He ran vigorously and swung his sword into the wind, and the sword's edge was still Yang Shuxue. Only this military strategist could create a chance to defeat him!
Get rid of her and everything will end!
The Zixi sword hummed, and the sword quivered, shaking the surrounding rain into tiny and imperceptible powder, turning it into a hazy mist.
There is a clear and Yue sound, which is very pleasant, echoing in the rainy night, wandering on the long street, like an ethereal music.
But there is a will to death in the music.
Soon, the sword pierced the rain and pierced the wind, and a bit of cold light hit!
Yun Fan took a step to meet him, like a hard shield, stopping in front of Yang Shuxue.
He didn't know what sword technique the other party had used. He only felt the pain of slashing with a knife in the wind and rain, as if the next moment, his flesh and blood would be stripped by the invisible sword energy, and his body was bloody. .
"The array is like a mountain, a thousand armies can hardly shake me!" Yun Fan shouted.
This is the sentence in the Bingjia Wujing, chanting this sound, he immediately lay on the spot like a rock and a mountain, his muscles as tight as iron, this time, he had to hold Huo Xuanlang's sword.
Just listening to the sound of the Langlang sword swing, Yun Fan waved the mysterious iron broomstick to block Huo Xuanlang's attack. The iron bar on the front of the broomstick as tight as comb teeth caught Zi Xijian’s sharpness, but could not stop the agitation. With the sword energy, he mercilessly culled Xiang Yunfan.
In an instant, the boy's clothes shattered on his arms, bloodstains appeared in his hands, and the heavy rain surged, bleeding like a puff, reddening the stream under his feet.
The terrible sword energy invaded the meridians, wreaking havoc, and the pain caused by the extremely tough teenager couldn't help but groan.
But even if he suffered such a severe injury, his bloody hands still clenched the mysterious iron broomstick, not taking a step back.
Faintly, a mountain appeared around his body.
He turned into a dangerous situation, and rejected thousands of troops alone.
One man should be the gate, but never open!
Huo Xuanlang was amazed. He had seen this kind of desperate play since he learned the sword. He was at a loss for a while and was about to continue to urge the sword to cut Yun Fan's arm.
Suddenly, a silver gun blazing fire stabbed from the side.
His eyes shrank suddenly, and his pupils were filled with the increasingly grand flames, "Sorry!"
"Offensive and defensive are easy, the spear is like a long dragon, and the force is breaking through the formation!" With Yang Shuxue's anger, Yun Fan immediately made clear and withdrew back. At the same time, the girl was stabbed with a long shot.
There is the sound of dragon chanting, anger and blood screaming, shocking the mind, resounding in the rainy night of Long Street!
During this transition, the two seemed to be one person, and their movements were coordinated, and they did not leave a trace for Huo Xuanlang, who is good at swordsmanship.
I saw that, like a silver spear, its mighty power was like a broken bamboo!
With the billowing heat on his face, Huo Xuanlang's face was like a blank sheet of paper for a while, no longer the unrestrained and self-assuredness he had at the beginning.
Puffed out.
A puff of blood spattered from the man's left shoulder, and he urged vigorously to shake the silver spear out, and walked back faintly.
With his long hair tangled up, he observed his injuries, shaking off the bloody rain.
A pebble-sized wound opened near the heart. In the burning pain, the surrounding flesh and blood was already scorched, and there was more smoke pouring out of it.
If it weren't for a temporary reaction, the shot pierced into the heart, I'm afraid it was killed on the spot.
In addition to the cultivation method, that Wujing also records many basic formations.
And this army formation is the most unique feature of military cultivators.
If two ordinary military cultivators have a tacit understanding and use the military formation flexibly, they can often display strength beyond their limits.
This is why Yang Shuxue dared to proudly say that one hundred sword repairmen of the same realm confronted the military cultivator, and the military cultivator must win the final victory.
There was a scorching smell in the wind, and Huo Xuanlang's left hand almost lost its combat effectiveness. He was stunned for a moment, and ran the Qi Jin to seal the acupuncture points near the wound, and quickly withdrew back a distance of seven or eight feet.
Yang Shuxue thought he wanted to escape, and was about to chase him with a silver spear again. Suddenly he saw him withdraw an imperceptible gold thread from his cuffs, connected it to the end of Zixi's sword hilt with strength, and tied the other end to his wrist.
