Gusu South Murong

() The field of vision shifted, and a plain face he was all too familiar with appeared in the mess on the ground, stepping on fallen leaves, walking over unhurriedly: "It's you."

Li Xian looked at the man who appeared behind him. He was wearing a white robe, and his long ink-like hair was untied and gently blown by the breeze. With a dignified look, this person is none other than Jiao Luo, the leader of the Ming Cult who made him retreat back then.

The soaring killing intent made the tottering Murong Fu feel extremely uncomfortable, and Jiao Luo suppressed the surging killing intent in his heart, Jiao Luo looked at the trembling Murong Fu and the unconscious Xi Feng , could not hear any emotion in the tone: "How are you?"

When Murong Fu saw the person coming, he twitched the corner of his mouth and pulled out a smile, but no matter how he looked at it, he felt hideous: "I can't die yet, it seems that you still don't trust us, and sneaked here alone."

"Leave this to me." Jiao Luo turned to look at Li Xian, and said in a flat tone.

If Xifeng was not unconscious at this moment, he would definitely be surprised by Jiao Luo's current state. As the left envoy of Mingjiao, Xifeng and Jiao Luo have known each other for decades. fear.

Li Xian is well aware of Jiao Luo's character, and even fought bloody battles with Jiao Luo several times. He also attaches great importance to this lifelong enemy, so he was not angry when Jiao Luo ignored him, and said in a slightly low voice: "You? You think you can go well?" Drop it? Today, all of you will be left to me.”

Jiao Luo glanced at the broken leaves on the ground, without hiding the murderous intent in his eyes, he said solemnly, "If I want to leave, can you stay?"

Gritting his teeth and enduring the severe pain, Murong Fu fixed his eyes on Li Xian. A dignified atmosphere quickly spread between Jiao Luo and Li Xian. Although Li Xian's words were extremely domineering, Li Xian's face lacked the banter with Murong Fu Xifeng when he shot, and had more of Jiao Luo's seriousness, and a pair of slender palms were also gathered back inside the robe , the sharpness between the eyebrows became more and more obvious, and Jiao Luo did not show any weakness to Li Xian's momentum.

"The battle ten years ago happened to be here again." Li Xian flicked his sleeves lightly, his eyes gradually became cold, like two lightning lights suddenly shining in the dark night, suddenly he raised his empty right hand, He took out a shining soft sword. The soft sword was more than three feet long and only two fingers wide. With the infusion of Li Xian's sunflower zhenqi, the soft sword suddenly regained its original appearance, with a silvery white blade and a sharp blade. , making the sword arrogant, with a fierce aura of its own.

Li Xian created the Sunflower Collection by himself. Since this martial art dares to be called a collection, it is naturally not a simple unique skill. Among them, Li Xian's most proud martial art is swordsmanship. This is why Li Xian saw Xifeng swordsmanship The reason for feeling disdainful is that showing off sword skills in front of Li Xian is tantamount to playing tricks, and Li Xian thought to himself that Li Xian, who has dealt with Jiao Luo, knows Jiao Luo's strength well, but it is worth going all out.

Jiao Luo looked at Li Xian and let out a long breath, and stabilized the murderous intent in his heart. He understood that the state of mind is extremely important for a master against the enemy. Before it even started, half of it was lost.

Eyes opened suddenly, and the black and deep eyes flashed with a jingle. Jiao Luo threw six iron objects like arrows from his sleeves. Looking carefully, several iron arrows were of different lengths and sizes, seemingly transparent and inconspicuous. Transparent, there are faint flames flying in the skin, the color changes, and there is a cold murderous intent in the coquettishness.

With a loud shout, Jiao Luo stretched out his palms, and then shook them in a circle. His inner strength was like a large lake filled with flood water when a mountain torrent erupted. Suddenly, the embankment of the lake collapsed, and the flood rushed out. Under the guidance of Jiao Luo's internal force, they all floated around Jiao Luo. In terms of momentum alone, Jiao Luo's speech was indeed shocking enough.

