Fu Canglu

Chapter 517 Two Swords

The speed of the fiery red figure was astonishingly fast.

In just a split second, Liang Liang smashed into the army of the third battalion from outside the border of Xiguan in the Western Regions. Liang Liang's bare feet suddenly stopped his forward momentum, and he stepped on the snowy ground with one foot. Boiling, the invisible virtual flames danced along with it.

Ren Pingsheng carried the sword box on his back, and at this moment, the palm that was gently patted on the side of the horse's cheek was slightly hard, causing the horse under Jiang Qingyi to jump up in fright, and quickly rushed towards the rear of the team.

"formation"

Jiang Qingyi's roar resounded across the border of Xiguan.

The army of the third battalion quickly adjusted the center line, and the upper and lower long lines, after hearing this loud roar, they had already moved towards it at the fastest speed.

Guo Youzhi and Dong Yun were extremely surprised and had just returned to the formation.

When their eyes shifted to the woman in red who was still in the distance one moment, and charged towards the thousand-strong army on the center line in the next moment, they suddenly thought of the leader of the monster clan in the Western Regions.

The master of Shan Hai Jing.

Almost at the same time, the two people's minds were hooked on the same string as Jiang Qingyi.

Why is there no evil spirit in the frontier of the Western Regions?
The Classic of Mountains and Seas can block evil spirits.

No one dared to think that the woman holding the Shan Hai Jing was actually crazy and actually came to the border of Xiguan in person.

Look at this pose.
Is it possible that one person is trying to break the base?
Guo Youzhi and Dong Yun didn't even dare to think about it.

They can't understand the world of monsters.

What made them tear up was that the big red figure rushed into the army, first bumped into a skinny swordsman, and smashed the skinny swordsman, including his sword case, into the tide of black armor .

The Nine Hate Sword Box that Ren Pingsheng had across his chest was almost shattered.

The two strands of black hair on his temples turned white in an instant, and the sword energy that held the pill in his body was no longer entrenched in his body.

The realm of the master.

The skinny swordsman shattered the two ends of the Jiuhen sword case with both hands, and grabbed the two ends of the scabbard.

The woman in red on the opposite side of the Nine Hate sword box slowly retracted the plain white jade hand that was pressed on the sword box and had nowhere to rest it now.

Xi Yao looked around calmly.

She has pushed in behind the midline.

The skinny swordsman in front of him was a little stronger than when he met at the South China Sea Holy Meeting.

But it's okay.

Liang Liang slightly stretched his five fingers, and an extremely weak long and narrow flame flashed out from his fingertips.

If you don't look carefully, the flame wrapped around your fingertips is no different from the breeze.

Suzaku deficiency inflammation.

One person and one monster fought directly in the camp.

Xi Yao stepped forward suddenly, and the slender white bare soles of the feet burst into invisible emptiness. These flames were not the same as those wrapped around the fingertips. flame.

The great monsters on the Bachi Mountain in the Western Regions are affected by their bloodlines. The great sages of the monster clan in ancient times were all great practitioners with transcendent physique without exception. This is the case of blood inheritance.

Liang Liang's physique has reached the Great Vajra realm in this life, and compared to the strongest Buddhist Qingshi among human body refiners, he is not inferior in the slightest.

With a punch, a kick, a palm and a finger, every time it is handed out, if there is something blocking it, it will be directly melted by the invisible flames seeping and splashing from the body surface.

Xi Yao took ten steps in succession.

Ren Pingsheng stepped back ten steps.

The soles of Liang Liang's feet were exerted extremely deeply, and the fire burst out, but there was no sign of it spreading to the surrounding area.

After taking these ten steps, there is no heavy snow in a radius of ten feet.

The prairie fire centered on the two of them, and every time Liang Liang took a step, the momentum of the fire would be violently raised.

Suzaku's deficiency inflammation can burn everything.

After Jiang Qingyi shouted loudly to end the formation, cold sweat oozes from his forehead, and the three battalions quickly approached, leaving a huge space for the two people in the formation.

Jiang Qingyi knew the horror of this invisible flame.

In the deserted area of ​​the South China Sea, this demon lord of the Western Regions used the strange method of Suzaku Void Flame to easily kill demons big and small in the deserted area.

At that time, the demon heads of hundreds of hills in the wasteland all woke up. If the woman in red ignored her subordinates and ran with all her heart, she might have been able to kill the South China Sea by herself.

Jiang Qingyi's constant headache was that Xi Yao rushed to the battle in person and led the army from the Western Regions.

With the Western Demon's ability to charge into battle, today's Northern Wei Dynasty.
Really unstoppable.

There are five evildoers in the world.

The east king, the west demon, the north immortal, and the south sage Bodhisattva.

The Northern Wei Dynasty did not occupy a single one.

At any rate, Qi Liang also had a reincarnated Bodhisattva from the Darong Temple. In the beacon war, even if he faced a monster from the Western Regions at the master level, as long as he invited the supervisor of the Darong Temple, he would still be able to fight.

In the Northern Wei Dynasty, it could only be filled with crowd tactics.

Jiang Qingyi used to think hard, but still couldn't find the answer.

The Patriarch of the Zhong family is said to be a monstrous figure from the period of the Eight Great Kingdoms. He has the Fusheng Ring in his hand, and he has been promoted to the Grand Master for a while. If he can be transferred to Xiguan, he may be able to relieve his urgent needs.

I just want to win the current Xi Yao in the face-to-face attack.
too difficult.

Even if you want to fight, relying on Zhong Yusheng, it is still a bit wishful thinking in a duel.

The monstrous evildoer of the Spring and Autumn Period charged extremely fiercely.

