Paradise·Flower Street
Under the leadership of a few people, the disciples of each sect fought all the way to the depths of Flower Street like a sharp knife cutting through a mess. The half-collapsed giant fortress was clearly visible in front of them.
The closer they get, the more worried Qiu Mingming becomes. Presumably Yun Musheng and Mo Yuqing are in that fortress. I wonder if they are okay now.
Suddenly, a burst of extremely oppressive murderous intent struck, and all the disciples looked around, only to hear the murderous intent but no one was there. This made everyone panic, and even the speed of drawing out their swords slowed down.
The people in the Hou Mansion, who already lacked the monk Wu Wu, showed signs of decline at first. With Fu Shu alone in the front row, it seemed a bit reluctant. Coupled with the pressure of murderous intent, the march of this team seemed to be a bit difficult.
"Hey~ Hehe, it starts with you."
Fu Shuzheng was fighting with his sword, and he felt the murderous aura suddenly doubled. As soon as he turned around, a palm struck like a sky-shattering force. In an instant, he saw a burst of golden light, and Fu Shu was knocked away several meters. Far.
Han Xie covered his wrist and twisted it slightly, slightly annoyed: "Hiss~ This damn Shaolin gold foil body protection is really thick. Hey, have you been a monk before?"
It turns out that the scattered golden light just now was caused by Fu Shu using the popular Shaolin sect martial arts, gold foil body protection, at the moment when Han Xie attacked. This skill allows the warrior's inner breath to turn into a golden shield to protect the body. It just cannot move when released.
However, there was a huge difference in internal strength between Fu Shu and Han Xie. Even if he reacted, he was instantly defeated by Han Xie's arrogant palm.
Fu Shu slowly got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and gritted his teeth and said, "Huh, I just learned this!" As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Shu instantly arched his body and attacked Han Xie in a flash like a running wolf. The speed is obviously several times faster than before.
Seeing this, Han Xie was shocked. Isn't this his own unique method of transforming into a wolf? Except for him and his four black, gray, and red wolves, there is absolutely no sixth person in the world who can use this kind of movement. How could this kid? . . Did you realize it just after watching yourself exert yourself?
But before Han Xie could think about it, Fu Shu had already clawed at his face. Although Han Xie was surprised, his moves were calm. He turned his head slightly to dodge the move, and then flicked the back of his hand. Knocked Na Fushu away again.
This time, Fushu didn't have the defense of the gold foil body. It could be said that he took this forcefully and fell to the ground and couldn't get up again.
Just as Han Xie was about to step forward to give him the final blow, unexpectedly, several projectiles flew from a distance. Han Xie's keen sense of smell vaguely smelled the smell of saltpeter and sulfur. Seeing that something was not going well, he quickly pointed his wolf gun and shot him. .
Unexpectedly, the projectile exploded with black smoke billowing out. The Nether Powder that Bei Mingyu left behind and gave to Qiu Mingming through Yun Musheng's hand actually came in handy at this time.
In the thick smoke, two figures with knives and swords attacked Han Xie from above and below. Han Xie did not panic. He attacked with his sharp claws and swung his legs to catch them. Unexpectedly, each of them fell into the air. The two figures disappeared into thin air.
Han Xie became agitated and used his internal strength to disperse the black smoke that blocked his vision. Nearby, Qiu Mingming covered his face with his red sleeves and smiled softly, slapping away the hallucinogenic powder secretly hidden in Xuanming Powder.
Master Swallowing Wolf, who was well versed in all kinds of evil ways, was actually tricked by this little woman. He felt ashamed and angry, but before he could take action, he attacked again with one sword after another.
"Hiss~ Come back!" Han Xie roared, and another wave of internal energy was shocked. Seeing the sword and the sword, the two people quickly stretched out their hands to hold each other tightly, and they just swallowed this powerful internal energy.
Han Xie suddenly felt something was wrong. The attack this time was not an illusion. However, based on his many years of experience in fighting with others, he quickly caught the sword that was coming from his lower body and held it tightly.
"Feng Wan!" As the man holding the sword shouted, a black gold dagger came from behind Han Xie. Han Xie glanced disdainfully without turning around, and then suddenly raised his hand to block Feng Wan's dagger again. wrist.
