A true master of swords can seize the fortune of heaven and earth!

Zha Na naturally did not reach that level, but his sword was not something that ordinary people could resist. He was quick and ruthless and swearing to kill the cult emperor!

Get closer, get closer.

The cult still had no intention of avoiding or drawing a sword. Just as the horse was about to hit his body, the moment the sword was about to hit his head. He finally moved, but he still didn't draw a sword, but punched him.

Yes, he held the snake sword horizontally and punched the horse in the head.

In itself, the Daiqin family is the animal husbandry king of the Qingmeng Prairie. They raise thousands of horses at home. Every year, he has to select some horses and hand them over to Hu Chier. After strict training, it is the war horse of the Qingmeng Iron Cavalry. The horse of Zana is not a sweat-blooded BMW, but it is also selected from thousands of people. Whether it is endurance, reaction ability, toughness, etc., it is top-notch.

Every day, Zana feeds the horses himself, and even sleeps with them.

He has merged with the horse.

Such a fierce horse flew out like a bombardment of artillery shells and fell to the ground with a bang. The horse flipped over, and naturally the knife that slashed out could not be chopped out again, and it also fell to the ground. At this moment, slashed out an unprecedented crisis, and didn't even look at it, rolling on the ground.

"ah……"

He felt a chill in his lower abdomen, and the snake sword had penetrated deeply into his body. He looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, and wanted to struggle but couldn't move at all. Because his body seemed to be nailed to the ground by a nail, the energy in his body was quickly lost.

At the same time, he saw the blood on his body almost at a speed that could be seen by his naked eyes. He followed the snake sword and sucked away the fire-like gem on the sword bit by bit. The gem was even more beautiful, as if it was about to drip blood, emitting a demonic glow.

This scene shocked everyone present, and they opened their mouths wide and their eyes were filled with horror.

"Overbial ability!"

The cult king drew out the snake sword, and a stream of blood shot out. He opened his eyes with anger and finally stopped moving.

With one punch and one sword, he killed Zana.

He was a master in the middle stage of the legend, and under the hands of the cult emperor, he was simply vulnerable.

The cult glanced at Daiqin, Huang Shalang and others, and sneered: "Come on, it's your turn."

"Damn next door, I'll kill you."

Watching his son betrayed the sword of the cult within one move, Daiqin could no longer hold it back. He turned over and jumped off the horse's back, waved the green sword, and pounced on the cult.

The cult emperor sneered. When Dai Qin approached, he swung the snake sword and swept across it like a big knife. When the sag of the bent snake sword happened to jamm the blade of the Qingmeng Knife. Dai Qin was about to swing the knife again, but the cult emperor flipped his wrist and a powerful energy that was as good as a flood and beast instantly swept up along the Qingmeng Knife.

Abandoning the knife? Dai Qin, without the knife, is definitely not a match for the cult.

Resist? Just relying on one's own cultivation level, one will definitely not be the opponent of the cult.

Dai Qin had no choice but to let go, and took out a green dagger from his waist and stabbed it hard into the cult's lower abdomen. The cult swept the snake sword again, and the green Meng knife stuck in the sunken actually took off the sword like an arrow, and shot it quickly as the cult.

What are the ways of playing these, both weird and weird.

Puff! Daiqin never dreamed that this would be the case. He was hit by a knife. His Qingmeng knife stabbed into his own body. At this moment, the Qingmeng dagger in Daiqin's hand was less than two inches away from the cult's chest. Then, he saw that his body was getting farther and farther away.

His neck was cut off by the cult's sword.

Fly, fly again.

Dai Qin saw a blood arrow jumping out of his neck. Finally, his head fell to the ground and went far away. Dai Qin finally lost the consciousness of human beings and followed Zana.

One punch, one sword, kill Zana.

With one sword, another sword, Dai Qin killed again.

Huangsha Wave has been traversing the Qingmeng Prairie for so many years. What kind of strangeness has never been seen before, and what kind of ups and downs have never been experienced? At this moment, he really scared the cult and asked stutterly: "What kind of sword are you using?"

"Blood-devouring sword!" The cult emperor also showed a hint of respect when he looked at the sword, and said proudly: "This sword is a holy object that can swallow human blood."

"ah?"

How can a person survive if he loses blood? Huang Shalang suddenly shouted: "Kill, kill them for me, avenge Daiqin and Zanna, and fight!"

Only then did these Green Meng Iron Cavalry recover and rushed over with their sabers one by one, while Huangshalang turned around and ran away without any hesitation.

The cult emperor smashed a horse with one punch, which was extremely lethal. But now it was a situation of group fight. Lin Kuotai also shouted, Dafan, Lin Xiongzi, Lei Yaoyang, Tule and others all rushed forward. This was simply a massacre. These Qingmeng Iron Cavalry had already been scared and could not withstand the offensives of Dafan, Lin Xiongzi and others.

