinary. When she saw a ghost-like mob, she bit people when she saw them. She was so scared that her legs were as weak as mud. She wanted to sit down on the buttress, closed her eyes and held her hands. However, she was born with a heart that could not bear to be with others. She heard the people running away and crying. She suddenly felt a hundred times more courage and tried to get up. She was about to do something, but when she met a burly and thick mob rushed over. Qianqian's knees bent, and then sat down again, and just flashed by the grapple.
The refugee hit the brick wall, even though he was strong, he could not get up for a moment.He used his hands and feet together, climbing away from the dangerous ground with his plump and round thighs. He looked back and glanced at him in a hurry, and was suddenly stunned.
Sun...Uncle Sun?Me, I am Qianqian.
The great man Sun was one of the first refugees to come to Anle Village. He lived in the village for more than half a year, helping the backward people settle down and helping build sheds and houses. He was very active among the refugees and was very close to Qingfengzhao's disciples. Later, I said I would go east to pick up some of the friends I met on the way back, and I will never return.
There are many such examples in Anle Village. Some of them have relatives in the East China Sea, while others have found places that will not be excluded. From then on, they have settled down. After a while, they have washed away the wind and frost and become ordinary people. Anle Village is like a small inn where they recover from their fatigue during their journey and set off again. With a new life or even identity, no one wants to look back and expose the old scars. Qianqian and her senior brothers are used to people coming and going, and they are inevitably sad, but they don’t think there is anything wrong.
She didn't expect that Uncle Sun, who was cheerful and enthusiastic in the past, was also mixed in the mob and became the pioneer of attacking Lianjue Temple. She was shocked and forgot to be afraid, so she turned around and crawled back a few times, shouting to the middle-aged man: Uncle Sun!You don't remember me?I...I am Qianqian.Sun hugged his head with both hands, his face was blank, and after a while, he frowned and murmured:
Big... Miss?
It's me!Qianqian was overjoyed and was about to step forward. Suddenly, a black hair fell from her head, accompanied by the greasy flesh and screams, and it was thumping all over the floor.I saw clusters of white new feathers standing out of thin air in front of me and the tail end was shaking, like a reed bank facing the wind.
...Uncle Sun!
Qianqian couldn't help crying, and the man was hit by several arrows, his eyes were dumbfounded. The shock before his death remained on the twisted face, and the previous cruelty and cruelty were gone.The girl was so sad that her heart was touched, as if she had captured a strange feeling. She vaguely realized that Sun's actions were different from each other. It was not accidental, but she did not have the intention to go deeper. She suddenly heard Shao Lansheng shouting in the distance:
Qianqian comes here!Beware... Beware of feather arrows!
The girl endured the bitterness, lifted her skirt and stood up, pushing several helpless people to the lotus platform.
Hurry up...Run!Before the voice fell, the second wave of arrows came again. The remains of the corpses near the place where they were originally landed were shot and were pierced to the point of blood. They were like piercing the full wine bags. The limbs were even more distorted. They could hardly tell the original shape, and large pieces of dirty red appeared underneath, which was shocking.
Shao Lansheng took a breath and saw the corpse and arrow feathers piled up all over the ground. Where was the niece missing?He screamed in anxiety: Qianqian!But Li Hanyang heard from the other end say anxiously:
Pay attention!
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Shao Lansheng and the strange man in black were in stalemate. One was eager to leave, and the other was chewing. The tip of the bark wood sword appeared in blue fireflies, flying around the man in black, with hissing sounds endlessly, and the intensity was no less than that of Shao Xianzun and Geng Zhao on the side of the lotus platform.
The man in black was short and fat, but his movements were as sharp as a monkey. He flew back and forth, his palms flew up and down, and his green light was scattered everywhere, and the sword tips were shaking. The intense sound of the golden iron clang sound was like a chime. Although the battle was more than a cup of tea, he was still safe under the sharp sword light, but it was difficult to retreat completely for a while.
