One Sword Seals Immortals

"Assassinate the Lord!"

In the confusion, someone shouted.

At the position where the eye is located, there are so many magic masters, such a thing should not have happened.

But this assassin - Fu Hanzhou approached under the order of the Lord Ling, and just happened to find an excellent opportunity to assassinate.

One hit hit, but Lingzhu didn't die.

At this time, many masters hidden in the surroundings had surrounded them, and the first to arrive was a group of people dressed in black, each with a long sword and a short sword on their backs.

Afterwards, it was obvious that they were the envoys under Yu Shi's seat, but they just stood behind the two of Yu Shi, and it seemed that they had no intention of participating in the battle.

In fact, no one can go to war.

Because Lingzhu issued an order: "Get out of here, this person is mine now."

Many men in black originally appeared from the shadows, but at this time they obeyed the order, like shadows, and then quietly faded away.

The other subordinates of Demon Sect completely surrounded the field.

Seeing that Lingzhu's left arm was bleeding, they were not in a hurry.

The one-eyed man even stuck his knife on the ground, folded his arms across his chest, and laughed loudly: "Where did the idiot come from, to dare to assassinate the owner of Tianxin Pavilion? It's really a big joke for Guan Gong to use a big knife in front of the gate of the world!"

The two are confronting each other on the field.

Fu Hanzhou thought to himself: [Koukou——]

Koukou: [Danger! ! ! ! ! 】

Fu Hanzhou calmly said: [You judge the level first. 】

Mouth said: [Above level 120 and below level 150, it is the same level as Master Sword God!Master run, high-energy warning ahead! 】

Fu Hanzhou: [Don't run away, play for a while. 】

Hearing this, he calmed down: 【Okay, master, I'm going to look up information on ancient funerals, coffins, cemeteries and epitaphs, and create a new character account for you by the way.Koukou loves you Jiumi, do you have any funeral affairs to explain? 】

Fu Hanzhou: [...Yes, I will stop reading those messy posts in the future. 】

At this time, the master-level expert above level 120, the "Lingzhu" was staring at Fu Hanzhou with great interest.

His injured left hand was hanging by his side, and his whole body was still in a relaxed posture. The five fingers of his right hand were stretched sequentially, and another matching iron ring was exposed from the wide sleeve.

The iron ring perfectly fit his forearm, only a few inches wide, with a black red badge with fire and clouds tattooed on it.

Following Lingzhu's movements, a wolf-tooth-like wrist blade flashed out from it, the blade was pressed against the back of his hand, and the blade exuded a cold color.

"Come."

The master's scarlet eyes were arrogantly closed slightly, and a smug smile appeared on his lips: "Let me see how you go all out, then exhausted, and finally unable to survive."

Fu Hanzhou knew that the gap in internal strength between the two sides was too large, and it was absolutely unreasonable to fight head-on.

Immediately, he turned the blade, headed forward, and attacked Lingzhu.

His swordsmanship is like rain and wind. It is a sword that advances but never retreats.

Everyone at the scene changed their faces, and immediately put away their underestimation of the enemy.

The one-eyed man said: "Your lord never loses his eyes!"

At this time, a golden stone dragon chant was heard.

Lingzhu received Fu Hanzhou's sword forcefully with the wrist blade that was only four inches long, without dodging or dodging, and with a slight shake of his arm, he was suddenly separated.

The wrist blade was like the fangs of a poisonous snake, striking Fu Hanzhou's throat like lightning.

At the same time, he bullied himself.

Since ancient times, the distance between long soldiers and short blades has been a huge factor.

Let the master fight with the wrist blade, which should be an assassin's act of being cautious and walking away with one blow, but at this time, he showed extremely strong suppressing power——

"Why, haven't you used your strength yet?"

he asks.

Fu Hanzhou only felt a huge force coming from his wrist, it was because his own internal strength was far from enough to resist the opponent's attack.

He drew his sword horizontally, and the attacking blade hit the sword grid, making a sharp cry.

With the help of the opponent's internal strength, Fu Hanzhou's backhand is the "ordinary third sword" - this sword is rarely played, not because it is too weak, but because the conditions are too harsh.

The eagle spreads its wings for [-] miles and needs to take advantage of the wind to ascend to the blue sky.

This third move is like a stream of sword light, as if borrowing the help of the wind from the nine heavens, disappearing without a trace, yet clinging tightly to each other...

"very good."

Lingzhu praised in a low voice, deflected his wrist blade, fainted an illusory black light, and fought with Fu Hanzhou's sword dozens of times in an instant.

All I heard was the shadow of sword, light and sword in the strong wind, and the two figures were so close to the extreme that even the shadow on the ground merged into one for a while.

Outsiders didn't know that Fu Hanzhou was under great pressure at the moment.

The magnificence of the other party's internal strength is like a majestic sea, and the sea's raging waves are about to swallow him up.

But the waves are still under the control of the opposite god, they didn't smash him to pieces, they just hesitated, bringing a constant sense of oppression.

This is the pressure brought by masters who are above innate.

Lingzhu didn't even inject his internal energy into his weapon, he was just fighting with Fu Hanzhou.

And there was still a pair of his wrist blades on the ground, he didn't care about it...

The stab wound on Lingzhu's left hand had already healed at this time, but his left hand was behind his back, and he only cared about the posture of admiring the good sword.

When Fu Hanzhou's sharp blade passed by his ear, cutting off a strand of white hair, the Lord laughed instead of anger.

