Listening to the howling in the night, Nangong Ruyu couldn't help but ask: "Master, how are you going to drive away these thieves?"
Listening to the roar outside, Li Xiuyuan said coldly: "Why let them go? I spent so much effort digging a big hole, so it makes sense that some people must be buried."
Nangong Ruyu held his hand nervously: "Many people came today...more than last time..."
Li Xiuyuan looked at his cheeks that were red from the cold and suddenly laughed: "Can there be more troops than the army at the foot of Luoxia Mountain?"
Nangong Ruyu took a deep breath and said, "So, we can share more spirit stones? Now Xiao Longer and Xiao Qing should be happy."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, smiled, and said quietly: "We will stay here and wait for them to come in."
Nangong Ruyu paused and said, "Master, do you want me to kill someone?"
"No need, just let them rush in... In the end, you can try it if you want to take action."
From Li Xiuyuan's point of view, he also wanted Nangong Ruyu to try out different dangers on the other side, and he could not keep letting her be a flower in the greenhouse.
Nangong Ruyu tightly held Zhanxue in her hand and said, "Okay."
At this time, a hint of white belly was exposed in the mountains in the distance of Tianyao Mountain. There were layers of clouds floating above the night sky. The surrounding snowfield was dark, and only the roars of more than thirty monks could be heard.
The consciousness released by Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting quietly in the temple, had covered the snowy fields for several miles around, and he even saw Xiao Long'er hiding in the snow forest and whispering to Xiao Qing.
While Li Xiuyuan was talking to Nangong Ruyu, the iron piano in his hand showed no intention of stopping.
This meeting no longer looks like an iron horse, but has been replaced by a sense of resentment.
Unknowingly, he integrated "Siwuxie" into "House of Flying Daggers".
My ambush on all sides is about to kill your 100,000-strong army before my eyes. The war horses roar, the dead and injured soldiers whisper in the night wind, and the surviving people caress the disabled bodies...
The two different artistic conceptions sounded particularly jarring to Nangong Ruyu's ears, which made her have the urge to reach out and open the iron piano. What kind of tunes were these?
The two different styles of music floating in the night wind sounded like funeral music to the ears of Zhuge Xiongfeng and other monks, making them have the urge to kill the man who played the music.
The snowstorm before dawn got tighter, which made the monks in the snow even more unhappy. Under Zhuge Xiongfeng's urging, they just wanted to end the killing as soon as possible.
At least you should go into the temple and light a fire to take shelter from the wind and snow.
In the dark night, Li Xiuyuan didn't pay attention to the gust of wind and snow blowing in from the temple door. He just quietly used the piano as a sword, then slowly closed his eyes, blending the Ruoshui sword power into the sound of the piano, and slashed towards him one after another. The snow outside the door.
Suddenly there was a oscillating buzz of bowstrings in the night. Under the command of Zhuge Xiongfeng, a group of monks in black bent their bows and drew arrows, wrapped the arrow clusters in kerosene and lit them.
They wanted to kill Li Xiuyuan and others in the small temple and attack with fire.
In an instant, dozens of ignited rockets pierced the pre-dawn darkness and flew toward the gate of the small temple like dozens of migratory locusts.
Like dozens of fireworks blooming in the night, they made a whistling sound in the wind and snow.
However, before the rocket that pierced the wind and snow flew into the temple gate, the Ruoshui sword energy blending into the sound of the piano had already struck the oncoming night monk.
Not far outside the temple, there was a monk in black with a sword in his chest. Instantly, a blood flower bloomed in the night. There was a muffled groan and a monk fell to the ground.
When a sword in the night struck the enemy, Nangong Ruyu, who had been nervous all this time, finally had a strange light in his eyes.
This is her master, the national master from the Five Domains Dynasty.
Even after entering the Shura battlefield, he is still a legend.
The dark clouds on Tianyao Mountain obscured the dawn light, and it was impossible to see anything in the dark night.
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However, Li Xiuyuan could accurately kill the monks in black outside the small and medium-sized temples.
