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When Xu Fengnian controlled the twelve swords and ran alone with a knife, Han Diaosi did not pay much attention to this person. He used the power of the evil object, which was not worth mentioning. The sword-controlling technique of Wu Family Sword Tomb was not as good as his own red snake and dragon. Human and cats were more concerned about the distance between Xu Fengnian and the two-phase evil object. Since the two parties had the same intentions, it was not surprising that Han Diaosi wanted to know how long the figures of the two could be stretched. Previously, the evil object was dormant and snow was more than 30 feet apart from Xu Fengnian. At this time, Xu Fengnian seemed to be attacking alone, but the red robe was actually like a shadow following the shape, with the same pace, ethereal and erratic. The evil object was wearing a spacious robe, like an actor shaking his water sleeves, flowing water, and always maintained eighteen

It seems that eighteen feet is the best distance between the two of them. After unshelf, one sword is removed, Xu Fengnian did not rush to use the second sword. Within three feet and ten feet away, the twelve swords with perfect swords were dazzling and strange. The sword control technique reached its peak. It was just a eight-character program, which was connected to the mind and pointed at the tip of the sword. Xu Fengnian actually revealed his shortcomings and acted in the opposite direction, deliberately distracted and let the flying swords throw and smash them randomly, like a fight between a child, a shrew closed his eyes and grabbed his face, and there was no orderly style of a disorderly and orderly manner. Han Diaosi sneered in his heart, strolled in the garden, stretched out his index finger, pointed in the air, and bounced out without waiting for the sword to approach one 1 zhang.

Originally, if Xu Fengnian dared to concentrate on the sword, and Han Diaosi's understanding of the realm of Zhixuan, this boy would have to suffer a lot, pointing to Xuan, and asking about immortality, it was just a biased saying that the world respected Taoism, and pointed to Xuan, and it was far more than this. All things have rituals, from the tide to the rise and fall of the moon, from the full moon to the waning, from the smallest flowers to the blooming and falling, from the wind to the end, and carrying Zhixuan, like snow falling from the sky, in Han Diaosi's eyes,

As far as you see, a snowflake fell but not fell, there were clear traces in his eyes. The thickness of this wonderful trajectory is also related to the level of the Zhixuan realm. When you first enter Zhixuan, you will be vague. After a long time you enter Zhixuan, your cultivation will become clearer and clearer. When the Wu Family Sword Tomb broke through ten thousand cavalry, most of them died in battle. Among them, Wu Cao'an's realm was only middle and upper, and he stopped at Zhixuan for a lifetime, compared to the two celestial phenomena.

The door cannot be compared with each other, but in the battle of the grassland, nine people joining swords, but he was the well-deserved "sword tip". He killed 3,700 cavalry under the sword edge. It was not until Wu Cao'an died exhausted that others replaced the sword tip. As the sword servant of that generation of sword crown, Wu Cao'an followed his master out of the tomb to practice. He never practiced martial arts with others. After the sword crown became famous, he was alone in Jieshi, looked west at the river east and looked east at the sea, and overnight

In between, they went straight to Zhixuan, and finally rushed to the source of the river. One man and one sword followed the river eastward. When they went out to sea, Zhixuan climbed to the top. No wonder later generations joked that Wu Cao'an had completed what other warriors had done in just 20 days. You used the cultivation of the evil objects and celestial phenomena to fight against our enemy, Han Diaosi, which was to seek death. Although Zhixuan asked me, Han Diaosi, although he was already unique and deliberately took another approach, he was just delaying his death.

Han Diaosi was familiar with the various habits of the twelve flying swords in half a stick of incense, so he began to clean up the mess. He stepped down with a deep foot, stretched his fingers with his left thumb and index fingers, and accidentally held a flying sword with his hands and tail. He ignored the sharpness of the flying sword, and knocked his fingers together with his fingers. He knocked his fingers together and broke the sword. He blew the red silk in his right hand, stroking it out, and he stretched out his hand and wrapped it around the narrow and long swords, pulling it back, and twisted it into a ball on the human cat's fist and palm.

Han Diaosi randomly discarded the flying sword with the destruction of the sword, boiled green plums and chopped bamboo horses and broke peach blossoms, and sneered, "Taiya Deng used these twelve swords to be considered serious."

Xu Fengnian was in a state of mind, and his right hand was soaring. Finally, he pulled the remaining nine swords and smashed Han Diaosi in the sky with the immortal stroking the head of the immortal. The Beiliang Sword in his left hand was moving forward, and a green dragon in his sleeve stabbed Han Diaosi. The man in black looked calm, and the sword rain splashed down, but he stepped out of the sword formation in one step. Although the nine flying swords hit him on the back after they fell, Han Diaosi ignored him and took a big step towards the green sleeve. The strong energy burst out from the Beiliang Sword with his palm. Even if Han Diaosi's temples were blown freely, the human cat still pushed the Beiliang Sword with his palm, and his five fingers formed a hook, and he grabbed the Beiliang Sword, "Beiliang Iron Cavalry Beiliang Sword, if it was changed, it would be like this."

