Chapter 63 Dark and Windy at Night

The silver needle is spread out, like a hanging needle curtain, pointing directly to "Ziwei". The air is like a blue, and the flying needles are rippling, just like the girls holding porcelain plates in their hands during the Qixi Festival, "throwing needles to pray for cleverness". The rest of the people are in the air, like a swamp. If you have enough spiritual power, you can't break free.

First, a shirtless man danced a dragon scale knife. The sharpness points to, but it seems to break through the thorns. The blade passes by, and the wind is as strong as the tide. The silver needle suddenly stirred, like straw in the waves, dispersing between breaths, and the space returned to normal.

Xiao Caiwei's skill was broken, spit out a mouthful of blood, and said, "Brother, help..." and Wei Wuzhi slowly retreated.

Rong Hui rushed out and saw that he was the first disciple of the "national chief". The three people behind, with a short blade, wearing a scarf on their heads, holding a long blade in their hands and wearing black clothes, were all Dongying warriors. They couldn't help but feel bitter: "I wanted to pick up 'soft persimmons', but now the soft and hard persimmons came together..." More without hesitation, they waved their left hand and pushed them out with one palm of their right hand. The combination of body and method is a "competition".

The palm was everywhere, and the wind and clouds changed within a hundred feet, gathered into a long rainbow and went straight to the shirtless man. The big man frowned and smiled gidly and was unwilling to show weakness. Hold the knife in your right hand and lift it slowly. Seeing the white rainbow coming, he cut it down with condensation.

The dragon scale knife buzzed gently, and the treasure light was shining, absorbing the aura of all directions. The knife swings out, like a white rainbow, competing against each other. The flying rainbow collided, and the momentum was stirred, and the "rumbling" exploded three times in a row.

The reiki exploded and turned into a round of sun. As far as the anti-shock can reach, Rong Hui is as good as negative, his chest is numb, his arms are stretched out, and his mind is relieved. He withdrew a hundred feet like thunder before he stopped. The qi and blood rolled, and he couldn't help spitting out a turbid breath and secretly admiring: "What a domineering spirit. He is actually a 'refiner'." Frown and hum: "I, I can't twist..."

The qi is moved by the heart, the words follow, the body is straight like a bamboo pole, and bounces back according to the trend. The sky rippled, and the big man was also shaken away dozens of feet away, and the rest of them vomited blood and fell down. What's more ruthless, he waved his left hand, pushed out his right hand, and slapped another "competition".

The wind and clouds change color, and the palm is like a rainbow. The big man took a deep breath and trembling, but his expression was very excited. Raise the knife with both hands, stand up and wave again. The galloping spirit is like a meteor breaking the wind. Under the night of the grassland, the fire was in the sky, and the "rumm" exploded and was about to crack and collapse.

The anti-shock wave, Ronghui's body is like a bamboo branch, thrown back. The big man's knife was used as his chest, and his blood was boiling, and his skin trembled. The eyeball is convex and takes advantage of the situation to fly back. The figure was unstable, and I saw a blue shadow coming out of the oblique thorn. He didn't care and raised his hand and whipped it.

He secretly said that it was not good, so he raised his knife to block it again. The golden bones hit each other, and sparks burst into each other, bringing a Thunderbolt. The big man incarnated as thunder, shot out and went straight into the sky. Rong Hui bounced back like a bamboo pole and smiled when he saw that Bixia had turned into Huang Jijing. Turning his head and seeing Wei Wuzhi holding Xiao Caiwei slowly falling, he quickly chased after him and asked, "Is Sister Xiao all right?"

Xiao Caiwei raised her head and thanked her with a smile, and answered: "I'm fine..."

Wei Wuzhi helped her fall to the river and said with a bitter face, "She has suffered internal injury and stimulated the secret skill to fight so far. She is already weak with qi and blood, and needs to calm down and adjust his breath..." Then he asked Rong Hui, "Brother Li, look, where are we going now..."

