The whole entertainment circle is trembling

Black clouds billowed, pressing down on the green hills.

The waterfall is like practice, washing away the grievances and grievances of the rivers and lakes.

In front of the steep cliff, the Wind and Rain Tower stands majestically between the sky and the earth. It is so magnificent, but it cannot suppress the love and hatred in the world.

Above the eaves, a young man with a face like a crown of jade stands awe-inspiring. He is dressed in a purple gold brocade robe, making him wanton and arrogant.

In his hand, the Soul Slashing Sword glowed with a cold light, and the cold air made people tremble. On the tip of the sword, there were still drops of bright red blood slowly sliding down, seeping into the rotten wood of the Fengyu Building.

The hunting wind blows his ink-like hair, and the black hair makes his face paler and his eyes deeper.

Wherever the eyes that can't see any emotion reach, there is no way to come, and no way to return.

In front of his eyes were hundreds of elites from three gangs, nine sects and eleven sects who came out in full force.

The crowd was filled with fear and hatred, densely packed like a fan, surrounding the Fengyu Building.

Between heaven and earth, there is only endless killing left.

A lean, white-bearded old man with a whisk in his hand stepped forward and shouted sharply: "Gu Hungui, you have no way out, and you'll be captured soon."

A cold and bloodthirsty smile appeared on the face of the purple-robed young man. He laughed loudly and said every word: "It's up to you?"

The white-bearded old man's voice was like a bell: "It's up to us."

The young man's voice seemed to come from the underworld: "After today, there will no longer be three gangs, nine sects and eleven sects in Jianghu. No one will survive under the Soul Slaying Sword."

The expressions of the hundred elites were all terrified.

The lower the cloud layer is, the sky is covered, and the wind and rain are coming.

The white-bearded old man said coldly: "Then today, either you die or I die."

Before the words fell, the old man had already jumped up and rushed towards Gu Hungui like lightning. At the same time, he swung the whisk in his hand and rolled towards the young man.

Gu Hungui didn't change his face, and with a flick of the long sword in his hand, like a rainbow piercing the sun, it stabbed straight at the old man.

In an instant, the two were close at hand, their swords met, and the dust whisk wrapped around the sword, entangled the sharp blade so that it could not move.

The dust whisk is made of ice and snow silk, soft like animal hair, hard like fine steel, and cannot be broken by a sharp weapon of a magic weapon.

The Zhanhun Sword is Gu Hungui's sharp weapon for protecting himself, and the sword's edge is entangled, which will definitely make him unable to use his unpredictable swordsmanship, and be controlled by others.

The tense faces of the rest of the elite eased a little, and they were about to step forward.

However, the long sword was suddenly pulled out from the dust whisk, and the cold light shone like the sun. In an instant, the dust whisk was broken by several inches, and as the long sword was raised, the broken threads were thrown into the air like snow catkins, flying in all directions.

The old man let out a painful cry of "Ah--", the muscles and veins of the wrist holding Fuchen were already bulging, and blood oozed from the muscle.

His eyes were tearing apart, he was extremely horrified, before he had time to react, the frightening cold light had already reached his throat.

A little cold light, a sword to seize the soul.

The crowd didn't even have time to step forward to respond, the old man had already fallen like a thousand catties, and landed on the loess, only the hoarse panting sound was dissipated in the new wind.

There were several startled and angry roars from the crowd: "Master——"

The six bunt men rushed forward, the leader was stern, and shouted in grief and indignation: "Gu Hungui, I, Taiyuan Changshengmen, will never die with you today—"

The six Changshengmen disciples galloped to form an formation, the leader directly hit Gu Hungui's front, the two disciples held weapons and ran to the sides, the remaining three originally followed closely behind the leader, using the people in front as cover, until they reached Gu Hungui Hun Gui's body was less than a foot in front of him, and he suddenly rushed out from the side, and the moves in his hands changed rapidly, attacking Gu Hun Gui's vital points unexpectedly.

Those six people came layer upon layer, forming a net like heaven and earth, and their moves were even more unpredictable. They went straight to the vital point and blocked all of Gu Hungui's escape routes at once.