Before Xu Fengnian let go, Han Diaosi raised his hand and kicked Xu Fengnian in the abdomen. Xu Fengnian himself seemed to be sound, and the snow was surrounded by ripples of energy like oil pans, and the ground cracked even more. Han Diaosi frowned. Since this kid was carrying a scabbard sword behind him, he still refused to abandon the knife. Han Diaosi's palm drove the tip of the knife and shrank back. The hilt of the knife was like a bell, hitting Xu Fengnian's heart. Xu Fengnian was only pale, and the robe was 18 feet away, and the robe was sprayed out with scarlet blood. Han Diaosi would show mercy. Turning around and a whip leg swept on Xu Fengnian's shoulder. Xu Fengnian was like a rootless duckweed blown by the strong wind, and his feet flew sideways off the ground, but because of holding the knife tightly, his body almost couldn't go. Han Diaosi and Xu Fengnian were one by one, one by one, between the two sides

It was the Beiliang sword with the tip of the knife, and nine flying swords were like moths to the fire, but they were all pounced on the thick paper of the lantern, and they were not allowed to approach the wick of the human cat. Han Diaosi saw that this boy had reached a state of life and death. A hint of anger appeared. A red-skinned red snake quickly climbed to the Beiliang sword. When he was about to wrap Xu Fengnian's palm, the latter suddenly held the hilt of the knife with both hands. He thought that Beimang encountered a land tornado. The strong wind blew, and it was soaring into the blue sky. He practiced swords again and again with his life, Xu Fengnian was like a tornado in the ground. The palms of his hands were blurred in blood. Han Diaosi responded to all changes in a constant manner, letting the blade roll and rage with his palms, his eyes were sinister, and his voice was so sinister, "What a tornado hidden in the wine fairy cup, it's a bit interesting, no wonder Li Chungang will look at you with admiration."

Han Diaosi was about to kill, and a blue-clothed rifle came in the southeast. Han Diaosi's finger mystery finally showed its majesty, like snow and frost. In the blink of an eye, Xu Fengnian, who crushed one of the flying swords with his own divine intention. Xuan Lei sword rushed straight to the dragging woman. The beautiful woman shook her wrists subtly. The instant gun that was famous all over the world brought out a brilliant gun flower. The one-handed dragging gun turned into two hands. One-handed dragging gun swept across thousands of troops and smashed on the Xuan Lei flying sword. There was a loud bang. The woman rebounded with the help of the instant gun, and her body was like a gyro, avoiding the sharp edge of the flying sword, and spun out.

A forward arc trajectory, stepped on the ground with his toes, jumped up high, and smashed Han Diaosi with a force of ten thousand pounds. All this seemed complicated, but it was a sudden change. Han Diaosi seemed to know that the attack on Xu Fengnian was fatal and unrealistic, so he lost the interest in entanglement. He shrank his hand and bounced his fingers, and bounced the tornado Northern Sword in the palm of his palm toward the instant shot, without even giving a man and a woman a gap to force. His footsteps were floating, and he gently pushed Xu Fengnian's chest with one hand and knocked the two of them in the air, directly repelling the two of them. If they could not enter, the blue bird that was driven away was rotated in the air.

The gun body was a little on the ground. Before his feet fell to the ground, another shot hit Han Diaosi's neck in the air. Han Diaosi snorted coldly. Although only two moves, it was obvious that the human cat was already tired of the provocation of the girl's ignorance. She put her left hand a few inches below the tip of the gun. She walked lightly under her feet, walked a semicircle, and completely removed the power with a force, and suddenly bullied her body and slapped the woman in blue with a floating figure on the shoulder. The woman with no majestic celestial cultivation was infused with her cultivation immediately broke the thread and flew away. Han Diaosi

The temple held the Shōa gun and threw it at the woman's place where she fell. It was so fast that there was no such thing as howling like a wind. It was just silent. The blue bird was no longer a woman in the reed marsh outside Xiangfan City. It seemed to be going straight through her chest and killed her. Her heart was clear and she stepped on her feet in the air. She was steadily backwards and gliding in the air, hurriedly but not embarrassed. She held the Shōa blunt round spear head with both hands, fell obliquely to the ground, and stepped out a mud pit with one foot, stopped the decline, her eyes were red, her meridians were moving backwards, and she picked up the Shōa gun again, and ran towards Han Diaosi again.

He is really brave and fearless.

