One person above Qing Huang Ting

Chapter 210
The tip of the spear drew a rounded curve, swept the surface of the water lightly, and the sharp edge tore the surface of the water, creating a ripple.

It was just a few breaths, and the ripples that had not reached the feet just now turned into a huge wave of five feet high under the action of the majestic force, covering the sky and the sun, with a thousand catties of water and the power of fighting the waves, whistling and slapping at Hu. Repair me.

Youyue Sword Technique Qingxu Slash.

The thin sword in his hand turned into a large and thick long knife, and Hu Xiuwu slashed the huge wave with one knife, revealing what was hidden behind the huge wave.Such as the fangs of giant beasts, sharp and chilling stone spears.

The stone spear carried a strong force, and in a trance, Hu Xiuwu felt that what he saw was not a stone spear, but a steep and towering, Qianrenfengyue, rising from the ground, with an endless sense of oppression, ramming towards him Come, let Hu Xiuwu feel panic in his heart, before the stone spear came, his hair stood up and his skin tingled.

That is Pishen reminding him:

Boss, I can't stop this thing, you can do it yourself.

The golden light gushing out from his body like a spring, condensed into a solid shield of amber texture in front of Hu Xiuwu. The stone spear hit the golden light shield, and it made a clear and translucent sound like a gong and chime, which echoed in the empty valley. This shows that Hu Xiuwu's golden light spell has been cultivated to a certain extent, and it also shows that his life practice has reached a new level. When Zhang Zhiwei was young, it was nothing more than that.

But even the golden light, as hard as steel, still failed to stop the stabs of the stone spears, just like an electric drill drilling through cement, easily piercing the golden light shield.

The presence of a strong enemy in front of him aroused Hu Xiuwu's long-lost tension and made his mood swings even stronger. It also made the three corpse qi raging like a raging flame, which was rarely seen before, providing Hu Xiuwu with a steady stream of power.

After the shield transformed by the golden light was broken, Hu Xiuwu had already held a long sword and used the technique of clearing the emptiness to release three giant swords with no arrogance. The three swords were interlocked, and the last sword The qi is superimposed on the previous sword qi, like the waves of the ocean getting higher than each other.

Youyue Swordsmanship: Three Layers of Jade Mirrors.

San has such an extraordinary position in Taoism. The three stacks of jade mirrors can superimpose the power of sword moves on each other, like a continuous wave of waves.

Unfortunately, the stone spear was like a reef on the shore, indestructible, even if it was overwhelming, like the sword qi of the waves, it still failed to shake his pace.

The tip of the stone spear stabbed firmly into Hu Xiuwu's chest. Hu Xiuwu erected the golden light to resist. After the stone spear pierced the golden light, it made a harsh and sharp friction sound like an electric drill, accompanied by the rubbing of the stone spear and armor. Out, speckled Mars.

Simply, this move was first blocked by the golden light, and then collided with Hu Xiuwu's jade mirror in three stacks, and its power was reduced twice. When it finally landed on the climbing armor, it still failed to penetrate the armor's defense.

Fortunately, block it, this is just a flat A!

Hu Xiuwu was shocked, and he was already sweating coldly under his armor.

His strength was almost on a par with that of the elite queen back then, but when dealing with the elite queen, it was Hadili, who was burning his lifespan, who sustained [-]% of his attacks. Hu Xiuwu and Tang Yifu were just two additions.

Now that Hu Xiuwu has become the main force to respond to the enemy, the pressure on him will naturally increase greatly.

Taking advantage of the stalemate for less than a second, Wang Zhenqiu jumped and jumped into the cold pool, slicing through the pool like a swordfish, swimming quietly to the masked man's feet, and unexpectedly stabbed the mask with a flaming spear from below. In the back of the man's heart, Huntian Ling in the third hand flew to the stone spear of the masked man, intending to bind him and restrain him.
The fourth hand is still holding the Qiankun circle and smashing it at the back of his head, and the sixth hand behind Wang Zhenqiu is hiding a gold brick, intending to give him a brick and beat him by surprise!

Wang Zhenqiu played a four-person siege by himself.

The stone spear slid in the masked man's hands, the tail spewed out from the palm of his hand, he held the front end of the stone spear, swung it vigorously, and swept the back end of the stone spear.

To him, it didn't matter whether the spear tip or the spear tail, with his mountain-making power, even without a spear tip, he could still split a person in half.

Wang Zhenqiu's defense was not as good as Hu Xiuwu's. Facing the shocking blow, he could only avoid the edge for a while, fell backwards, and sank into the water. The hot wheel under his feet was like a propeller, pushing him to escape quickly.