The Soul Slashing Sword flicked again, pulling out a dazzling sword flower.

Gu Hungui neither retreated nor dodged, swiping his long sword one after another, changing moves at an astonishing speed, making it dizzying for the eyes.

Amid the sound of piercing the air, the tip of the sword turned into six, facing each of the six like lightning.

Those six people were all terrified, and their extremely fierce offensive stagnated suddenly, trying to avoid the frightening cold light.

However, in a life-and-death duel, how can one hesitate, but in an instant, the six swords dissipated, leaving only one of them, stabbing at the disciple on the left.

It turned out that it wasn't that the Soul Slashing Sword really turned into six, but that Gu Hungui came out of the sword so fast, and struck in front of the six people one after another. This phantom made the disciples of the Longevity Sect fearful and confused. position.

In an instant, the net array was broken.

People from other sects were shocked when they saw this, and saw more than a dozen people coming forward, divided into three rows, like three sharp swords, piercing towards Gu Hungui from left, middle and right respectively.

The array of disciples from the Longevity Sect had been broken, Gu Hungui saw that there were more people attacking this time, and he couldn't frighten them off one by one with phantoms, so he swiped his long sword to push his inner strength to a higher level, he scrambled on his feet, and turned to the left first side row of people.

Seeing Gu Hun return to attack the left from the middle and right lanes, their spirits were revived, and they quickly changed their figures. Returning to the opportunity to turn his back, he very quickly attacked the empty door behind him.

At the same time, the middle row of personnel quickly turned around and followed closely behind to respond.

There are so many of them, they come fiercely, and move quickly. Seeing Gu Hun return to one thing and lose the other, they reveal the empty door behind them, and their lives are at stake.

However, Gu Hungui, who should have been concentrating on dealing with the people on the left, suddenly turned around abruptly when the people on the right were attacking within a few feet, and swiped across with the long sword in his hand, like a dazzling silver chain that fell out of nowhere .

The group of people in front of him only felt a flash of white light before their eyes, and then their necks felt cold, and before they even felt pain, bright red blood had splashed into their eyes.

The people on the left who were concentrating on receiving the move were all shocked. No one expected that Gu Hungui was just bluffing, and the place where the Soul Slayer Sword really wanted to cut was exactly where his empty door was exposed.

However, it was too late to know his intention at this time, the threat from the right side was eliminated in a blink of an eye, his hands kept rising, and he raised his sword again, pointing behind him.

Everyone didn't expect that even a dozen or so people could press down on Gu Hun and couldn't return. The purple brocade robe was already soaked in blood, the color was getting darker, and the air was filled with the smell of hatred.

The rest of the people did not dare to neglect any more, another 20 people stepped forward, and the others postponed.

All kinds of weapons were shot together, and the figures jumped up one by one like thunder on the ground. Dozens of figures in the air scattered high and low, like a swarm of bees, all attacked the young man in brocade robe.

The lower the black sky is, it fills the sky and covers the mountains, waterfalls, buildings and figures.

The black cloud overwhelms the city and wants to destroy it.

With the sound of the wind, the sky and the earth were dark as if they had entered the night ahead of time, and the expressions of the crowd were already blurred. The only light in the sky and the earth came from the lightning that tore the sky and the cold light from the weapons.

The thunder fell to the ground and rolled in.

The fight seems to never end.

Amidst the thunder, there was the sound of clashing weapons and gasps before dying.

This is a never-ending battle. The young man who once stunned the world is now bloodstained. He has one enemy against a hundred. His brocade robe has been pierced, but his arrogance is unbreakable.

The Soul Slaying Sword engulfs countless innocent souls, and thousands of grievances turn into hatred, beheading those former enemies one by one under the sword.

Injustice repays each other, never dies.

The wind sent the bloody smell that was so thick that it couldn't go away far, far away.

Farther away, a beautiful young girl in white came riding a horse. Her long hair was swept up by the wind, but the anxiety and worry on her face could not be blown away.

