Dajing Sun and Moon

Chapter 217 I want to dominate Xiao Shilong!
I saw Xiao Shilong grabbed Sun Fengwei by his side, and threw towards Xia Houchun under her screams and curses.

bang.

Tianxin wrote down the Tianxin order, like a clapper knocking, knocking out a big bag on Xiao Shilong's forehead.

But what made her eyes shrink suddenly was that instead of being displeased at all, Xiao Shilong grinned grinningly at her, and spit out two words: die.

Immediately, instead of advancing, Xiao Shilong retreated, with a sudden jump backwards, he retracted into the Yunxiao Qingqi.

But Xia Houchun was blocked by Sun Fengwei, after pushing away, he happened to see Xiao Shilong escaping into the Qingqi group.

With a flash of his eyes, he came across the air and landed on Xiao Shilong's saddle.

The surrounding Qingqi looked fierce, and thrust forward with their spears without hesitation.

Xia Houchun put his toes on the ground, stepped on the spear, and jumped into the Yunxiao cavalry camp.

There was a commotion.

Murong Yan's pretty face turned pale: "Brother!"

Guo Rong's eyes were deep, and he seemed to appreciate him, and if he died, he would be born again.

Maybe when things in Youzhou are over, it's time for him to set off.

Shi Chan squinted her eyes, muttering to herself why this guy is out of his mind recently.

Surrounded by layers of light cavalry, Xiao Shilong showed a heroic posture, and waved his big hand, "Stop hiding, surround him and beat him up."

Brush brush.

More than a dozen masters of the Qing Dan realm jumped out, flying over the walls like masters of the rivers and lakes, shuttling between the army formations.

But they walked on war horses and Qingqi, like flying knights, walking high and low, jumping between Qingqi.

Qingqi criss-crossing, golden and iron horses galloping on the battlefield, horses neighing and people looking up, all of them came to slash with knives.

Xia Houchun rushed from left to right, and the Frost Sky Spear swept across thousands of troops several times, knocking dozens of cavalry into the air, and killing more than a dozen horses.

His gaze was like a falcon, searching for Xiao Shilong's figure.

It was too late to say it and then it was too fast, but with the effort of breathing, more than [-] people died under Xia Houchun's gun.

But these people, compared to the mighty [-] Qingqi, are just a drop in the bucket, like a wave falling into the vast ocean, without even the slightest splash of water.

Xiao Shilong sneered: "If you're holding back a car with your arm, you're overestimating your capabilities!"

He turned his head and told the generals beside him: "Don't pay attention to him, first occupy Weizhou City."

Several people solemnly respected each other.

He was about to rein in and leave, when suddenly he felt the cold air on the back of his neck, like a light on his back.

Huo Ran turned around, and saw Xia Houchun raised his eyes, and pointed the Frost Sky Spear at him.

And behind Frost Sky Spear, a scarlet longbow stood.

Xia Houchun actually stepped on the bowstring, his cold eyes were like lightning, and the tip of the spear pointed directly at Xiao Shilong.

At the same time, the surrounding world began to change.

The spiritual energy invisible to the naked eye is like a meandering snake, gathering together at the tip of the Frost Sky Spear.

Xiao Shilong's hairs stood on end, a warning sign appeared in his heart, a crisis of life and death lingered in his heart, his face changed drastically: "You!!"

This offensive actually made him feel threatened.

"Escort! Escort!!"

Xiao Shilong yelled crazily and fled backward desperately.

It turned out that his injury was not healed, otherwise he wouldn't have been hiding behind Qingqi.

Xia Houchun saw at a glance Xiao Shilong's strong outside but capable in the middle, narrowed his long and narrow eyes, and the bowstring hummed loudly.

All around Yunxiao Qingqi's eyes were red, red-eyed, and rushed towards Xia Houchun one after another.

The sound of sword chants sounded.

But a mahogany sword came through the air.

Sunder two hundred.

For the first time, Guo Rong, the successor of Taoyuan's sword-killing sword, showed his glory.

It was the first time for him to prove the Tao by killing, showing his natal killing sword.

His sword robe fluttered and fell beside Xia Houchun, his eyes sparkling.

The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, raging on the battlefield, and it is invincible.

But at this moment, a cold snort sounded.

A series of spiritual nets emerged in the surroundings, operating in a mysterious formation, covering Xia Houchun and Guo Rong.