Hu Xiuwu also took the opportunity to use the Lone Moon Flash, like an arrow from a string, swept across the lake in a straight and swift manner, drawing a lightning-like trajectory on the lake to widen the distance.

The three are in a straight line, Hu Xiuwu and Wang Zhenqiu are the two endpoints of this line segment, and the masked man is the midpoint of this straight line.

The bronze masked man stood on the spot, holding a spear in one hand, the spear was horizontal to his waist, and his tone was hesitant:

"you?"

"It doesn't seem as strong as I thought?"

Originally, he thought that a trap would be set here to prevent him from escaping, so that the person who captured him should be very strong, at least at the same level as him.

But this person is only about the same level as the monkey next to him, and it is impossible for him to stop him just because he still has that monkey.

Could it be that there is a mystery in this valley.

Hu Xiuwu licked his lips that were dry with excitement: "We are the dead men. The main purpose is to hold you down. Later, a missile will launch and blow the two of us to pieces."

His expression is sincere, and you have to believe me.

But the masked man obviously didn't believe every word in Hu Xiuwu's mouth.

"What, don't you think you're not worthy of a missile? Revered God?"

The masked man didn't say anything, Wang Zhenqiu actually followed Hu Xiuwu's words and provoked him one step further. The last sentence, "Respect God", was full of ridicule without any respect.

The masked man said coldly without any emotion: "Since you are unwilling to tell the truth, then I will subdue you and torture you for the truth!"

As he said that, the stone spear in his hand revealed a chill from the inside out, and the edge of the spear's edge was like fluff, and the frost was as bluish-white as the skin of a dead person.

During the wave, after the ice crystals were scattered on the lake, a layer of ice condensed on the surface of the cold pool in an instant, and the ice layer continued to spread outward.

I go!I haven't seen this trick before!
I go!I haven't seen this trick in the information!

Hu Xiuwu and Wang Zhenqiu were both shocked.

It used to be hard to fight, but now people have even strengthened it, and a layer of hell is added to the difficulty of hell.

The masked man jumped with a single step and bounced the pool of water under his feet, turning it into water droplets and hanging in the air. At the same time, he played the stone spear into a disc, the frost splashed, and the water droplets were frozen into ice thorns, which were shot like a rainstorm. To Hu Xiuwu and Wang Zhenqiu.

Wang Zhenqiu now has three pairs of eyes and six hands. His eyes are fast and his hands are fast. He has turned the Huntian Lingwu into a thick curtain, blocking out all the ice.

Looking at Hu Xiuwu's response, it was even more peculiar. His jet-black shattered hair grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, reaching his waist.

Then the long hair seemed to be alive again, and it was coiled back by himself, and a matte black helmet was formed on Hu Xiuwu's head.

This is also the magical effect of the "Huang Ting Jing". In addition to the method of golden light that Hu Xiuwu learned from Zhang Huaiyi, he used golden light to bless the steel hair.

Hu Xiuwu didn't move, so he resisted the ice-cold that filled the sky, and the ice-cold hit him, making a crisp crystal cracking sound.

Taking advantage of this kung fu, the masked man abandoned Hu Xiuwu and attacked Wang Zhenqiu with all his strength. In the fight just now, he had already discovered that Hu Xiuwu's defense was far superior to Wang Zhenqiu's, and persimmons always had to be soft.

Defeat Wang Zhenqiu, who is weak in attack and defense, first, and Hu Xiuwu, who is covered in thorn armor, can slowly concoct.

After the blizzard, the bitterly cold winter has come

A man-wide ice road on the lake quickly approached Wang Zhenqiu. At the end of the ice road, a masked man inserted a stone spear into the water, making the tip of the spear wrapped in a thick layer of ice, and there were barbs on the ice. The once stone spear turned into a slender ice mace.

The ferocious mace is more handy than the stone spear, and it brings out his great power of breaking mountains and rivers to the fullest.

Wang Zhenqiu didn't dare to touch his edge at all, and he dodged again and again.

Seeing that Wang Zhenqiu was in a critical situation, Hu Xiuwu wanted to help him, but he was too late.

But Hu Xiuwu is the director of the three schools, and his moves are flexible and changeable.
I saw the smooth surface of the black-haired helmet on his head, like an angry porcupine, erected dense spikes, the spikes drooped slightly under the control of the spirit, aimed at the masked man, and then the energy was like gunpowder. It burst out, and the hairpin was launched like a steel needle.

The dark hair is covered with a layer of golden light, like a gilded steel needle, as thin as hair, bright as light, as silent as the wind blowing hair, and like a thorn.

　When I was a child, there was an old anime called Kitaro. The protagonist in it was a ghost clan. He had an immortal body, and he could shoot his hair out.

　　
　
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