Yangyue

Henry Zhang saw Huo Qiao's appearance clearly for the first time.

Weird, deformed, terrifying, these extremely distorted words are still not enough to describe Huo Qiao's appearance. Henry Zhang once heard Fang Wuzhu mention that Huo Qiao is half a hundred years old, and the upper half of his face is indeed half a hundred years old The way people should look.

However, from his right ear to most of the left cheek, there was a hideous scar, and the lower half of his face from the scar was as young as a man in his early twenties.

Such a deformed fusion into a face makes people feel uncontrollable fear just by looking at it.

Henry Zhang knew that the lower half of Huo Qiao's original face was shattered by Fang Wuzhu, and replaced by the flesh and bones of Gu Beiting, the young master of Wanjing Sect and Duan Rufeng's friend.

Huo Qiao seems to be surrounded by a faint, bloody mist full of fishy smell. Henry Zhang can feel the horror of his martial arts almost without the need for internal energy to leak out. Such a feeling that his whole body is as heavy as lead and unable to move, Henry Zhang this life I have never experienced it, not even facing Fang Wuzhu.

Henry Zhang had imagined countless times what it would be like when he confronted Huo Qiao. Now that Huo Qiao really appeared in front of him, Henry Zhang was convinced that he was stronger than anyone else in this world, including Fang Wuzhu. I want to kill him even more.

Huo Qiao looked at Henry Zhang, his deformed face was expressionless, as if seeing Henry Zhang as an ant: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"What's so scary about you?" Henry Zhang said lightly, "Just because of your face that you stole from someone else's body?"

Huo Qiao smiled vaguely: "Speaking of which, I am really interested in Zhang Songlian's seven-step Qinglian swordsmanship, but unfortunately, he is unwilling to use it on me. I don't know if his disciple can prove to me today that Qinglian Swordsmanship is not a waste."

Hearing the master's name from Huo Qiao's mouth, Henry Zhang was already furious, but he knew that he could not be impulsive, Fang Wuzhu was almost able to untie the shackles of the meridians, and he had to desperately delay Huo Qiao until that time .

"It was my fault that I didn't kill Fang Wuzhu completely." Huo Qiao stared at the sedan chair and slowly paced on the edge of the cliff. Excited because of another chance to end his old enemy for many years, "But today, he will definitely die in my hands."

Henry Zhang: "What if I say you can't?"

"Pavilion Master Xiao, I know you want to delay for him." Huo Qiao said, "If I kill you, how will he react?"

After Huo Qiao's words fell, he slapped a palm, and the blood mist all over his body was instantly broken by internal force, and even the wind and snow were broken by an invisible force. A huge gap was broken, and with a sharp murderous aura, he attacked Henry Zhangyue .

Xiao Yangyue only felt a big and very cold internal force, which hit him like a torrential flood. He raised his long sword and gathered his internal force to resist in front of him. Huo Qiao's internal force hit his sword , Xiao Yangyue's phalanx trembled violently in an instant, and the Yuejian made a thin roar, and he was forced to step back dozens of steps.

Xiao Yangyue felt a sharp pain in both hands. Last time at Jieziling, he only took half of Huo Qiao's move, and the sword was shattered. Now he has taken the whole move abruptly. Although there is no crack on the Moon Sword, But the blade also trembled.

"The Wuwei sword is really two good swords." Huo Qiao said, "It's a pity that it's not in the right hands."

Henry Zhang raised his head, the wind and snow suddenly intensified, and almost turned into a thick blood mist and rushed towards him. In the red eyes, everything became a blend of reality and reality again. But he stepped back step by step until his heel touched the rut of the carriage.

Fang Wuzhu's treatment is not over yet, Henry Zhang is close to the carriage, Huo Qiao's figure is indistinct in the red snowflakes, but the ghostly voice mixed with cold laughter is like a shadow: "You were hit in the first place!" Even though Fen Gu Xiang has saved a life, neither you nor Fang Wuzhu know that if Fen Bone Xiang is mixed with other Gu poisons, it will cause people to continue to have hallucinations, so that in the end, life is worse than death, and they die insane. Henry Zhang, even if you can escape for a while, there will still be countless illusions waiting for you in the future, let me see how long you can wake up!"

It turned out that he was haunted by illusions just now because of the burning bone incense in his body. Henry Zhang gritted his teeth tightly, trying to gather his mind, but he had no time to avoid the four groups of winds that suddenly came from all directions. Even if he could resist it with a sword, he would still be defeated He slammed into the carriage hard.

Henry Zhang was startled, and looked back at the carriage behind him, but the ground under his feet suddenly turned into a void, and he and the carriage behind him had been pushed to the edge of the steep cliff by Huo Qiao at some point, and fell straight down the mountain among the clouds.

Henry Zhang: "Fang Wuzhu——!"

There was a sound of wind on the edge of the cliff, and the strong wind rolled up his clothes, blocking his sight during the fall. At that moment, Henry Zhang heard the sound of a sword, and the falling carriage was suddenly cut open by someone with a knife, and someone hugged him with his arms After falling on him, Qinggong landed on a rocky protrusion.

Henry Zhang opened his eyes, and what he saw was a piece of white clothes. In the blood-red wind and snow in his eyes, this color was like a piece of pure white jade, and all the urgency and horror in his heart were swept away in an instant.

Still his familiar eyebrows, his familiar arms.

Fang Wuzhu hugged him tightly with one hand, and grabbed Dong Zhitao's arm with the other. After he put Dong Zhitao down gently, he wrapped his arms around Henry Zhangyue's back, and the palm attached to his back trembled slightly, and said in a dumb voice : "Yangyue... Thank you for your hard work."

