Chapter 360 Dog blood, see dog blood

The "anti-pit" of the trench harvested unexpected results, and hundreds of Jindan monks rushed to the stage and launched a tragic wheel battle against Xiong Haiwei.

Although few people can survive three moves, Xiong Haiwei is so stuffy that he wants to spit out old blood. At this time, every loss of spiritual power is fatal!

What's more, these guys really took out the bottom of the box, and there is a risk that they will be overturned to the ground even if they are a little slack. In this way, they have played more than 60 games with 300 percent of their spirit, which can be regarded as completely scared back these deadly guys.

Before Xiong Haiwei breathed a sigh of relief, the trouble came. Baihua Valley, which had been silent, finally began to act and jumped onto the stage without trace.

This time, when they came here, Baihua Valley did not have much interest in the inheritance of the Purple Day. They invited Yue, Lian Xing and Wumu, the last three people in Baihua Valley, who only wanted to do two things.

First, kill ten thousand poisons for revenge.

Second, kill all those who take action against the disciples of Baihua Valley and avenge them.

Like other sects of the ten sects of martial arts, Baihua Valley also entered the ruins of the Gold Coast in batches. In addition to the elite team led by Yue and Lian Xing, there were also four waves of disciples entering the ruins in succession.

Up to one of these disciples died in the hands of the sea clan, and the remaining 90%, as many as 100 people, were captured and humiliated to death by human monks.

Inviting Yue and Lianxing, two ten-year-old virgins, forgot the nature of men after the wound healed. Today, thousands of years later, I just hazyly remember the fact that men are not good things, but I can't remember the moral degradation and human nature distortion of men when they attack the heart.

Hundreds of disciples were humiliated to death one by one. As the head of the palace, she personally nodded the invitation to guard the palace sand on each disciple's arm. When she received the heartbreaking pain, her hatred for men also reached an uncongruent level.

Moreover, there is direct evidence that a 12-person team lost contact after encountering the Longevity Team, and the new hatred and old hatred were assigned.

"Men are dirty and don't deserve to fight with me. Only you, and a few people who are not so dirty, are qualified to let me take action.

That's what the invitation moon said before he came to power.

So, Wuhen came on stage, and he didn't know what he was doing. Is it to acquiesce in the very feminist statement of inviting Yue, or to prove the meaning and value of your existence with practical actions?

It seems that the two are essentially the same.

"Murder pays for life, blood pays for blood." The invitation moon stood there quietly, exuding a traceless indifference.

Xiong Haiwei gasped and looked at this little white face, which was tenderer than a woman. For a moment, he sneered, "You'd better step down. I'm afraid you can't hold on three or two moves. At that time, you will expose the fact that you were invited to the moon and Lian Xing to dry."

"If you insult my teacher, you should kill!" Wuqi gritted his teeth, with a bang, and the long sword came out of its sheath.

Xiong Haiwei didn't care much and continued to laugh: "Everyone knows that your two masters don't seem to eat human fireworks, but in fact, they are * in their bones, specializing in destroying families. In the imperial era, they are going to be immersed in pig cages!"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole audience was in an uproar. * the monks inquired about the story. A few people who knew the truth also looked embarrassed, and there was some pity in their eyes looking at the invited moon.

Inheriting Manman's gossip spirit, Su Han smelled a smell, turned his head with great interest and said, "Yi Lao, is there any story in it?"

"Ye." Yi Ya's face is not very good, but he still tells the sad and beautiful story of that year.

The story takes place more than 100 years ago. At that time, Yiya was not born, and the pattern of the Blood Moon Continent is the same as it is now, but the Jishui Sect was not on the verge of extinction at that time.

Inviting Yue and Lian Xing are not as cold and ruthless as they are now, or the two young people at that time, like ordinary girls, longing for a beautiful love.

On that day, Yue invited a group of sisters to go to Jinge City to buy daily necessities. They met a group of robbers in the mountains. They were beaten three or two times and had no power to fight back. They were about to be robbed to be Mrs.

At this time, a monk was killed in the distance, easily got rid of the robber, and helped the moon who fell to the ground.

Like all dog-blooded stories, the first eye contact of the hero and heroine of the story burst out a spark of love, innocently invited Yue to fall in love with this savior-like man and fell in love.

Looking at the appearance of inviting the moon now, although it is cold and ruthless, it is as inviolable as an iceberg goddess. You can imagine the pure beauty of the girlhood, but no man can resist such a woman. It is logical that a man and a woman stained a white sheet on a dark and windy night.

The next morning, when she woke up, she found a note on her pillow and endured the pain in her heart and lower body. She saw the man's name clearly, Xiong Nan.

In a blink of an eye, seven months, invited Yue to inquire all the way to Changshengtian in the north, found the savior-like man, and also saw his wife and the infant baby.

He has already married and is a married man!

"Yueyue, this is my son. His name is Xiong Haiwei..." Xiong Nan can only deal with this embarrassing reunion with embarrassing words.

Before the invitation moon reacted, the main room of the East Palace suddenly pushed her to the corner of the wall, and the beginning of the incomparable dog blood ended temporarily with a more bloody ending. The invitation moon was almost beaten out of the scope of long life.

