Han Mink Temple rolled up the sleeve tube in front of everyone's eyes, and the slender red rope floated like a small red snake, like a mayfly piled up, densely packed, making people daunting.
Making dead things alive has always been a symbol of the masters of the Celestial Realm, for example, Chen Zhibao can make plum wine turn blue and purple, except for the plum wine itself is not good, and it has a lot to do with his sudden Confucian sage.
Most of the sword immortals of the past dynasties were also able to make a certain vulgar sword psychic, just like the monk said that the stubborn stone nodded.
Han Mink Temple did not rush to strike while the iron was hot, put his fingers together, and wiped the "red cloud" on his arm, the more calm and calm the people and cats were, the more the thousands of people on the opposite side felt a sense of suffocating oppression.
Some sharp-eyed people, especially the eagle dog from the Beiliang cage, have already guessed the identity of Han Mink Temple.
This eunuch has had a lifetime of ups and downs, countless enemies, his martial arts achievements, has always been regarded as a mystery, Han Shengxuan, who was still young at the beginning, peeled off the red armor in one fell swoop, which can be said to be born, which also opened the prelude to a new generation of rivers and lakes, and then the green robe disappeared for no reason, and the Northland Gun Fairy Wang Xiu died in the apprentice Chen Zhibao, even if it was as strong as Li Chungang, but also after the battle of Guangling River, with the matter of borrowing a sword, it ended up in the rivers and lakes that belonged to the green shirt.
Han Diao Temple looked at the young man who was acting out of line opposite, and pulled the corners of his mouth, at first he really didn't expect this person to dare to take the lead, according to common sense, the more he was in a high position, the more he cherished his fortune and his life.
Fortune is like water, don't bother to hide the wind and gather water, not to mention the blessings that extend to the descendants, they may not be able to preserve themselves, and this is the case with the old master Song who is the leader of the literary world.
However, with the eyesight of Han Mink Temple, after a move, I can see the momentum of the Beiliang Shizi, just a subordinate borrowing, Taoism has invited the gods to go down to heaven, and Buddhism has the law to subdue, both of which are considered biased, but the root is orthodox, and the witch Gu in southern Xinjiang is the most vicious, borrowing from the evil of yin things, and becoming puppets of each other.
Han Mink Temple knew that Xu Fengnian was temporarily borrowing the realm from the Yin Thing, but what opened his eyes was this kind of clumsy behavior of killing a thousand enemies and self-inflicting eight hundred, but Xu Fengnian didn't seem to have received much backlash, and after being forced to retreat by his palm, he still barely maintained his calm and calm, and was not dissipated by the qi machine, showing his original form.
Han Diao Temple didn't bother to ask, and he didn't bother to talk nonsense with the dying person, whether it was a donkey or a mule, it was nothing more than pulling it out for a walk.
Han Mink Temple made a funny move that made everyone feel funny, bent down, and pinched a loose snowball that was not expected to be too strong, many old people will have some unreasonable childlike hearts when they get old, but who would think that Han Mink Temple is so bad Han Diao Temple spread out the palm obliquely, a soft push, the snowball fell to the ground, not straight down, but biased to the outside of the post road, there are many snow that has not had time to sweep, the deepest Xing is up to two feet thick, less than the size of the fist of the snowball is first slowly rolling, after an instant is as fast as a wild horse running trough, just like the thunder on the white clouds rolling away, rolling bigger and bigger, three zhang after half a person high, ten zhang after two people high, after the momentum superimposed, it is even more shocking, the snowball scrapes the ground, not only sticks up two feet thick snow, Even the ground is as hard as ice ruts and has grooves, so that the surface of the snowball is covered with gray and yellow soil.
This snowball drew an arc outside the post road, and fiercely rushed towards Xu Fengnian, who was twenty zhang away from Han Mink Temple.
Han Diao Temple stretched out his hands and grabbed two balls of snow, and with another beat, two snowballs rolled out.
Like playing snowball fights with two groups of people, Han Mink Temple kept grabbing snowballs, and then shot a half-arc.
You must know that he is alone this time, single-handedly fighting thousands of people, among the thousands of people, there should have been Huishan Xuanyuan Qingfeng who was finally absent, the heir of the instant gun, the Wudang sword idiot Wang Xiaoping who has three swords, and naturally Xu Fengnian and the celestial Yin who have the same qi and branches, and the Northern Liang Eagle Dog like Lu Song, Wang Lin, Ren Shanyu.
The snowball is surging, the speed is different, and it is a tacit understanding to form a line of tide.
In this way, the huge snowball that took the lead in pounced on Xu Fengnian was particularly eye-catching.
No one was stupid enough to sit and wait for death, and Wang Lin, the young general who had already decided to make a desperate bet, smiled fiercely: "Rush into battle" Fifty horsemen marched out in unison, and at the same time began to charge, the horses' hooves changed from light to heavy, and the snow splattered on the post road, and the clean white expanse turned into dark and muddy on the path of this line.
