A sharp weapon penetrates the sky and rolls up thousands of snow.

Garulao and Yandafu are both considered Buddhist monks, but they are so cool and cruel when they take action, and their momentum is like lightning and thunder. The so-called Bodhisattva's heart and thunder are nothing more than this.

The two monks roared in anger, a Wu hook and a sharp sword all attacked. Two strong winds mixed with flying snow rolled straight towards Wang Yue, just like the rolling waves that were pushed out when the Qiantang River was rising. The bitter wind rushed straight to Wang Yue's face, and he didn't dissipate.

Wang Yue's face was cold, motionless, and he did not dodge or dodge, as if he had not seen Garuluo and Yanda tied up. There was only the snow in the sky and Cui Shiniang in front of him in his eyes.

It was not until the weapons in Garuda and his two men entered in front of them that Wang Yue smiled faintly, paused his feet slightly on the snow, his body suddenly rose up, and the swords in his hands protruded to the left and right, and a bright moon and a red sun appeared in front of everyone at the same time.

The bright moon is in the sky, and the red sun is rising.

Two lights pierced Garuda and the others almost couldn't open their eyes. They felt a piercing in their hearts. They felt a soft arm, as if another breeze was blowing through their arms. The strong wind that was as fierce as a tide had been completely transformed by Wang Yue.

Yanda staggered under his feet and took three or five steps in a row. Garula, who had dealt with Wang Yue for the first time, also took two steps back before gaining a foothold. His face was pale and his eyes were staring at Wu Gou in his hand in horror.

In the poems of the Tang Dynasty, there are many sentences praising Wu Gou. For example, Li Bai's: Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang and Xue Ming; for example, Zhang Jianzhi's: Wu Gou is bright like the moon, Chu sword is sharp like the frost; and for example, Li He's: Why not bring Wu Gou to collect the fifty states of Guanshan Mountain?

In their writing, Wu Gou represents the chivalrous righteousness of killing one person in ten steps, the mission of passing feathers to save the border deserters, and the passion of a real man to establish a world and establish fame to collect the blood of Guanshan.

But now, the Wu hook in Garula's hand was missing, and it seemed so dull in front of Wang Yue's sword.

"Miss Cui, is this the helper I found again? It doesn't seem to be very good!" Wang Yue slowly walked forward two steps, which was shocked by Garuluo, Yandafu and Zhilou Jiachen.

In the past few months, Wang Yue's sword has made great progress again. I am afraid that the level of the top-notch master is only a strait. It seems that if Wang Yue wants to be awarded the title of the head today, he can only die together!

Cui Shiniang felt a little dark, but her eyes became fierce. Her two bent willow leaf eyebrows instantly showed a thunderous attack like an eagle eye: "Wang Yue, I have to admit that you are indeed a martial arts genius.

However, I will tell you that the master and disciple father and son are irreconcilable. Even if you, Wang Yue, have become the number one master in the world, you still can't go anywhere today. Yuan Shu is still waiting for you below!"

After saying that, he flipped his jade hand and a flute appeared under her lips. Cui Shiniang's cheeks were slightly breathing and then gently exhaled. A beautiful flute sound flew out of the flute and scattered on Yiwulu Mountain.

The sound of the flute echoed melodiously in the ears of everyone, as if the white clouds dancing gracefully in the night sky with stars, dissipating ethereal, and as if the white snow falling on the top of Yiwulu Mountain, mysterious and agile. Every sound and talisman makes people completely lost and completely fallen.

A thought arises, and it is close to the end of the world.

A thought will change.

However, during the breathing, Wang Yue felt as if he had lived his whole life, even longer than his whole life.

The past scenes jumped out of his mind, and his father, brother, the late emperor, Nanhua real man, son, son, son, Yuan Shu, Zhu Tiannan and others were spinning in front of him like a lantern. The former heroes were exaggerating, the passionate blood of the scimitar and the fallen rivers and lakes were also lit and faint in his eyes.

At this moment, Wang Yue seemed to have merged with the heaven and earth.

Suddenly, a snowflake floated down from the sky and slowly fell on the blade of the broken knife. A very, very subtle cold air came from the blade to the handle of the knife. Wang Yue suddenly opened his eyes with a slight shock, and the person had woken up from the environment created by Cui Shiniang.