From then on, the invitation moon stayed in Baihua Valley. She did not move out of the door and devoted herself to cultivation and regarded all the men in the world as sworn enemies. Soon after, she inherited the position of the owner of Baihua Valley Baihua Palace.

A few more years later, on the day of the thirty-second birthday of the invitation month, she stepped into the realm of martial arts and vowed to kill all the ungrateful people in the world.

Speaking of this, Yi Ya sighed and stopped talking. In the end, he did not continue to speak.

Su Han listened to this dog-blooded story and subconsciously suspected that this was a brain-damaged screenwriter's dog-blooded script. It was too tragic that no wonder it became like this.

However, when you think about it, it seems that Xiong Haiwei is not much better. In terms of seniority, he wants to call Yue a "little mother", then the traceless in front of him is the "brother", and the tragedy of his Xiong family is enough to set a coffee table!

It took Yiya five minutes to tell the story, but there was no fight on the court. One old and one young "brothers" stared with big eyes, and Xiong Haiwei's trick again succeeded, winning some time to breathe by breaking old things.

However, Wuhen was not a fool. When he realized Xiong Haiwei's intention, he put aside the speculation and horror in his heart and launched a fierce attack with a long sword.

Under the Hundred Flowers Valley Gate, no male disciples are accepted. Wuhen is the only exception for hundreds of years. It is to invite the moon to cultivate the world's unscary people. His cultivation is exquisite, superb skills, and extraordinary. A set of seemingly light swordsmanship contains infinite killings. Even the swordszong, who specializes in swords, also smacked after seeing it, smacked. It's amazing.

Chop, chop, pick, stab.

Every blow must be quick, quick, and faster. Such a light and routine swordsmanship does not have much lethality, but it has become a serial death in Wumu's hands. Everyone firmly believes that Xiong Haiwei will die on the spot as long as he has the slightest distraction and will be doomed!

However, Xiong Haiwei's thin camel is bigger than a horse, not to mention a little trick to rest. The recovery of his skills is not only easy to deal with, but also able to fight back more fatally with his claws.

The recruitment is fierce, straight to the point, you come and go, are you so happy?

So, this is the most interesting fight in this martial arts competition so far.

"It's so awesome that I can't see who has a bigger chance to win." Su Han sighed.

Everyone on the side did not dare to take over. Naturally, they could not see what Su Han could not see. Such as Mo Yin disdain to say it, which made this gripping battle tightly grasp everyone's hearts.

"Well, your master is a mistress, just a broken shoe." Xiong Haiwei, who could not be dealt with with strength, began to find ways to disturb the unmarkable state of mind with words.

It can be seen that Wuhen has always been proud of himself under the gate of Baihua Valley, insulting the moon, Lianxing and Baihua Valley, and his heart is confused.

"Your mouth stinks. I want you to shut him forever!" Unexpectedly, he didn't eat this set at all. Instead, he became more and more brave in the war.

Finally, Xiong Haiwei tried his best to condense an unprecedented huge penetrating claw shadow, as big as one person, floating in the air and spinning at high speed, which made people jump.

It seemed that Wumu also realized that this was the last round. Two fingers crossed the sword body, and as a light blue true gas burst, the sword was thrown out by him.

"Facing the claws! Kill!"

Xiong Haiwei's victory was strong, and the traceless victory was at the speed of light, so that he could not shout out the swordsmanship moves, and he weakened out of thin air.

However, in terms of power, the two moves are not far apart. The tip of the needle hit the wheatmang together, and a large sparks rubbed out from the place where the tip of the sword touched the virtual shadow of the penetrating claws, trembled violently and stalemate for a long time.

Or secretly obstructed, or affected by the sea breeze, I don't know why. The penetrating claw virtual shadow and the long sword are very tacitly deflected to the left and right, and the two pass by.

The two people who were still importing Reiki to increase their power were caught off guard and were blown by a lightning-fast blow through the chest, and then flew into the crowd with a sword and claw. The strength weakened the ten * moves were stopped by others, and the martial arts arena regained calm.

No, it is more appropriate to describe it as silence.

Everything was silent, and the snow gently jumped into the entrance, lowered his head and glanced twice, and said in a low voice, "The draw."

There are not many people who are convinced of this answer, but both parties fainted and failed to stand up to prove the facts, so they can only deal with it as a draw.

Then, the snow sword saint turned his head and looked at the direction of the endless sea. The sun is getting closer and closer to the sea level. In another two hours, the sky will be dark. Once the sky is dark, it means the end of order. The night can always infinitely amplify the evil in people's hearts.

Moreover, it is close to the endless sea, and it is possible to jump out of the sea every second, and even the sea monster king! It's better to challenge the sea monster king directly than to wait for so many people to fight one by one.

There is no need to ask for the opinion of the Snow Sword Saint at all. He said in a low voice, "From this moment, to the moment when the blood moon rises, the last person standing on the stage is the winner of this game."

Before the words fell, a young man jumped on the stage, held his fists in his hands and said, "In the sky of Jinge City, please teach me."

"Yunjia." Su Han's eyes lit up and followed Yunxiao's figure. Sure enough, he found the little fat man Yunmao not far behind him.

After a little meditation, Su Han patted the overlord on the shoulder, "Overlord, you go."