"Tianmen three heroes?"
The three corpses lying on the ground are very familiar. They are actually famous experts in the Jianghu.
The long sword is exquisite and the texture is orderly. The subtlety can''t escape the eyes of broken sword mountain villa.
Zhao Jie''s face twisted. He looked at the corpse incredulously and at Guo fan standing with a knife.
"You killed them?"
"Da..."
Guo fan didn''t say anything and walked forward.
Line out a few stone steps and two people appear in front of you again.
They are about forty or fifty years old. They have white hair on their temples and have the same appearance. They each hold a curved soft sword.
"Heshuo double righteousness!"
Zhao Jie and Cui Ying didn''t know each other, but their weapons came from brokeback mountain villa.
If they come to the door, they will be guests of the villa, and the villa leader should entertain them personally.
"Please advise!"
Heshuo Shuangyi saluted with a sword and walked with a dignified face. His eyes showed his determination to die.
The two men took out their swords. The light of the sword was shining. It was almost a light curtain. It was airtight. They covered Guo fan with their head.
"Shua!"
The light of the knife flashed away.
The dark and crude blade crossed the void, and with one touch, the sword curtain in front had spread out.
Guo fan''s complexion remained unchanged and walked on.
Behind you.
Heshuo''s double meaning was stagnant, his eyebrows suddenly appeared a touch of red, and his eyes were dead.
"Poop!"
The body fell to the ground, which also made Zhao Jie and Cui Ying jump.
Their eyes trembled madly.
"Jue Jian sect leader, sword ghost, come to experience your skill!"
Another voice sounded.
After more than a hundred stone steps, there is a stone pavilion. There is a man in the stone pavilion, with long hair and a sword hanging around his waist.
Looking up, there was no human figure. I saw a fierce and vicious sword standing across the stone steps in the mountains.
Sword ghost!
Zhao Jie''s cheeks trembled and his eyes showed panic.
This name is widely spread in the Jianghu. It represents evil, cruel and untouchable.
It is said that when he was young, he committed too many killing sins, which made people in the Jianghu feel insecure. Finally, he was enlightened by a holy monk.
Nowadays, although there are few moves, every move involves a wide range, and no one dares to provoke.
But the horror in his eyes turned unbelievable the next moment.
I saw a flash of sword light like a curved moon, and the sword idea disappeared in an instant.
The sword ghost standing in the stone pavilion also fell down!
This
But it was expected to be innate!
How?
"Magic... Magic knife."
Cui Ying''s trembling voice sounded.
Zhao Jie felt a chill in his heart, and suddenly rushed into the back of his head.
The body beat a spirit.
"He is the king of Zhenwu!"
It is said that the king of Zhenwu was born handsome and extraordinary, and even looked a little delicate and tender.
But he has a ruthless and cruel heart of killing.
A magic knife is even more daunting to kill the world''s heroes.
This
Isn''t that the person in front of you!
Shaking his head, the man in front turned along the stone steps and disappeared on the mountain path.
"Poop!"
Zhao Jie''s legs softened and fell to his knees directly.
"Younger martial sister."
"Senior brother."
At this time, Cui Ying also looked frightened, her delicate body trembled, and her cheeks were pale.
"Let''s... Let''s get out of here."
Zhao Jieqiang stood up from the ground and walked towards the younger martial sister. He felt his muscles and bones soft.
"This is not where we should come."
"Yes."
At this time, Cui Ying had no stubbornness at the beginning. She nodded and was about to leave.
"Boom..."
Abrupt.
The sound of rolling rocks came from above the stone steps, followed by countless roars and shouts.
But the next moment.
The roar of death turned into screams and sad roars, full of reluctance and despair.
"Go, younger martial sister, let''s go!"
Zhao Jie''s face became more and more pale at the sound.
"Wait a minute!"
Cui Ying''s face changed greatly.
"What''s the matter?"
Zhao Jie looked puzzled.