The eaves of the Fengyu Tower were already in sight, and the girl shouted loudly: "Hungui—Gu Hungui—stop your hands—"

When he got closer, he saw dozens of figures flying up and down, besieging the purple-robed youths.

The blood on the Soul Slashing Sword hadn't slipped off yet, and there were fresh splashes, and the same was also on Gu Hungui's face.

On the ground in front of the Fengyu Building, there were corpses lying in disorder.

"Stop—stop—" the girl shouted heart-piercingly, but no one paid any attention to her.

The girl kept beating the horse, and when the horse arrived in front of the Wind and Rain Building, she grabbed it with her right hand and picked up a half-man-length wild goose-winged knife from the right side of the horse's belly, and then jumped up neatly, standing on the galloping horse. Non-stop on the horseback, with a step on the horseback, flew towards the crowd in the fierce battle.

The sudden appearance of the goose-winged big ring knife surprised the crowd, leaving a gap like a brocade being cut by a sharp blade.

The pink figure opened the way with a knife, and arrived in front of Gu Hungui in an instant.

The Soul Slaying Sword, which was famous in the Jianghu, collided head-on with the Dahuan Dao, which was extremely uncomfortable with the girl's appearance.

When swords met, Gu Hungui's red eyes, which had already been killed to the point of death, suddenly came back to life, tinged with tenderness.

"Menghui, let's go." He whispered, his voice was faint.

"Hungui, listen to me, the matter of chasing the soul building back then..." Qi Menghui was about to explain, but saw another person killing him next to him.

Someone shouted: "Miss Qi, don't get in the way!"

Another person said: "Miss Qi, you are entangled with this devil, but you want to be an enemy of Wulin?"

Qi Menghui said anxiously: "Heroes, let me explain—"

However, the fierce battle is in full swing, and who will listen to her explanation.

While speaking, several long whips rolled towards her.

Qi Menghui quickly moved backwards, and the goose-winged big ring knife slashed horizontally...

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"Ka——" Schulent's voice came from the loudspeaker, "Jiang Yi's angle is not standard enough, try again."

Jiang Yi was put down by the wire hanging machine, his face was so hot that he lowered his head and blamed himself, "I'm sorry."

Schulent waved his hand: "It's not your problem, it's because Wia didn't hang it properly, just do it again."

Jiang Yi nodded and took a deep breath: "Okay, come again."

Shurent then told her the precautions, and asked Zhuge Wangji to rehearse it again, before he nodded.

Seeing her fighting back with great vigor, Schulent nodded approvingly.

In fact, Jiang Yi is serious and dedicated enough, and she can't find too many mistakes in her actions. Compared with Xiaohua in the same period, she is definitely outstanding, but after this scene, she is the one who has the most NG.

However, this is not her problem, but the impromptu performers of this scene are all real martial arts masters.

In a scene, among the people with frontal fighting scenes, only a few old actors and Jiang also need to hang on to Wia, and the others go straight into battle, with moves at their fingertips.

The real actors who were tortured to death by Wia burst into tears with envy.

Schulent was deeply moved. He has been filming action movies for so long, but has he ever had such a relaxed time?

Filled with excitement, he rewrote the scene just now several times, and when he saw it for the third time, he frowned and shouted at the extras: "Peng Rongrong."

Peng Rongrong, who was wearing a bunt suit, ran over quickly and said excitedly: "Director, do you want to add a role to me?"

Shurent pointed to the picture on the TV camera and said, "Finally, your front is captured here."

Peng Rongrong nodded: "Yeah."

Shurent patted the machine: "What's your expression?"

Peng Rongrong looked at the picture carefully, and then saw the corner of his mouth that could not help but rise.

Peng Rongrong: ...

Shu Lunte said angrily: "Gu Hungui is your enemy, is it appropriate for you to look at him with the expression of fans looking at idols?"

Peng Rongrong covered her face: "I will pay attention."

Shurent snorted: "Remember!"

Peng Rongrong nodded vigorously: "I will persist until I am beaten to death by him."

Shurent: "..."

Schulent said solemnly: "When you are a corpse, you must continue to persist."

The author has something to say: Props: Our actors don't use wire? (^?^*)