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In the past, Wang Chongyang built the tomb of the living dead, which was intended as the last retreat, but by coincidence, the tomb of the living dead did not come to use, and fell into the hands of Lin Chaoying.

Soon after, Zhu Hefeng pursued Lin Chaoying, powerful force, handsome appearance, unfathomable scheming, and unpredictable emotions, all of which combined with a lot of temptation for Lin Chaoying, who had just experienced emotional trauma.

In the end, Lin Chaoying chose to marry Zhu Hefeng, and Zhu Hefeng also took the opportunity to stay in the Tomb of the Living Dead. On the huge Zhongnan Mountain, the two forces of the Quanzhen Sect and the Tomb of the Living Dead are opposed.

On this day, the spring is warm and cold.

Among the flowers and grass in front of the tomb of the living dead, the withered yellow branches and leaves have slowly transformed into green shoots.

Gusts of cold wind were still blowing, blowing the thin plackets. And in front of the tomb of the living dead, two figures stood proudly.

The general Taoist robe, one is majestic and extraordinary, the beard is gray, but the eyes are extraordinarily warm, the other is handsome and frivolous, there is always a smile on the corner of the mouth, which is unpredictable, and there is a slender halberd on the right hand.

The halberd, which was more than seven feet long, was cast entirely in iron, and its blades shimmered in the sunlight.

Between each other's eyes, a sharp murderous aura permeated.

Wang Chongyang looked at Zhu Hefeng standing in front of him with sharp eyes, and said word by word: "Brother Wuwu Dao, the grievances between you and me should also be broken." ”

Zhu Hefeng smiled and said, "Grievances? How I don't know, what grievances do you and I have! ”

Before the entrance of the tomb of the living dead, Lin Chaoying, Xue'er, and Grandma Sun were all listed, and hearing Zhu Hefeng's seemingly innocent words, Lin Chaoying couldn't help but roll her eyes.

I don't know what grievances there are, how thick this face should be!

"Can't get a grudge?" After practicing the Jiuyang Sutra, Wang Chongyang's heart went to the next level, but in front of Zhu Hefeng's words, he was still angry.

"The hatred of love, the top of Huashan, the hatred of defeat, isn't it still a grudge?"

Wang Chongyang's words made a golden sound, which shows the anger in his heart.

Zhu Hefeng explained with a straight face: "What kind of grievance is this. That's right, I'm married to Chaoying, but wouldn't you rather become a monk than marry her? In this way, this love is given up by yourself. ”

"The hatred of love is not talked about at all. As for the hatred of defeat? That's even more of a joke! Huashan on the sword, victory or defeat depends on ability, is the Nine Yin True Scripture your thing? No, it's ownerless. ”

"Is that humiliating?"

Swish!

Hearing Zhu Hefeng's words, Wang Chongyang's face changed slightly, and a trace of decadence appeared in the depths of his eyes.

He has nothing to say!

That's right, these two things are really not a grudge, but he just can't swallow the breath in his heart.

Boom!

A crisp sound sounded, and between Wang Chongyang's backhand, he pulled out the sword of the Quanzhen Sect, the blade was sharp and inexplicable, flashing with cold light.

"No matter what, you and I have to make a decision after all, please!"

Wang Chongyang looked directly at his rival in love, the enemy, and said in a deep voice, word by word.

Zhu Hefeng sighed, clenched the halberd made of dark iron, and said in a mournful tone: "It's a pity. ”

Bang!

Before the words fell, the two masters in the world moved almost simultaneously.

Boom! The sword in Wang Chongyang's palm turned, the sword edge was extremely sharp, and the sword moves were even more subtle and abnormal, and the self-created true swordsmanship was displayed.

The sword momentum comes and goes like lightning, and the figure advances and retreats like the wind.

In an instant, it had turned into a sword circle, enveloping Zhu Hefeng's figure. At the same time, Zhu Hefeng also made a move.

Rumble!

The Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand was made of dark iron, heavy and sturdy, and among the Emperor's Heavenly Treasure Book, the star change trick that was the best at attacking came out.

After integrating the concept of Dugu Nine Swords, the power has reached a higher level, the momentum is strong, and the tricks are simple and easy, but every time there is no room for it, it cracks Wang Chongyang's true swordsmanship.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

In an instant, the blades in the hands of the two masters clashed countless times, and a crisp sound sounded, spreading throughout the entire tomb of the living dead.

He went towards the mountain in front of Zhongnan Mountain, which made the void tremble, and in the confrontation, an inexplicable charm spread.

Rumble!

The war halberd in Zhu Hefeng's palm was cut out, a very heavy, seven-foot-long war halberd, ordinary people could not even hold it, let alone call it.

But in his palm, the halberd is like a poisonous dragon that goes out to sea, showing indescribable power.

No matter how exquisite Wang Chongyang's swordsmanship is, he can't help this heavy halberd after all.

In the past few years, the two of them both knew that there would be a time for each other to fight again, so they practiced martial arts hard. Zhu Hefeng cultivated the Nine Yin True Scripture and practiced the divine skills created by Huang Shang's body and blood, and Wang Chongyang also practiced the Nine Yang Divine Skills in order to restrain the Nine Yin True Scriptures.

When they make moves against each other, the speed is extremely fast, and in an instant, they fight countless times, and the moves are fatal.

All the strength was condensed on the blade in his hand, if it was when Huashan was arguing on the sword, they would be defeated in the battle at most.

Lin Chaoying stood in front of the tomb of the living dead, witnessing his new love and old love, his beautiful eyes were condensed, and he didn't say a word.

The jade hand subconsciously placed it on the Qingying Sword on his waist, but he didn't know what to do in his heart.

After fighting dozens of moves, Wang Chongyang's sword moves suddenly changed, and the sword blade in his palm turned, and the peaceful Quanzhen swordsmanship had been replaced by another swordsmanship.

Boom! Boom! Boom! ……

The Quanzhen swordsmanship was already extremely fast, and at this time, the sword speed was even faster, and in an instant, two hundred and ninety-eight swords were stabbed.

After each sword was stabbed, it was divided into three, and in an instant, Zhu Hefeng's eyes were full of sword shadows, two hundred and ninety-eight swords, and the sword was divided into three.

It's equivalent to sixty-nine-fifty-four swords!

The sword aura was extremely cold, completely blocking Zhu Hefeng's body. In an instant, Wang Chongyang seemed to be incarnated.

Wrapped Zhu Hefeng under his sword!

One gasification and three clearing!

The more powerful moves in the Quanzhen Sword Technique, if it weren't for the extremely high internal force cultivation, even if he practiced this sword move of the Vaporization Three Qings, he would never be able to use it.

"Hmph, it's just a little trick to carve insects!" Zhu Hefeng was trapped in Wang Chongyang's sword shadow, his expression was not afraid at all, he sneered, and made another move.

Whew!

A crisp wolf howl sounded, spreading throughout the entire Zhongnan Mountain. With this wolf howl, Zhu Hefeng's figure suddenly divided into countless ones.

made a move from above the ground, and went away in the face of Wang Chongyang's gasification and three clearings.

The stars change, and the wolves roar in the sky!

As soon as the ten thousand wolves roar in the sky, the sky and the earth change color!