If the Northern Wei Dynasty could invite Ye Xiaolou, the disciple of Lord Sword Master, or Dong Jun of Yingu, in a head-to-head game, neither of these two would lose to Xi Yao.

King to king, to generals.

But now, on the other side of the vast snow line, the snowfields of the Western Regions are completely silent.

Just one person.

The king of the Western Regions is here.

Xiguan has no king.

Xiguan has countless generals and even more soldiers.

Jiuhen sneered and burst into countless flames.

This long sword that has suffered so much, the body of the sword seems to have returned to the melting furnace and was recast, with countless fine cracks and cracks. break open.

It's just that Ren Pingsheng's sword energy circulated repeatedly.

Liang Liang's Vajra physique hit the sword and was immediately bounced off.

The sword body was restored to perfection.

Xi Yao had no expression on his face, and with hammers in both hands, the rainstorm pear blossoms hit Ren Pingsheng.

Ren Pingsheng arrived with a sword.

In an instant, the sword's air flow traveled nine thousand miles, and the nine hates were cracked and then healed. The fire splattered, scorching people's eyes, and they couldn't look directly at it.

The two figures stick together.

Ren Pingsheng, who was beaten by Xi Yao and was helpless to fight back, had a long and undisturbed aura in his body, and seemed to be able to hold on for a long time.

But only he knows.

Liang Liang's counter attack was extremely exhausting.

The lord of the Western Regions is still full of energy, the more he is hammered, the more energetic he is.

She came to Xiguan alone, why did she want to attack the city alone?
Suzaku's vain flames opened the boundary, and the three battalions could only stare blankly, cutting space for the two of them.

What she wants to do is to hammer down the strongest combat power in Xiguan!
No matter how strong Ren Pingsheng's sword energy is, he can only be forced to raise his spirits to fight.

Xi Yao hammered and hammered again and again, for any ninth rank in this world, except for the little highness, he had already been hammered to pieces.

The vitality of the Grandmaster Realm lasts for a long time, dozens or hundreds of times that of the Ninth Rank, which is a world of difference.

But in just ten breaths, Ren Pingsheng's vitality stream has been reduced by a whole lot!

No skill at all.

Liang Liang's eyebrows were raised, and the flames wrapped around his fingertips sneered.

With a short breath of her fingertips, she flicked the Nine Hate Sword 79 times, and the flames of 79 times burst in an instant.

She wanted to beat Ren Pingsheng to death in front of the three armies.

Then he floated away and returned to the Western Regions with the help of the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

Xi Yao sneered, seeing that the man opposite was struggling so much, he used a lot of his exhausted energy to counteract his Vermilion Bird Void Flame.

What can I do?

Break his sword first, then his bones.

Finally, the head was taken away.

Killing Ren Pingsheng is equivalent to breaking the sharpest sword in Xiguan.

There is no one in Xiguan who can fight.

Neither did the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Even if Sen Luodao's female Hades came to the Western Regions, it would not be enough to kill herself.

Her eyes were entwined with scarlet aura, and the breath of rushing for several miles to the border of Xiguan was about to come to an end at this moment. She beat Jiuhen repeatedly, but still did not smash the broken sword in the first place, which made her feel a little irritable.

Ren Pingsheng's breath is not as long as Xi Yao's, but he wins after the first move.

He finally waited for Liang Liang to take a breath.

But he didn't hand out the sword in the first time, and turned against the guest.

Instead, he shook his wrist slightly.

Sword Qi roared from the sky.

A few miles away, over the western barrier wall drum, the sun, moon and stars suddenly dimmed.

There is a thin swordsman who has practiced sword here day and night for several years.

Big sun, big cloud, big overcast, heavy rain, heavy snow, heavy thunder.

Never stopped.

The sword energy is hidden in the wall drum.

Nine hates cry at this moment
The wall drums of the western ramparts also kept beeping.

On the ninth base of the west wall, all the gates are open.

Countless tide-like black armor gushed out.

Now "slowly" out of town.

The sixteen-character battalion is an elite teacher that Li Qing in white robe spent 16 years cultivating.

On the north and south sides of the strait, in terms of the power of killing on the battlefield, I am afraid that among the four major passes of the Qiliang Dynasty and the Northern Wei Dynasty, the Shiliuzi Battalion will be ranked in the top three.

Even the ringleader.

The wall drum of the west barrier blared, and then the gate opened wide.

The governor is now at the border of Xiguan, and only when he is in danger, the nine hatreds of Mr. Ren Pingsheng will arouse the wall drum.

At this point, the urgency may be reached.

From a distance, it seemed that there was no beast horde coming, and the adults with the best eyesight saw the fiery red figure of Liaoyuan clearly.

In addition, in the remote borderlands, amidst the heavy snow, an angry Suzaku screamed.

Then no one knows what happened.

In the three camps.

Liang Liang raised his head to the sky and screamed.

She slapped Nine Hate, and the other slap almost landed on Ren Pingsheng's Tianling Gai.

Nine hates did not stop.

The toughness of this sword is extremely good.

And that palm did not land on the top of Ren Pingsheng's head.

A simple and simple long sword that had traveled a distance of one battalion was now half a foot out of its sheath, and the sword's face trembled, layer after layer of continuous and thick vitality flowing, overlapping with Xi Yao's pressing palm continuously, bursting out one after another of flames.

Ren Pingsheng held the sword with both hands, resisting a palm.

There is still a breath of sword energy in the belly.

So he controlled the sword with sword energy and resisted the other palm.

One person wields two swords.

One handle and nine hates.

There is also a handle called Fengchu.

(End of this chapter)