Huo Qiao is not dead yet, and their fight is far from over, but Henry Zhang feels that his life is exhausted at this moment, and he doesn't care whether he will live or die in the future.

Henry Zhang gently closed his eyes on his shoulder, only enjoying this brief moment of peace, and asked, "Has your meridians healed?"

"Yes." Fang Wuzhu said, "Thanks to you and Zhitao."

Dong Zhitao had to keep her arm still until the needle was completely inserted. Even at the moment when the carriage fell off the cliff just now, at this moment, she was relieved, her right arm was almost collapsed, she had exhausted too much Spiritually, his figure became a little shaky.

Dong Zhitao panted, "Master Fang, Lord Xiao, I will leave it to you two from now on."

Fang Wuzhu nodded, stood up from the ground with Henry Zhang, and said to her: "You find a secret place to hide, and you will not come out until we both come back safely, and no matter what happens during the period, don't reveal your whereabouts. If the two of us fail to return, you can wait until night to take the opportunity to escape, I have sent a letter to Zhuang Ying in advance, and he will send someone outside the city to meet you."

Dong Zhitao said sourly: "Yes, I wrote it down."

With the howling wind outside, Fang Wuzhu exhaled slowly, and shouted: "Yangyue, be careful in everything."

Thousands of words, just turned into a word of caution, when everything is calm, he still has thousands of words to say to him.

Above the cliff, Huo Qiao slowly landed on the top of a giant tree, watching Fang Wuzhu and Henry Zhang falling on the ground at the foot of the mountain, he stared at Fang Wuzhu's figure, finally couldn't stop laughing, A distorted face is even more terrifying: "Fang Wuzhu, do you know how many times I have seen you die in my hands in these thousand days and nights? That is really better than all the scenery I have seen in my life."

Fang Wuzhu was dressed in white, with almost no trace of falling snow. He was holding the Yang sword, and when he heard Huo Qiao's words, he just closed his eyes and chuckled: "Really? Then let me see, after so many years, whether your martial arts are good or not. It's as old as your people."

"You and I have known each other for many years, don't worry, I will not let you die so easily." Huo Qiao stood with his hands behind his back, and said solemnly, "I will use the two of you as feeders, and the poison I cultivate with this will probably be even worse. Better than bad luck, I will make good use of your martial arts for me."

Fang Wuzhu looked at the figure above the sky coldly, tiny cracks faintly appeared on the ground around his feet, and in an instant, his figure was like a stream of swift light, and the internal force of his whole body vibrating like a tide was wrapped in the sun. The sharp blade of the sword came to Huo Qiao.

Xiao Yangyue closely followed Fang Wuzhu and chased after him lightly. He knew that with his own strength, he could never compete with Huo Qiao head-on. What he needed to do was to contain Huo Qiao with all his strength and create opportunities for Fang Wuzhu!

The Yang Sword and the Moon Sword roared together, like two entangled comet tails, the wind and snow were broken through by the internal force of the three of them, roaring and exploding, and scattered in all directions, forming a windless and snowless area surrounded by dark light in the air. Shake the hills.

Huo Qiao was still unarmed, his face was full of terrifying blood, but there was a maniacal laughter in his mouth, even though Fang Wuzhu and Henry Zhang surrounded him, he was unscathed for a while, and the black clothes were covered by Fang Wuzhu's The sword wind tore and shattered, exposing a rock-like chest that had almost turned iron gray, covered with strange patterns.

Fang Wuzhu's heart was shocked. He knew that Huo Qiao was good at using Gu. Over the years, Huo Qiao must have used many evil methods to cultivate martial arts and body.Tianzhu Gang's skills already have the effect of strengthening the foundation and building bones, coupled with the Gu poison, Huo Qiao is completely possessed.

Huo Qiao laughed loudly and said, "Fang Wuzhu! Hahaha—it's so ridiculous. Compared with the past, your martial arts have not improved at all! You can't beat me! You can never beat me! Thanks to my years of watching You are an old enemy, but what a pity, all I see in you now is ignorance and weakness!"

After Huo Qiao's words fell, Fang Wuzhu and Xiao Yangyue were keenly aware of a strong internal force attacking their faces at the same time. They both hit their swords, and the two fell back to the ground.

Fang Wuzhu stared at Huo Qiao's figure, he could feel the newly healed meridians in his body beating hot, and exhaled a cold air from his mouth.

He turned his head to look at Henry Zhang, Henry Zhang's shoulder was torn open by Huo Qiao, blood was flowing profusely, and his breathing was very short, but Henry Zhang looked back at him firmly, indicating that he could still hold on go down.

Huo Qiao's clothes fluttered, his hair was scattered, and blue meridians protruded from his iron-gray chest, he was completely shaped like a ghost.He slowly raised his right hand, only to see a crimson light suddenly flying from somewhere in the mountain, and he grabbed it straight in his hand.

It was a red long sword with nine star-like red stones inlaid on the hilt. Fang Wuzhu recognized it with just one glance. It was also made by Jiang Yi, and it was the only one he made in his life. A sword that contains evil skills, the Nine Star Sword.

Unexpectedly, the Nine Star Sword, which had been left behind for many years, was actually in Huo Qiao's hands.

Huo Qiao stared fixedly at Fang Wuzhu, with the red sword imprinting on his mad face: "Fang Wuzhu, today, I, Huo Qiao, will definitely end your reputation in the martial arts world here. From now on, no one will dare to fight with me again." And call it number one."

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