Chapter 217
"The Three Heroes of Heaven?"
The three corpses lying on the ground, white hair and youthful face, looked familiar, and were actually famous experts on the rivers and lakes.
The long sword is exquisite and has an orderly texture, and its subtlety can't escape the eyes of Sword Mountain Village.
Zhao Jie's face was distorted, he looked at the corpse in disbelief, and looked towards Guo Fan who was standing with a'knife'.
"Did you kill them?"
"Da..."
Guo Fan went ahead without saying a word.
Walking up a few stone steps, two people again appeared in front of them.
The two are about forty-fifty years old, have white hair on the temples, look exactly similar, and each hold a curved soft sword.
"Heshuo Shuangyi!"
These two people, Zhao Jie and Cui Ying did not know each other, but their weapons came from the Sword Mountain Village.
If the two come to the house, they are like the guests of the villa, and the owner needs to personally entertain them.
"Please advise!"
He Shuo Shuangyi held a sword in a salute, lifted and walked, his face was solemn, and his eyes showed the determination to die.
The two of them took out their swords, the sword light shone, and almost became a curtain of light, airtight, and moved towards Guo Fan under the hood.
"shua!"
The blade light flashed and passed away.
The dark, rudimentary blade slashed through the void, and with just one touch, the sword curtain in front of it was spread out in color.
Guo Fan's complexion remained unchanged, and he moved on.
Behind him.
He Shuo Shuangyi was frozen in place, a flush of brow suddenly appeared on the center of his eyebrows, and his eyes were dead silent.
"Pu Tong!"
The body fell to the ground, causing Zhao Jie and Cui Ying's heart to jump.
Their two pairs of eyes trembled crazily.
"Peerless Sword gate sect master, sword demon, come to learn your master skills!"
Another voice sounded.
Behind more than a hundred stone steps, there is a stone pavilion. There is a person standing in the stone pavilion, with long hair fluttering and a sword hanging from his waist.
I looked up and saw no silhouette. I saw a vicious sword intent standing across the stone steps in the mountains.
Sword Demon!
Zhao Jie's cheeks trembled, and his eyes showed horror.
This name is widely circulated in the arena, representing insidious, cruel, and unprovoked.
It is said that this person committed too many murders when he was young, making everyone in the rivers and lakes at risk. In the end, a holy monk took the initiative to enlighten him.
Although there are few shots nowadays, every time they shot, they are all involved, and no one dares to provoke them.
But the panic in his eyes turned the next moment into incredible belief.
I saw a blade light flashing like a crescent moon, and the sword intent vanished in an instant.
The sword ghost standing in Shiting also fell down!
This...
But there was hope for Innate's existence!
How come?
"Magic...Magic knife."
Cui Ying's trembling voice sounded.
Zhao Jie's heart rushed, only to feel a chill emerge from the tail vertebrae, and instantly rushed into the back of his head.
The body slammed into a shivered.
"He is the town Martial King!"
According to the rumors, the town Martial King is naturally handsome and extraordinary, and even looks a little delicate and feminine.
On the other hand, a cruel and ruthless heart is growing.
A magic knife is even more frightening to kill the heroes of the world.
This...
Isn't that the person in front of you!
Raising his head tremblingly, the person in front has already turned along the stone steps and disappeared on the mountain road.
"Pu Tong!"
Zhao Jie knelt on the ground with soft legs.
"Junior Sister."
"Brother."
At this time, Cui Ying was also panicked, her lovable body trembled lightly, and her cheeks It was pale.
"Let's... let's get out of here."
Zhao Jie stood up from the ground with strong spirits, and walked towards Junior Sister, only to feel soft.
"This is not where we should come."
"en."
At this time, Cui Ying also lost her stubbornness at first, hearing this nodded, we are about to leave.
"hong long long......"
Abruptly.
From the top of the stone steps, there is the sound of rolling mountains and rocks, and countless roars and killing sounds follow closely from behind.
But next moment.
The terrible cry of killing turned into a scream and scream, and the voice was full of unwillingness and despair.
"Go, Junior Sister, let's go!"
When Zhao Jie heard the sound, his face became paler.
"Wait a minute!"
Cui Ying is complexion greatly changed.
"What's wrong?"
Zhao Jie looked puzzled.
"Father!"
"Father is still on the mountain."
Cui Ying is anxious, stomping her feet, ignoring other things, she walks up the stone steps towards the mountain Rushed.
"Junior Sister!"
Zhao Jie panicked and subconsciously followed along.
The two passed by the stone pavilion, stopped, and looked sideways, they saw the corpse of the sword ghost with eyes wide open.
Hey!
My heart was beating wildly, so I didn't dare to look again, turned my head and ran.
Just a few steps away, the scene in front of them stopped the two of them, and their faces were full of horror.
On this long stone-step mountain road, a corpse fell to the ground in all directions.
The rubble was scattered, blood flowed across the ground, and broken blades filled the ground in disorder.
