The monk Yuanjue rose to the challenge, resorted to the eighteen styles of subduing demons, entangled Zhan Changfeng, Zhan Changfeng advanced and retreated, the sword in his hand was like a dragon, sometimes as powerful as thunder, sometimes indulgent, no killing intent, but everywhere to kill.

After a few moves, Zhan Changfeng's sword slashed down on the demon pestle, and Yuan Jue held the pestle with both hands, and the tip of his nose was three inches away from the tip of the sword.

Zhan Changfeng concentrated, and suddenly stabbed a sword obliquely, her eyes froze, and when she turned to dodge, the sword in her hand slashed horizontally with the magic pestle, and the spark was about to be cut to the hand that Yuan Jue was holding one end.

Yuan Jue was shocked, Zhan Changfeng took advantage of his letting go, the sword was raised, and the demon pestle rotated around her sword body, and the bell bell stopped five or six flying swords that came from nowhere.

Zhan Changfeng sword flicked, the demon pestle flew out, and the momentum of piercing through the sky and breaking through the clouds was intercepted in the middle of the road, and after a closer look, there was actually a person standing there.

This person is dressed in white and has black hair, a silver chain to tie his waist, a little cinnabar and red dust, his posture is clear, and he does not hide the cold, like a lonely Hong flying in the sunset in late autumn, stunning and distant.

This is the Xuanyin Young Palace Master, a martial arts wizard who can be compared to Zhan Changfeng in the world.

"I also said where you ran, I was hiding from the sidelines and watching. Zhan Changfeng hooked the corners of his lips, relying on a little frivolous evil spirit, "Is it good-looking?"

Zhan Changfeng is of course good-looking, different from Yi Changsheng's calmness in mastery and dustlessness, she is more open-minded, as if one is meditating in the sky and the other is playing in the world.

The game in the world is obviously thin and cool, but he wants to include the common people in his wings. Sui Qinghan has always felt that the prince of Daqian is a little... Split?

And the one in front of her is obviously the one she is familiar with.

"The word good-looking is for people. Sui Qing glanced coldly, and the sword was unsheathed at his waist.

Xuanyin Palace has the Book of Heaven Taixuanjing, does not teach swordsmanship, but Sui Qinghan is good at using swords, half of her swordsmanship is the ethereal of Taixuanjing, half of it is the heaviness of Sui Qinghan, lonely and cold and silent like a year of precipitation.

After three years, Zhan Changfeng fought with Sui Qinghan again, and was surprised to find that this girl who left because of the defeat actually had the strength to fight with her, and she was happy in her heart.

The sword light and sword shadow crisscrossed this space, leaving no chance for the rest of the people to get closer, and she was the only one to fight with a sword within a hundred steps.

Sui Qinghan saw her unguarded smile, and wondered, "What are you laughing at?"

Zhan Changfeng was very happy, "I am not alone. ”

I'm not alone...

Sui Qinghan silently recited these four words, couldn't help but be moved, and quickly smoothed down, "You have a lot of words." ”

After speaking, one sword is sharper than the other.

The two swords intersected, and Zhan Changfeng smiled wryly, "Someone seems to can't wait." ”

This is not a personal battle after all, for Yu Mingtang, killing or injuring the prince can turn the whole situation around, and how can the people who have been entrusted with the important task do it, but how difficult it is for her to come close after thousands of troops.

Fortunately, the one hundred and eight warrior monks of the Ancient Dao Temple resisted, and the disciples of the Xuanyin Palace shuffled from the side, and forcibly opened a way, the swordsman with a face like a red date, the chivalrous warrior with a righteous spirit, the qi practitioner in a Taoist robe, and the Yuan Jue who was heavy on the demon pestle, and attacked Zhan Changfeng together.

The guards around Zhan Changfeng were not vegetarians, and the swords, guns, swords, and halberds came out together, and the formation shook the sky.

Yuan Jue recruited the famous dragon and wolf iron horse for the first time, and secretly frightened by its momentum, its momentum fought hard, its momentum was not afraid of life and death, its momentum was like thunder, and all of them were terrifyingly high, and they had a very tacit understanding with each other, and they easily stopped everyone.

Where did the prince come from, so many warriors!