"Dad!"
"Dad is still on the mountain."
Cui Ying was anxious. She stamped her foot and ran up the mountain along the stone steps.
"Younger martial sister!"
Zhao Jie panicked and subconsciously followed up.
They passed by the stone pavilion. As soon as they stopped and looked sideways, they saw the body of the sword ghost whose eyes were wide open.
Cluck!
My heart jumped wildly. I didn''t dare to see it again. I turned my head and ran quickly.
Just a few steps away, the scene in front of them stopped them, and their faces were full of panic.
On the long stone steps, a corpse fell to the ground.
Rubble scattered, blood flowing, broken blades inserted into the ground disorderly.
The pungent smell of blood came to my face.
It''s like a infernal scene!
"Gulu..."
Zhao Jie''s throat rolled and there was no blood on his face.
"Seven Jiao of the Yellow River, enchanting mother-in-law, Yanyu Yizi sword, tianlingxing, nine finger divine calculation, Laoshan double Yan..."
He is also well-informed. He knows a lot about Jianghu experts and can better identify the weapons in the world.
Drill and sweep.
The corpses in front of us are all famous figures in the Jianghu, and their strength is also extremely strong.
Many of them are not inferior to the leader of Duanjian mountain villa.
Now.
One by one died here, and some even separated their bodies and half their bodies, with ferocious faces after death.
Depending on the situation, many mechanism traps have been set here, but it''s a pity that they are completely useless.
"Younger martial sister, let''s go... Let''s go?"
Zhao Jie felt his legs tremble and looked at his younger martial sister with a pleading face.
At this time, Cui Ying was also pale, but her eyes were especially dignified.
"No!"
"I want to find dad. Dad is still on the mountain."
"It''s too dangerous here. Dad can''t stay here!"
She murmured to herself. Cui Ying''s eyes flashed and she bit her teeth. The lightness skill rushed towards the mountain.
"Younger martial sister!"
"Hey!"
Zhao Jie sighed and could only keep up.
The farther they go, the colder their hearts become.
I don''t know how many Wulin experts have been ambushed on the stone steps of the mountain path, but now there is no life.
They kept walking and exercised lightness skills, but they couldn''t catch up with the killing speed of the man in front!
You know.
Those killed here are not unknown rats. Everyone is a famous figure in the Jianghu!
The casual one, in front of them, is a senior expert and needs to be treated respectfully.
But now
The scene is terrible!
"Ah!"
"Devil, devil!"
"He is not a man, not a man!"
The panic roar came from above. They moved in their hearts and rushed away quickly.
This is a platform.
On the platform, there are no exceptions. The corpses are everywhere, and the blood flows all over the platform.
In the corner, there are several mentally retarded survivors this time.
One of them lost his legs, his face was in panic, his eyes were wide open, and his mouth kept shouting ''devil''s head'' and ''devil''s head''.
"Great Xia Peng!"
Cui Ying''s eyes lit up and rushed over.
"Great Xia Peng, can you see my father?"
"Devil, devil!"
The great Xia Peng, as if unable to hear her question, murmured, "he is not a person, not a person!"
"Great Xia Peng!"
Zhao Jie was very anxious: "please wake up. We are from Duanjian mountain villa. Have you seen your master?"
"Devil, devil."
Great Xia Peng smiled miserably. His body was on the ground and rolled forward with both hands.
Behind him, blood flowed from the short leg, leaving two blood marks.
"Everyone will die, everyone will die!"
The whole person seems to be completely crazy.
"Great Xia Peng!"
"Broken sword villa."
Suddenly, someone whispered.
"Senior."
Cui Ying turned her head and looked at each other.
This is an old man without an arm. He has white hair and is not stained with dust. I think he was also an exquisite figure before.
Now
His eyes were dull and his breath was weak. He let himself collapse in a pool of blood and didn''t move.
"He''s right. Everyone is going to die!"
