Silver light flashes and plum blossoms bloom!
In an instant, a five-petal plum blossom bloomed in Pei Shoujing's hand and turned into a huge -
Eight-sided plum blossom and bright silver hammer!
The huge hammer head was bigger than the girl's face, and it brought up two strong winds in the air.
"One hammer - shake the mountain!"
Carrying the huge force of breaking mountains and cracking rocks, the giant hammer rushed forward, and the surrounding wind was driven away, making a harsh roar!
Pei Shoujing's graceful body was wrapped in silver light, which was extremely dazzling. It merged with the silver hammer, as if charging towards a powerful general with thousands of troops, and his momentum was inexhaustible!
The white-haired man was hit head-on by the huge air wave, and couldn't help but take a step back. He blocked it with his long sword and made a clanging sound.
During the exchange, he took a few steps back and his steps were all messed up.
In a pure comparison of strength, he was defeated.
Pei Renhu was nearby. Because of Pei Shoujing's precise movement, he was not hit, but he was blown over by the strong wind and rolled several somersaults on the ground until he reached the corner of the courtyard.
Pei Shoujing landed slightly and shouted, "Get out of here!"
At this time, the silver light on her body no longer flows, but solidifies around her body, turning into rings of silver halo, protecting her whole body like a chain of silver armor, and a piece of silver light on her chest is more like an armored breast mirror.
Holding a silver hammer, wearing silver armor, and capable of swallowing up dragons and tigers, she is a general who can strike with swords and mount horses.
Pei Renhu opened his mouth, wiped his tears and said, "Sister...I..."
Wang Cheng shouted from the side: "Why don't you get out of here? What are you doing here, you loser?"
Pei Renhu turned pale, turned around and ran out crying.
Pei Shoujing turned her head slightly and nodded to Wang Cheng.
Wang Cheng felt hot in his heart and wanted to say: "I will fight side by side with you." He couldn't say anything for a moment, and sprayed a few sparks from the Lihuo Sword in his hand.
The white-haired man didn't care about Pei Renhu. Instead, he looked at the silver hammer in Pei Shoujing's hand and said, "Your sword? Quan Sword?"
Pei Shoujing said loudly: "Pei family, General Pei's sword!"
General Pei!
The great monarch controls Liuhe, and the fierce general clears Jiugai.
War horses are like dragons and tigers, how majestic is Teng Ling!
This is the power sword passed down from generation to generation of the Pei family. It is very simple for the children of the Pei family to wield the sword and exert its power. All they need is the blood of the Pei family and the courage flowing in the blood like their ancestors.
Pei Shoujing can do it, ever since he was a child!
The white-haired man nodded, and the long sword was like a white rainbow. It went straight into the palace, and a white sword light enveloped the sword.
Pei Shoujing did not dodge, and also raised the hammer forward. The plum blossom marks on the top of the hammer seemed to bloom in the silver light.
"Two hammers - cut off the river!"
The bright silver hammer suddenly expanded several times, as if it were the size of a wheel, and the silver light was a hundred times larger than the hammer. It circled around the hammer head, and countless energy surrounded it, pushing forward like a tornado, crushing all directions.
Amazing power, amazing momentum!
This kind of momentum will be overwhelmed and interrupted even if there are mountains and rivers in front of it!
Wherever the shadow of the hammer struck, the land was dented, houses collapsed and walls were cracked, and debris and debris were flying everywhere. Even if they were only swept by the strong wind, the roots of the thick trees were shaken, the branches were shaken down, and the grass and trees fell, as if by a strong wind. transit.
The white-haired man swung his sword in the silver light, but his sword was also flashing with white light, submerged in the silver light in the sky, without any force. His figure jumped up in the silver light, stabbed the sword with his backhand, and rushed into the light. …
Can you win?
Wang Cheng couldn't see clearly, and he felt in his heart that it was probably impossible to defeat the white-haired man, but if he could push him to a certain extent, he would have to give in. If he helped to turn things around, he might be able to escape unscathed.
After all, we still can’t expect to win!
The silver light dissipated, and Pei Shoujing looked serious. At this time, the silver light was not only attached to her body, but also had a ball of silver on her head, covering her cloud-like bun, like a silver helmet. The momentum around him became more and more sharp.
On the other side, the white-haired man was revealed. He was standing on a pile of ruins - that pile of ruins was still a house a few breaths ago. After repeated destruction of this small Taoist temple, most of the courtyard has become white ground - Holding a sword in one hand and making secrets in the other, his white hair was flying, looking somewhat embarrassed.
But there were no scars at all, and his clothes were not torn.
useless!
Wang Cheng's heart sank and he gave up the idea of winning. My cousin definitely can't defeat it.
So, what about adding yourself?
He immediately remembered the sword he had just been so proud of. He inspired a powerful flame that he had never seen before, burning even the plum blossom tree. The white-haired man seemed to have...the sword was not unsheathed.
No, not even myself!
He couldn't help but regret: when he just drove away Pei Renhu, it would have been nice if he had followed him out. No one would have cared if there was one more person left. Now that everyone is jealous, will he not arouse suspicion if he leaves? What if the swordsman gives me a sword...
He turned his eyes and saw another person.
By the way, you can...
boom--
When the battle broke out, even General Pei's sword could not continuously display powerful swordsmanship. Pei Shoujing relied on the powerful power of Quan Sword to fight forward and fight the white-haired man. During the pit stop, the huge hammer head still had the advantage. With a slight change of direction, it blocked all the opponent's attacks. It could also sweep a large area with its own attack, but it just took a lot of effort.
