Monk Yuanjue faced the difficulty and used the Eighteen Moves to Conquer Demons to trap Zhan Changfeng. Zhan Changfeng was able to advance and retreat. The sword in his hand was like a frightening dragon. Sometimes it was as powerful as thunder, and sometimes it was wanton. He had no killing intention, but he killed everywhere. bureau.
After a few moves, the Zhan Changfeng Sword struck down on the Demon-Conquering Pestle. Yuan Jie held the body of the pestle with both hands, and the tip of his nose was three inches away from the tip of the sword.
While Zhan Changfeng was concentrating, a sword suddenly struck her from an angle. Her eyes narrowed, and when she turned to dodge, the sword in her hand slid across the demon-subduing pestle, and the sparks were electrified and were about to hit the hand holding one end of the sword.
Yuanjue was shocked, Zhan Changfeng took advantage of him to let go, raised his sword, and the magic pestle rotated around her sword body, clanging to stop five or six flying swords from unknown sources.
The Zhan Changfeng Sword swung, and the Demon-Conquering Pestle flew out. The force that penetrated the air and broke through the clouds was intercepted halfway. A closer look revealed that there was actually a person standing there.
This man is dressed in white and has black hair, a silver chain around his slender waist, and a bit of cinnabar and crimson dust. His appearance is clear and elegant, not hiding the high cold. He is like a lone bird flying by in the late autumn sunset, stunning and distant.
This is Young Palace Master Xuanyin, one of the few martial arts wizards in the world who can compare with Zhan Changfeng - Sui Qinghan.
"I also wondered where you were running away. You were hiding aside and watching." Zhan Changfeng raised the corners of his lips with a hint of frivolity, "Does it look good?"
Of course Zhan Changfeng is good-looking. Unlike Yi Changsheng, who is in control and has no trace of dust, she is more bright and carefree, as if one is meditating in the sky and the other is playing in the world.
Those who play in the world are obviously indifferent, but they want to take the common people into their wings. Sui Qinghan always felt that Prince Daqian was a bit divisive?
And the one in front of her was obviously the one she was familiar with.
"The word "good-looking" is only used by people." Sui Qinghan gave him a cool look and unsheathed the sword on his waist.
Xuanyin Palace contains the Taixuan Jing, a heavenly book, and does not teach swordsmanship, but Sui Qinghan is good at using swords. Her swordsmanship is half the etherealness of the Taixuan Jing, and the other half is the heaviness of Sui Qinghan. Her loneliness and silence seem to have accumulated over countless years. years.
Three years later, Zhan Changfeng fought against Sui Qinghan again. He was surprised to find that the girl who had left due to loss actually had the strength to fight her again, and he felt happy.
The lights of swords and shadows crisscrossed the space, leaving no chance for others to get close. Within a hundred steps, she and she were alone in fighting with swords.
Seeing her unguarded smile, Sui Qinghan asked doubtfully, "Why are you smiling?"
Zhan Changfeng was very happy, "I am not alone in my path."
I am not alone in my ways
Sui Qinghan recited these four words silently, and couldn't help but feel moved, but quickly calmed down, "You talk so much."
After saying that, each sword was more powerful than the other.
The two swords crossed each other, and Zhan Changfeng smiled strangely, "Someone seems to be unable to wait any longer."
After all, this is not a personal battle. For Yu Mingtang, killing or injuring the prince may reverse the entire situation. How can the people who are entrusted with important tasks just watch? It's just that she has to come closer after thousands of troops. How difficult it is.
Fortunately, the 108 warrior monks of the Ancient Dao Temple resisted, and the disciples of Xuanyin Palace stood by and forcibly opened a way. The swordsman with a face as red as a jujube, a knight with a loyal heart, and a Qi practitioner in Taoist robes, Coupled with the fate awareness of subduing the demon pestle in the heavy palm, they worked together to attack Zhan Changfeng.
The guards around Zhan Changfeng were not vegetarians either. They all came out with swords, spears, swords and halberds in a formation that shook the sky.
It was the first time that Yuan Jie encountered the famous dragon and wolf cavalry. He was secretly frightened by his power. He fought tooth and nail with his power. His power was fearless of life and death. His power was like thunder and fire. Moreover, their cultivation levels were terrifyingly high. There was such a tacit understanding that they stopped everyone easily.
Where did the prince come from, so many warriors!
