final catastrophe

Chapter 169 120. Breaking the Formation (Second Update - Please Subscribe)
"Little master, his movement skills?!"

It seemed that someone noticed something strange and exclaimed.

Mo Xieluo looked intently, but saw that the young man who was even younger than himself was holding a knife, but his footsteps were extremely "vain", elegant, like floating, more like walking against the wind.

Or to be more precise, the entire figure has been integrated into the wind.

wind!
Gale!

The wind is blowing!
His saber was almost entwined with visible wind, piercing through the air like sharp arrows, and the ripples brought out were around the saber, layer by layer like ripples, spreading without stop.

"This is."

Mo Xieluo stared wide-eyed, thinking about what the former disciples reported in his mind.

"Little master, little master, he jumped off a cliff, but he seems to be walking against the wind!"

The voice rang in his head.

He suddenly raised his head, looked at the invincible figure, laughed, and gradually turned into a strong wind.

And the so-called "Yin Cao" assassin, the ghost pawn, was simply vulnerable to a single blow under his hands.

"This is the realm of the unity of heaven and man?!! It is the way of heaven and earth that can only be realized when the void is broken!"

"Little Uncle"

Mo Xieluo knelt down, and for the first time in his heart he referred to the man as his uncle.

Xia Ji closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of harvesting like a dance, moving with his body with each knife.

Who can distinguish whether it is the knife moving or the wind moving?

There is wind in the knife.

There is also a knife in the wind!

In this wilderness, there are more than ten thousand heroes of the righteous way, the five thousand elites of the sharp gun hall, and the beggars who sit and stand lazily and sloppily, just looking at that man, fighting alone.

One person blocks everyone.

Instead, they became spectators
More and more black shadows spread from the ground, climbed from behind the forest, and seeped from the ground, like black, black, and iron-colored whirlpools, spinning rapidly.

Use that man as the center, and strangle!

But he laughed boldly all by himself, like a tiger fighting a pack of wolves, and he didn't appear to be defeated at all.

He was full of pride, and between talking and laughing, people's heads piled up like a mountain.

Yan Kezhou and Meng Aiwan had already stopped, staring at the man's performance intently.

He even forgot to continue fighting for a while, and had a peaceful conversation.

With a strange expression on his face, Yan Kezhou asked a question he knew to ask: "Is he Xia Ji?"

Meng Aiwan nodded and said, "Yes."

Yan Kezhou asked another nonsense: "Is he the Great Heavenly Sword?"

Meng Aiwan said: "Yes."

Yan Kezhou was silent for a long time, then suddenly asked: "Why is he so obsessed?"

Meng Aiwan rarely refuted, shook her head and added: "Do you think you and I have lived on dogs?"

This time it was Yan Kezhou who agreed, and he said deeply, "Yes."

Meng Aiwan sighed: "The waves behind the Yangtze River drive the waves ahead. It is a blessing for the world to have such a heroic support. Brother Yan is also a free and easy person, why do you bow down to others?"

Yan Kezhou suddenly said: "If a person is old, he can't drink wine, and beauties can't appreciate him. If he has martial arts, instead of seeking the thrilling and broken void, why not sell it to someone who is stronger?

What's more, this strong man can make me stay young forever, and make me return to my youth.

There is a reopening day, and no one is young.

Does Meng Zhenren not want to go back to the past? "

His voice suddenly became a little helpless, a little self-deprecating.

When he was a teenager, why had he never been so domineering, drunk alone, turned upside down day and night, woke up in the brothel, and then woke up in the willow?
But age can take away everything.

Therefore, he is willing to serve the underworld.

And so many heroes have already made such a choice, so what regrets does he have?

Therefore, Yan Kezhou sincerely persuaded again: "Old man Meng, come to Yincao. This era does not belong to you anymore."

Meng Aiwan was unmoved, but asked: "Brother Yan, how much do you know about this Yin Cao?"

Yan Kezhou shook his head and said, "I don't know anything."

Meng Aiwan said: "I don't know if it's right or wrong?"

Yan Kezhou said: "You don't need to know."

Seeing that Meng Aiwan's brows were gradually furrowed, Yan Kezhou said again: "You and I were fighting just now, but my strength has always been equal. Even if we fight for a long time, I can still maintain my best condition. Does Meng Zhenren think that he can win me?"

Meng Aiwan said indifferently: "I always thought that Brother Yan was a hero in the world, and even though he roamed about in the rivers and lakes, he did not lose his true qualities as a hero. But today, the old man is really disappointed."

He had already stood up and opened the distance again.

Yan Kezhou said indifferently: "If you fight again, you can draw with me, but you will lose after three thousand moves. Only fools will fight again."

Meng Aiwan looked at the junior brother who was still trembling with the ghost soldier over there, smiled, and said lightly: "Dedicate yourself to death, and then die.

With my junior brother here, my heart is at ease! "

His left hand is extremely yin, and his right hand is pure yang. His breath rotates and turns again and again, and finally turns into that strange energy, Yin and Yang!
And Yan Kezhou also smiled, blew the long hair in front of his eyes, drew out his sword, and made a "big arc moon gesture": "I will fulfill you."

Ghost soldiers are like a tide.

Scattered in all directions, the faint formation from all directions, for a moment, the heroes of the righteous way actually felt the ghostly aura, the original vortex spread outward, twisting each other, like lines tangled and woven, making people dizzy.

And the weapon they hold is light.

The overlapping of light and darkness distorts one's vision.

Only at this moment did the heroes of the Righteous Path see clearly that they were just ghost soldiers of nearly 500 people.

But there are only 500 people, and they have just controlled [-] of them.

So that no one dares to move, no one dares to speak.

until that man shows up.

An inexplicable shame and shock emerged from the bottom of their hearts.

"Array, charge!" Zhang Xiren from the Divine Spear Hall sounded like thunder, and the spear hit the ground heavily, causing a slight tremor.

Wearing the light armor of a hundred birds facing the phoenix, he looked at the young man who was fighting alone in the distance, and a feeling of admiration was born from the bottom of his heart, so after making a concise judgment, he resolutely and took the lead in giving orders.

What a boy!
Zhang Xiren gave a secret praise, convinced, and then took the lead, leading five thousand gunmen, and laid out the "Yafeng" formation that would be destroyed.

"Kill his mother!" Zhang Xiren laughed and ran towards the high ground.

That strange formation of assassins with twisted light and dark overlapping.

On the other side, the heroes were already aggrieved, but when they saw the people from the Magic Spear Hall move their hands first, they raised their arms and stalked away from all directions.

Mo Xieluo of Wudang naturally did not fall behind, and the disciples of the fourth generation could not bear it long ago when they saw the little master like this.

The ghost pawn formation is indeed powerful, but with Xia Ji breaking through the formation inside and the hordes of heroes encircling and suppressing outside, it will soon be unable to hold on.

Finally disintegrated.

The assassins' whereabouts were exposed, and the formation was broken, no matter how exquisite one's personal skills were, they could not resist the attack of the heroes after all.

And gradually throwing corpses, more and more.

The original good situation was broken by one person.

(End of this chapter)