One after another, they rolled down from the horse's back and fell into a pool of blood.

Lin Kuotai didn't rush up, he whipped his horse to chase Huangshalang.

One escapes, the other chases.

Both of them have been living in the Qingmeng Grassland for most of their lives, and their riding skills are very exquisite. After running like this for a while, there is a vast white area around them, and even the personal shadow cannot be seen.

The more he ran, the more he became, the more he was in agitation and annoyed.

In the Qingmeng Prairie, who doesn't know the yellow sand waves that "yellow sand rolls up thousands of layers of waves"? Before, when others heard his name, they would be frightened and fled. But now, he actually asked Lin Kuotai to chase him like a broken dog, which was really embarrassing to his grandma's house.

Without Huo Qing, Huang Laoxie and others here, he was still afraid of Lin Kuotai? When Huang Shalang was so slightly distracted, he felt a strong wind rushing. This was a natural reaction in danger for a long time. Huang Shalang turned over and pressed his body against the horse's belly, barely avoiding the arrow.

"Lin Kuotai..." Huang Shalang held back the war horse, stared at Lin Kuotai who was rushing up, and shouted: "You have the will of throwing the bow and arrow down, let's fight one by one."

"One-one fight? Haha, do you think I'm afraid of you?" Lin Kuotai laughed and put the bow and arrow on the horse's back. He grabbed the Qingmeng Knife, jumped to the snow, and shouted, "Come on."

"You are seeking death!"

Huang Shalang also turned over and jumped off the war horse, grabbed the long sword, and rushed towards Lin Kuotai.

Lin Kuotai took off the Qingmeng Knife and drew a long straight line on the snow. When he got closer, the Qingmeng Knife picked up a ball of dead grass and snowflakes and flew towards the Huangsha Wave. This must be impossible to hurt the Huangsha Wave, just to charm Huangsha Wave's eyes.

For most of his life, Huangshalang lived a life of blood licking from a knife. He came from life and died, and had experienced too much. He closed his eyes and didn't even look at it. He raised Lin Kuotai's lower abdomen with a backhand.

With this knife, even if Lin Kuotai could split the yellow sand waves in half, the yellow sand waves could still open Lin Kuotai's intestines and break his stomach.

Fight for life with your life!

"So cruel!"

Lin Kuotai shouted loudly, and his body tilted to the side. Huang Shalang took advantage of the momentum. The long sword was like a long stream of the East China Sea and launched a continuous attack. One sword was as fast as a sword, and one sword was as tight as a sword. In itself, Huang Shalang was good at this kind of fast sword. No matter how fast he was, he wanted to pierce Lin Kuotai's body with one sword.

When! When! When! When! When!

Lin Kuotai continuously blocked Huangshalang's attack, but had to step back. This made him secretly complain. In terms of cultivation, the two people are not much different. However, now he is using his own shortcomings to attack Huangshalang's strengths, and he must have suffered a loss.

One is good at opening and closing, and the other is good at fast swords. Who is better?

Sneer, Lin Kuotai's lower abdomen opened a hole for the sword, and blood immediately flowed out. This trace of pain also aroused the anger in Lin Kuotai's heart. He gritted his teeth suddenly, and he didn't even look at the sword that was stabbed by Huangshalang, and then slashed it out with one slash.

Again, fight for your life!

A grim smile flashed across Huang Shalang's mouth, but he didn't dodge or avoid it, and the sword stabbed forward again.

The brave one wins when they meet on a narrow road, and it depends on who is more cruel now.

He did not avoid it, and Lin Kuotai did not avoid it. The two of them stabbed me, and I chopped you and killed each other. Just when the blade was less than two inches away from Huang Shalang's head, Huang Shalang's sword tip had already stabbed Lin Kuotai's chest. As long as two inches ahead, they could pierce Lin Kuotai's heart. However, Huang Salang must have to let Lin Kuotai slash.

asshole!

Huang Shalang finally gave up the offensive and took two steps back.

"Haha, Huangshalang, are you so afraid of death?"

Lin Kuotai immediately swung his sword and launched an attack, one by one. There were no fancy moves, just sweeps, vertical chops, and oblique slashes... Such a simple move, he killed Huangshalang repeatedly and retreated.

In terms of weapons, the Qingmeng Sword is definitely heavier than the long sword and is more conducive to killing.

When he fought head-on, Huangshalang could not beat Lin Kuotai at all. If he wanted to fight back, Lin Kuotai wouldn't even look at it, but just slashed and killed him in two pieces. This was clearly a way to kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred on his own. However, it worked very well against Huangshalang because he cherished his life.

One knife, one knife.

One step, one step.

The two of them drew a long straight line on the snow. The more Lin Kuotai fought, the more he became, the more frustrated the yellow sand waves fought, and felt restricted, and they all had the urge to vomit blood.
Chapter completed!