In the eight directions of the spiritual web like a spider web, there is a master of the Qingdan realm standing on each side.

Outside the formation, an old man in Taoist robes was holding a gossip mirror, without looking at Xia Houchun, staring at Guo Rong, and said word by word: "It turns out to be the remnants of the Sword Sect, no wonder!"

Guo Rong raised his head, his eyes were calm, and he showed indifference amidst the vicissitudes of life. He said slowly: "Thirty years of reincarnation, when my sword sect was destroyed by your Taoist conspiracy and tricks, now the sword is born by chance, and it is my way to kill the sword Reappear the sun!"

The old Taoist was furious: "Wishful thinking!"

Immediately, his old face collapsed, and he said with displeasure: "Now you are the turtle in the urn, if you are wise, you should be caught obediently. Maybe it is not easy for the suzerain to take pity on you, Jianzong, and allow you to save a ray of incense."

Guo Rong's eyes were calm, and he said slowly: "Jianzong and Daomen, if you don't die, you will never stop."

Click.

Above the sky, a thunderbolt suddenly descended from the blue.

Everyone was shocked.

The old Taoist's face darkened, and he said hello again and again, "Since you remnants of evils don't want to surrender, let's destroy both body and spirit!"

After the words were finished, the gossip mirror in his hand spun crazily, the mysterious aura emanated, and the spiritual net covering the top of his head trembled slightly, and then began to fall.

It was as if a tight hoop was about to fall on Guo Rong's head.

He was happy and not afraid, but turned his head to look at Xia Houchun.

The old Taoist on the opposite side turned his head subconsciously, and saw that the bowstring in Xia Houchun's hand had already been stretched to the full moon, and his aura was extremely terrifying, brewing to the point where it could no longer be added.

"Om!!"

Xia Houchun loosened the string in his hand, and the Frost Sky Spear flew out like a flying dragon.

String more than ten blood gourds.

Like blood-colored flowers of hell, blooming on the battlefield.

There seemed to be an arc of light spreading out from the tip of the spear, and there was a stabbing sound.

More than a dozen muffled hums sounded at the same time.

The spirit net broke at the sound.

The spear moved forward without hesitation, pointing directly at Xiao Shilong who was outside the formation.

Sharp-edged, full of murderous intent.

Xiao Shilong watched coldly and didn't care.

I saw the Frost Sky Spear rushing straight like a beam of light.

But just before the Shuangtian spear stabbed Xiao Shilong, a Taoist robe fell from the sky.

The old Taoist glanced at Xia Houchun faintly: "Go back wherever you should be."

Xia Houchun's pupils shrank, and after seeing Shuangtian Spear tremble with a wail, it turned back backwards.

Shi Chan's eyelids trembled, and he whispered, "If you lift the weight lightly?"

Xuanzong's Taoism is exquisite, and he has learned it a long time ago. Being able to "lift the weight as if it is light" or "lifting the light as if it is heavy" is the embodiment of constantly approaching "Tao follows nature".

He flashed to Xia Houchun's side, and said solemnly to Guo Rong: "This person may be a long-standing old man of Xuanzong, be careful!"

Guo Rong snorted coldly: "It doesn't matter what old age he is, it's just a sword."

hum.

The spear flew back, and Xia Houchun subconsciously reached out and grabbed it.

boom.

The tiger's mouth was split open, and the figure seemed to have been hit hard, coughing up blood and retreating more than ten steps.

Even Shi Chan, who was supporting him, retreated together.

Guo Rong's eyes were heavy, he clenched the mahogany sword, twisted his fingers, and said sharply, "Go!"

Whoosh.

The sword energy is displayed.

There seemed to be thousands of sword qi scattered, like a goddess scattering flowers, even more like a waterfall.

The old Taoist snorted coldly: "I'm stubborn."

He immediately threw out a snow-white whisk, and three thousand strands of snow fell down.

This top-level magic weapon refined from snowy silk can make most Qingdan masters into hedgehogs.

If you look closely, you can find that there seems to be traces of blood remaining in these snow-white dust whisks.

Old and new.

Shi Chan raised his eyebrows, his eyes turned cold, "In the name of the orthodox Taoist sect, if you do evil and crooked things, you are in vain as a monk of the Taoist sect!"

Guo Rong sneered: "What's so strange, isn't this the usual pissing nature of Taoism?"

