At this time, Zhou Chenghui took the opportunity to slash the long sword in his hand to the ground. Using the tip of the long sword as the fulcrum, he leaned forward and avoided the knife behind him. At the same time, he used force to kick his wrist and kicked up with both feet. Following behind Zhu Li's long sword, an extremely beautiful two-rotation kick hit Zhu Li's chest that had just turned around and turned toward him.

One of the two is a powerful general on the battlefield who has experienced life and death, and the other is a peak dead soldier who hides in the darkness and harvests many lives. Their battles are all based on attacks, and often only a slight slightest can determine life and death.

The falling snow in the sky seemed even more rioting. The snowflakes lingered around the two of them were not only the falling snow in the sky, but also the snow that they fought desperately, kicked and sprinkled.

The snowflakes are no longer complete, and snow chips are spreading into a ball. If you don’t have enough eyesight, you can hardly see the two of them.

In the world covered with silver, two figures are as sharp as dragons and as flying flowers. Between them, they have a sense of magnificence and violent beauty.

The shrill cold wind is mixed with endless roars, the falling snow is mixed with the splashing snow.

For a moment, snowflakes were dancing and figures were floating. I could no longer tell the difference. After a few rounds of fights between the two, only the sound of the two swords fighting with each other, and the sound of the two swords fighting came like a bamboo tube, indicating that they were in full swing.

The battle lasted for nearly half a month, and the two still had a fierce battle without stopping. The murderous aura was soaring. The evaporated cold air on their bodies had already spread out water vapor, snowflakes, and water mist were intertwined, hazy and violent.

The flowers are gradually fascinating, and the snow is more likely to cover your eyes.

The earth is white and the jade branches are falling in the luster of the blue branches, and blood is gradually bursting out, which is sad and cold, steaming and magnificent.

Zhu Li took advantage of Zhou Chenghui's eyes narrowing slightly and trying to listen to the wind to defend himself, and swung his sword, and stabbed Zhou Chenghui directly in the chest like a running arrow. When Zhou Chenghui noticed the sound of the wind, it was too late. In a hurry, he had only time to avoid the vital points. His left shoulder was instantly penetrated by Zhu Li's ruthless sword.

In the pain, Zhou Chenghui was so angry that he didn't frown and was hit by a knife on his shoulder. He didn't care at all. The bee's waist moved slightly, and a soft sword on his waist popped out. Almost the moment Zhu Li stabbed him, the popped out soft sword suddenly stretched straight. Zhou Chenghui used the sword to take the sword, stabbed it out, and headed straight to Zhu Li's throat.

The soft sword stretched straight and rushed like light, and the speed was extremely fast. Zhu Li had only time to tilt her head, and the soft sword pierced her towards his neck. Such a sinister sword made Zhu Li sweat in a cold sweat.

Avoiding the fatal blow, Zhu Li quickly wanted to draw his sword and retreat, but Zhou Chenghui was willing to give up. The soft sword fell into nothing. He ignored the blood that was gushing like a spring on his left shoulder. He stabbed the soft sword in his hand with a crossed mouth and followed the opportunity to take the opportunity to cut off Zhu Li's head.

After a glance at the other party's gesture, Zhu Li knew what the other party wanted to do. In desperation, Zhu Li instantly stretched out her empty left hand and grabbed it on the soft sword. Regardless of the bleeding palm, she forced the other party's soft sword to be unable to move.

The two separated, Zhou Chenghui covered his injured left shoulder, and Zhu Li directly waved his knife to cut off a piece of clothing, quickly wrapped it around her left hand, and then looked at each other.

"Your Excellency, you are scheming." Zhu Li glanced at Zhou Chenghui coldly and spoke gloomyly.

"Hmph" Zhou Chenghui snorted coldly when he heard this, while wrapping the soft sword again

At the waist, he reached out to find a thin white cloth strip, which was wrapped around the wound as if no one was around, and then he said coldly: "I am a dead soldier. Between you and me, you either die or I die. In my opinion, this is just an ordinary method."

When Zhu Li heard this, she frowned slightly. The other party had never exposed the soft sword from the beginning, which made him think that the other party was a swordsman. It was not until the time when one blow was sure to kill, that Zhou Chenghui used the soft sword. It was a deadly sword. If the sword came out, it would definitely show blood and return without blood.

If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have died here today. It was too sinister. Zhu Li was still a little scared when she thought of the thrilling scene just now.

After treating each other a little, they started fighting again, but this time, Zhu Li had an advantage, and Zhou Chenghui's injuries were much heavier than him. Continuing to fight was obviously beneficial to him.

Sure enough, in less than half an hour, Zhou Chenghui could only resist with no strength to fight back. Seeing that victory was in sight, Zhu Li quickly passed by, and one knife was as fierce as a knife.

"when"

The two swords fought again, Zhu Li swung the opponent's long sword with one sword, Zhou Chenghui opened his empty door and his face was pale. At this time, it was time to kill the opponent and pay tribute to the heroic spirit of the ghost guards. Zhu Li was naturally not polite, and swung his sword with all his strength, striving to kill with one blow.

"call out"

"Ding, ding, ding..."

Suddenly, a murderous aura came from behind him, a sound of a powerful weapon piercing through the air, and a sound of a sharp blade shattering and bursting snowflakes.

