Ji You's retreat became the straw that broke the camel's back. Ji Gang waved his short forks, struggled to swing the long sword away, greased the soles of his feet, and suddenly swept back several feet. The sword was long and the fork was short, so Jiao Baizhan was unable to catch up, so he could only kill a group of small soldiers to relieve his anger. A one-sided massacre was coming to an end. Even Ji You, the "Emerald Buddha", was killed by Jianggang Ryu's freehand sword. Only a few people were lucky enough to escape.
Zhou Ke interrogated the survivors one by one, questioning three or four people in a row, and finally encountered a weakling. He claimed that he was a subordinate of Ji Gang, the helmsman of the Mozhou branch of the Yinma Gang, and was ordered to ambush the incoming enemy. He did not know the reason why. Zhou Ke suddenly felt relieved when he heard this. It doesn't matter if it's not the Tianlong Gang. Don't offend Yanghu if you offend anyone. With so many people dead, the commotion is not small. They will never be able to enter Tanzhou City. A huge disaster has dissipated in Intangible, even Jiang Shangliu couldn't say anything.
Jiang Shangliu had obviously figured this out, and he raised his sword to kill them one by one. His face was gloomy, and he was a little undecided. While I was hesitating, I suddenly heard the sound of stumbling footsteps. I looked up and saw Ji Gang leaving and coming back again. His nose was blue and his eyes were swollen, and his face was covered with blood. Like an angry lion, he rushed forward viciously. Jiao Baizhan got what he wanted. He stepped forward with his sword and fought with him. In this fight, Ji Gang worked hard and risked his life, but he was actually at a disadvantage. This made him secretly shocked. He didn't know what he had eaten wrong. medicine.
Zhou Ke's heart skipped a beat, and a bitter taste came out of his mouth. Behind the hill, a Taoist from Qing Dynasty slowly pushed forward in a wheelchair. There was a man sitting on it, with a sword across his knee. It was the man who had put him there not long ago. Guo Chuanlin, who had only one way to survive, looked at them coldly, as if looking at a few dead people.
Jiang Shangliu narrowed his eyes and looked at it for a long time, then asked Zhou Ke: "Junior brother, is this person Yang Hu, your registered disciple?"
Zhou Ke said solemnly: "Yes and no."
Jiang Shangliu Hui misunderstood, thinking that his junior brother meant that Yang Hu had been expelled from Hechuan Valley and was no longer a member of the Huashan sect, so he did not pay attention to the hidden meaning. He retracted his right hand into his sleeve, clasped something tightly, and said cautiously: "Junior brother Yan, take down this traitor, don't hurt your life." Yan Pingwu agreed and stepped forward with his sword. Zhou Ke couldn't help but He reminded me, "Senior Brother Jiang, this person has great Taoist skills and is invincible!"
Jiang Shangliu turned a deaf ear, either because he didn't believe what he said, or because he was testing Yan Pingwu. Zhou Ke sighed secretly, and there was a burst of despair in his heart. There is a way to heaven, but you don't take it. If there is no door to hell, you throw yourself into it. Guo Chuanlin Killing Min Zhongchun, killing "Iron Dragon" Song Dian, how ruthless and ruthless, today's battle is likely to be a disaster.
Yan Pingwu hesitated for a moment, but without seeing his senior brother's words, he activated his Qinggong and flew forward without skipping a beat. The long sword buzzed and trembled, and the tip of the sword flashed a little cold light, flying like a firefly, trapping the opponent in the sword's power. . Yiqing Taoist looked at his nose and heart, pushing the wheelchair forward. Yan Pingwu gritted his teeth and turned the false move into a real move. The sword light condensed and stabbed directly into the vital parts of his chest and abdomen.
This move was both offensive and defensive, with hidden murderous intent, and contained seven or eight changes. Yan Pingwu believed deeply in his junior brother's martial arts vision, so he reserved some strength, thinking that even if he could not defeat the enemy, he could still escape whole body, but he didn't know that the opponent would kneel down. With a slap on the scabbard, a sharp sword unsheathed and flew out. With just one glance, he was cut into two pieces, including the man and the sword. His body fell in a pool of blood, with his hands and feet twitching non-stop.