In the eyes of Nangong Ruyu, and in the eyes of Zhuge Xiongfeng and others, this is unbelievable.
The dark night could not cover his eyes at all, because starting from the back hill of the academy, Li Xiuyuan began to look at the world attentively. The dark night would only make him feel like a fish in water.
Seeing his own people falling in the snow, Zhuge Xiong couldn't help but roared: "Set another rocket and burn them to death!"
"Burn them all! Don't let any of them go!"
"Kill the man, and take the woman home for the brothers to enjoy!"
"Brothers will shoot all the arrows in your hands!"
Before the first round of rockets flew into the small temple, the shouts of the monks in black rang out again in the wind and snow.
Hoo ho ho! Dozens of rockets were about to fly into the open door of the small temple.
Sitting in the dark night, Li Xiuyuan and Nangong Ruyu could even see the monks in black rushing toward them. The Zhanxue in Nangong Ruyu's hand has already been unsheathed, and the next moment she seems to be rushing into the wind and snow.
Fight with the monks in the cave heaven realm.
In Nangong Ruyu's eyes, dozens of rockets shot from the cave heaven monks were like life-threatening runes, flying towards her in the lightning and flint.
Life and death are only in an instant.
In the moment when dozens of death rockets flew towards the gate of the small temple, in that one hundred thousandth moment, there was a buzzing sound in front of the small temple, and a golden light rose up like a ray that was too thick to be dissolved. wall.
A golden wall of light. Dozens of flying rockets stopped in mid-air outside the small temple as if they were cut by someone's sword, and then fell softly into the snow.
The iron arrow wrapped in kerosene failed to ignite the cold snow and gradually went out silently.
Zhuge Xiongfeng and a group of other monks in the Cave Heaven Realm were stunned. All the rockets they fired fell into the snow outside the temple without exception.
Looking at the golden wall of light outside the temple, Nangong Ruyu tightly covered her mouth. This was the first time she saw Li Xiuyuan using a large formation to resist the enemy in front of her.
The difference was that the rockets fired by the monks in black fell to the snow, and the House of Flying Daggers launched by Li Xiuyuan showed no intention of stopping.
Listen to the wind and snow in silence, behead the enemy in silence.
When the running monks in black came to their senses, two more of their companions fell down with Ruoshui Sword Qi in their bodies. Although they did not die immediately, they screamed and screamed wildly.
A group of men in black were surprised at how the sword energy of the young man in the temple was so accurate, but they reacted very quickly. They all lay down in the snow in an attempt to avoid the streaks and hide in the wind and snow. The sword energy.
They already understood that they could not close the distance between the two sides in a short time, and darkness no longer relied on them. They were waiting for the first light from the horizon to illuminate the small temple.
The call suddenly sounded in the mountains.
Even Zhuge Xiongfeng had to lie down in the wind and snow. Even with his cultivation in the middle stage of the Cave Heaven Realm, he was not sure how to dispel the sword energy in the wind and snow in front of him.
Nangong Ruyu covered her mouth, looking at Li Xiuyuan's neither sad nor happy expression, feeling the sword energy hidden in the sound of the piano, thinking how many years had passed before the master on Tianshan Mountain was so powerful?
The sound of the piano gradually faded away, almost invisible in the wind and snow.
Li Xiuyuan sighed, put away the iron piano with a wave of his hand, and took out the Prajna Shura Sword.
On the horizon, the bright color that illuminates the world has been reflected in the small square of the small temple.
Next, he started a life-and-death struggle with the monks who had been in the Cave Heaven Realm for decades with the formation as the backing.
"Don't rush out of this temple without my permission." Li Xiuyuan and Nangong Ruyu told him coldly. Even he was not sure how to deal with the monks in the cave heaven realm in front of them.
As the sky gradually became brighter, dozens of monks loomed over them. Li Xiuyuan, who was in the small temple, could even see the light reflected from the opponent's weapon.
Although Nangong Ruyu was with Xiaoqing last time,
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We fought with several men in black in the Valley of the Dead together, but they were also protected by Xiao Qing and Xiao Long'er.