"very good!"

The left hand popped out like lightning. It should have been a very familiar blow to smash the throat, but in the end it suddenly changed direction.

At that moment, perhaps only Fu Hanzhou knew that they were facing each other head-on.

Lingzhu took off his mask quickly, but pressed it back even faster.

Fu Hanzhou's sword was gone, and "Feng Ting" stopped on his shoulder.

But Lingzhu didn't seem to feel the threat brought by this peerless sharp blade, and just sighed: "Young lady... still want to use such a beautiful sword. I really don't want to let these fools look at it any longer."

After that, he raised his arms and his cuffs shook slightly.

The invisible power spread out in an instant, just like a raging wave finally swept across the world, shattering all the surrounding buildings, leaving rubble and rubble on the ground.

Under the mighty force, everyone in the Demon Sect who was watching on the scene retreated one after another.

Sure enough, no one can see clearly.

Fu Hanzhou in the center could only feel the breeze blowing against his face, as if he was in the eye of the storm, unscathed.

Not far away, everything around Master Yu was still the same, not even a speck of dust, looking at his wife in his arms with concern.

Concubine Yu couldn't help but said, "Lingzhu is good at the ball, and if there is a handsome pot, don't show it to us!"

Jun Mowen, who fell on the ground, heard that he was spitting dust and mud, but now he couldn't help but twisted again: "What, what! Mr. Shadow showed his face... No, he showed his face! How handsome is he? Show me too! Show me too!!”

Concubine Yu: "Bring me a melon skin, is this one still alive?"

Jun Mo asked: "Death is death! Let me be healthy first! I still want to save the screenshot!"

Concubine Yu: "Hey, return four passion seeds."

The Lord's gaze also turned back from Concubine Yu, and looked at Fu Hanzhou: "You can rest assured that the people I, Beichen likes, will naturally be kept well... those people only look at your face , your body—”

He raised his hand, and the sharp wrist blade gently stroked Fu Hanzhou's sword.

Fu Hanzhou looked up at him, the blade of the sword pressed down, cutting Lingzhu's coat, and causing him a new slight shoulder injury.

Lingzhu smiled, and his scarlet eyes narrowed slightly: "But I still like your unruly eyes."

Fu Hanzhou twitched the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, amidst the chaotic noises all around, Fu Hanzhou heard the sharp sound he had been waiting for for a long time.

Fu Hanzhou said softly: "Sound east and west."

Commander: "Huh?"

Fu Hanzhou: "I said, it's all the same. You people from the Demon Sect don't seem very smart."

The sharp noises appeared one by one, and finally connected together.

Behind Fu Hanzhou, suddenly, it seemed like the sun was rising in the east, with a bright red light.

It is the distress signal of Momen's own family.

The scene suddenly became chaotic again, and someone outside asked: "What's going on? Where are you asking for help?"

"It's not our people asking for help!"

"Right here, someone is passing on a false military order!!"

Feng Liying's voice came from afar:

"Yoooooooooooooooooo————I'm here to pick you up, baby!!!!"

From the arrival of his voice to the arrival of his person, it only took a few seconds, and he arrived with a bright red light.

Fu Hanzhou took a closer look, and saw that Feng Liying's body was covered with signal flares collected from the demon minions, with a dozen circles wrapped around each arm.

Now he is like a seller of balloons in an amusement park, one in each hand, one in the other, and he is vigorously releasing them.

——Xiaoxiangshan has a large area and few people. The layout of the magic gate here basically depends on the signal. Each of these signal flares is of excellent quality.

What's more, right now, in the eyes of the eight-door formation, the surrounding fires are spreading, and many congregants have lost contact with the Lingzhu. When they see the headquarters asking for help, how could they not come?

As soon as the ministries came, the formation became chaotic.

The formation was in chaos, and the situation was broken in an instant.

"It's a good move, and it has delayed enough time." Ling Zhu said, "You really came to save people?"

Fu Hanzhou retracted his sword and put it back into its sheath. He knew very well that he was currently exhausted and could not break through the internal defense of the Commander, let alone kill him.

Fu Hanzhou said: "Or else, is it really here to assassinate you?"

"It's a pity." Lingzhu said, "it's not."

While talking, Feng Liying had landed on the ground. He looked at Fu Hanzhou up and down for a long time, and then came to touch his chest: "Zhou... no, baby, you are not injured!! Did this white-haired old man hurt you?"

Commander: "?"

"No." Fu Hanzhou pressed Feng Liying's hairy hand, "Where are Xiangshou and others?"

Feng Liying smiled and said, "Go back and set fire! What strange words like 'this dungeon is so cool', I don't understand..."

Fu Hanzhou: "..." All right.

The wildfire is raging, and the heat can already be felt in the eyes of the formation.

Soon a demon minion came over and knelt down, and began to report to the lord.

But Lingzhu showed a lack of interest, and raised his hand and said: "It's time to find someone, it's time to surround and encircle, what are you asking? The sword god is in the formation, you take your life to fill it; when you finish your life, no one will bother you." me."

"But! Your Majesty, how should I explain..."

The spy couldn't make up his mind for a while, and looked at the No. [-] person next to him for help.

Concubine Yu said: "Look at what I do! I also want to introduce a handsome pot, let the sword god wait."

Jun Mowen is still struggling, jumping like a fish on a chopping board: "Me too!! Please untie me first!!!!"

Spy: "..."