"Wang Deyu, since you insist on being an enemy of Yuan, then fight!"

Yuan Shu snorted coldly, swung the hem of the clothes in his hand, and the already polished Chengying Sword circled up like a silver snake and flew towards Wang Li. The expression on his face was solemn and solemn, and his expression was like a piece of ice that had not melted for thousands of years.

At this moment, he was no longer Yuan Gonglu, a son of a noble family who spoke of benevolence, righteousness and morality, no longer the prince who looked flattering and philanthropist, nor the false emperor who held the life and death of millions of people in the two states.

He is just the second leader of Taipingdao and the pope Kunlun, the world's largest sect!

Kunlun Mountain is the first sacred mountain in China and the ancestor of all mountains. It is also the place where the Queen Mother of the West lives. Dongfangshuo's "Shenyi Sutra" says: Kunlun has a copper pillar, which is high into the sky, which is called the so-called pillar of heaven. It surrounds three thousand miles, and is slim around it. There is a house under the copper pillar, and the wall is a hundred feet in square meters. As the saying goes, Kunlun copper pillar is high in the sky, and the river is crooked in the southeast.

He is Kunlun, so his sword is as arrogant as Kunlun Mountain, and his sword technique is as high as Kunlun Mountain.

One sword comes out, and one sword sounds.

His sword was originally the sword of Emperor Shang, but the Zhongxing sword in Wang Li's hand was also made by Emperor Ling of Han. Two swords of Emperor Huang were unsheathed, and thousands of rays of light rose from the hands of the two, covering the moonlight in front of Feiting by the water.

"when!"

A sound of golden spear shattered the tranquility of the water. Two rays of light suddenly gathered and suddenly popped up and fell to the ground, rolling up the dead grass and leaves in front of the pavilion and flew towards the two. The fallen leaves were like butterflies, and like golden light hovering in the air half-foot high, like small tornadoes, forming several large vortexes in front of the two.

"kill!"

Wang Li and Yuan Shu stood together, Zhao Yunguan Hai, Zhou Cang, Huang Zhong and others were also not to be outdone. A silver spear, two long swords, and a blood-drinking knife broke into the crowd. The generals under Yuan Shu, Zhang Yan, Zuo Xue, Yu Xuangen, Li Damu and others either fought one by one, or two-on-one, jumped off their horses to join the battle.

But there were still several people in the field who did not take action. Their target was not Wang Li or the generals under Wang Li. Their eyes were always on Cui Shiniang, Dragon King Najia and others. Of course, they were Zhenren of Nanhua and Wang Duan and others.

"Let's go, it's time for us to play!"

The real man Nanhua lifted off his armor and felt hat on his head, revealing his pale yellow feathered clothes, and called out to Wang Duan and others beside him. He waved his whisk in his hand, twisted his waist on the war horse and tiptoed, and swung his roc like a spreading his wings at Cui Shiniang.

"snort!"

Cui Shiniang has not moved, dragon

But Wang Nagazhi Lou Jiachen had already moved.

Although Zhilou Jiachen is a high-ranking monk in Buddhism, he saved countless people and educated countless people throughout his life, and translated countless scriptures. He can be said to be in love with sentient beings and his heart is as quiet as water. But now, he is really angry.

Although Buddhism emphasizes the power of saving the people, Buddhism not only has the compassion of Bodhisattvas, but also has the angrily eyes of Vajra. It is not enough to endure that Buddhism destroys Qianjitang and even wants to murder the remains of Qianjitang Visar Monastery and His Highness Indra. The Buddha said: If I don’t go to hell, who will go to hell?

Even if he killed all the Buddhist aliens today, what's wrong with walking back in hell?

Zhi Lou Jiachen roared a Buddhist lion, and waves of Sanskrit sounds had broken through the sky and entered the ears of the true man Nanhua. When the true man Nanhua blocked the whisk, his body changed, and he strangled with Zhi Lou Jiachen coming from the front.

However, Luohu, Tang Zhou, Ma Yunlu and Zhi'er had already taken out the crazy stick in their hands, the Ice Soul Silver Spear and the Seven-Star Sword blocked Cui Shiniang. Qianqian's hands were all the way across the flute, and Cui Shiniang opened her mouth lightly. A gentle and sad sound of flute came faintly from the flute, and as the river breeze in front of the pavilion slowly dissipated and filled the air.

