Zhou Tong saw Hu Yun suddenly silenced and turned his head to look to one side. He was slightly startled at first, and then felt something in his heart.
Because Hu Yuan had not recovered his cultivation at this moment and had just used his fire control skills to defeat the enemy, Zhou Tong always regarded him as a Taoist monk.
At this moment, seeing that the other party was able to discover something before him, while updating his estimate of Hu Long's strength, he also sincerely lamented that the Taoist practice started with the most mysterious power of the soul from the beginning. As expected, there are many martial arts skills. Less magical.
Not long after the two of them turned their heads to look around, two figures floated towards them. Their movements were light and agile, as if they were slowing down, and they were suddenly approaching.
There were a man and a woman, one wearing a yellow shirt and one wearing a white skirt. One was tall and tall, the other was petite and soft. They looked to be in their thirties, but they were both much older.
The two men each wore a long sword at their waist, and their hand guards were in the shape of a flying eagle and a flying swallow respectively.
The two of them ignored Hu Yuan and Qiu Wu, and only faced Zhou Tong and raised their hands together.
The man said in fluent Chinese: "Master Zhou, we have fought more than ten times and chased each other for more than a thousand miles. We should finally come to an end by now!"
Zhou Tong spread his hands and said: "Golden Eagle, Yinyan, although I can't defeat you and your wife, you and your wife can't keep me. As the saying goes, you will have to say goodbye after a thousand miles, so wouldn't it be best for us to part ways peacefully here? good?"
The man named "Golden Eagle" did not respond to Zhou Tong, but turned to Hu Yuan and Qiu Wudao: "Are the two reinforcements invited by Zhou Daxia, or do they just meet by chance? If it is the latter, please leave immediately to avoid being harmed. A disaster for fish in a pond.”
Zhou Tong felt a little uneasy in his heart. We had fought many times in the past few days. We all should know each other thoroughly. Why did the other party's words reveal the confidence that made him certain?
Regardless of whether the other party was bluffing or relying on something else, he didn't want to drag Hu Long and Qiu Wu into his troubles, so he wanted to clear the relationship between the two at that time.
Hu Yuan was the first to take the lead and said with a smile: "As the saying goes, a white head looks like new and a roof looks as good as before. Unfortunately, Pindao and Mr. Zhou should be considered the latter. Therefore, Pindao must have a hand in this lively event. Got it!"
"Me too!"
Qiu Wu was so oppressed by the Qi energy inadvertently escaping from these four people that he could hardly breathe. Now when he heard Hu Yunyun Danfengqing's laughter, he couldn't help but feel his blood boiling. Although it was a bit difficult, he still shouted out resolutely. sentence.
Zhou Tong was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and said with great heroic spirit: "Okay, today I will fight side by side with two new old friends and learn from the clever tricks of the two guardians of Blackwater Palace!"
The woman named "Yinyan" raised her eyebrows when she heard this and scolded: "Since Niubi is seeking death on his own, how can we, the Blackwater Palace, kill people!"
Her words were only directed at Hu Long, and she did not mention Qiu Wu. It was obvious that she did not take him to heart at all.
Before they finished speaking, the long swords on their waists were unsheathed at the same time. The swords united and flew into the air. The two swords struck down in the air. The sword light was as cold as ice and as dazzling as lightning, falling like a shower of stars in the sky. It enveloped a ten-foot-wide space where the three of them were.
"Taoist Hu, divide and attack them!"
Zhou Tong warned in his mouth, and at the same time he shrugged his shoulders, and three short sticks flew out from the top of a long leather bag slung on his back. Under the control of the subtle Qi, they automatically connected and combined in the air, turning into a long stick. Zhang Er's wishful golden spear fell into his open palms.
With a gun in hand, the old man's aura suddenly changed, from a kind and kind elder to an awe-inspiring, solemn and sacred figure. This wishful golden gun was driven by this sacred figure, and Feitian was driven by this sacred figure. The golden dragon moves the clouds and spreads rain, and dives into the abyss to stir up the waves.
