Transcending the Nine Heavens

“Go! Kill him!” Three people shouted at the same time. Drawn his sword and rushed up.

In the past, although not for long, they did not act, which led to Meng's superior momentum sword momentarily climbed to the summit. At this moment, the sword has become more powerful!

This is something that should not have happened to them at all. Any adversary must interrupt the momentum of the other party's savings and hit the middle stream in order to benefit them. But this time, not only did they let each other finish the momentum sword, but they didn't feel regret!

Faced with such a sword, there will surely be injuries; but no regrets! It's a wonderful mindset!

Although the other side has never spoken, such acceptability, such calm, such insistence has attracted their respect!

Three men fly!

“Little brother!” In the distance, the clouds of cold beards scattered and came desperately! Behind him, the Nine Pin Wuzheng and another who besieged him were also wretched and crippled.

Meng suddenly did not seem to hear any sound at all, the corner of his mouth had a slightly deep smile, the sword fell!

The sword shined brightly and fell flashly.

Four Swords of Light, at this moment, suddenly against each other! Yeah, together!

The sky suddenly shed a bright light to the pole, and once the four of them were aligned, it was like a huge bomb suddenly exploded! Millions of swordmen flying across!

Flashing lights, the refracted and rushing people couldn't help but close their eyes!

Meng suddenly hummed, the disconnected kite generally flew backwards.

Three other directions, three screams at the same time!

At almost the same time, the four shadows returned to their original positions. At that time, a bloody mist floated in the middle of the gathering and countless pieces of flesh and blood fell to the ground.

At this moment, the three men added dozens of sword marks to their bodies. After landing, they looked up at Meng suddenly.

Somehow, until now, what they care about is Meng Xuan's expression. I don't know if this person's face is as pale as a mask and can change after being seriously traumatized!

They were disappointed.

Meng suddenly trembled slightly, blood flowed in several places, the sword slanted to his side, and blood dripped hot on the tip of the sword. His face, still permanently indifferent, looked into the eyes of the three, still indifferent cold.

“Awesome!” One of them laughed, "We've met too many more masters than you, but you can be so calm, Meng Chao Yuan, you're the number one in the world! Death in your hands is no injustice. Ha ha...”

Two laughs, suddenly a blood arrow burst out of his chest, slowly falling, banging, smashing into the snow, no breath. You still have a smile on your face.

The battle just now, Meng's sword, has penetrated his chest!

Meng looked softly and raised his sword slowly. "Come on. War, but life and death, the river and the lake, is a way of life and death. Being able to laugh is also a reality! ”

He faced the two remaining enemies and took the lead in the challenge.

“Little brother! How about you?" The clouds rushed to the front door of this skyscraper, panting, beards scattered, scars all over his face.

The remaining seven enemies, almost at the same time, surrounded the two groups in the middle; each was asthmatic.

“I can still breathe.” Meng smiled super lightly and looked at the dark clouds with a few faint eyes and a few more concerns.

Meng Zhuang's eyes will only change if he faces his loved ones. For no one else, he won't move!

Uyun's cold mouth gasped and choked. “Wow! Well, how can you do it without paying a price? Ha ha...”

“We can afford it!” The nine-pin Wuzheng, who came after him, hummed, trying to suppress his chest as if it were going to explode. "If King Chu Yan collapsed as a result, no matter how much it cost, it would be worth it! ”

“Collapse?” Meng spoke to himself with some ridicule. He was confident: “My apprentice will never collapse! ”

“Go!” said Jiu Pingwu, waving: “Watch out for the nightmares! ”

“Cough... cough...” On the ground, a snow pile moved and then, talking, climbed out of the inside confused, stood up and looked around.

His eyes, from confusion to sobriety, were only for a moment. Then there's grief, anger...

He jumped and did not speak, pulled out his sword and cooled down with Meng Yunnan, forming a defensive formation on his back.

Faced with him, it was the woman Wu Zheng; looking at a strange face, he was making a serious expression, had to play drums in his heart for a while, a bit disgusting.

A shout broke out and the fighting broke out again.

…………

Chuyang and Gu dived silently into the outer building. On this road, under the leadership of Chuyang, the old horse, God knew nothing about it.

Rapid Mercedes-Benz for a while, in front of the white snow, a piece of purple bamboo, swaying against the wind.

“This is Purple Bamboo Garden!” Chu Yang touched it very carefully: “There has been a battle here. ”

“Chase!”

Chu Yang took the lead and followed the trail.

In the purple bamboo forest, there are traces of a struggle every other distance, and in some places there are traces of blood not covered by heavy snow.

Chu Yang's face grew heavier and heavier.