Just as he was thinking about it, Yuan Jue's vision darkened, and a majestic man appeared in front of him, and the cold and hard color of the black iron armor made him look like an indestructible iron tower.

Yuan Jue didn't think much about it, and swung the demon pestle vigorously, this wave was like a rock and a cloud, but he saw that the person didn't move, just said, "Brother Yu." ”

Fang Yu, this is his common name before he became a monk, and the only one who can call him Brother Yu is... Yuan Jue was busy gathering momentum, the remaining strength was stuffed in his chest, he didn't realize it, and looked carefully at the tower-like person, and finally saw a familiar look on that resolute and cold face, "Shi... Why is the donor here?"

Yuan Jue was quite surprised, or rather frightened.

This is his brother Fang Chisel, originally worshiped under the seat of Wuhu Zhuang in Yunzhou in the east, since the war in the east, the martial arts gradually withdrew, but after the secret investigation of Yuanjue, it was said that he was withdrawn from the closed door to recuperate, but in fact there was no trace.

Yuan Jue once thought that they had all been badly poisoned by the prince, and the exercises of various factions were also taken away to create this army of dragons and wolves.

But now, Fang Chisel appeared in front of him as a dragon wolf iron horse!

Fang Chi grinned, as if he was enjoying Yuanjue's surprise, "Hahaha, come on, come on, haven't seen you for many years, let's compare and compare." ”

After speaking, he spared no effort to attack Yuan Jue with his double axe, Yuan Jue had doubts in his heart, some shocks, and some surprises, and soon all kinds of emotions disappeared, and he tried his best to deal with Fang Chisel's offensive.

That Zhan Changfeng and Sui Qinghan can't help anyone, and at their level, it is difficult to hurt each other unless they fight to the death. The main reason is that the cold attack is not stopped, and Zhan Changfeng does not accept the move.

Sui Qinghan felt bored, "Where's your sword!"

"My sword is there, of course, but if you want it to be unsheathed, you'll have to answer my question first. ”

"Ascension Road. ”

"....." Zhan Changfeng pondered carefully and reflected what she was answering, and said with a smile, "I'm not asking you this, if you want to know why you help Mingtang, just find a few people to torture." ”

Zhan Changfeng was free, "But I'm still very happy about your confession, our friendship for many years has not been in vain." ”

Sui Qinghan's sword was slammed, and the torrential rain and wind suddenly wrinkled Leng Yue, "Your friendship between life and death?"

In a word, he expressed the ridicule that he couldn't bear to export, but Zhan Changfeng nodded, "Yes, yes." ”

How did this man become the immortal god of war that was praised by word of mouth?

Sui Qinghan was forced to breathe a sigh of depression, and he just wanted to kill this guy quickly and go back to his own Xiaozhu to cultivate.

Zhan Changfeng fought fiercely with her, and asked idly, "Have you Xuanyin ever thought of taking refuge in me?"

She didn't deliberately lower it, the people around her heard it, everyone was in a groove, even if they dug the foot of the wall, they even dug their rivals, they were still not human.

Sui Qinghan realized the deep meaning behind this sentence, and Qingjun's eyes crossed her face, "So confident?"

"I don't know anything else, but you expect Xu Wei to win first, it's impossible. Zhan Changfeng slashed with a sword, and his figure swept back, "We are fighting a war, young palace master, this is destined, personal strength is sometimes not important." ”

The trumpet sounded suddenly, and before you knew it, the situation had changed.

On Zhan Changfeng's independent chariot, a sword suddenly pierced the chest of the qi practitioner, and the man's hand was just halfway through.

This robe is too obvious, she was indeed caught off guard by these inexplicable qi practitioners, but like she said, grab a few more, study and study, and you can figure out what you don't want to figure out.

His eyes swept over these people who worked hard for Ming Tang, "Maybe Ming Tang's only chance is to kill me, but unfortunately, you can't kill me." ”

Sui Qinghan looked back at the battlefield and saw that the gate of Zherong was not broken, but there was wolf smoke in the city, and several signal flares jumped into the sky, turning into a staggered pattern of spears and axes, which was the military flag belonging to the prince of Daqian!

Dragons and wolves ride in the city!

How did they get in!

The front-line battlefield was stunned by this change, and the morale of Ming Tang fell again and again, or was defeated and fled or disarmed and surrendered.

The trend of Ming Tang is gone!