Right now, her eyes were shining with excitement, she was holding the Snow Sword and wanted to rush out.
Li Xiuyuan sighed and gently held her little hand.
Nangong Ruyu's excitement did not make Li Xiuyuan happy. He glared at her angrily and motioned for her to be quiet. It wasn't her turn to fight here yet.
Without any hesitation, he stood up from the fire, held the Prajna Shura Sword, and walked towards the door of the small temple.
The moment he walked out of the small temple, the wind and snow suddenly stopped, and a golden light shone on him from the sky. In Nangong Ruyu's eyes, he looked like a god or Buddha.
Looking into the eyes of Zhuge Xiongfeng and others, the young man at this time was like the God of War standing in the dawn.
And he will never allow his opponent to be more ruthless than him!
The distance between the two sides has become extremely close, and the fight to death is only a matter of seconds.
No one had time to draw their bows and shoot arrows. The black-clothed monks outside the temple finally saw the young man's appearance clearly. The few black-clothed monks at the front put away their iron bows, drew their bows and arrows and rushed towards Li Xiuyuan.
The clanging sound kept ringing for a while.
Li Xiuyuan slipped his feet and avoided the man in black who was coming with the wind and snow. He swung his right hand hard and slashed out with a black sword energy and a trace of destructive flames. He was instantly entangled with several men in black who rushed up. Together.
A wailing sound sounded in the wind and snow, and a flame burned on the body of the first man in black who rushed up to entangle with Li Xiuyuan.
Before the companions behind him could run up, the man in black with the divine dragon's flames in his body had already fallen heavily into the snow, making a muffled sound. Before the flames burned, a blood arrow splashed up, and it was instantly stained as red as silver. of snow.
He just made the most ordinary sword strike, the simplest sword strike that he had practiced for decades.
It was as calm as cutting off those dozen snowflakes in the wind and snow yesterday.
And the flaming sword intention that was about to turn from virtual to real, the moment he slashed out the sword, also rushed out with the sword energy, and struck the man in black in the chest head-on.
Blood splashes, and once the dragon's flames burn, it will be a situation of immortality.
Looking at his companion lying in the snow, he couldn't put out the flames even though he kept rolling around, just like the rockets they shot before.
This fire is not that fire!
This is the dragon fire that Li Xiuyuan has cultivated to great perfection!
If it were an ordinary person, he would have died long ago under Li Xiuyuan's sword intent combined with the dragon's fire. But the other party is a monk in the cave heaven realm. As long as the soul is immortal, there is still the possibility of reshaping the body.
And Li Xiuyuan was obviously very familiar with all of this, from being covered in flames to falling to the ground, to the point where the dragon's fire ignited the opponent's soul, and then the soul was destroyed.
Nangong Ruyu, who was standing in the small temple, was stunned.
Standing in the wind and snow, Zhuge Xiongfeng and others were dumbfounded. There was no flame in this world that even a monk in the Cave Heaven Realm could not extinguish.
You know, just one step away from heaven is extraordinary.
In the midst of lightning and flint, Li Xiuyuan, who walked out of the temple gate, turned around and flew past, avoiding several black-clothed monks who slashed at him with several sharp edges. Then he sacrificed the body of a divine dragon and cut out a dream-like sword with the black Shura sword. gas.
Samsara Sword Technique: Saha Sentient Beings! Flowers fall without a trace!
Two sword moves were executed in succession!
The fairy spirit's true energy splashed up the snow on the ground, turning it into pieces of flowers falling from the sky, and then instantly turned into thousands of sharp swords, floating towards the black-clothed monks who followed him.
Nangong Ruyu in the small temple looked at the flowers falling in the sky, Zhuge Xiongfeng looked at the sword energy that turned from flowers into swords, and the black-clothed monk who rushed over felt a few snowflakes pass through his armor and pierce into his body. own body.
The sword of the black-clothed monk who rushed forward failed to leave a trace on Li Xiuyuan's body.
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