The sound of striking the shore became clearer, the moonlight became more confused, the night wind became cooler, and the killing in front of Fei Ting became more intense.

The Jianghu Rangers and the Military Generals brought by Yuan Shu have suffered considerable casualties. The left arm of the left school was broken, Li Damu had a pair of legs hanging on his legs, and some Rangers have even returned to the Yellow Spring to become a member of the underworld.

Zhao Yun, Huang Zhong and Guan Hai were extremely fierce like three tigers going down the mountain. These ordinary people in the world or military were no match for the three. However, they were still gritting their teeth and persevering, and they were still staring at the battlefield between Yuan Shu and Wang Li.

Among them, the old Taoist Nanhua real man is very skilled in martial arts, Wang Duan has a ruthless personality, and Zhang Yan is as light as Yan. However, they all know that the decision of the victory or defeat is not the three people, but their lord and their leader Yuan Shu. If Yuan Shu wins, they will win. If Yuan Shu loses, this battle may become the last battle in their lives.

Unfortunately, although they hoped Yuan Shu, Yuan Shu's situation was not much better than theirs.

Gao Sisun Zeng said: "A peak of jade is used to peel Kunlun pillars, and a day of ice is used to wrap around Penglai Que." Wang Li is not Gao Sisun, but he can also peel Kunlun pillars with jade is used to peel Kunlun pillars. Since he practiced the "Chengzi Heart Sutra" left to him by his cheap father Wang Yue, his martial arts are as if he has been cheating. He should look at him with admiration for three days after he has left him.

Although Kunlun is soaring, it is no longer a towering lonely peak. There is still soaring on the top of the peak.

The eagle that has been flying thousands of miles also has white snow flying all over the sky. Wang Li is the eagle, the white snow on the top of the peak.

Yuan Shu is not dead yet, but it seems that there is only a Naihe Bridge between him and the King of Hell. His right arm and front chest have been stabbed by the Zhongxing Sword. He has even smelled the smell of death, Han Ruo the wind and snow on Kunlun Mountain.

His face was pale and his body was exhausted, his chest was full of blood, and his breathing became heavier. He used all the power of the nine oxen and two tigers to fly like a rainbow, but he still couldn't kill the Zhongxing sword that was born in the blue sea in Wang Li's hand. He didn't want to die yet, but he wanted to unify the country and educate the world. To put it as a saying, he still had great potential.

Unfortunately, Wang Li didn't give him a chance, or even a chance to breathe. So he could only escape and escape to a place that Wang Li could not expect!

Yuan Shu gasped again, knowing that he could not wait any longer, the Chengying Sword in his hand rolled back towards Wang Li in the air, but with one hand, he slapped the big rock beside him, and his feet rolled out of the range covered by the Zhongxing Sword. Then he swayed his sleeves and jumped several times, and landed steadily on a small boat in the middle of the river a hundred meters away.

"Where can you escape? Yuan Gaolu, aren't you going to break the grudge with Wang?" Wang Li let out a long roar, flew to chase after him, and his feet suddenly bounced on the rocks when he was about to reach the river, like a hunting hawk, soaring into the sky and then falling from the sky. The Zhongxing sword in his hand brought a murderous aura to Yuan Shu.

As soon as the sword took action, the man was also in the air. Yuan Shu stood staggeringly on the lonely boat, like a dying person who had been traveling through the sea of ​​sand for several days. He lost the camel caravan and lost the water source that maintained his life, and was alone and helpless.

However, when the sword just pointed to the sharp edge of the Chengying Sword, Wang Li had already turned his body and retreated. He went faster and retreated faster, but in the blink of an eye, he returned to the shore.

When he was transformed, everyone was shocked, but Wang Li was shocked. When he was just flying over the river, in addition to the rising and falling rivers and the sound of slapping on the shore, he actually heard some noises mixed in it.

Although it was very weak, he knew that it was the sound of breathing!

This place is not far from Feiting, but only 120 or thirty steps away. Zilong and Hansheng had already cleared it. There was nothing but a lonely boat moored on the water. Moreover, they had been staring at the river here and found nothing unusual.

However, there are a lot of breathing sounds here now. Where do these breathing sounds come from?
Chapter completed!