Huo Xuanlang's right wrist was wrapped with a leather ring, and the gold thread was connected to the leather ring, as if it had grown from it.
Immediately, he returned the sword to its sheath, placed his right hand on the pubic area, and pressed down his palm.
His ferocious eyes flashed with a subtle blue light.
This brilliance was caught by Yang Shuxue, and she exclaimed, "Not good!" She urged her anger and energetically, and quickly stab Huo Xuanlang, who was gaining momentum.
however.
Huhuhu, the gale fell from the sky.
His long hair is flying, his robe sleeves are high, his whole face is twisted together.
A huge suction force was produced on Huo Xuanlang. In an instant, the torrential rain falling from the sky, the hemp rainwater under the tile eaves, the raindrops falling on the branches and leaves, and the streams flowing in the streets.
All this moved closer to him.
A shield condensed with water enveloped it, and Yang Shuxue pierced it with a murderous shot, immersed in the water shield, and the flame was instantly extinguished, making it difficult to penetrate into it.
At the same time, the Zixi sword in Huo Xuanlang's sheath began to sway violently, hitting the sheath with a crisp sound.
It seemed extremely excited and manic, and couldn't wait to get out of the sheath, showing its terrifying power.
"Run!"
Yun Fan behind him also saw that something was wrong. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. It was a sign of impending death. He stepped forward and grabbed Yang Shuxue, who was stubbornly trying to interrupt the Taoist's movement, and the two of them stayed away as far as possible More and more awe-inspiring killing intent.
Zheng——!
There was a clear voice, and for a moment everything was silent, and the night was silent.
On the long street, the sound of wind, rain, breathing, running, everything disappeared in an instant.
Only the sound of the sword came.
The Zixi sword flew out of its sheath, and flew quickly in mid-air, shooting like a flash of lightning, bursting out with white brilliance.
Illuminated the dim night sky.
Shine on the streets with bleeding mottled and corpses everywhere.
I saw the back of Yang Shuxue and Yun Fan running away.
"Go and die!" Huo Xuanlang stretched out his two fingers and made a sword tactic, swung it straight, and roared.
He was extremely angry, and he did not hesitate to burn the blood to increase the power of the sword flying to the maximum. The veins and blood vessels hidden under the skin were exposed, and his eyes were wide and bloodshot, like a monster with a ferocious face.
Just listen to the loud noise, the gust of wind shakes, and the smoke rises in the sky.
The houses in the streets that were originally paved with rice were immediately razed to the ground, leaving only broken walls and half beams.
The powerful impact began to spread around, so that the walls of the surrounding houses burst into cracks, seeming to be crumbling.
At the critical moment when Feijian was about to strike, Yun Fan hugged Yang Shuxue and rolled aside. Although he avoided the frontal power of Feijian, he was still affected by the aftermath of the shock wave. The blood in his body was surging, his lungs were overwhelmed, and he was hit by the wind. On the wall.
"What kind of trick is this?" Yun Fan struggled to get up, wiped the blood stains from the tip of his nose, and wiped his face with the harsh blood stains.
"The sword flying startling style of Xishan Jianzong, this is the flying sword technique that can be easily mastered by the manifest realm. I didn't expect that he would be able to do this!" Yang Shuxue was also not well, except for the pain in the body, the drop on the eyebrow The blood-red cinnabar became more and more vivid, and her expression was a little dazed. Looking at the things in front of her, she actually separated two shadows.
"Damn, it's just this time!"
She cursed secretly in her heart, holding on to the various discomforts in the depths of her mind, clenching her fists tightly, piercing her fingertips into her palms, bleeding from her, trying to use the pain to wake herself up and stabilize her body's dominance.
Seeing that a sword was missed, Huo Xuanlang immediately used the gold thread to infuse his vitality, pulling Zixi sword back into its sheath.
He took a step forward and gained momentum again.
The sleeves of the robe were rolled up, and the bluestone bricks under his feet could not stand the cohesion of that terrible force, they shattered and turned into powder.
The heavy rain, once again being pulled by the huge suction, rushed to Huo Xuanlang, forming a layer of water cocoon.