Shao Lansheng used calligraphy and painting into his sword, and his cultivation was much better than ordinary swordsmen. However, his brother was surrounded by dangers and his baby niece was trapped in the refugee formation, and he was not concerned at both ends. He made this word urgent at the beginning, trying to seize the opponent with a quick sword.
The black-clothed monster looked at the situation. Although he tried to get out, his hands were getting faster and faster. When Shao Lansheng noticed it, the two had reached a situation where they competed quickly and could not be allowed. He wanted to change the rhythm of the attack. In this fleeting turning point, the black-clothed man could take advantage of the opportunity to take off.
The elder brother’s explanation is not allowed to be mistaken.Shao Lansheng had to speed up, but he was not to strive for the first place, but to avoid giving his opponents an opportunity to take advantage of, and to be controlled by others without realizing it.
(This guy... is so scheming!)
Qing Fengzhao's hundreds of years of foundation was relied on the Demon Sword Holy War. When Shao Xianzun took over, he said that the talent was withering and there were not many people left. Although the introduction of his own brothers was inevitably criticized, he was forced to do so.
Shao Xiangpu, the second son of the Shao family, was good at planning, and was a rare talent for Qingfengzhao, who was in trouble. The third son, Shao Lansheng, was still young at that time. The two brothers were busy with family affairs and had no time to take him by his side to train, so he used his relationship and sent him to the most mysterious hidden sword sect in the martial arts world, the Jielu Caotang, to learn skills.
Qingfengzhao and Jielu Caotang are inextricably linked. Every generation, one or two people will have the opportunity to enter the Caotang for further study. Those who have achieved their skills are outstanding and powerful figures. Shao Xianzun had no chance to peek at the secret sword of the grass cottage, which was a lifelong regret, so he devoted himself to cultivating the third brother. Shao Lansheng did not disappoint his brother's desire. He passed many tests and entered the door and wall of the Jilu Caotang, becoming one of the most famous swordsmen in the world.
His hand, Yuntai sword painting, not only has the exquisite moves, but also the internal force is also unique. On that day, Lu Bijia, the second in charge of Liu Cinema and Tianmen, came to the sword house. He fought with a half-rolling bar to fight the Bomu sword on Lu Bijia's hands. At the same time, he used the method of true qi to penetrate the veins to heal Mu Yunse. He was distracted and made all his efforts. His internal cultivation obviously surpassed Lu Bijia, who was an authentic master of Xuanmen, and fully demonstrated the outstanding skills of the descendants of Caotang.
The man in black failed to make Master Shao San lock his hands. His sword tip shook away and stabbed three different directions. He could not tell which was real and which was empty.
The man in black frightened: What a fast sword!It is expected that there must be a weak point among the three moves. Maybe it is all suspicious soldiers. They are wearing steel wire chain armor and dare not take the risk of causing damage to their hands and feet. They have one palm to cover the two sword lights that are rushing towards their legs and arms, and at the same time gather energy in their chests, and use their chests to force the third sword--
The sword force entered the palm, and it was as heavy as a ball with bare hands. Then, two clangs were heard, and the tip of the sword stabbed the palm. The two swords were difficult to distinguish, and they were not a false move.……not good!When the man in black found out that something was wrong, he was too late. The heavy force below the collarbone crashed, and the green light came again. The two force one was heavy and one was sharp, just overlapping on the Zhongfu acupoint. Even though the circular armor that protected the body was extremely dense and tough, it made his qi and blood surge, and his eyes suddenly dark, and he almost staggered.
The fast sword in the air was not heavy, and the man in black never expected that Shao Lansheng would arrive at the same time. None of them was a trick to confuse the enemy's goal. It could be said that he had just been honest and deceived the scheming robber grandfather.Shao Lansheng's sword tip pierced into the man in black's chest, and it was hard to make any progress. He knew that there was a soft armored heart protection mirror under the cloak, so he did not dare to waste time regulating his breath. When the hilt of the sword was sent, he was about to seal the acupoint, but unexpectedly the man did not adjust. When he raised his right hand, Shao Lansheng's left arm was cut by three sharp winds, and his clothes were cracked and blood burst out, like a claw of a middle beast!