The old Taoist smiled calmly, and said dismissively: "A poor Taoist can't represent a Taoist school, and a Taoist school is not something you and other people from other sects can talk about."

Xia Houchun looked calmly, tilted his head and asked, "Does Master Guo have a way to defeat the enemy?"

Without turning his head, Guo Rong asked instead, "How dare you borrow a sword?"

Xia Houchun raised his eyebrows with surprise.

The act of borrowing a sword must be someone who is extremely trustworthy, usually a master and apprentice or fellow disciples.

Shi Chan's eyes are complicated, Jian Zong has made up his mind.

Either way, it's better than sharing the same bed with different dreams.

For Xia Houchun, taking over the inheritance of Jianzong also means inheriting his grievances, but for the prince of the dynasty who crossed the river with mud bodhisattva, it is considered that there are too many lice and he is not afraid of itchiness.

The old Taoist groaned with a smile, half a smile but not a smile. The reason why he didn't do anything was just because he was playing with a cat and a mouse mentality.

He never put Xia Houchun in his eyes at all.

Guo Rong raised his eyes, his eyes were serious, and he said slowly: "The one who borrowed the sword is borrowing your body to take over my sword, and Yida will draw the sword out, and it will kill the enemy if it is unsheathed, otherwise the enemy is not dead. hurt."

He paused, and said solemnly: "This sword, if you don't move it out, it will definitely disturb the sky; similarly, the load will be huge."

Xia Houchun was shocked when he heard the words, could this be Jianzong's trump card?
And it's still a way to suppress the bottom of the box?

His mouth was dry and his face changed.

Guo Rong's eyes were deep, and he said softly: "But if you can take on this sword, your understanding of the way of swords will definitely advance by leaps and bounds, and it may even be a step closer."

The old Taoist on the opposite side said with a smile: "I'm afraid I won't be able to leave today, so let's obediently be poor alchemy servants in Haishi."

Xia Houchun's face gradually became serious, and after taking a deep look at Guo Rong, he directly said firmly: "Okay! I will accept this sword."

Guo Rong's expression softened, and after patting Xia Houchun's shoulder, he said softly, "Go."

Xia Houchun was startled when he heard the words, although he was puzzled, he didn't ask any further questions.

He bandaged his wrists, held the mountain gradually green, stepped forward, glanced at Xiao Shilong who was watching coldly, "The battle between you and me is not over yet, you can't escape."

Xiao Shilong obviously wouldn't show off his bravery, he sneered coldly: "If you have the ability, just charge over here."

Xia Houchun raised his eyes, his eyes seemed to be in a trance.

There is the tomb of heroes outside Shuozhou City, and there are broken limbs and arms all over the ground outside Yanmen Pass, and there are also pieces of meat and blood all over the ground.

There is nothing like this in purgatory on earth.

But in the end, all the memories are gathered on the new tombs arranged vertically and horizontally.

Those are soldiers who died in battle.

Xia Houchun drew his sword silently.

He started charging.

Yunxiao Qingqi closed the encirclement circle, hunting Xia Houchun constantly.

His body was already covered in cuts and bruises.

He cut Yunxiao Qingqi under his horse time and time again.

But at the same time, his body was already covered in cuts and bruises, and the scars spread all over his back like criss-crossing spider webs.

Blood stained the red robe again.

Xiao Shilong's eyes turned cold, and he shouted: "Stop him."

The old Taoist is as immobile as a mountain.

Xiao Shilong was extremely dissatisfied.

But this time, Xia Houchun and others decided to complete their work in one battle.

Always one hit kill.

Clang.

The mountain is getting greener and trembling, the sword is chant, and the wind is surging.

Xiao Shilong grinned, as if he was watching an overpowered ant challenging the giant dragon in the sky.

But at this moment, Feijian Mountain in Xiahouchun's hand suddenly accelerated, and with lightning speed, he bypassed the old Taoist priest and approached Xiao Shilong.

He suddenly changed color: "Damn it!"

Just trying to escape.

At this moment, a immobilization technique fell.

There was a momentary delay.

But just this one moment.

With a bang, a long sword pierced Xiao Shilong's body from behind.

He turned around in disbelief: "You!"

The person on the back is Shen Guangyin.

At this time, Xia Houchun's flying sword had landed.

He will take the head of Xiao Shilong.

(End of this chapter)