When Rong Hui saw that the boundary at the bottom of the river couldn't stay, he rushed in, put away the futon and withdrew the boundary. When drilling out of the water, I had thought about it and immediately discussed with the Chinese people: "The grassland is so big that it is definitely impossible to escape directly. And the longer it takes, the larger their search scope will be, and the more manpower will be spent. In my opinion, the most dangerous place is the safest, and it is better to dive back to the 'unhan mountain'. When this storm passes, we will look for a chance to go out.

Bixia felt feasible and nodded in agreement. Xiao Caiwei was injured and did not object. Wei Wuzhi felt that it was inappropriate and asked tentatively, "They have masters and formations. If we go like this, isn't the target too big..." As she spoke, Xiao Caiwei took out a white jade gallbladder and poured out an elixir. After deep acceptance and straightening out the breath, he regained a little brilliance.

"It's true..." Rong Hui had a headache and looked around. He saw four dying warriors in black in the distance. He calculated his mind, followed the situation, and discussed with everyone: "Isn't that a good cover?"

Everyone will be over and not hesitate to make up for it together, show their magical power, and brand the forbidden law on the warriors in black. Then he embedded them in the floating ice and let the ice float in the water and go downstream. Rong Hui looked at the downstream and breathed: "In this way, as long as they don't make a whole team. In a short time, you will never find that anyone has pretended to be them. He also greeted everyone: "Good black silk, change it..."

Rong Hui and Wei Wuzhi changed their clothes on the spot. Bixia and Xiao Caiwei waved a boundary and changed into black clothes, load-bearing leather belts, tungsten mesh scarves, and soft-soled boots. Finally, with a short blade, tie the storage box containing darts and dark weapons to the outside of the right leg. In a moment, it has been newly dressed.

Rong Hui saw that Bixia's waist was like willows, her legs and feet were round, her legs were curved and exquisite, and her eyes were bright, and she couldn't help poking in her heart: "Tut... witch, you are definitely a witch..." Then she thought, "Is this the person she has changed, or herself?" Suddenly, the cold light flashed and was imminent. It was she who stared anly. She quickly looked away and whispered to everyone, "It's not too late. Let's go!" Under the starry night, by the grassland river, four people looked at each other and smiled. Each has magical power and restrains its breath. Unfold the body and float out to the north.

On the Guangrun River, Liu Feixu stepped on the floating ice, led Tian Meng in his left hand, and danced a three-foot blunt sword in his right hand, fighting with seven or eight warriors in black. Suddenly, the blades hit each other and sparks burst. Zheng-", with a soft sound. The white blade trembled and flew away.

The yellow sword is as steady as a rock, stabbing and shaking to the side. Hula" short blade flew, the blades intersect, sparks bloom, and another roar. A foot away aura collapsed, turned into a wave of air and rumbled like a tide. With both attack and defense, it is the "18 swords".

At the head of the five mountains, Mount Tai is like sitting. Taishan swordsmanship is solid. The young man in black was shaken by the sword. The chest was numb, the qi and blood were boiling, the body was empty, and the body withdrew from a hundred feet. The short blade was blocked, and he recovered and flew back with him.

He was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and he only felt a huge force reaching the palm of his hand. His body trembled, his heart was numb, his qi and blood were agitated, and he retreated ten feet. After spitting out a turbid breath, he knew that his opponent was powerful and would never be bold again. Looking up, he saw the two of them go away on the ice and shouted repeatedly; "Up-"

The seven warriors in black then rushed out and just entered the aura, as if they were shouldered. The qi and blood stagnated, the sword spirit hit, and the chest was hammered. The throat was sweet, and he vomited blood and flew away. Eight people looked at each other in a terrrant. Suddenly, he met a master and only dared to circle around the aura and procrastinate a little.

Taishan 18 sets, tight eighteen, slow eighteen, not tight and eighteen. In a square inch, the fifty-four-style "Taishan swordsmanship" unfolded, opening and closing quickly and slowly, which was really a terrible dragon and snake. As far as the sword is, the strength is intertwined, and it is like grinding like a plate.