The dragon-like golden spear shook its head and tail, disturbing the starry rain in the sky. It trembled and transformed into countless slender and sharp spear-tip lights and shadows, covering the golden eagle that swung its sword down into the air.
Since Hu Long decided to intervene in this matter, there would be no hesitation. At the same time Zhou Tong took action, he pushed with his right hand and pushed Qiu Wu ten feet away from the opponent's sword. He raised his left sleeve and three dark golden dragon-shaped flying knives appeared out of thin air in front of him.
These three flying knives floated out of thin air in front of Hu Yun, and the blades buzzed and vibrated endlessly.
In his previous life, he had reached the ultimate level of Grand Master. In addition to possessing a body of pure and condensed Qi as deep as the sea, his spiritual power to precisely control and utilize such a huge amount of Qi according to his heart's desires has also increased.
A few years before he traveled again, Hu Yuan had already glimpsed the legendary wonder of "controlling the blade with the spirit" of using the spirit to control matter.
Because he has not yet been exposed to the complete secret method of cultivating and using the power of the soul, the method of "controlling the blade with the gods" that he has figured out by himself is far from perfect. If the weapon he controls is an ordinary weapon, the power is really lackluster.
But beside him are three dragon-shaped flying knives that have accompanied him through three travels and have also evolved for some mysterious reasons.
The miraculous thing about these three flying knives is that they can carry Hu Long's mental power, so that even if they fly out of their hands, they can still be affected by Hu Long's thoughts and change as long as they do not exceed a certain range.
In this way, these three flying knives seemed to be born for his imperfect method of "controlling blades with gods". They can be used within a hundred steps like arms and fingers, and their power is no less than shooting with hands. .
When his cultivation level has not yet recovered, unless he fully activates several powers, these three flying knives are the only means he can use to fight against a great master.
Over there, Zhou Dong's spear shot out like a dragon, and with a thought from Hu Long's side, the three flying knives passed through the sky like three mini dragons, breaking through the sky full of golden eagles and silver swallows.
Among the three flying knives shot out in the shape of a pin, the upper one in the center locked Yin Yan's throat, while the two lower left and right knives blocked Yin Yan's dodge direction in advance.
Although Jin Ying and Yin Yan both realized that Hu Long was a master, they did not expect that it would be so difficult.
Although the two were shocked, they did not lose an inch. One sword light surged to attack Zhou Tong's spear, and the other sword force reversed and circled to trap the three flying knives shot by Hu Yun.
Zhou Tong's gun was like a startling dragon, carrying thousands of thunders all over its body. It shook and emitted a series of thunderbolts, exploding into clusters of gorgeous gun flowers containing infinite power.
Hu Long's sword is like a flying dragon, driven by the soul to control the mind. After avoiding the entanglement of Yinyan's long sword, it circles around his body, and the attack is like mercury pouring into the ground.
Facing such a formidable opponent, Golden Eagle and Yin Yan could no longer concentrate on joining forces to attack, and they could only do their best to fight their respective enemies.
It was hard to tell the winner between Yin Yan and Hu Yuan for a while, but Golden Eagle gradually showed its defeat under Zhou Tong's golden spear.
The two of them had a similar mind, and after realizing that a long battle would be disadvantageous for both sides, they unanimously changed their sword postures to get rid of their opponent's entanglement, and flew back more than ten feet away to put a distance between them.
Zhou Tong and Hu Yuan were both veterans of the martial arts world, and they both guessed that the other party must have a back-up plan, so they gave up the pursuit and stood side by side on guard.
Yin Yan over there put away her long sword, took out a white jade statue about three inches high from her arms, held it in her hand and bowed with the golden eagle, her face full of respect and piety, and said in unison: "Subordinates Incompetent, please ask the palace master to take action to annihilate this powerful enemy!"