The pungent bloody smell, assaults the senses.
Like a scene of hell!
"gu lu..."
Zhao Jie's throat rolls, and there is no trace of blood on his face.
"Yellow River Seven Jiao, Ecstasy, Misty Rain Sword, Tianlingxing, Nine Fingers Divine Prediction, Laoshan Double Swallows..."
He is also considered experienced and knowledgeable, right Jianghu expert knows a lot, and can better recognize the world's weapons.
Take a glance.
The corpses in front of them are all famous figures in the world, and they are extremely powerful.
Many of them are not inferior to the owner of Sword Mountain.
Now.
Everyone lost their lives here, and some of them had their corpses separated, their bodies in two halves, and they were hideous after death.
Depending on the situation, there are also many traps here, but unfortunately they are completely useless.
"Junior Sister, let's go... let's go?"
Zhao Jie only felt his legs tremble, and looked at Junior Sister pleadingly.
At this time, Cui Ying was also pale, but her eyes were extremely solemn.
"No way!"
"I want to find Daddy, Daddy is still on the mountain."
"This is too dangerous, Daddy can't stay here!"
Mumbling in her mouth, Cui Ying's eyes flashed, she gritted her teeth, and moved towards the mountain with a light effort.
"Junior Sister!"
"Hey!"
Zhao Jie sighed and could only follow.
The more they go forward, the cooler their hearts become.
I don't know how many martial arts experts have been ambushed on the stone steps of this mountain, but now there is no one to survive.
The two of them kept walking and performed light work, but they couldn't keep up with the killing speed of the person in front of them!
Be aware.
The people killed here are not nameless rats. Everyone is a famous figure in the world!
A random person, in front of them is a senior expert, you need to be respectful and polite.
But now...
The scene is terrible!
"Ah!"
"The devil, the devil!"
"He is not a human, not a human!"
lose The roar of one's head out of fear came from above, and the two of them moved in their hearts and rushed hurriedly.
This is a platform.
On the platform, there are corpses everywhere without exception, and the flowing blood also fills the platform.
In the corner, there are a few survivors who have lost their minds this time.
One of them had his legs missing, his face was panicked, his eyes and pupils were wide open, and he kept shouting'demon head' demon head' in his mouth.
"Peng Daxia!"
Cui Ying's eyes lit up, and she rushed over.
"Peng Daxia, can you see my father?"
"The devil, the devil!"
And this Peng Daxia seems to be unable to hear her After questioning, he murmured: "He is not a human, he is not a human!"
"Peng Daxia!"
Zhao Jie is anxious: "You are sober, we are the Sword Mountain Village. People, have you ever seen a master teacher?"
"The demon head, the demon head."
Peng Daxia has a sorrowful smile on his face, his body is crawling on the ground, and he uses his hands to move forward. Go away desperately.
Behind him, blood was flowing on his short legs, leaving two bloodstains behind.
"Everyone will die, they will die!"
The whole person seems to be completely crazy.
"Peng Daxia!"
"Off Sword Mountain Village."
Suddenly, someone whispered.
"senior."
Cui Ying turned her head anxiously and looked towards the other party.
This is an old man with one arm missing, white hair fluttering, not stained with dust, he was also a delicate figure before he wanted to come.
Now...
Without eyes and weak breath, letting myself collapse in a pool of blood is also motionless.
"He was right, everyone is going to die!"
The old man closed his eyes and his face was bitter: "That person..., no, that demon will not let go Passing anyone."
"If you are smart, go down the mountain quickly. Don't make your head anymore. Maybe you still have a chance to survive."
"senior."
Cui Ying said anxiously: "I want to take my father away, do you know where he is now?"
"Filial piety is commendable."
The old man smiled sadly: "It's a pity...it's a pity..."
He struggled to raise the remaining arm and pointed upwards: "He is on it, if you are not afraid of death."
"Go Come on!"
"Go!"
"pu!"
Tone barely fell, which aroused an internal injury, the old man trembled, and blood blurted out.
"Many thanks Senior."
Cui Ying took a halt, gritted his teeth and arched his hands towards the opponent, turned and continued to move towards the mountain and ran away.
Zhao Jie keeps up with himself.
"Idiot, Idiot!"
Behind him, the old man's faint voice came.
"Kill!"
On the stone steps in the mountains, waves of offensives are used. Looking around, the heads are surging and densely packed, seemingly endless.
Guo Fan's complexion was indifferent, his eyes were dark, and the magic knife followed the weak spot one after another of the offensive in front of him.
The knife fell, kill!
No one is spared.
The blade light flashes from time to time, like a sickle harvesting rice, and the people in front of you fall in rows.
Behind him, the body was covered with stone steps.
"Kill!"
"Kill this demon!"
"Fight with him!"
Roar, roar The sound keeps on.
I can hear that the high and fierce voice from the very beginning has now turned into panic and anger.