Shao Lan suffered pain, but suddenly realized that it was only a skin and flesh injury. She did not damage her muscles and bones, so she did not dare to relax and regulate her breath. She closed her breath and flirted with her backhand!
If the strange man in black does not dodge, he will definitely use the riveted part of his shoulders and arms to catch the sword. The strength here is not as strong as the armor ring. If he is not careful, his left arm will be scrapped. However, he will also be unable to adjust his skills in one breath, and it is difficult to use light skills to go far. If he wants to avoid this sword, he will have no other way except to bully Shao Lansheng. This will shorten the distance and make it even more difficult to get rid of it.
Both of them suffered internal and external injuries, but they both held their breath and refused to give in.
Seeing that Shao Lansheng was about to get rid of his disadvantages, the strange man in black suddenly reached out and held the blade.Shao Lansheng shook his wrist and originally intended to leave half of his hand, but only a bunch of bright sparks was twisted out. The man in black's gloves were shattered, revealing a fine steel ring.Only then did Shao Lansheng see clearly that there was a piece of armor inlaid in his palm, which was cast on it with three ferocious steel claws about two inches long and curved like an eagle hook. Each claw hook was located just between the gaps of the four fingers, and no matter whether you clench your fist or swing your palm, you can hurt people.
(This is... palm palm hand armor hook!)
This kind of Qimen weapon is said to have been from the flying thieves on the Liang Dynasty. It is not very glorious and is rarely used by the martial arts road.
However, rumors in the world cannot be fully believed. As the saying goes, one inch shorter and one inch dangerous, the hand and armor hooks must be mastered in boxing and feet, and even light skills and internal strength must be of considerable attainments. It takes a lot of effort to seize the shortcomings and avoid strengths.If you almost surpass the hidden weapon, you will not have the advantage of the hidden weapon. If you fight for swords and big guns, you will not be able to win with one force, or you will be defeated by a complete defeat. Often, you may not be able to produce a master if you lose the hard work of a generation.The last sect that is famous for its palm palm hand and armor hook has been extinct for decades, and it is probably inseparable from this.
This black-clothed monster not only wore a chain of armor made of steel wire under his gloves, it was no wonder that he could deal with weapons with empty hands.The man in black hooked the sword with his armor, and the man in black tightened his five fingers. Shao Lansheng grabbed his strength and failed. The situation reversed. The man in black was able to take a breath, grabbed the Bomu Sword and dragged Shao Lansheng closer, and his right palm swish!Raise and swing, holding the evil black light in his palm, if Shao Lansheng does not withdraw his sword and leap back, he will not be able to escape the disaster!
At this moment, the feathers and arrows on both sides intertwine, and according to the orders of the inspection camp brothers on the top of the platform, they drove the bows to clear out a large number of refugees approaching the opposite entrance, and wailed and exclaimed one after another.Qianqian and Sun were easy to get close to each other. Shao Lansheng could hear her sorrow clearly. The third master looked motionless. Sure enough, he let go of the hilt of the sword in front of the claw Feng and his body, and strode back.
And the man in black is waiting for this moment.
His knees bent and bounced, and his upper body was not even changed. His whole body was smooth and he was about to disappear from the refugee camp that was swarming and retreating.Unexpectedly, Shao Lansheng was just acting, his body was paused and his ape's arms grew longer. Suddenly, he grabbed the hilt of the sword and used his ten successful forces to turn. Suddenly, he heard a crisp sound of the clanging sound of the black-clothed monster, and the black-clothed monster groaned and retreated. The thin armor of the left palm had been scattered and flew away, leaving only the cracked rings on the ground. The exposed fat palm was as red as blood, as if it had suffered a severe external injury, and it was almost incomplete.
Shao Lansheng was finally a little distracted and turned around and shouted: Qianqian comes here!Pay attention to the feather arrow... Before he finished speaking, a person from afar issued a warning: Pay attention!Shao Lansheng's thoughts moved slightly, but he was no longer able to turn around.