Together with the black gold dagger, they all fell from his hand. "Boy Xu, go on!" Xu Changan, whose right hand was grabbed by Han Xie, reacted very quickly. He stretched out his left hand and caught the falling dagger again, and stabbed it straight towards Han Xie's throat.
At this time, Han Xie's hands and feet were temporarily restrained. He could not avoid the knife, so he had to twist his body desperately. In the end, the knife just pierced Han Xie's arm.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Xu Changan let go of his sword and tried to stay away. However, it was too late. Han Xie, who was completely enraged, was filled with murderous rage. A powerful wolf howling sound accompanied by a huge internal force impact brought him down. The two of them bounced and fell dozens of meters away.
Then he flashed over and slapped the two of them behind each other. Xu Changan looked at the wolf-eating ghost in front of him who was many times stronger than him. The scene here was very familiar. He lay on the ground and vomited blood towards the wind. Wan said:
"Cough cough cough, brother Feng Wan, tell me why we fight this kind of monster every time cough cough cough..."
"Stop talking nonsense. If you can't beat me this time, you will really die. Cough cough cough..."
But having said that, the two bodies seemed to be imprisoned on the ground at this time, unable to move. The footsteps of Han Xie were like the sound of the sickle of death hitting the gate of hell, and they were gradually clicking. Line asymptotically.
The surrounding temperature gradually became colder, and the sweat on the back of Feng Wan's hands formed into ice flowers and scattered, as if the flowers of hope were sending him encouragement again.
"Hanche Partridge Sky!"
The dewdrops in the air formed into icicles and blossomed into flowers. The noble appearance of the blossoms was filled with cold air, like the last swan song of an elegant bard in the ice and snow.
Han Xie seemed to be suddenly overwhelmed by the pain of past memories. He tightly covered his right prosthetic leg and trembled. The ice flowers in the air suddenly exploded, and the petals with extremely cold air penetrated into Han Xie's body so easily, as if there was no barrier.
When Han Xie dodged, he couldn't help but suffer a few blows. No wonder that even when three of the Seven Swords of Huayun were gone, there was still no movement in Hiding the Sun Pavilion, and Fairy Hua Yun, who was proficient in Hanche's internal skills, had just made a move. After his death, Han Xie attacked in a big way.
The wolf blood flowing in his body is not even warm at all, so how can he withstand this extremely cold air.
Han Xie ran to one side for a long distance before he calmed down. He smelled carefully. Although the air was so cold that his nose was red, he still quickly captured the scent of this person.
Sooner or later, Hua Wenqing rushed straight to Hua Wenqing in an instant. The only Han Che internal skill in the world that frightened him must be eliminated as soon as possible.
The handful of Jiangxue in Hua Wenqing's palm seemed to be filled with icy cold air. Han Xie retreated for a while, and then attacked hard after he had accumulated enough internal strength.
"Seven Quick Snow Styles·The sky is full of frost·The cold is coming!"
I saw a rain of swords pouring down from the sky, accompanied by Hua Wenqing's cold inner strength. Every drop of it hitting Han Xie would cause him extreme pain.
Yun Lingzhi fell from the sky. This combination of Kuai Xue Sword and Han Che Kung really made Han Xie not see it for a long time. Thinking back to that year, Yun Zhezhi and Hua Shi also had this combination to guard the Huayun Mountain Gate for sixteen years.
"Han Xie, this combination of Kuai Xue Sword and Han Che will eventually be a hurdle that you cannot overcome in this life. Today is the day that my sisters will avenge the Zhe Zhi Sect Master!"
As soon as Yun Lingzhi finished speaking, a fierce gust of wind surged around the sword in her hand. Hua Wenqing still held Jiang Xue floating in the palm of his hand. Han Che's internal energy quickly matched Yun Lingzhi's sword. melt.
At this moment, the two sisters seemed to be connected. They held their swords in the same posture and made a circle in the air. Then Jiang Xuejian flew out and circled around the two of them, while the sword in Yun Lingzhi's hand was already filled with turmoil.
"Quick Snow Eight Styles·Feng Liuyun·Han Che!"
The two of them concentrated all their inner strength on this blow, and a hurricane that seemed to destroy the world and the earth came with a biting cold air that destroyed the evil spirits of North Korea and South Korea.
Han Xie stared at the familiar and terrifying combination of techniques in front of him, and his eyes gradually turned red. . .