No matter how distant her life is, God finally showed mercy, so that there would be someone in this world. No matter how far and near her, it would be worth her to go forward and retreat in this life, even if she was still not taking a step back.

The most infatuated woman in the world.

Perhaps infected by the woman in green and was a little nervous before, Lu Song and Wang Lin and others finally woke up and did not need to speak. When the two cavalry generals took the lead in the charge, the elite cavalry under both sides launched a silent charge almost at the same time, without shouting and raising courage, without violent shouting and killing, only the sound of horse hooves. Han Diaosi can ignore the moment when the young woman's spear was passed on by the Immortal King Xiu of the Family, and ignore the desperate charge of the ants and horsemen, but they cannot ignore the white-headed man's quietly retreat. Who is Han Diaosi? Is that brothel woman? You rich and rich kids spent a few times to hook up, and then they realized that your family was not well-off, so they wanted to escape. Han Diaosi became more and more murderous intent, and suddenly he narrowed his eyes and finally came. The human cat turned a blind eye to the backwards and turned a blind eye to the violent sound of horse hooves. He stopped and stood up, looking at the carriage heading east, with a simple Taoist robe that was not as luxurious and bright as Longhu Mountain. The middle-aged Taoist robe carried three swords on his back. He saw him reaching out to touch the top sword box behind his back, smiling, "A friend from afar knocked on the wooden door at the snowy night, and the most pleasant thing when he heard the little barking."

It's said it's a small bark, but it's not small.

The sword-fiend Wang Xiaoping handed out the sword, and there were continuous and rapid thunder inside and outside the city.

When Wang Xiaoping practiced swords at the beginning, he decided to make a decision as long as I set out a sword. After I set out the sword, I would be a land god on the ground. With one sword in my hand, the immortals were like a floating cloud to me. Therefore, this sword had nothing to do with the mystery and the celestial phenomena, and had nothing to do with the level of realm. Since Wang Xiaoping practiced swords, he has been known for his pure sword heart. Even Hong Xixiang admired it very much. Even if the young master had not yet learned to know the reincarnation of Lu Zu, how could he have ridden a bull's vision besides?

The little bark sword starts from Wang Xiaoping and ends at Han Diao Temple, like a long rainbow hanging in the world.

It was the first time that Han Diaosi showed a serious look in his life. Han Diaosi was able to squeeze into the ranks of ten people in the world because of his unparalleled advantage in the realm. He was a master of his own, who was comparable to Deng Tai'a's finger Xuan, and was able to kill the celestial phenomena without any chance. Therefore, as long as you did not step into the high land god, like a robe, it would never fall into his eyes, let alone Xuanyuan Qingfeng who took the initiative to retreat in the face of danger. But Wang Xiaoping, who was born for the sword, was even more willing to die for the sword. The swordsmanship is different. Han Diaosi respects the sword in the air, but he does not feel afraid. He waved his sleeves, his arms are like snake caves, and red ropes are like small snakes raising their heads, making a sound. This sword cannot be avoided, and Han Diaosi does not want to avoid it. He is trapped in a murderous intent. Facing the fierce means that everyone has been exerted, especially at this time, Wang Xiaoping's sword is as powerful as a rainbow, and still smiles, raises his hand to raise the red rainbow, shoots into the air, and competes with the small bark.

A loud bell resounds throughout the world!

The city wall of Shenwu City shook again, and the snow in the gaps on the wall was once again uneasy and fell down.

The dust was flying, the black mud and white snow were interspersed. After the dust settled, Han Diaosi was safe and sound, but the scarlet red wrapped around his arms seemed to fade away one or two minutes.

Han Diaosi pulled the corner of his mouth and laughed loudly: "Wang Xiaoping, is your sword considered to have killed the dragon? There are two more swords, so you might as well use them together. After the three swords, I will peel and bone you, causing Wudang to lose a peak."

As they spoke, everyone learned that the red gun in the woman in Qing Dynasty pressed against the old eunuch's back, but it seemed that she could not move her weight.

In an instant, the gun bent into a conspicuous arc, almost a full moon, which shows the strength of the pretty woman.

Seeing that Wang Xiaoping was indifferent, Han Diaosi knew that with the character of this Wudang sword crazi, he would not be provoked by words, and no longer talk nonsense, so he turned his head and smiled calmly: "Are you not afraid of breaking Wang Xiu's precious relics?"

On the roof of the carriage, the dead soldier pulled his bow and curled his bow to a flash of guns. At one time, he collapsed his strings and two iron arrows shot towards the old eunuch who had been invincible with lightning speed.

After the boy used two arrows, he staggered back two steps, pulled the bow and the blood vessel burst out with his right arm, and suddenly a bunch of blood flowers bloomed, with no expression on his face, staring at the damn but immortal human cat.