The man in black raised his vermilion-like bloody hand, opened his five fingers and grabbed it from the air. Shao Lansheng suddenly felt a bloody wind penetrated his body, and his chest was irritated. Five claw marks were cracked at the thick joint, and blood shot straight into the sky!
He screamed and bounced off. The black-clothed monster was still waiting to fill his claws. The strong wind had arrived behind him, which made him almost unstable, let alone fighting.The man in black turned around and pushed his palms, and flew backwards; the visitor stopped suddenly, and the sword swung back and swept. The sharp sword tip was still half a foot away from the man in black. The strong wind had already pulled him around for a few times and staggered to the ground.The sword was unlucky, and there was only one person in the scene of such shocking power. It was Li Hanyang, the master of Dingtian Sword who arrived later.
The man in black twitched slightly, and a wet shimmer came out from under his mask, soaking his collar. His hands kept grabbing the refugees around him and threw them towards Li Hanyang.His fingers and claws were like iron, and he could penetrate the flesh and bones with his fingers. The smooth muscles and blood grabbed it and made everyone scream. What was strange was that once it was thrown out, even if it screamed violently in the air, it would be stiff when it landed, revealing the head, face, hands and feet outside the clothes were red like blood, and there was no sound.
Li Hanyang had only doubts about his weapons. Seeing the vicious martial arts of the Soul-Breaking Blood Sword, he said sternly: The Scorpion Tiger is blocking the world, and the Blood Armor is inherited!Who are you who sacrificed the Blood Demon Lord?The man sneered.Li Hanyang was already 70% sure of his origin, so he carefully dodged the new corpse contaminated by his finger claws and shouted: Dingtianjun Sword is dedicated to breaking the Yin power, and your body is damaged and you cannot create a useful blood corpse. So you don’t have to hurt your life anymore?
The Blood Armor Sect is notorious, and even within the Seven Mysteries, it is difficult to have a comparable person, so it was destroyed by the joint efforts of the righteous path more than a hundred years ago.The remnants of the Blood Armor Sect who escaped by luck changed their names and lurked in various sects, and even absorbed new blood from these sects to continue their inheritance. Every decade, someone planned a conspiracy in the name of the Blood Armor successor to make trouble.This evil vein turns into light and darkness, parasitizing two mountains, black and white. Although its name has gradually been forgotten by the world, it has never been uprooted. Unexpectedly, it appears on Mount Alan today.
The man in black had a bright red left palm, but his nails were black and purple. This was the characteristic of the fortune-teller's Soul-Breaking Blood Sword. He was called by Li Hanyang and sneered: When I killed Master Shao San, I had not yet known the Dingtianjun Sword.The throat sound is both hoarse and sharp, and the teeth are sore when you hear it.
Li Hanyang would feel sorry for this person, and he would not let him go easily. He waved his sword: Leave the antidote!The man in black inserted his backhand, and his five fingers pierced through a refugee's chest, causing the man to twitch all over and hang softly on his finger claws.The man in black dragged his body over and threw it away, and said with a smile:
There may not be any remedy when the medicine is here!Before the voice fell, the new corpse suddenly shattered in the air, and many red and white objects such as plasma, minced meat, and residual bones fell like rain, making them extremely terrifying!
Li Hanyang heard from his predecessor that although the Soul-Breaking Blood Sword has the word "Sword", it is a vicious and vicious skill. It is extremely difficult to prevent the poison of rotten corpses into the nails of ten fingers to attack the enemy and use corpses to infect them. He quickly improved his skills, and the giant sword was spinning towards the sky, and his divine power was everywhere, sweeping all the falling corpses to the side. However, the man in black had already mixed into the refugees and could no longer see the strange mountain ghost girl's face.
Uncle...uncle!
Qianqian tried hard to help Shao Lansheng sit up. Li Hanyang rushed over and saw that Shao Lansheng's lips were white, but not blue in purple, unlike being poisoned by corpse. Thinking of the fierce fighting between the two and fighting for a breath, the man in black should have no energy to improve the ability to transport corrupt corpse poison, so he felt relieved.
