Thriller Paradise

The fog is soaring, killing the dust.

In the Broken Soul Gorge, **** hurricane

The "ghost" on the gorge, the "person" in the gorge, after a brief confrontation... began to kill.

At this time, although the martial arts heroes have suffered more than one hundred casualties, they still have the fighting power of nearly 300 people. The total number of exiles in the funeral valley is only over one hundred. At first glance... it seems that the former is more favorable.

But ... the number is not the most important factor in determining the outcome, because it is a "river battle", not a contest between the military.

If this is a contest between the military, the factors that determine the outcome are the number of people, the formation, the quality of the soldiers, the terrain, and the use of bows and firearms.

However, in the battle of rivers and lakes... The reference value of these things is not large.

The heads and disciples of the various factions are not well-trained soldiers. Although they are far more powerful than the average soldier in terms of individual combat capability, they are partly for dozens of forces. Fighting, and there is almost no ability to coordinate operations with each other...not to mention people of different sects, even within the same door, there may not be several people who can cooperate.

To put it simply, there is a one-person number, each blowing a tone, and the wolf is not on the dog...

On the other side...the "little ghosts" who are under the shackles of the king are not very cooperative, but they have a great advantage in the terrain; from top to bottom, and surrounded by the situation, it is naturally more effective. Coupled with their martial arts are also a popular column, it is logical to gain an advantage.

Soon, dozens of cannon fodders were killed in the killing of the enemy by the various sects; and those of the masters of the funeral valley were only slightly injured by a few people...

Of course, this situation, after Yuan Hao’s shot... changed instantly.

But see, Yuan Meng’s main figure smashed out, his wrists shook, and the sword in his hand immediately rushed out like a living thing.

This sword is a soft sword. To be exact... is a "sword."

cloth. It is an ordinary cloth.

People are extraordinary people.

Before the age of thirty. Yuan Zhen is not going to use a sword. In fact, he would not use any blade at the time.

But after the age of thirty, he has the power of mysterious power in the body. With this near-perfect internal force as the foundation, no matter how many weapons and moves are cultivated, they are all hand-in-hand.

Therefore, after the age of 30, Yuan Hao learned a lot of martial arts. Gradually reached the realm of eighteen weapons like proficiency. Some work... He just looks at it and can make it stronger than those who have been practicing for many years.

After the age of forty, Yuan Meng’s master rarely used the blade again, often with the weapons around him, and only the sword embedded in the belt...

There is a saying that "the sword is unintentional, the soft sword is impermanent", under the unfathomable internal force of Yuan Zhen... The soft sword is just like a dragon, sometimes it is like a snake, and sometimes it is as hot as a dragon. Sometimes it’s as strong as it is.

Nearly ten people have been killed under his sword, and each one has been hit by a sword in the neck...

"Oh..." is at this time. A cold voice came, bringing out a stalwart figure. “It’s unfathomable to ask Yuan Meng’s internal strength. Today’s view is really extraordinary.”

The speaker is a big man. His body shape is like Luohan King Kong, and he still has an eight-ring sword in his hand. He listens to his voice... It is undoubtedly the first person who shouted through internal forces not long ago.

"The desert knife king ... Di Hou." Yuan Yu stared at each other, Shen Sheng said.

"Oh?" Dihou laughed. "Is the Yuanmeng master able to recognize me? I am really flattered."

In fact, Yuan Zhen recognized Di Hou's reason is very simple ... because they are similar in age, belong to the peers in the rivers and lakes. Therefore, in the past, there have been several incidents in the size events of some martial arts. However, at that time, Di Hou was already a great knife in the rivers and lakes, and Yuan Wei was still a nameless paw. then. The latter remembers the former, and the former does not even know the existence of the latter.

"Ha! Hahahaha..." Yuan Zhen listened to Di Hou's words and laughed out loud.

Di Hou didn't know what he was laughing at, and the person who saw this scene next to him didn't know what he was laughing at.

Only Yuan Zhen’s own understanding, how ironic and ridiculous the other’s words are...

"Didao Wang..." After a smile, Yuan Hao’s expression was cold. "I remember... Before you fled into the funeral valley, was it the commander of the Eight Great Gangs?"