“The blood here is not yet clotted.” Almost as soon as we chased out of the purple bamboo grove, Gu reached out and suddenly shook his spirit.

In such weather, the blood is not condensed, which means that the fighting has just ended and there is hope. Chu Yang's heart is relaxed, accelerating forward shooting.

All of a sudden there was a murmuring noise ahead, and it seemed that someone was also trying to Mercedes-Benz, and his breath was clear and audible.

“What do we do? Siege too? Or is it the Return Gate? ”

“Return to the Gate? Are you kidding me? It's not over yet. ”

“Terrible!” One of them had more than a palpitation: “Who wants to get the two men from the skyscraper so tough...”

“Catch up, or the bastard's gonna get mad again! ”

Chu Yang's eyes flashed with murderous intent and flashed quietly.

Only two men in red are walking deep and shallow in the snow, trying to speak as they move.

“The Knife of God.” Chu Yang snorted coldly, his right hand drooped, two short swords appeared in his hand, the next moment, his hand trembled, has turned into two meteors.

Pfft!

Two people just screamed and fell into the snow. They're already strong crossbows, too. Where else can they protect themselves from attacks from behind them?

Chu Yang's body flashed and passed. He grabbed the hair of one of them with his own hands and raised it violently. Two people, only one fatal and the other, just let him get hurt badly. I want to ask you something.

“The Knife's men?” Chu Yang asked only one thing and stopped talking. The pupil in front of me is scattered, but it is already much more exasperated and less intaked.

Short sword just stuck on his waist, not lethal, but Chuyang didn't know that there was a wound in front of him, but it was Uyun who cut off his sword. At this moment, he was traumatized both before and after, and the sword wound went through, and he actually died...

“Bad luck!” Chu Yang threw the body on the ground.

“There was a shouting out there.” Gu single-handedly raised his ear and listened quietly.

“Go!”

Two white shadow lightning bolts generally pass out.

Out came a sudden strange howl. Chu Yang's body trembled and his face revealed a strange divine color.

Gu's solo face also shows a strange color.

“Ow... I said sister, don't hit me in the face...” A duck mixed with a wolf howling sounds desperately corrupt: “Such a handsome face, don't you feel pain when you break it? ”

“It's a talking voice.” Chu Yang exclaimed.

Gu Solo's coffin slab had a slight twitch on his face, he was really strange, how could a strong narcissist say such a powerful word in such a life-and-death crisis!

The two men carelessly touched the past; only a few people in the distance were seen fighting fiercely, that was surrounded in the middle of the peril of the wounded three people, it was the dark clouds cool, Meng Chao, talk!

Looking at the blood that kept spilling, Chu Yang's face suddenly spasmed!

Meng Super Three have fallen into an absolute downwind and could be killed at any moment!

“Calm down!” Chu Yang told himself, then he made a gesture to Gu alone.

He nodded quietly and fell down slowly. Chuyang squatted his legs, suddenly pushed hard, his body against the ground and drew out. At the time he had just drawn out, Gu was full of thrust on his sole palms and slapped him hard on his feet.

Such measures would not be useful if they were normal. But now, the ground is full of snow! He slipped out quickly, shouting.

A white robe with white hair and white eyebrows, like a small bag of snow, moves quickly.

Several of the people in the fierce battle seemed to hear something, but turned around and saw nothing.

Meng Chao Yuan and Uyun Liang are still trying, but both have a sense of despair in their hearts. They all know that they have run out of lights and are dying to support them.

The reason they didn't intensify their offense was just to try to minimize losses!

Anyway, the ground is wide open, if anyone comes, you can see it at a glance; and the three of you have absolutely no power to highlight the surroundings!

Talking and roaring, he formed a group with the female Wu Zheng in front of him; the female Wu Zheng was too much higher than him, but had previously been injured, and fought with the clouds in the snow several times. He had gone 70% of his strength.

Plus, this place is on the plateau, and it's cold, and the woman's body is even more uncomfortable; she can't take this guy for a while. Especially making her angry, this ugly ghost actually loves his own face so much that he would rather take a sword on his shoulder than get a cut on his face...

“Sister, please, if you want to kill me for a while, don't draw my face...” Talk consciously no more hope, crying and begging: “I haven't found my daughter-in-law...”

Woman Wu Zheng was almost carried away by this phrase!

At this moment, she suddenly saw a phenomenon she thought was unbelievable and had to exclaim!

Behind that Nine Pin Wu Zheng, there was a snow flash, suddenly stood up, a sword as if it had been drilled directly from the underworld, like the rage of Thor God, and stabbed this Nine Pin Wu Zheng's vest!

< I was very sleepy at noon but couldn't sleep. I ate a piece of tranquillity and didn't expect to get up late... I'm sorry for the late update. > (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)