Li Xian was a little surprised that Jiao Luo was holding six holy fire orders by himself at the moment, but after the surprise, he was calm. In his opinion, Jiao Luo's ability to beat himself was due to the fact that the Mingjiao people had consumed too much of his internal energy. And at that time, Jiao Luo lost the love in his heart, and he was completely irrational in the explosion, like a lunatic. In the end, due to too much internal energy consumption, he could not stop, and the Mingjiao disciples were staring at him. Li Xian finally decided to give up attacking Mingjiao. He left immediately, if it was really his heyday, he really didn't take Jiao Luo seriously.

And the self at this moment is completely different from ten years ago, with a long laugh, he stepped on the fallen leaves on the ground, climbed slowly at a very strange speed, appeared in front of Jiao Luo's eyes in the blink of an eye, and then did not stop at all , approaching Jiao Luo, only to see a white shadow flashing, blue light like lightning, this kind of sword technique is weird and unpredictable, Murong Fu's eyes are full of surprises, this Li Xian's attack is too fast, like lightning , like thunder, without any warning in advance, it is really terrifying.

All of a sudden, Li Xian dragged out afterimages like butterflies piercing through flowers, which made it hard to figure out. The silvery white soft sword in his hand stabbed towards Jiao Luo. The speed of the strike was unbelievable. After more than ten sword strikes in a row, Jiao Luo's eyes tightened, but he was amazed at Li Xian's weird and unpredictable swordsmanship. However, Jiao Luo was not slow, as soon as he stepped on the ground and pushed with both palms, the six sacred fire orders kept firing. Spinning around Jiao Luo's sound, facing Li Xian's swordsmanship, the Holy Fire Token, under Jiao Luo's control, rotated impermeably, flicking around, without any flaws in the whole body.

Li Xian is not worried either, it is not once or twice that he has fought against Jiao Luo, one time is useless, and he doesn't take it to heart, his figure is like a ghost, like a ghost, erratic, like a light smoke, dodging Jiao Luo's sacred fire order Attack, Murong Fu on the side really saw the attack of the two of them for real, Li Xian's sunflower was full of true energy, and his swordsmanship was even more superb, strange and unpredictable. Electricity, slow as a tortoise swimming, but the sacred fire order beside Jiao Luo is like a tortoise shell, protecting it airtight, while resisting it, it will return a slap with a backhand, and the two of them are inseparable for a while People have the upper hand.

Surrounded by the holy fire order, Jiao Luo closely followed Li Xian's speed, like a shadow, every time Li Xian stabbed a sword, he would count his own position, so he couldn't stop using the holy fire order martial arts, transforming six holy fires in a row Ling's martial arts made it difficult for Li Xian to gain the upper hand.

The tens of probing moves between the two of you coming and going was officially over, and Li Xian smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Drink, get it up for me!" With a flick of the silver-white soft sword, the point of the sword was pointed on the torch in Jiao Luo's hand, and a He spun around and kicked Jiao Luo with one foot. Jiao Luo slapped the holy torch in his hand and sent him flying. , appeared in the sky above Jiao Luo, the silver-white soft sword in his hand flashed with blue light, the sword's shadow came and went without a trace, his figure was curved and straight, changing in many ways, and his swordsmanship was getting faster and faster, with Jiao Luo's eyesight, Only a few strands of blue light could be vaguely seen flashing by, the end was unpredictable.

Regarding this, Jiao Luo knew that the naked eye could not keep up with Li Xian's sword speed, so he closed his eyes directly, using his ears as his eyes, and his heart to control the holy fire order. As soon as his ears moved, he felt Li Xian's soft sword stabbing from the left, and immediately turned his right hand , the holy fire order turned in Jiao Luo's hand, and slapped Li Xian's soft sword. Li Xian's change of move was also swift, one step to the left, one step to the right, and lightly turned to Jiao Luo's back like a ghost, the soft sword in his hand was like a spirit Like a snake spitting out letters, the strange sword energy swung out one after another converged into a waterfall in the blink of an eye.

Knowing that Li Xian's move must be extremely powerful, he didn't dare to underestimate it. Jiao Luo's six sacred fire tokens merged into one, and his internal energy poured out like a flood. A hissing sound sounded, and Jiao Luo and Li Xian flew upside down, but at this moment, Jiao Luo only felt a slight pain in his left cheek, and a few drops of blood slowly dripped on Murong Fu's surprised expression. It dripped down Jiao Luo's face.