Everyone, it seems that there is only one blood.
"Bang..."
The offensive ahead suddenly became anxious, and the pressure also doubled.
It seems that this is another platform, but this time there are more and stronger experts.
"Heh..."
The corners of his mouth sneered, and his body trembled.
"shua!"
Thirty Six Paths The blade glow, as thin as a hairspring, swept all over the square instantly, and everything passed by was nothing but cut.
The huge platform instantly became a meat grinder. For a while, I don't know how many people were killed at this moment.
White Tiger Star Slaughter God Sword Gang!
"Ah!"
"The Devil!"
Screams, roars, and horrified shouts sounded again.
The pressure in front of him was suddenly gone.
Going forward again, there has been no interception for a long time.
Until...
"Amitabha!"
The loud Buddha recitation sounded.
The cassocks in front of them danced in the wind, and a dozen old monks appeared on the narrow stone steps.
"The Shaolin monk?"
"Arhat formation!"
Guo Fan's eyebrows drooped and his voice was cold: "It looks like Divine Monk Zhen Hui also broke his promise. At the time."
"Amitabha."
The old monk in front of his head is probably over eighty years old, and his old face is probably an eminent monk of no character.
both of his hands put together, recite the Buddha's name by mouth.
"Lord, I have been expelled from the mountain gate. Whatever I do, I only ask my heart, and Divine Monk can't hold it back."
"Heh..."
Guo Fan chuckled lightly.
"cover one's ears whilst stealing a bell, it's just self-deception that's all!"
"Monk, I can also be regarded as having some connection with Buddhism. If you are to retreat, it is still too late. "
"Amitabha!"
The old monk folded his hands together and danced wildly in his robes.
"Lord, there is a devil in your heart, which is a disaster for the common people. I am waiting to feed the devil with my body, without fear or regret!"
"That's good."
"Since you all seek death with all your heart, let's not blame it!"
Guo Fan nodded, stepped forward.
"Bang..."
There was a shock in front of me.
Eighteen old monks worked together.
The youngest of these old monks are estimated to be over 70 years old, and they are boys, and they are extremely pure and pure in their Inner Strength cultivation base.
Among them, Inner Strength Perfection accounted for the majority.
With the help of the Arhat array, the terrifying aura instantly enveloped the area of ten zhang.
It's like a huge gas mask across the front of Guo Fan.
Its power is so powerful that even people who are far away, their hearts are beating wildly, and they are anxious.
"Okay!"
Even Guo Fan had no choice but to show dignity in the face of such power.
At the moment, the body squatted slightly, and a golden light emerged, wrapping the whole body into a mixed astral qi.
Indestructible Vajra Divine Art Eighth Layer!
"Drink!"
The old monk drank low.
Behind them, the seventeen old monks each took out their palms and transmitted the Inner Strength to one person via Formation.
"Great Hand Seal!"
The old monk opened his eyes angrily, drank from his mouth, raised his hand, and a Great Hand Seal covering several feet appeared out of thin air.
Looking at it from a distance, just like the Buddha Divine Palm, pushing it straight.
A few ten zhangs in a radius, the energy is soaring, the earth trembles, and the towering trees dance frantically.
It's like a hurricane is coming, murky heavens dark earth.
"Okay!"
Guo Fan narrowed his eyes.
Similarly bend the arms to close the punches, and then throws a punch.
Secret Sect Arhat Fist!
Fist out, 90 orifice acupoints all over the body crazily vomiting World's Essence Qi, dantian True Qi also rushed out.
All over the golden light, gather together.
Everything is on the front of the boxer.
"Bang..."
Void trembles wildly.
The huge punch and palm shadow slowly collided.
The earth cracked silently, the hurricane stagnated slightly, and then it trembled wildly, one after another tornadoes poured out one after another.
The core of the collision is constantly roaring and dust filling the sky makes it difficult to see the truth.
Long time.
Guo Fan Shi Shiran's silhouette once again appeared on the mountain road.
In the rear, the mountain collapsed, the rubble rolled down, and the ravines entered, except for the silhouette of the monks.
A hundred steps up again.
Guo Fan stopped.
A hundred meters away, a sharp sword qi has been pushed to the brow, and he has to stop.
"Black Tortoise Seven Sections Formation!"
Looking around, there is another high platform ahead.
On the high platform, thirty-six Taoists stand against the wind, each back carrying a long sword, just from their own point of view.
Taoists are good at self-cultivation, and they look much younger than the previous monks.
But it can also be seen that there is no Taoist here, who is less than fifty years old.
Wudang internal strength is different from other Sects.
Pay attention to have accumulated knowledge and deliver it slowly!
Wudang Sect's younger generation before the age of 20, almost no famous person, only at the age of 30 can he show his talents.
When he was forty years old, Wudang expert was already well-known.
More than half a hundred years old, other Sect's experts have begun to decline, and only Wudang is here to make efforts.
There are so many experts that no one can stop!
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