"Yes, I am." When Di Hou responded to this question, he was quite confused. He didn't understand why the other party had to do something unnecessary with him at this moment.

"You can remember, how many disciples are there under your door?" Yuan Zhen then asked.

"Five or six hundred people..." Di Hou said casually, "Do you ask this for doing?"

"Can you quote the names of twenty of them?" Yuan Zhen asked again.

"Yuan Mengzhu... What do you mean?" Di Hou has decided not to answer these strange questions.

"I can't report it." Yuan Hao said coldly. "But... you can report my name." He gestured around with his eyes. "There are also the names of all the best players present."

Di Hou is silent, he wants to hear what Yuan Zhen wants to say.

"The world is like this. You never remember those mediocre people, because you only see fame, martial arts, and looks in your eyes..." When Yuan Hao said this, he seemed to be slightly excited. "Your eyes can only be seen." To those, so that you ignore the 'person' itself." He paused, "so I laughed, I laughed like you are like a group of scorpions... than the real scorpion."

"Yuan Mengzhu, I don't understand what you are saying." Dihou said, raising a big knife, "I am not coming to listen to you!"

"Also..." Yuan Yu closed his eyes. "You can't understand this kind of person..." He also raised the sword in his hand. "You are just a person who comes to death. You have to come." come on!"

Needless to say, Di Hou also came.

The great king of the desert is not a name for the waves. The eight-ring sword in his hand is a unique weapon, which was created by the world-famous craftsman for Di Hou.

The knife weighs more than 40 kilograms, and the back of the knife is embedded with eight rings. The blade is like a shark tooth, and the hair is broken.

In the past, there have been countless rivers and lakes in the name of the dead under this knife, and it is a shocking squad.

And Di Hou is a man... also a knife-gate wizard. Since childhood, he has been born with great power. At the age of twelve, he can dance a knife that weighs eighty pounds. The understanding of the knife method is also extremely high. At a young age, the directors of each family will be able to integrate themselves and become self-contained. At the age of fifteen, Di Hou became the youngest knife in the Great Eight Swords Club (similar to the position of "cadres" in bad teenagers, and the specific classes can supplement their own brains). At the age of twenty-eight, he became the head of the eight presidents.

just. After the age of 30, his knife-like realm encountered bottlenecks, and under the training, he went into flames... Then he began to kill innocent people and sacrificed blood with the master. Soon after, he became a public enemy of the martial arts and was forced to break into this funeral. Valley.

In the past two decades, as one of the most senior fugitives in the valley. Di Hou naturally has already broken through the bottleneck of the year. His current martial arts realm is not much more than the two main owners of Wanxialou and Bafanglou, both of whom are martial arts.

"drink"

When it was said that it was late, it was fast, but Wen Dihou screamed and screamed, and his figure had already flashed to the side of Yuan Yu, and the eight-ring sword had fallen like a thunder.

His knife is heavy, but it is very fast, and the eyes of the people are almost invisible.

However, Yuan Hao can see.

Not only can you see it... it is also very clear.

"Too slow. Too embarrassed." This is the evaluation that Yuan Hao gave to the other party, and the last sentence that Di Hou heard.

The next second, Di Hou's head left his body.

And his knife... it was empty.

indeed. Di Hou is a first-class master, among the people present. There may be no more than ten people who can catch this knife.

However, in the eyes of Yuan Zhen, Di Hou’s knives are far from enough. From the perspective of martial arts, Yuan Zhen’s sword is “the ultimate in change” on the “extraordinary style”. . As long as it is still under the realm of "having a move", even if the internal strength is trained to the same extent as him, it can compete with him at most. People like Di Hou, who have a lot of internal and external skills, are simply not called opponents...

"Yuan Meng's main magic is alive!"

"Everyone kills with the lord!"

The nearby people saw Yuan Xi’s scene of killing Di Hou, and he shouted out the sound of the situation, which was a strong momentum for the martial arts camp.

Yuan Zhen did not disappoint the same people, and he even performed his high-level efforts. Like a dragon, it flies out, wherever it passes... the remains of the people in the valley.