"The elegant name is the sun and the moon, and the common name is the flying double on the couch."

The name of the young master is to be knowledgeable and particular, and appreciate it by both the elite and the masses. The young man Wu likes and is very satisfied with it.

Han Diaosi took a step back, and the martial artist was extremely committed to pulling mountains and rivers. But if another weight was added to the mountains and rivers, it could crush people to death. The gun immediately collapsed when it was already bent to the extreme. The woman in green swung back and rolled out six or seven feet. Her blue clothes were no longer clean, and she was covered in dirty and muddy. She stood up hard and held the gun that fell. She lifted it backwards before. She was the only skill of the Wang family. Chen Zhibao, plum blossoms, and purple were also derived from this, but she used it in his hands.

, The best is better than the blue. Wang Xiu's life, his biggest regret was that he failed to inherit his own son's unique skills, so he taught his disciple Chen Zhibao all his heart. Because the Wang family's shooting skills required the support of a strong body and emphasized the reversal of the qi. It was a wild way of domineering and unparalleled way, which was the most harmful to the body. A woman's body was originally feminine, and doing so insulted in such a sinister way would be added to the injury. Later, Chen Zhibao became famous by killing his master, and Wang Xiu died far from what the outside world thought.

The blue bird held the relics for an instant, exhaling turbid air and swallowing dirty blood.

Dead men should die.

Han Diaosi casually held an iron arrow close to his eyebrows and exclaimed, because the second iron arrow had lost its trace, even with his almost unparalleled sensitivity, he could not find out the truth.

He threw out the iron arrow that had already appeared, penetrated a horse from afar, and rolled down to the ground. Han Diaosi turned his head and glanced at the young woman holding a gun and accelerating her strength. He looked at the brave cavalry who was crushing and rushing to death with a crushing momentum. He said to himself, "Can't human cats scare people like this?"

Han Diaosi rose from the ground, and the casting was exactly the same as Wang Xiaoping's small barking and his sword. How could ordinary strong cavalrymen compete? When they stepped down, they would slash one person and one horse. The horse fell behind the dead horse did not have time to deviate. Without hesitation, they raised their spear and broke. Han Diaosi did not take action at all. They moved forward straight forward and bounced the iron cavalry that bounced off with a huge rush with a war horse. The whole war horse hit Han Diaosi, like hitting the iron wall and iron wall. The war horse died immediately. The horse with superb equestrians fought to the death, slapped the horse's back and slashed it down with a knife. Han was not seen.

Diaosi was moved and dismembered in an instant. Before countless blood clots fell to the ground, Han Diaosi had already continued to move forward. The third rider in a straight line came slightly and slashed at the eunuch in black with intuition. He then lifted the knife and pushed Han Diaosi to the side of the war horse, and threw the man and horse horizontally, causing the fish to ride across the pond and fall to the ground. If it were just this horizontal knell, the two cavalrymen would not die with the horse with the ability of the horse, but the man and cat attacked the red silk, and they would be like the two brave cavalrymen to be divided into five horses on the spot.

Han Diaosi did not give the first-line cavalrymen a chance to turn around and retaliate, and fought and retreated, which was obviously a stance to kill a large number of cavalrymen with one's own strength.

In the sight of the second group of cavalry, such as soft cut of tender tofu, whether Wang Lin's heavy armored iron cavalry or Lu Song's light cavalry, they are all so fragile.

Wang Lin passed by, and his arm left his body with the bronze hammer.

If Lu Song had not arrived urgently, he blocked the red silk with his spear, Wang Lin would have followed suit and tear his limbs apart.

The two generals of the cavalry survived and fought side by side. Instead of staying away from the battlefield, they continued to lean against the human cat, one of the three devils in the Spring and Autumn Period.

Ren Shanyu gritted his teeth, held the axe that was seriously inconsistent with her delicate body, and took the lead in reinforcements. The entourage secretly raised by Beiliang behind him followed the soft woman and floated to the battlefield where flesh and blood were flying.

When the entire army is trapped in a place where death is inevitable, the general dies first. The general dies, the lieutenant dies again, and the lieutenant dies, and the soldiers die!

far away.

Xu Fengnian squatted on the ground, with the Beiliang Knife being inserted aside, and the palms of his hands were invisible to his eyes, and almost saw bones. Xu Fengnian turned his head and asked softly, "Is it enough for one stick of incense?"

The vermilion nodded in the red robe.

Xu Fengnian held up a handful of snow and buried her face in the snow.

After standing up, perhaps I noticed that Xuexue wiped her face, and the more she wiped her face, she became dirtier and dizzy. She raised her arms and wiped it with her sleeve.

He grabbed the Northern Scarlet Sword.
Chapter completed!