The chaotic sound of the night continued, and the torches were thrown away to ignite the forest. The flames rushed up, and the hot flames drove away the white mist and illuminated the surroundings.

In the distance, the old man wearing a chakra was standing on the cliff with a Yuelong sword, looking at the light of the flames burning at the distant foothills with expressionless face. The mountain wind whistled, whispering his hair, and his robes flew up. He saw for a while, his lips opened lightly between the white beards.

“There’s a problem.”

Nie Honglian turned his eyes, Lu Liangsheng shook his head, pursed his lower lips, and narrowed his eyes: "The formation is not messy at all. We must have expected that we will attack, and there must be countermeasures..."

"Young Master, all the Yin Gods were all generals who had experienced many battles during their lifetime. You should be able to see that, don't worry."

"I'm afraid that the magic power will be blocked and they will not be able to send messages to others."

Lu Liangsheng pinched his fingers and quietly explored the normal line that could not be seen by his naked eyes. Sure enough, when he touched the chaotic fighting place, there was a vague trend of being blocked, but it had not yet taken shape.

"Hong Lian, you leave first."

He said in a low voice, Lu Liangsheng stroked the hilt of the sword with his thumb, and the Yuelong sword dragged out a long sang in a long whisper, crossing the night sky. As the woman's shouting "Young Master!", the old man on the edge of the cliff jumped into the air, holding the hilt of the sword. The next second, the flying body of the sword was facing down, tearing away the surrounding wind, and pulling out a light blue light to rush to the opposite foothills.

At the foot of the foothills to the east.

The blade roared, and between the figures, two figures of the same outfit were staggering horses. The two blue dragon swords were opposite each other and pulled out a series of harsh sounds. The two divine swords were both powerful and powerful. One was a god in the heavenly beating, and the other had been a ghost king for hundreds of years. He had just obtained the throne of the gods, but now he was in a state of great force and only the blade danced randomly.

"Disguised Guan, his sword skills are nothing but Er'er, and he dares to show off in front of me!"

After passing through the opponent's knife, Guan Yu rushed to the horse, and the blade turned and swung it away. At the moment when the knife passed, the knife face slapped the opponent's horse's buttocks, and the tip of the blade was lifted up, breaking the flesh and blood.

Xilulu-

Su Hu sat down and screamed in pain, jumped on the spot, putting aside his identity as a god, if he was still an ordinary person, the shocking sword just now would make him sweat in a cold sweat, and then leave.

He pulled his horse back and turned to the sight behind him. A red war horse stepped on the cold wind and carried the figure above him back with his long beard floating, and his voice shouted: "In terms of martial arts, killing you is like killing a chicken or a dog!!"

A sword light slashed out, and a cold light was drawn up to slash with a half-moon.

The Qinglong Sword, which was surrounding the Yin Qi, magnified in the bottom of his eyes. Su Hu, who was riding his horse, had no time to dodge, and even forgot that he had divine power to use, so he raised his hand and pressed it against it.

......The heavy blade slashed at the hilt of his knife.

With a loud bang, the blade pressed off the handle bar, bent backwards, and bent his arms, and pressed against Su Hu's chest. The human figure with divine light filled with light flew backwards from Wang Junke like a cannonball, knocking away the surrounding soldiers and generals, piercing through, and the immortal soldiers and Yuanhuns in the body of the soldiers were knocked out together.

"Hehe... Guan Yunchang..."

Wang Junke, who was sitting on the back of the horse, shook his head and drooped his face, shook off the horse's back, and was slashed out of the figure outside his body, slowly rising to the sky, his body covered with golden divine light, and could vaguely see a god-woven man wearing armor floating in his arms, holding a red copper gun rod, and the spear head burned like flames - Dongdouxing Guan Su Hu.

Guan Yu stopped several feet away with the reins. Looking at the magic body of the starry sky filled with golden light, his phoenix eyes slowly closed, showing the intention of fighting, and the yin energy in his body became more and more vigorous. Then, the war horse stepped on the ground and rushed out with a bang. Two figures, one black and one gold, collided together, stagnating in the air and entangled each other. The swords and guns fought fiercely, and he did not notice that a light blue light above the night flew from the mountains in the distance.

The long sword roared and split the gale wind.

The divine light forced the yin energy that was rushing towards him. Su Hu fought a move and took advantage of the opportunity to turn around. Leng Che's murderous intent came like a rush of mountains and seas.

A magic sword broke through the air and the moment the flame spear head swept across, the figure rushing down from mid-air suddenly stopped, the phantom flew out of his body, holding the sword around the spear and covering the opponent with a sword and stabbed him with a sword.

——The sword of all magical sword. The sword of the soul.

The old man with white hair and hair stabbed his eyebrows with a sword, pulled out his backhand, and brought out the golden thread and floated in the air.

"Uhhhhh--"

The golden light poured out from the sword mouth between the eyebrows. Su Hu roared hysterically. With his shaking figure, he shot out a beam of light and threw it into the night sky. The whole body surrounding the divine light struggled a few times and gradually dissipated.

"Master Lu!"

Over there, the dark horse was floating in the air. Guan Yu waved the blue dragon sword and showed an angry look on his face: "Why did you intervene in the sneak attack? Do you think Guan can't kill this god?!"

The figure with floating hair and beard returned to his body, and Lu Liangsheng's eyes moved, and then he raised his hand to Guan Yu: "June, it's not the time to worry about these things. I'm watching the military force on the cliff in an orderly manner. There are still many stars that have not moved, and the sound of the Dharma is blocked. I'm afraid there will be a fraud here. I hope June will send other Yin Gods and withdraw them for the time being."

After thinking for a while, Guan Yu calmed down his anger and vaguely felt something was strange here, so he nodded: "Guan immediately went to send someone else."

In the entire mountain, the white mist gradually dissipated, spreading across the ridge, the mountainside, and the foot of the mountain gathered together, and golden light faintly appeared, as if two figures were arranged in a magic circle and trapped in the sea of ​​soldiers. Among them, the man with a strong forehead and a man with a strong whisker behind him released countless sword lights and danced all over the sky. The one-armed man with him, holding a knife in one hand, flew a soldier on the trunk of a big tree, and another knife was used to slash the Yuanhun.

However, more soldiers rushed in without fear of life and death, surrounding the two of them. After Yan Chixia kicked one person, Zuo Zhengyang, not far away, rushed over and pulled him away: "Be careful!"

As soon as the words fell, a big axe slashed down. A giant man with an iron tower stepped forward among the crowd. The flying sword was nailed to reach out and he wiped it away. He felt a little pain. He looked at the two mortal monks pushing away opposite him, grinning at the corners of his mouth, showing a ferocious look, and the handle of the axe in his hand had been raised and smashed down at the two of them again.

Wow—

Zuo Zhengyang held a knife in one hand, and his one-arm sank down violently. He pinched Yan Chixia, who was behind him, and both of them were smashed back and slid two or three feet away.

At this time, Lu Liangsheng's voice sounded from the night sky.

"Qianwei, fellow Taoist Yan, go—"

There were figures of people around him, screaming, and hearing the sudden words, the two looked at each other, Yan Chixia took back the flying sword that filled the sky, Zuo Zhengyang kicked under his feet, held the long knife with one hand and ignited the flames. With a "ah--" sound, he waved the knife and slashed it. The blade cut out a cold light and hit the giant axe. The moment the huge force bounced back, Zuo Zhengyang flew back, leveraged a little force under his feet, and used the huge force that had not yet been removed, reached out to grab Yan Chixia.
Chapter completed!