The old man closed his eyes and looked bitter: "that man... No, that devil will not let anyone go."
"If you are smart, go down the mountain quickly. Don''t come out again in the future. Maybe you still have a chance to live."
"Senior."
Cui Ying said hurriedly, "I''m going to take my father away. Do you know where he is now?"
"Filial piety is commendable."
The old man smiled miserably: "what a pity... What a pity..."
He raised his remaining arm and pointed up, "he''s up there, if you''re not afraid of death."
"Go!"
"Go!"
"Poof!"
As soon as the voice fell, it aroused the attack of internal injury. The old man''s body trembled and his blood blurted out.
"Thank you, master."
Cui Ying body a meal, gritted her teeth and arched at each other, turned and continued to run towards the mountain.
Zhao Jie naturally keeps up.
"Fool, fool!"
Behind him, the old man''s weak voice came.
"Kill!"
On the stone steps in the mountains, the offensives were used one after another. Looking around, the heads were surging and dense, as if there was no end.
Guo fan''s face was indifferent and his eyes were dark. The magic knife cut out one by one according to the flaws of the attack in front of him.
The knife fell and killed!
None survived.
The light of the knife flickered from time to time, just like the sickle harvesting rice, and the people in front of us fell down in rows.
Behind him, the body was covered with stone steps.
"Kill!"
"Kill the devil!"
"Fight with him!"
There was a constant roar and roar.
Can hear, this voice from the beginning of high, intense, now has turned into panic, grief and anger.
Everyone seems to have only one dry blood.
"Boom..."
The offensive ahead was sudden and the pressure doubled.
It seems that this is another platform, but this time there are more and stronger experts.
"Oh..."
He sneered at the corners of his mouth and shook his body.
"Shua!"
Thirty six blades as thin as a hairspring swept all directions in an instant, cutting everything wherever they passed.
Such a large platform became a meat grinder in an instant. I don''t know how many people were killed at this moment.
White tiger Xingxiu slaying dagger Gang!
"Ah!"
"Devil!"
Screams, growls, and frightened shouts sounded again.
And the pressure in front of me was suddenly empty.
Moving forward again, there was no interceptor for a long time.
Until
"Amitabha!"
The loud chant of Buddha sounded.
The colorful cassocks in front danced in the wind, and a dozen old monks appeared on the narrow stone steps.
"Shaolin monk?"
"Luohan array!"
Guo fan''s eyebrows drooped and his voice was cold: "it seems that the divine monk Zhenhui also broke his promise."
"Amitabha."
I''m afraid the old monk in front of me is over 80 years old and looks old. It''s estimated that he is an eminent monk of the no character generation.
He folded his hands and recited the Buddha''s name.
"Lord, we have been driven out of the mountain gate. We only ask our original heart about what we do, and the divine monk can''t restrict us."
"Oh..."
Guo fan chuckles.
"It''s just self deception!"
"Monk, I also have some connections with Buddhism. If you retreat, it''s still time."
"Amitabha!"
The old monk folded his hands and danced wildly in his cassock.
"Lord, the devil in your heart is the robbery of ordinary people. We are willing to feed the devil without fear and regret!"
"That''s good."
"Since you are bent on death, don''t blame yourself!"
Guo fan nodded and walked forward.
"Boom..."
There was a shock in the void.
Eighteen old monks worked together.
The youngest of these old monks is estimated to be in their seventies, and they are children. Their internal power and cultivation are extremely pure.
Most of them have perfect internal power.
That is, with the help of the arhat array, the terrible aura shrouds the land ten feet in an instant.
Just like a huge gas hood, it is separated in front of Guo fan.
Its power is so strong that even those who are far away, their hearts jump wildly and are nervous.
"Good!"
Even Guo fan had to show dignity in the face of such power.
When the lower body squatted slightly, a golden light emerged, wrapped the whole body and turned into mixed Yuan Gang Qi.
King Kong is not bad