"choke!"
The sword light rises and the sword light flashes!
The crystal bright sword light was like a stream of autumn water. After the sword light flashed, the wine glass and stone table were split into two.
Xiaoyao Hou stood. Even though he was standing on a stone bench, he was still not any higher.
Ran Ran said lightly: "In addition to Doll Villa, you also have Tianzong. Almost more than half of the people in this world are from your Tianzong. But if you are not afraid of me, why did you gather so many people to kill me?"
Xiaoyao Hou said in a deep voice: "If you die, the deer-cutting knife will still be mine, and the world will still be mine!"
"You have the courage to come here, you are already stronger than anyone else in the world!"
Is Xiaoyaohou afraid? Half of the five hundred and sixty-seven people belong to Tianzong and belong to him!
Even if he didn't admit it, he couldn't help but come anyway. If he doesn't come, Tiantian Sect will be a joke, and Xiaoyaohou will also become a joke, because there is already a Xiaoyaohou in this world, and there will never be another Demon Lord.
If the Demon Lord is not dead, the people of Tianzong will disobey him. He is a dwarf, how can he lose these things again?
However, he still has some confidence for the time being. In addition to his martial arts skills, he also has a deer-cutting knife. Today, no one understands the magic of the deer knife better than him, not even Xu Luzi, the man who made the knife.
Xiaoyao Hou's figure flickered, and he turned into a black shadow, melted into the night, and disappeared under the moonlight.
Ranyi said calmly: "If something happens to Jun'er, I will crush all your bones."
Shen Bijun and the young master were stunned for a moment, and then a person slowly fell down from above.
"If Miss Shen loses even one hair, I will give you my life back."
Xiao Shiyilang is also a smart man. In order to find the deer knife, he found the young master and found it again. Seeing the person coming, the young master smiled and took a few steps away knowingly.
Ran Ran glanced at Shen Bijun, and with her worried face, she said softly: "I'll come as soon as I go!"
As soon as he took one step forward, an afterimage of cloud smoke dissipated, and the person appeared ten feet away. He tapped the water with his toes, causing a little ripple on the lake surface, and then the person disappeared.
When the person disappeared, a sword also flew out of its sheath and flew into the lake.
A fleeting glimpse...
The moonlight reflects the light of the water and glows with the light of the lake.
There were people under the moon, people in white clothes, who flashed between the water and the moon, and then floated down, like a dragonfly landing on a lotus leaf, not surprising a drop of dew, and then just quietly watching the figure landing on another lotus leaf.
"Who are you?" Xiaoyao Hou looked at him and said, "A person always has an origin. Where do you come from?"
A mysterious smile that no one could understand suddenly appeared on Ran Ran's face, and he said mysteriously: "There shouldn't be a person like me in the world. I only came to this world for one thing."
"What's up?"
"Be free and have fun as you like!"
The knife is light cyan, and the light of the knife is also light cyan. It does not look dazzling now, nor does it have a dazzling light. But the sword had only been unsheathed, but before it was swung, there seemed to be an indescribable evil aura that was approaching.
At this moment, the light cyan sword light flew up like a blue rainbow...
After flying up, the blade broke through the air, and suddenly, there was a roar of a dragon, flying into the sky.
The sword light came together, and the sword light also arrived. The sword met the sword, and it was as if it was stunning and graceful. In the moonlit sky, it turned into two rays of brilliance and splendor.
The swords touched each other, and with a "ding" sound like a clear chant, the figures separated!
The sword has opened a gap, and even if it can be drawn upward at will, the sword is no match for the blade of the deer-cutting knife.
"Good knife!"
Xiaoyao Hou did not respond, he transformed into a void, with no substance, and the black shadows also turned into two, and two into four, and there were like sixteen shadows in an instant...he suddenly became sick and reappeared, gathered and dispersed, and the demonic shadows were everywhere.
Sixteen figures were criss-crossed, indistinguishable.
However, with a random wave of his hand, a huge sword light suddenly swept across the lake. Wherever the sword blade passed, all the black shadows immediately dissipated, and the true form of Xiaoyao Hou was instantly revealed.