"Where is it..." in the chaotic battle. Yuan Yu’s heart is like water, and while he is killing, he is thinking, “It’s impossible for these people to raise the fog... there must be a 'special person’ among them, and that person’s skill is strong enough to guide The extent of the airflow must be found out of the dark..."

At the time of thinking, he has killed dozens of people, more than the total number of other gangs. After the gap in the number of people was widened, the situation of confrontation between the two sides reversed.

There are still more than 200 people in the martial arts who can fight, and there are only 30 people left in the funeral valley masters. This way, no matter how the terrain has advantages, it is useless.

Surrounding... has evolved into anti-surrounding. Even if the martial arts of the people in the valley are high, but one person is surrounded by five or six people... the result is self-evident.

Just a slap in the tea, the Broken Soul is already a corpse.

Blood is like rain, like fog, taking away a dead soul...

The "ghosts" who are in the valley are about to be wiped out. Finally, the person who "rises up" the fog... appears in people's sight.

"I didn't expect it..." When the person opened his mouth, it attracted everyone's attention. "...In addition to the king of the king, there are people in the world who are so martial."

The same is the internal force of the sound, according to the different skills of the speaker, the effect is different.

For example, the previous Di Hou and Feng Er (that is, the second one before the opening of the game, and now they have already received the lunch), when they use the internal force to transmit sound, the tone of the speech is relatively high, and the voice used by me is also larger. "You can send the words out and let the people in the distance hear them."

Of course, the person who spoke at the moment, his tone and voice sounded like an understatement; among the martial arts people present, only Yuan Yi can do this, and the insider's work is visible.

"Is it finally to show up?" Yuan Hao looked up at the direction of the sound, which was above a rock a hundred meters away.

At this moment, a farmer dressed up and looks ordinary, standing there with his hands on his back.

Not long after, some people in the crowd recognized him, which led to a horror.

"Magic... Devil..."

"It's actually him! He is still not dead?"

"Before the demon teaches the Lord...Du wins..."

The name, Yuan Hao knows, but he has not seen this person.

Twelve years ago, Yuan Zhen did see a demon leader, but it was not Du Feng.

In that year, Liu Xiangru, the demon leader of the cult, recognized himself as a great success, and the world was invincible... He made a big move into the martial arts.

As everyone knows, the "righteous people" in the martial arts world have a habit, that is... in the case of unfavorable circumstances, they can always find reasons, and there are fewer people in the right place. As for the reasons, everyone knows well...

Of course, if you repeat this classic line here, you can deal with these evil devils. You don't have to say anything about the rivers and lakes!

In short, that year... the devil was annihilated. And the biggest hero in this incident, you guessed it is... Yuan Yu.

Liu Xiangru did not understand when he died. This is where the surname Yuan came out... Although Yuan Hao was recognized as a top-ranking master at the time, but because he used to be too silent, no one knows his martial arts. How high is the limit. It wasn't until he single-handedly killed Liu Xiangru... The martial arts factions realized that this person seemed to be seriously underestimated...

That incident, in the future, became the key capital of Yuan Hao as the martial arts ally.

However, in front of Du Win, and Liu Xiangru's words... that is another difference.

According to the seniors, Du Win is Liu Xiangru's uncle, and his grade is a little older than Liu Xiangru, but this year is only in his early 60s.

When Liu Xiangru was trained to work at the age of forty-eight, Du won had been trained at the age of 30... How high was his martial arts since then, even the elders in the magical education did not know.

Fortunately, Du Win is a man who is a martial artist, but he does not like fighting, so in the years when he was the cult leader, the cult has always maintained the style of not committing me and not committing crimes.

Until the age of forty-three, Du Ying was tired of the intra-industry disputes and angrily passed the position of the leader to the ambitious Liu Xiangru. With the help of the sleeves, no one can ever trace it.

I never thought that... Today, this Du win, actually appeared in the heart of the funeral.

"Allies...he..." Ji can recognize this person. He quickly stepped forward and wanted to remind Yuan Hao.

However, Yuan Hao waved his hand and interrupted the words of the landlord.

A few seconds later, Yuan Hao looked up and used the same method as Du Win to evoke the internal force: "Du win, I heard about you, you are still alive... It’s so good." (To be continued.)