In addition to Wang Lin and the fifty ironclad heavy cavalry around him who was slightly out of place with the geography of the county, Ren Shanyu, who was still thirty years old and still had a childish face, and twenty elite Beiliang spies also swept out together, she tried her best to calm down and hold her breath, only felt that the world was clear, and the woman with a unique talent for martial arts only felt that her body was leisurely and breathed, and it sounded in her ears, and the sound was as heavy as the horse's hooves roared, which made the woman who was afraid of the Han Mink Temple blocking the road outside the city feel a little more stable, I let Shanyu alone not enter the eyes of your cat, but I am not the pulpy paper man, and I will break it when I poke it.
What's more, there are a thousand fine riders around my aunt and grandmother Wang Xiaoping got out of the carriage, wrapped around the back with one hand, and quietly grabbed the beacon in the three swords.
The young man came to the roof of the car at some point, holding a giant bow with horns in one hand and two heavy iron arrows in the other, and the muscles of his arms gradually bulging like hills.
One arrow a day, it was the ultimate physical strength of a young dead soldier, but in today's battle, I don't even think about living, and who cares if I cut off an arm The woman in Tsing Yi pulled out the gun from the bottom of the car and the blunt round moment, her face was expressionless, and she dragged the gun and ran.
The young man stood still in a high place with a wide field of vision, and the carriage shook, and the wheels immediately sank, crushing several ice ruts.
This dead soldier from Beimang took a heavy breath, took a breath, took a big bow, and pointed his arrow at Han Mink Temple.
But the young man's face soon changed drastically, the unique traction technique taught by the master was tried and tested, once he crossed the river and built a bridge, it was Xue Songguan in the rain alley who could block it, but he couldn't dodge, and no one had ever been able to cut off the tip of the arrow "point".
But the old man in black let the young man know what it means to have a sky outside the sky, and he flashed away under Wu's eyelids, and the qi traction caused by archery was extremely particular about breaking the thread, so that the young man Wu lost for a while before fighting, and the spiritual qi that had climbed to the top immediately collapsed at the touch of a button, which made the rather conceited young man a little dazed, and after gritting his teeth, the tip of the arrow began to shift slightly with the horn bow, and he was hard to find the trace of Han Mink Temple.
The snowball, located in front of the white tide, resembles a small mountain, and it is violently crushed.
Xu Fengnian let the snowball usher in the head, frowned, and didn't quite understand why the old eunuch came out of the next policy, Li Chungang once made it clear that killing one person with a thousand swords is a completely different path from killing thousands of people, the former can achieve both sword intent and swordsmanship, so in a battle on the bank of the Guangling River, the sword of the old man in sheepskin Qiu is just a move that is not the most brilliant sword qi rolling dragon wall in Li Chungang's kendo career, which lasted for half an hour, against nearly 10,000 iron horses, without any fancy sword momentum, A battle that can be praised as an earth-shattering crying ghost and god will not retreat from a thousand enemies, often in the eyes of the survivors who are fortunate enough to watch, there is no gorgeous scene, they are all trying to kill with one move, and the worst is a heavy blow.
Han Mink Temple is not the empty name of the chick, but the world's best at catching rats of the old spicy cat, regardless of the realm, only on the actual combat experience, Han Mink Temple can be described as the first person deserved from the Yang Dynasty.
Xu Fengnian has the celestial phenomena of the vermilion robe and the yin thing spared no effort to give him, and his internal strength cultivation is incomparable, especially better than the original six-point mutilated rhubarb court, it can be said that in today's battle, Xu Fengnian has never been so confident, and it can even be said that he is almost conceited.
Xu Fengnian gave up his doubts and thoughts, took a step, and smashed on the snowball with a fist, when the snowball rolled and fell violently, at the moment when Xu Fengnian smashed it with a punch, a celestial phenomenon was successfully cultivated like a flood and burst the embankment, more than half of it was dispersed, Xu Fengnian's arm was suddenly squeezed out of a curvature, Xu Fengnian's trip to the north, after repeated vicious battles on the front line of life and death, without any restlessness, just by instinct, turning his fist into a palm, the master arched his hand, and his feet took advantage of the trend, took a step back, dragged the snowball up, not to break the snowball, Just trying to break the rising momentum formed by the snowball rooted in the ground, and then leaning over, the shoulder hit, only with the body that fell into the realm of King Kong and the snowball collided violently, with the example of a knife, with the Kaishu style to split the snowball, although the two halves of the snowball still rolled forward, but the morale was no more, and it dissipated and melted after five or six zhang.
Xu Fengnian stood upright, holding the saber at his waist with one hand.