Wei Shiqi reached out to catch the Poison Dragon Sword and slowly raised his eyes, as calm as water and ruthless as water. Zhou Ke's heart suddenly went cold. This was not an ordinary martial art, but it was somewhat similar to flying swords. The most tragic ending and the deepest nightmare were all in front of him. What should he do? Ji Gang shouted and shouted, fighting endlessly with Jiao Baizhan regardless of his own safety. The two of them were breathing heavily, their strength was fading, blood was flying on their bodies, and they were constantly exchanging injuries for injuries. Neither one of them was willing to take a step back.
The wheelchair rolled over the corpses and blood, approaching step by step. Zhou Ke glanced at his senior brother, but saw his sleeves trembling slightly. The sword was as graceful as a giant, fleeting, taking the head of a general among a million soldiers. It's like searching a bag to retrieve an object. Even if your swordsmanship has reached its peak, how can you stop Taoist flying swords? Liu Banran suddenly woke up on the river. He waved out his right hand and threw the object in his palm violently. It seemed as if half of his energy was taken away by the object. In an instant, he aged twenty years. His back was stooped, his temples were gray, and his face had extra wrinkles. Countless wrinkles.
A thumb-sized skull flew out of his hand and suddenly stagnated in the air. It trembled slightly and turned into two, two into four, four into eight, until it grew to the size of a castana. Two balls of yin fire ignited in the eye sockets, and the mandible "clicked" "Click" opening and closing, ghosts crying and wolves howling, circling Wei Shiqi and preparing to pounce. Zhou Ke was shocked. He was so ghostly that he must be a heretic. How could his senior brother know such evil arts? Yes, it was the life-saving means left to him by the head master! Zhou Ke suddenly remembered his senior brother Li Yizhu. Could it be that he was killed and silenced because he broke into his master's practice of evil arts? Master, he...could he...be...
The Poison Dragon Sword was unsheathed again, and a spirit swam back and forth, tearing apart the skulls one by one. The sword roared continuously, piercing the clouds and tearing the silk, resounding throughout the countryside. Wei Shiqi stretched out his hand and pointed, and the Poison Dragon Sword was about to go away. There was a "crash" sound from the water under the Pengguang Bridge. Li Shi, the leader of Huashan Mountain, stepped out of the water holding the "Taiyue Divine Sword", wearing an iron crown on his head and a Taoist robe. Hanging a string of skull beads, it looks like an evil cultivator.
Zhou Ke was dumbfounded. His master turned out to be a Taoist cultivator, possessed of evil arts, and hid in the Black Willow River. He remained silent and watched as Senior Brother Yan was torn apart by Guo Chuanlin's flying sword. Everything was in chaos. His mind was in chaos. All kinds of thoughts came and went, and I felt something collapsed deep in my heart, muttering to myself: "The Huashan Sect is over..."
The Poison Dragon Sword was hanging in the air, ready to go. As if facing a formidable enemy, Li Shi said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"
Wei Shiqi invoked the sword technique, and the Poison Dragon Sword flew out of the air, killing fiercely, and slashed down towards the empty place. However, he heard someone say "Huh", the demonic aura rose into the sky, and a dazzling sword light exploded. Kailai fought hard with the Poison Dragon Sword, but the fight ended in a stalemate. The void rippled like water, and a tall figure stepped into the bloody water. It had the head of a tiger and the body of a man, standing tall against the mountains. He stared at Wei Shiqi with hesitation in his eyes.
Jiang Shangliu's back was dripping with cold sweat, and he stepped back step by step. Li Shi casually took off a string of skull beads from his chest, raised his hand and threw them away. The skulls flew in all directions, making a rattling noise, and green-faced and fanged ghosts floated out of his eyes. , smelling the breath of strangers, like madness, rushing towards the flesh and blood body. Poor Liu, Zhou Ke, Jiao Bai, Zhan Ji Gang were all martial arts practitioners in Jiangshang. They were full of blood, but they were penetrated into their bodies by evil ghosts. All swordsmanship and Qigong were of no avail. They fell to the ground slumped, and in the blink of an eye, only a shriveled white bone and skin bag was left.
Li Shi wanted to kill all his disciples, but Wei Shiqi stood by and did not stop him. The scene before him seemed familiar. He immediately remembered the old events of the Chilong Escort Bureau in Geling Town, nodded and said, "So it's you!"
The big demon with the head of a tiger and the energy of a white tiger sword resisting the poisonous dragon sword is none other than the Cangling Tiger Demon Envoy!