What a Visar Monk!

What a sound transforms the mind, and the other controls the spirit with the curve!

Cui Shiniang was just saying that Wang Yue had made some progress, but isn’t it the same for her, Cui Shiniang?

Before he could express his praise, several cold lights came from the front and back of his body like lightning, covering the retreat paths on his front, back, left and right, and above his head. Wang Yue felt a stern and hurriedly shrank his body and squatted on the ground. The swords and swords in his hands all took action, and attacked the four sharp weapons around him.

"Crack!"

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding

Several golden spears sounded, and the bright moon, red sun, flying snow, white clouds, waves and mountains created by weapons in the hands of Wang Yue, Cui Shiniang and others exploded at the same time.

The white snowflakes falling from the sky were mixed with the hidden weapons in Cui Shiniang's flute, like swords, and like sharp arrows, rushing on everyone's bodies, limbs and clothes jumped out and nailed to the trunks of the distant tree.

This is a way of playing that is ready to die, and it is also a way of fighting that dies together!

Wang Yue felt cold in his heart. He touched the long beard under his chin, but found that his beard had been cut off by the "blades" of the snowflakes.

Wang Yue knew very well that he was getting closer to the top-notch martial arts master. He had even walked through the first ninety-nine twists of the ninety-nine twists and saw the empty door in front of him. As long as he turned over another twist and gently pushed his hands, he would become a top-notch existence.

Unfortunately, no matter how close the distance is, he still hasn't stepped over. He is still a first-class swordsman. His opponents are a first-class stick magician, a quasi-first-class hypnotist and two quasi-first-class swordsman.

That's right, it's the swordsman.

It is true that Yandafu is a swordsman, but Garuda is a real swordsman. The waist knife is a knife, and Wu Gou is also a knife, which is a kind of curved sword, a scimitar, a bit similar to the full moon scimitar in Ding Peng's hand in the ancient dragon novel.

Looking at the four people in front of him, Wang Yue sighed deeply. He had little chance of winning, especially when Cui Shiniang and others planned to burn them together. Unless he was going to take what he had to go and rescue him, he might have a chance to live, otherwise he would stay in this Yiwulu Mountain forever.

No way, his first wife will return to the underworld with him.

He gritted his teeth with a cruel heart. Wang Yue put a sword in his right hand and held a sword flower in his hand. He swung his left hand and crossed his sword in front of him. He kicked his feet suddenly. He moved his hands three or five steps to the right like lightning. His elbow hit him back and a force hit Yandaqi like a torrent that broke the dam.

Seeing Wang Yue flying towards him, Yandafu sneered, poured his arms into his arms, hugged the sword tightly with both hands, and stabbed forward with an angry shout.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Yue had already arrived at Yandafu's chest. As soon as he heard the sound of the sword reaching his bones, he was already feeling severely hit before he could be happy, as if a mountain suddenly pressed against his chest. A mouthful of blood was spurted out, and Yandafu's whole body had already flew backwards three or four meters.

The formation of four people was instantly broken. Wang Yue jumped to the side. Yanda Fu's eyes flashed and saw a giant human-shaped eagle flying over his head and coming to the hut.

As long as he can get into the hut, I believe that with the backup plan he arranged in the hut, even if he cannot catch Cui Shiniang and the four of them in one go, he still has some self-protection power. He and Wang Jia might be able to escape from heaven, and from then on, the dragon swims the sea and the tiger returns to the deep mountains.

Wang Yue was secretly proud, suddenly felt cold in his heart, and he hurriedly turned to the side, and a sound of breaking through the air shook his ears. Then there was a pain in his back. The wound that was stabbed by Yanda's sword just now seemed to crack, and a stream of blood splattered from behind.

He staggered slightly under his feet, but Wang Yue felt a flash in front of his eyes. Cui Shinian had already jumped to the door of the hut, staring at him with beautiful eyes, without any emotion in his eyes, as cold as water.

"Mrs. Wang is the mother of the former general and the closest relative of the son. Wang Yue, don't force us to be cruel and ruthless!"
Chapter completed!