When he broke the snow, the rest of the fifty iron cavalry in Beiliang were also roughly successful, roughly destroying the snowball with the combined force of the two horses, but half of the heavy cavalry of the iron armor also paid a heavy price, because after the snowball was split by a knife or a spear and exploded, there was a subtle invisible red rope shot out, like a poisonous snake in the grass, the iron cavalry was fatal, the worst way to die was that more than a dozen cavalry even people and horses collided with the silk thread hanging in the air, turned into two, and died on the spot.
The life that was fresh a moment ago, in this kind of war, is often said to be dead, and there is no room for aftertaste.
Xu Fengnian knew in his heart, a little bitter, the man and cat came to the bottom of the kettle in an old-fashioned way, did not think about how to fight with Xu Fengnian, the person who must be killed, but aimed at the yin Xu Ying, the snowball passed by in a line, like a fish swimming in the water in the snow in the red robe Yin has no room to toss and turn, it is clear that it is dried up and fished, it does not have any flaws, a snowball rolls past, a red robe floats quietly in front of a snowball, try to hide the figure, resonate with heaven and earth, there are many unique magical powers, If it weren't for Qianqi's side to see it in person, I'm afraid even Wang Xiaoping wouldn't dare to say that he could detect that the yin thing was always hiding on the other wall of the snowball.
But Han Mink Temple is not Wang Xiaoping.
The silver-haired eunuch who no longer wears the bright red python robe in the palace today swept to the snowball as soon as possible, and the human and cat yin objects were separated by a foot, and it was clear that both sides could not detect the slightest bit of qi, but the hostile sides really knew the traces.
The Yin had no choice but to hastily retract the four points of celestial cultivation, and tore the snowball with both arms, and almost at the same time, the old cat in black drilled through, and the red rope was behind with one hand, and the other hand slapped at the Yin Object's compassion.
The loss of the vermilion robe yin thing is that it has a touch of hesitation when it retracts the realm, if it is a character with a cold temperament like Xu Fengnian, not to mention the four points of cultivation, the eight points of the heavenly phenomena must be withdrawn, so that they have the confidence to block the majestic blow of Han Mink Temple The feminine grabbed the hand of the human cat with both arms and began to tear, and the rest of the arms slammed into the temples on both sides of the human cat.
The corners of Han Mink's mouth sneered, a stupid thing who didn't know whether to live or die.
A few strands of red silk came out of the body like a swimming snake, swaying around the yin thing, completely cutting off its connection with Xu Fengnian, who still had a six-point realm.
No need for Han Mink Temple to make a move, I saw that his whole body was crawling with scarlet, except for the two arms that tore the snowball, the other four arms were stained by this smart red, such as appendages, all over the gorgeous red robe, the arms holding Han Mink Temple's hand continued to tear hard, and the arms that slapped to the temples were still close together, and under the severe pain, the free hands were smashed down when the chest, which was bound to smash the middle and lower dantian of Han Mink Temple.
Hit the red snake attached to the true dragon of Han Mink Temple, the first emperor of today, and the yin has a compassionate appearance, and there is no abnormality.
Rao is resolute and resolute, and he is also a little moved.
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Without looking at the flesh and blood of the four arms of the Yin object, Han Diao Temple sneered and said, "Kill another celestial phenomenon" The right hand behind him finally swung out, The arm that was held was pushed forward, stretching the distance between the two sides, and the right hand of the "red snake" crawling with its human way countered its body, holding the arm of the yin object, and pulling it back Behind Han Mink Temple, an arm that left his body swung out of the air.
If you are not careful against people and cats, you will lose all the games.
The compassion is still unwavering, almost rigid and stupid, and the action is still the same, just asking for one entanglement Han Mink Temple was about to tear off the second arm of the femininity.
The white clothes ran wildly, and the Beiliang knife was unsheathed.
Remove the armor Han Mink Temple peeled off the red armor of the Fu General, one of the four great masters of the year, and naturally did not draw a scoop for this sudden attack of the junior.
With a loud laugh, he threw the feminine object out, and his body swept back.
The earth tore a bottomless ravine.
In this bloody battle, Han Diao Temple is destined not to pretend to be high, what kind of shelf, in order to kill Xu Fengnian, he can do whatever he wants.
Such a tenth person in the world is the most terrifying.
The left-handed knife Xu Fengnian did not take advantage of the momentum to pursue, and turned to the side of the yin object whose figure was floating on the ground.
Showing joy to others, only one of the five arms left, pulled Xu Fengnian's sleeve, as if to tell him that it didn't matter.
The little snow left was nothing but blood.
Xu Fengnian raised his sleeves, resolutely turned his head, and ran towards Han Mink Temple.
Twelve flying swords flew out in a messy manner, pointing to the peak of Xuan.
At the same time on the same day, the city of Emperor Wu on the coast of the East China Sea.
A one-armed old man did not walk properly, put a sword into the corner of his mouth and chewed it, and wandered into the city, humming softly and indistinctly.
"Whose boy doesn't live up to the broken wooden sword.
Whose son does not live up to the North Liang Knife":