When he noticed these, Zhu Li's expression was shocked and he couldn't help but secretly shouted that there was a master in the secret. However, at this time, he had already swung his long sword, and it seemed too late to return to help. With his feelings, Zhu Li's body immediately turned sideways and tried his best to avoid the part locked by the murderous intent.

"Puchi"

As a powerful weapon entered his body, Zhu Li suddenly felt a coldness on her left shoulder, and then a stinging pain. Although he had tried his best to dodge, he still did not avoid the attack from the person.

Without caring about checking the trauma, Zhu Li turned around and pulled her left shoulder out of the sharp weapon, jumped to the side, then turned around and saw a figure like a fairy-like bone-like man came into her eyes.

The man said that he was so handsome, with gray robe flying, snowflakes everywhere in the sky, and snow was not touching.

This is a Taoist, with long eyebrows and long beards, extraordinary, floating and ecstatic, and righteous.

The Taoist had a sword in his hand, and the sword had been unsheathed, the green edge was sticky red, the snow turned cold, and the little red on the tip of the sword was Zhu Li's blood.

He just stood there, and the bitter aura that surged on his body was like a violent mountain torrent, surging towards Zhu Li.

The Taoist looked at Zhu Li, with no sadness or joy in his eyes, and a clear voice suddenly sounded: "Heaven can still forgive evil, but he can do evil, but he cannot live; Zhu Li, the creature who died unjustly in Xiasui states, has come to collect debts."

Zhu Li frowned and took the opportunity to slash a piece of clothes with a knife again, quickly wrapped it around her left shoulder, and said coldly: "Who are you?"

When the Taoist heard this, he looked indifferent and said lightly: "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that next year is your day of worship."

"Hahaha, the Taoist priest is right. Since the Taoist priest is also here to hunt Zhu, if the Taoist priest kills Zhu, what does it matter if he knows who the Taoist priest is? However, if the Taoist priest dies at Zhu's hands, if he is as slutty as you, Zhu doesn't know who you are, and he will be even more unrestrained.

So-called.”

Zhu Li was angry. This old Taoist looked so despicable. When he was doing things, he was so despicable. He didn't even say anything, and he suddenly hit him, almost killing him. It would be unhappy whoever put this matter on him.

Facing Zhu Li's reprimand, the Taoist seemed to be unwilling to care. For some reason, he sighed: "I am from Yanshan. I am an idle person. I don't intend to kill animals. But the master's fate is difficult. I blame you for committing too many sins, which attracted the attention of my family teacher."

When Zhu Li heard this, her face looked ugly. Someone actually accused him of committing too many sins in person. He didn't know why. What else could he do if he was so inexplicable? He could not do anything except to have a dark face and calm response.

The Taoist was very strong, and his momentum was even stronger than Zhou Chenghui. Facing this person, Zhu Li bowed her waist and was fully alert, and did not dare to slack off, for fear that every trace of negligence might become a fatal flaw.

When he saw Zhu Li silent, the old Taoist thought that the other party was ashamed and had no choice but to say anything, and did not want to continue dragging it down. He waved his long sword, and his sword was like light, flying towards Zhu Li without mercy.

Facing this sudden bull's nose, Zhu Li didn't dare to be careless at all. Don't forget that there was another Zhou Chenghui next to him. Although he had no power to fight back just now, who knew if he had any other means?

The sword light suddenly appeared, and the sword light shone brightly in the sky. Zhu Li was not discouraged at all. She followed the sword, and the sword broke through the sky, and she bravely met the old Taoist.

The old Taoist is definitely better than Zhu Li and Zhou Chenghui, and Zhu Li is seriously injured. Although he simply bandaged the wound in a hurry, when he fought with someone, the wound would continue to crack, blood was spreading, and it still overflowed.

"when"

The swords and swords intersected, and Zhu Li swung the opponent's long sword with one sword. The sword attacked continuously, and the sword wind blended silently, avoiding countless snowflakes and crossing the vacuum between them, like a thunder flashing in the sky, as fast as a shocking fog, and heading straight to the other's throat.

Facing Zhu Li's sharp sword, the Taoist was calm and as stable as a rock. Seeing that the sword was about to make a contribution through his throat, he saw that his figure was swaying, and his whole body suddenly turned into a bend of willows in the breeze. His body was like a ripples in a small lake, just a sway, as if it was slow and fast, and lightly avoided Zhu Li's peak sword.

Avoiding the killing moves, the Taoist kept stomping on the ground with one foot, and raised his body, like a flying swallow in the clouds. He swept out with one sword, splitting light and shadows, stabbing Zhu Li's vital body, real and real, real and empty, and it was impossible to tell which sword was a real move, which sword was a virtual move.

The sword fell into nothing, Zhu Li's face calmed down, her body kept pounced forward, and her wrist moved, and the long sword spun, using the sword as a spear, suddenly appeared, and instantly flew like a screen, and it was difficult to penetrate.

"Dang, dang, dang..."

Several sounds of attack were fleeting, and the old Taoist's superb sword skills still failed to pierce the rotating sword curtain, so naturally they could not shake Zhu Li in the slightest.

Looking at the old Taoist, with the help of the sword-to-sword attack, he jumped up again, flipped his body in the air, spiraled like an eagle, and rose to the highest point with the eagle's attack in the sky. Then he immediately took a sharp turn and fell down. A sword fell into the sky, as fast as a meteor, stabbing towards Zhu Li's head.
Chapter completed!