Just as he was thinking about it, Yuan Jie's vision dimmed, and a majestic man appeared in front of him. His black armor and cold look made him look like an indestructible iron tower.
Yuanyuejue did not think too much and swung the demon pestle away with great force. The force of this swing was like breaking rocks and cracking clouds. However, he saw that the man was still motionless and just said, "Brother Yu."
Fang Yu, this was his common name before he became a monk. The only person who could call him Brother Yu was Yuanjue. He was busy closing his momentum, and his remaining energy was stuffy in his chest. He seemed unaware, and looked carefully at the iron tower-like man, and finally found his firm and cold face. A familiar look appeared on his hard face, "Why is the donor here?"
Pratyekabuddha was quite surprised, or rather frightened.
This is his brother Fang Zhe, who was originally worshiped by Wuhu Village in Yunzhou in the east. Since the war in the east, Fang Zhe gradually withdrew from the martial arts world. However, after a secret investigation by Yuan Jie, it was said that he withdrew to close the door to recuperate, but in fact it was nothing. trace.
Yuan Jie thought for a time that they were all harmed by the prince's poisonous hand, and the skills of each sect were also taken away to create this army of dragons and wolves.
But now, Fang Zhue appeared in front of him as a dragon and wolf cavalry!
Fang Zhe grinned, seeming to enjoy the surprise of Yue Jie, "Hahaha, come on, come on, we haven't seen each other for many years, let's come and compare notes."
After saying that, he danced his two axes and spared no effort to attack Yuanjue. Yuanjue was confused, shocked, and surprised. Soon all the emotions disappeared and he went all out to deal with Fang Zhuo's offensive.
Neither Zhan Changfeng nor Sui Qinghan could do anything to the other. At their level, it would be difficult to hurt each other unless they fought to the death. Mainly because Sui Qinghan kept attacking and Zhan Changfeng failed to respond.
Sui Qinghan felt bored, "Where's your sword?"
"Of course my sword is there, but if you want it to be truly unsheathed, you have to answer me a question first."
"The Road to Heaven."
"" Zhan Changfeng thought about it carefully and realized what she was answering. He smiled and said, "I'm not asking you this. If you want to know why you helped Mingtang, just find a few people to torture you."
Zhan Changfeng said calmly, "But I am still very happy for your confession. Our many years of friendship have not been in vain."
Sui Qinghan paused with his sword, and Leng Yue was wrinkled by the sudden rain and wind, "A life-and-death friendship?"
In one sentence, he expressed his unbearable ridicule, but Zhan Changfeng still nodded, "That's right, that's right."
How on earth did this man become the immortal god of war spread by word of mouth?
Sui Qinghan was forced to take a breath of depression. He just wanted to kill this guy quickly and go back to his small building to practice.
While Zhan Changfeng was having a fierce exchange with her, he asked casually, "Have you, Xuanyin, ever thought about taking refuge in me?"
She didn't deliberately keep it down, but the people around her heard it, and everyone thought in their hearts, "Oh shit, it's just a poaching, especially if you even poach your own enemy, you're still not a human being."
Sui Qinghan realized the deep meaning behind this sentence, and Qingjun's eyes flashed across her face, "So confident?"
"I don't know anything else, but you expect Xu Wei to win first. That's impossible." Zhan Changfeng slashed his sword and his figure swept back, "We are at war, young palace master. It is destined that personal power sometimes it is not important."
The Charge roared suddenly, and the situation had changed unknowingly.
On Zhan Changfeng's independent chariot, a sword suddenly penetrated the Qi practitioner's chest, and the man's hand skills were just halfway correct.
This robe was too obvious. She was once caught off guard by these inexplicable Qi Practitioners, but as she said, if you catch a few more and study them, you can figure out everything you don't want to figure out.
His eyes swept over these people who worked for Mingtang, "Maybe Mingtang's only chance is to kill me, but it's a pity that you can't kill me."
Sui Qinghan looked back at the battlefield and saw that the gate of Zherong City was not broken, but smoke was rising inside the city. Several signal bombs jumped into the sky, turning into a pattern of intertwined spears, axes and axes - that was the military flag belonging to Prince Daqian!
Dragon and wolf cavalry are in the city!
How did they get in!
The frontline battlefields were all stunned by this incident. Mingtang's morale declined again and again, and some of them were defeated and fled or surrendered. On the other hand, Daqian's army was like a chicken blood, and directly blasted open the city gate. Not long after, the city's top Then the flags were changed!
The trend of Mingtang is over!