However, the martial arts of the Blood Armor Sect have unique Yin power. If it is not eliminated in time, it will not only damage the body, but also gradually erode the body, causing the injured to die prematurely.Li Hanyang did not care about the chaos on the field and quickly worked cross-legged to force Shao Lansheng out of the Yin power inside his body.Suddenly, when I heard the sound of killing in the distance, the shadow of the golden sword was moving under the Fengtai. It turned out that the Jinwu guards saw the refugees approaching and took the initiative to fight out.
These Jinwu Guards are all from Ping Wang's aristocratic families. They have never been to the battlefield to kill anyone in their lives. Seeing the scene bleeding and losing control, Taiban was so scared that his legs were weak, but a small number of good people were eager to try and were very excited.
Before Ren Zhuliu gave an order, dozens of armored guards were unsheathed and killed themselves into the crowd. At first, they were like cutting vegetables and melons, and the ones were invincible. They were still hesitant to watch, but they also drew their swords and spears to join the battle group, fearing that they would fall behind and laugh for their peers. The number of people who joined the battle group suddenly expanded to more than a hundred. They had no command or team, like wild horses that broke away from the reins, scattered and scattered and scattered.
However, the number of refugees is more than ten times that?The army alone is going deep, and it is just a waste of energy.Soon, these fierce teenagers in the capital gradually realized that there were enemies around them, one after another, and they were killed endlessly. The laughter slowly turned into scolding, screaming, crying for help, and even wailing. However, the mob continued to come, and the golden armor was finally swallowed up by the black tide one by one. Not only was the offensive setback, but the refugees who had the upper hand even rushed back. If the back team had not blocked it in time, even the magnificent entrance of Fengtai would have been lost.
At this point, the Fengtai was in a tug of war, and the two sides were in contact. A guard officer Chu Chongyuannai, who was transferred from the Yulin Army of the Northern Yai to the Southern Yai, finally he had half his life in the army. Unlike these children of aristocratic families who lived in poverty, he ordered the team to fill the gap and drew out his sword and supervised the battle on the steps.
In addition to being a noble family of Ping Wang and three generations of innocent people, the selection of Jinwu Guards is also one of the standards. However, this time when we come to the east is not a battle, we have more ceremonial guards and fewer arms, and we must take off strings to maintain it when we are not in use. We have not even brought Fengtai to us today, so we will fall into the dilemma of facing the enemy with one stone.
Chu Chongyuan knew that fighting was useless and tried to hold on, but the number of people on both sides was very different. On weekdays, Jinwu Guard training was loose and his subordinates did not have the habit of obeying orders. At this deadly moment, some were cowardly before the battle, and some were overly frightened and rushed out rashly; when the two sides collided, the back team that had just been filled was knocked into several small circles, fighting each other.The guard officer with gray hair on his temples burst into anger and sighed in his heart:
It is said that Nanya is easy to support her, but she died here today.Do your own evil!
Seeing that the two wings were about to fall, he had to join the battle. He waved his sword and chopped down two fierce mobs, turned around and shouted: Don't leave the ranks, hold on to the front line!Who dares - I felt a pain on the ventral side, and I couldn't vomit it out, but my body trembled slightly and my warm blood twitched out of my throat.He leaned down and saw a large, beautiful gilded gun that was carved into his armor. It was the object of Jinwu Guard, but the gun rod was held in the hands of a mob.
Before he died, Chu Chongyuan finally understood: those Jinwu Guard brothers who were dragged out by the mob and disappeared in the black stream were not left without anything.The weapons they carried were all armed by mobs. Although there were not many, the enemies they faced would no longer be naked, but were equipped with excellent weapons purchased from the Chiliantang of the Donghai Sea.
...Old Chu!