Randomly floating on the lotus leaf, he smiled and was amazed at his martial arts.
The sword light fell sharply.
The falling sword light was as fast as lightning!
A smile spread at any corner of his mouth, and the knife fell. The blade was less than an inch from the center of his eyebrows, but it was blocked by the iron sword. The lotus leaf sank instantly. The sword edge shook slightly, and Xiaoyao Hou was forced to open it.
At this moment, there was a sudden flash of light from the sword, the sword energy swung down from the blade, and the water in the lake was cut open and flowed straight away.
He bent his body at will and suddenly went away, and the newly rising lotus leaf was divided into two parts with the lake water.
The changes in Xiaoyaohou's martial arts are amazing. Sometimes they are sword skills, sometimes they are sword skills, and sometimes they are like spear skills.
The two of them were hovering in mid-air, swords touching each other. Xiaoyaohou saw that any sword technique was impeccable, and he often intended to go first with the sword, as if he could predict that he would fall behind. He could only use the power of the weapon to cut off the edge of the sword, and the swords were full of the air. The light of swords and swords turned into fantastic colors.
A peerless magic sword and an ordinary iron sword, but they are like jade dragons fighting in the sky.
In the sky, when it reaches the water, this knife has become one with its owner Ren Dao, giving each other a magical, indescribable, a kind of brilliance that is unique in heaven and earth.
The light cyan light cuts in, cuts in, and rolls in at will!
The swords are flying like thousands of swords in the Milky Way, and they are facing the sword at will. Every sword has the sword's intention that has not yet been exhausted. Each of his swords is as light as a poem, as beautiful as a dream, and every sword he makes returns in vain.
Xiaoyao Hou shouted loudly, and all his strength was drawn to the blade again. Endless sword energy emanated from the magic sword, and the clouds and mist dispersed, driven away by the sword energy, murderous energy, and evil spirit.
Like a ghost, like a ghost. The magic sword is in hand, and this sword moves from top to bottom, as if the sky is shocked and the ghosts are crying!
The silvery light of the moon shines on the deer-cutting knife, and the light of the knife shines on Random's eyes.
Wuyou's sword aura, overwhelming murderous aura, ferocious evil aura... He smiled and struck out a sword at will, and the silhouette of the figure instantly intersected with it, the swords collided, and sparks flew out...
Finally, there was a "ding" sound!
Randomly was forced to retreat. This was the first time he was forced to retreat, but the sword broke. The broken blade fell into the lake and sank.
Xiaoyao Hou laughed and roared: "You will eventually be defeated in the hands of my Lord Tian, and you will eventually die under my sword."
He stepped on the water with both feet, and with his body in the wind, he shot through the air like an arrow.
The sword light rose again!
He raised his hand at will, and in his hand was a broken sword, stabbing Xiaoyao Hou.
He was just swaying casually, with no intention of making any moves at all, but this move, every throw, every thrust... was like a calligraphy master who was drunk and wrote like a madman, or a master of painting who was drunk when he was drunk.
The sword intention came into being. This sword does not belong to a thousand sword techniques that turn the clouds and rain over. This sword is not the last one. This sword has never been born.
No one can describe this sword.
No matter how gorgeous the article, no matter how beautiful the poem, no matter how wonderful the painting, there is no way to describe this sword, because it is just as fast as lightning, endlessly changing, transcendent and unconventional, and it is not only as beautiful as a dream, but also the essence of all these. Combine...
Add three points of stunning, three points of chic, three points of supreme, and one point of arrogance.
This sword shocked the world and shocked the world!
At this moment, when the broken sword flew towards him... Xiaoyao Hou's strongest confidence suddenly melted, melted, and disappeared like spring snow exposed to the sun.
He suddenly had a magical, indescribable fear that was unique in heaven and earth.
Then, then, the sword pierced the blade, dissipated the sword energy, crossed the blade, and penetrated the throat.
The broken sword was not pulled out, but stayed in Xiaoyaohou's neck, and fell into the lake with him... He took the deer-cutting knife at will, tapped the lake with his toes, and floated away!
