Invincible little uncle

Chapter 151. 154. The Heavens Don't Open Your Eyes
"Hua Wucheng, since you are poisoned, I will give you three swords."

The voice sounded, bright and aboveboard, without any affectation.

But it is not the slightest similarity to the poisoned man!

The wind was blowing, the snow was lingering, the light of the red lantern was uncertain, and the man who ruled the world was standing on the snow, looking sideways at the gray swordsman on the roof, and said calmly: "Come and fight."

Hua Wucheng didn't expect that the poisoning could really take advantage of himself, so he remained silent and just yelled loudly: "Then Hua is here."

In the eyes of everyone, they saw a gray light soaring into the sky. The gray-haired lord closed his eyes, and before he pulled out his sword, he was full of momentum, but halfway through, the long sword held by one arm suddenly let go.

The hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

An inch out of the sword, dragged out of the sheath, the ten thousand zhang sword energy is like the sun about to burst, dazzling and dazzling, making it impossible to see the figures of the two.

The sword is out!
With a sword piercing through the air, the sky and the earth roared like Huang Zhong Dalu, and the majesty sounded.

The wind and snow blown up by the huge air wave looked like a whirlpool, and the heroes on the ground hurriedly covered their sleeves and covered their faces, calming their lower bodies with luck, to resist the violent air wave.

The wind dissipated, the snow dissipated, and the two of them were no longer in the sky, but landed on an open space in the capital.

The Shenwu King in the python robe stretched out his right hand, and the sharp sword was clamped between his fingers.

"The first sword."

A calm voice came, King Shenwu let go of his two fingers, and threw them casually, and the one-armed gray-clothed swordsman rose and fell several times, widening the distance.

The scabbard was gone long ago, and there was no need to draw the sword again.

So the slightly skinny but powerful hand held the sword, dragged it obliquely, and walked slowly. In the eyes of the leader of Hua League, there was only the young prince who stood behind his back and stood with his hands behind his back.

The knights in the distance performed their lightness skills and stood on the roof one after another. Many of them carried lanterns, and soon stood around the open space the size of the capital square, watching this scene.

In the black and white world, there is more red light.

Hua Wucheng circled around the center, he walked faster and faster, but he was sensing the traces of the three ascetic monks.

They have come, they have already walked in the darkness, in three different directions, in the shadow of three different alley entrances, they have folded their hands, ready to kill.

Coming with such a high-profile stepping on the snow, it is already doomed that those Channas will never underestimate him again.

It's just that the Buddha fire that burned out the five senses destroyed which sense of his?
Hua Wucheng quickly went through some necessary things in his mind, the second sword, he was ready to show weakness.

So with a low shout, in the eyes of everyone, the gray-haired leader finally moved, the gray wandering ring stopped suddenly, and that sword was like a white glow shot out from the cocoon!
Breaking through the wind and snow, like the shrill cry of tearing silk, one sword goes back.

The Shenwu King in the python robe narrowed his eyes slightly, and flicked his finger away, only to hear a crisp sound of "Dang", the sword turned sideways and slid past him.

cough cough cough.
Hua Wucheng fell to the ground, then slowly got up, picked up the long sword, and half-kneeled on the ground, with his back to King Shenwu, but it seemed that he had exerted too much force, and his breath was out of control, or the poison had not healed, and he looked vicissitudes Sad look.

"Master Hua, the poisoning has not healed."

"There seems to be no suspense about the third sword."

"It's just a pity for this peerless battle, and it's a pity for the name of a hero."

Everyone sighed.

"Second sword."

King Shenwu's voice was indifferent, and then he reminded: "You still have one more chance, you don't need to hide anymore, otherwise, you won't even be able to make a move."

"Cough, cough, cough..." The sickly gray-haired man was still coughing, then suddenly raised his head, and said hoarsely, "Where's your Fang Tian painting halberd?"

"Fengxue halberds for me."

King Shenwu looked indifferent, "If you put in all your strength, you will naturally see that today's battle, you and I both know the meaning of it, it's already the moment when you can't see it, what are you doing hiding, kneeling and coughing? "

He smiled contemptuously, "You don't deserve my respect."

With a wave of his sleeve, the wind and snow all over his body suddenly stopped, and he froze at his side, as if time had stopped, "Come on, don't make me wait too long, the memorial in the imperial study is still waiting for me to go back and review it."

"it is good!!"

Hua Wucheng let out a deep growl, turned his gaze, and looked at the shadow hidden by the ascetic monk, and then shouted: "At this time, I really want to see it, if I don't use all my strength, when will I wait!!"

As soon as the sound stopped, there was a pause, and this sick and unsustainable leader of the righteous way of the rivers and lakes suddenly stepped on the ground, and the ground exploded, stone chips splashed, and rushed to the sky, which was indistinguishable from the heavy snow falling all over the sky. divide each other.

His single arm holding the sword suddenly began to change.

It was as red as blood, the muscles were knotted, and the long sleeves of the green shirt could not bear the swelling and burst. The scorching heat distorted the air, and the whole square seemed to be a high-temperature furnace.

Leader Hua's third sword stabbed out, but it felt like it was just a huge palm. The five claws that were no longer human-like were the means of attack, and the sword was just an ornament on the palm.

The onlookers could hardly believe their eyes.

"What is this?"

"This arm, this"

"This is a demon!!"

The reversal of the contrast is almost unresponsive. The heroes stared blankly at this scene, like a dream, unable to tell the truth from the fake.

Leader Hua, how could it be a demon?

How can it be?

And at the same moment.

It was another great change.

Three incomparably golden brilliance burst out from the darkness at the entrance of the three alleys, and the Sanskrit sounds rang out. The sacred meaning made people want to kowtow, bow their knees, and prostrate on their stomachs.

A ray of Buddha's light hides the supremely powerful vajra.

A ray of Buddha light, but twined with Pisces.

A ray of Buddha's light is actually Chang'an.

Gold, gold, fire, gold!
All directions, four lights!

At the end of the light is the Shenwu King who is wrapped in a python robe, but looks a bit desolate at this moment.

He didn't seem to notice the killing blow, he just looked up at the vast sky.

The sky is falling snow.

Heavy snowfall.

The snow is like fluff.

The sky is closed.

God and devil come together!
"It's almost spring, isn't it?"

King Shenwu smiled.

Raising the finger, the five fingers pressed the ground, and the snow all over the body suddenly turned golden, and the blossoms were all the fire of nirvana that burned the five senses.

The sudden momentum pierced the gray sky above the head!
The knights of the rivers and lakes who were oppressed by the supreme coercion bowed their knees, but at this moment they seemed to feel something, and looked up at the sky.

A long and narrow hole was opened in the sky, and behind the cave was a pure white sky, a color that was no longer gray.

But the indifferent and majestic voice rose in the ears of each of them.

"If you don't open your eyes, I will open them for you.

If you are ruthless and do not come out, I will ask for you. "

The domineering voice overwhelmed all the light, and in the eyes of everyone, at the end of the surging golden light, the young Shenwu King raised his hand, and the wind and snow became his hand.

The wind and snow are halberds.

cut!
(End of this chapter)