Ren Zhuliu leaned on the railing to see his subordinates tragically die, his face turned pale, unexpectedly causing internal injuries, and he almost vomited and bleeding.Although he held military positions for many years, it was actually arranged by his elder brother. How dare the superiors in the army treat him as subordinates?Just live by all things, this soldier should be rude and not be serious.When marching and fighting, I was afraid that Chu Chongyuan would be much better than him.
The situation evolved so much, Ren Zhuliu couldn't sit still anymore. After thinking for a moment, he said to Ren Yizi and Jin Yin: Protect the Empress, and do not leave at all.Ignoring Ayan's call, put on her clothes and held a sword, with a calm face, Deng Deng Deng quickly walked downstairs, and saw someone coming forward and saying: Jin Wulang... I didn't care who it was, so I waved it away: Don't block the way, I have no time!But Chi Fengjun was a rag bag and was swept to the side, and he was confused and didn't even say anything.
Ren Zhuliu came to the lobby. The guards who were holding spears and squeezing in one place and did not dare to enter or out were as if they saw a savior, and they almost burst into tears. Unexpectedly, Jinwulang's face darkened, kicked the seven or eight people who were approaching each other. With a clang, he shook the golden ring on the flying phoenix sword and stepped out of the high threshold. He was afraid that the sword body would not be unsheathed. When he saw that it was a refugee, he would poke it, and all those who were in charge fell to the ground. If he met the guards of Jinwu, he would pull his butts down, and he would thrust back into the hall with his backhand, and he would thrust back into the hall with his butts covered, and he would burst into tears.
I am very good at bragging on weekdays, but when things come, they are all waste!I don’t do serious things every day when I eat, drink, whore and gambling. When it comes to a critical moment, I have no use for nothing!Even the dead people can't win!Holding Jinwu, I spit!All go burn gold and paper!The more he spoke, the more angry he became, and he was full of anger on the enemy. The flying phoenix sword hit his head and face. The delicate sheath relief was sucked on the face. He didn't even hum too much when he was humming, and the dull knocking sound was particularly afraid of people.
I also eat, drink, gamble all day long, why are you not as cowardly as your grandsons?They were all embarrassed to the East China Sea - suddenly, they saw the sky covered with a stunning scream, as if they were about to tear apart the sky. They hurriedly grabbed the two brothers with one hand and flew backwards. Before they could pull a hand, they kicked them into the hall.While turning around and crossing the high threshold, the wolf-tooth arrows were already thrust into the steps, shooting the fallen refugees and the sacrificed Jinwu guards into hedgehogs.
Murong Rou!After all, Ren Zhuliu's internal injuries have not healed, so he adjusted his breath first, and then laughed loudly:
Are you addicted to killing?He doesn't let go of any of his mother!
There were constant fighting, chasing and roaring in the square. Murong Rou had no martial arts and could not speak far away. However, a young man in a military uniform with a scar on his face replied loudly: My general said, please ask Jinwulang to guard the Xinfengtai and don't go out to fight.Only in this way can we stop the mob with bows and arrows, so that they dare not step beyond the line!
Ren Zhuliu felt a sudden change in his heart, but he was unwilling to show weakness, pointing to a refugee who rushed out of the hall and sneered:
There have been many people who have crossed the line!The business is so good that I am afraid that I will not be willing to close the door until Lantern Festival.Are you here or me now?
The young man pulled the bow and released the strings, his movements were lightning-proof and he never stopped.The feather arrow shot through the refugee's feet and shins. The man rolled on the ground with his legs in his arms, screaming endlessly. The mob, who had originally covered it, was stunned for a moment. Although the offensive had not stopped, his arrogance was no longer as high as before.
If it weren't for a coincidence, the Scar Boy's eyesight would be like a hawk?Why are there such talented people around Murong Rou, one after another, just like a soaked shit, and it’s endless to pull it?Seeing that there were still mobs who were not afraid of death on both sides of Fengtai, I knew that Murong Rou had done his best to provide assistance. If he could no longer hold on now, the sign of Jinwuwei would be thrown into the cessation pit. Ren Zhuliu put away his contempt and lifted his sword sheath. Zhao Ding's subordinates beat him up and said angrily:
Take care of me!If you dare to put a dead commoner in it, I will throw you out as a target!