For sword wielders of power, especially those chosen by heaven like Pei Shoujing, the limit of their power lies in General Pei's sword, and the only burden on his body is his own. She was focused on fighting and had no intention of retreating.
At the same time, Wang Cheng also moved.
The blade of his sword burst into flames again and suddenly struck the gray-haired girl Ming Jing.
Ming Jing was startled and instinctively faced him with the ivy sword. The lush green vine touched the red and white flame, and suddenly it was ignited! She held a torch and screamed when she saw the fire spread to her side and was about to burn her face.
Hearing a scolding, a ray of sword light fell from the sky. Wang Cheng instinctively used his sword to meet it. Suddenly, he became exhausted and fell to the ground with a pop. The Lihuo Sword fell from his hand and rolled far away along the ground.
There was a sound of wind in his ears again, and he didn't need to look up to know that the sword light was coming again. Wang Cheng held his head and thought: "My life is at stake!"
Then a female voice was heard shouting, a flash of silver light made a sonorous sound, and the sword energy disappeared immediately.
It was my cousin who saved me!
At this time, he didn't have any thoughts, only the joy of surviving the disaster and trembling.
The white-haired man didn't bother to look at the huddled piece of trash on the ground, and said to Pei Shoujing, who was opposite him: "Do you want to save such a cowardly trash who bullies the weak?"
Pei Shoujing held a ball of silver light in her hand, but it was no longer a plum blossom silver hammer, but a silver rhinoceros horn bow. She used the arrow from this bow to save Wang Cheng's life.
This bow is also a sword, and it is still General Pei’s sword!
A hundred horses will be knocked down with one shot, and ten thousand men will be driven away by another shot.
It’s still General Pei!
Pei Shoujing said coldly: "Soldiers are deceitful. When it comes to war, you and I are the enemy. We must save those who attack the enemy. What's wrong with that? When it comes to character and bullying the weak, have you done less? Are you still here? Is it worthy of blaming others?"
The white-haired man shook his head and said: "You are indeed a despicable person, I know it. Because you bleed dirty blood, and it looks clean for a while, but it turns out to be dirty after all. Sure enough, I shouldn't treat people like you Keep your hopes up. And this waste has no merit at all. Does he deserve to dream of holding an ancient sword? Mingjing, put away the Lihuo Sword."
Ming Jing agreed, threw away the ivy sword that was still smoldering, and went to pick up the fallen Lihuo sword.
Pei Shoujing watched with cold eyes, as the battle was going on in front of her. The Lihuo Sword had no weight at all. She couldn't afford to be distracted by something that didn't belong to her.
The Lihuo Sword fell under the steps of the two remaining monasteries. Ming Jing bent down to pick it up. Suddenly, a hand grabbed the sword first.
Ming Jing was startled and looked up. A Taoist boy appeared in front of him, with handsome features that seemed familiar to him.
When an uninvited guest appeared, the white-haired man was startled. Pei Shoujing was even more surprised and said, "Why are you here? Why are you still out?!"
The three people's eyes were all focused on his face, and they saw him showing a bright smile filled with surprise, and said softly:
"Finally...I found it!"
"Miss Pei!" He raised his voice, "Get out of the way."
Pei Shoujing was stunned for a moment and then backed away.
Clenching his fingers, Tang Zhao lifted the Lihuo Sword.
The flames of light—exploding!
If what Wang Cheng is holding is a flame, what Tang Zhao is holding is a sun!
Pure white fire without any variegation rose into the sky and suddenly jumped into the sky. The dazzling light illuminated a radius of dozens of feet without even a shadow.
The flames are jumping and cheering, and the sword is excited!
Feeling that the sword in his hands and himself were connected like flesh and blood, Tang Zhao knew that what he felt vaguely while watching was right without asking.
He has found his direction!
The so-called direction, once you see it, you will know that it is destined. If you can hold it, you must have a share!
Countless words flashed across the lenses of his glasses, and he no longer had the intention to read them, nor did he need to read them. When he held his own sword, he naturally knew what he could do.
"Swordsmanship, Suzaku Fire——"
boom!
The flames rose again, and an unsightly huge flame broke out and rolled towards the white-haired man. In the white flame, there seemed to be a graceful red bird dancing in the flames!
Nanming Lihuo is the fire of Suzaku!
In an instant, the white-haired man was rolled up by the flames, and his white hair was almost burnt by the flames. He could no longer calm down, and shouted violently with his sword: "Chun Yang, give me - Feng!"
The sword blade slashed downwards, and a white shadow flew out from the sword blade. The image was solid, no longer a white light of nothingness.
That's the sword elephant!
As soon as the sword elephant appeared, it faced the overwhelming flames head-on, without fear!
At the same time, the sword blade unfolded, and some imperceptible chaotic air masses were quietly released, and then divided into several groups and went their separate ways.
Some of them were scattered among the many teenagers underground, and some of them immediately began to move their fingers. The other part quietly got into the surviving hut behind.
The flames danced wildly and took a long time to extinguish.
It took Pei Shoujing a long time to adapt before she got rid of the white snow in her field of vision and saw the white-haired man hanging in the air.
His white hair was still dancing wildly and seemed shorter than before. The expression is ferocious, as if he wants to bite people.
In front of him, a formed illusion kept swimming.
That's a white fish.