"Eighteen Swords" is a unique skill of Mount Tai. Even if Liu Feixu combined with their skills, it is quite reluctant. On the ice in the river, he held Tian Meng in hand and his heart sank straight down: "I am not good at flying away. If I only fight with these guys, how fast it will be! But if the pursuers arrive, I can't beat four hands. At present, I can only fight quickly..." I made up my mind, and the right sword danced more and more anxiously. The sword is threatened, and the wind and clouds converge. Unable to leave the ground, he stepped on the seven stars and ran straight up.

"Five thousand feet on the ground and 18 plates in the earth. You can see it from the poor and see it from the sky. The heavy and exhausting is picturesque, and it is as lonely as a pole. I have a better life, and my bones are still cold on this day. The iceberg was pulled up from the river, and the momentum was forced. The people under the mountain were like a huge mountain, and the qi and blood in the body were condensed, and they could not lift any strength for a moment.

Everyone is working hard, their faces are red and their ears are red, and they can look up to it. Even if they unfold their aura to resist, they can't offset the oppression. Knowing that it is not good, I want to escape, but it is like a swamp. In a moment, the iceberg had grown to ten feet.

Liu Feixu held his sword in his right hand, bowed down, and went straight into the ice. Holding the hilt of the sword, he looked up to the sky and roared. The blade is everywhere, "ding-" with a soft sound. In the sound of thorns, the iceberg cracked inch by inch. The air exhaled, and the wind and clouds surged. It is the last move of "18 swords", "climbing to the sky and roaring".

"The sky gate roars for a long time, and the breeze comes from thousands of miles." The wind is holding it, and the sand flies and stones, like a landslide. The young man in black secretly said "not good", hurriedly danced with a long blade and flew back. Seeing a piece of hard ice hitting, the knife blocked it. The ice blades hit each other, and I only felt a huge force straight through my heart, my arms were numb, and my heartbeat was stagnant.

He was able to stabilize his figure. Fortunately, the ice trembled, the force soared, and another piece of ice hit it. He couldn't hold on any longer, and his throat was sweet, spitting out a mouthful of blood, which was resisted by hard ice. Others are not good at cultivation, even if they do their best, they are like arm as a car. The hard ice scratched, the limbs separated, and the head broke blood.

Everyone thought they would die, but suddenly heard a sneer: "What a good move to roar to the sky..." The voice was long and straight into their hearts. As soon as I was refreshed, I suddenly felt that the wind had stopped, and I saw a dark shadow running from the grassland and rushed to Liu Feixu in front of my breath. The shadow kept going, raised his hand and punched him. It was the "national chief" who kissed

Liu Fei's strength is still weak, and his strength is born from his heart, and he lifts his sword to block it. The sword bones hit each other, "bang-", with a muffled sound. The iron fist trembled slightly, and Liu Feixu and Tian Meng sprayed blood and flew back. They flew a hundred feet together before falling to the ground and spitting blood.

The chief scholar sneered: "The shining light also dares to compete for the bright moon!" With his hands on his back, Shiran came forward and suddenly heard a sneer: "Really..." His heart was slightly cold, and he saw the wind and clouds change in the oblique thorns, and a white rainbow came. Jinfeng is still a hundred feet away from his body, and his momentum has locked the surrounding space, like a mud. Suddenly, he didn't dare to be careless. He hummed, took a step with his left foot and punched his right hand.

The c Rugs stepped on the ground, the earth trembled slightly, and the air shook within a hundred feet. With a punch, it was like thunder, and the aura followed each other and turned into a white rainbow. The flying rainbow at night is just like two meteors, colliding. Reiki explodes, as if the sun rises in the east. Yu Wei spread and the wind swept across, just like a razor. Within ten feet, the sand and stones are rolled up, and the vegetation turns into ashes.