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--What an amazing eye.
There are more than a hundred steps before the high threshold of Murong Rou’s seat to Fengtai Lobby!The ability to shoot the running person's calf at such a distance is really worthy of being a sharp shooting of a hundred steps through the poplar; but to allow the arrow to accurately penetrate the gap between the tibia and fibula of the calf, it has nothing to do with the strength or bowing method, and what is needed is the strong eye power comparable to that of the eagle.
In martial arts, there are hundreds of ways to train your eyes. However, if you practice your eyes to this state, you can not only see lice and ants as wheels, but also as galloping horses as rocks. There is only one family in the world, and there is nothing else.
That child should be the direct descendant of the Wing Claw Invincible Sect, right?The white eagle and the black eagle are no longer there. Silkworm never thought that in such a place or at such an instant, they would see the unparalleled eagle eyes with thousands of miles of claws, and suddenly feel like the world changes.But she felt that she was just a moment ago. She immediately put her attention back to the scene and continued to look for the way to crack the sword order--
Because the way to offset the rhythm has long been impossible.
Although this method is a fundamental solution, it requires enough time to solve the sound principle of the horn knife order by Heng Shuying. It is possible that the two horn knife orders play opposite patterns and oppose each other.At this moment, when you don’t understand the music theory or the finality, relying on the animal’s reaction to analyze the corresponding silent law, you can’t even do the minimum word timely, so how can you offset it?
This method is useless, isn't it?Heng Shuying suddenly put down the strange and weird weapon like a bee belly and turned her sad eyes that were about to cry.The grief made her beauty even more heartbreaking.
It's useless now.It is meaningless to deceive smart people.Besides, Cannibal also needs her help.
The ancient wood kiln lets you decipher the subtraction score of the Qao Dao Ling, which means that he is not very clear about the music theory of the Qao Dao Ling.This question has been pondered thousands of times in Cannibal's mind.In this case, how did Guzhe control the corpse of the sword and how did the Geng family boy suddenly go crazy?
With Heng Shuying's status in Gushu, she is not enough to know such profound secrets. She can only make inferences that music theory she is best at.It is very likely that Guzhai has a set of blowing methods in his hand, but he does not know the principle of compose music. He only knows how to play according to the fingering method to achieve a certain effect... He exclaimed and covered his mouth:
That is... Konglin Ye Gui's mask!
After Geng Zhao went crazy, in order to awaken her lover's mind, she kept playing the trumpet and knife order to the sun's golden crow tent, and did not pay attention to the fight between Shao Lansheng and the man in black. She just saw the mask of the strange guy in black.Her Konglin Night Ghost Mask was still kept in the room of Qifeng Pavilion and was not lost. What this person wore was just a fake that was imitated and vivid.
Heng Shuying looked at her for a few times, and suddenly she showed a confused look, and then she murmured and shook her head for a while.Strange.It's really strange.
What's wrong?
That mask... She frowned and said: It doesn't seem to be fake, it shouldn't even be my fake.It seems like a sister's work from one person, and there seems to be a subtle difference between them, not someone imitating anyone.
Cannibal's attainment in art is not as good as Heng Shuying, but he saw the difference in spirit between the two and pondered: His appearance is relatively simple and rough, and he is very energetic; Cannibal cannibal can't tell whether his skills are high or not, but the initiator is undoubtedly a master who is proficient in martial arts.Your face is much more exquisite, but your confidence is a bit lacking. If the two masks are divided into two masters and males, you will still be at a disadvantage.
Heng Shuying thought to herself: She admits that she cannot understand wood and stone, but her vision is extremely accurate.Put the hope of saving Gengzhao on her.The silkworm read out her thoughts, sighed, and shook her head and said: Yes!Since I couldn't tell which one was, I had to kill them all, and I'd finished it all.He smiled at Heng Shuying and blinked mischievously:
If you want to save your Geng Lang, you have to give up something.Girl, do you have a handkerchief?
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