Chapter 983

Say, the folding fan in the woman's hand opens, on the fan face, is the posture of a beautiful woman.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were attracted by the woman on the fan, which was almost the most beautiful woman they had ever seen in their life. Even the countless pier dogs who read beauty lost their mind and were attracted by the woman's beauty.

What is the sacred woman on this fan? She has such a beautiful face.

Looking at the figure on the fan, a trace of disgust flashed in the woman's eyes.

"Yang Yuhuan!"

Looking at the woman on the fan, an Lushan said solemnly.

He couldn't be more familiar with the woman on the fan.

After inheriting the chessboard of deception, his memory of Anlushan in history will be repeated in his mind from time to time. Many times, he has seen this beautiful woman who can not be found in the imperial palace of the Tang Dynasty, on the court hall, and then to the corpse in the last chaotic army, pushing her to the abyss of death step by step.

He also understood why this artifact was called the fan of calamity to the country. The node of beauty's calamity to the water, the country and the people, and the prosperity and decline of the Tang Dynasty, not only because of her Yang Yuhuan, but also because of his Anlu mountain.

In this way, it can also explain why Yang Jue has such a strong murderous attitude towards him. Jue is also a kind of Yuhuan, which is really an old feud.

For a moment, Yang Jue's figure in front of him seemed to coincide with the gorgeous woman in the memory, and he also seemed to become the Anlu mountain in the memory.

Everything seems to be back to that time, the heyday of Kaiyuan.

"Long time no see." An Lushan said with a little sigh.

Yang Jue looked at him coldly, "for a long time? I don't think it's too long. I can even feel the white silk around my throat. "

"So." An Lushan gave a bitter smile, and a lonely look appeared between his eyebrows.

At this time, an Lushan's ear suddenly sounded a roar of ancient villain.

"Wake up!"

The roar of ancient evildoers was like Huang Zhong Da Lu, which made an Lushan wake up all of a sudden.

Anlu mountain can't help but die. The disaster fan in Yang Jue's hand is less than ten centimeters away from his throat.

"Multiple holy shields!"

Anlushan did not hesitate to use this instant defense spell from Rodney.

It has to be said that the defensive power of Holy Shield is excellent. It not only releases quickly, but also has considerable defensive power. Under the protection of several golden light films, the fan stops 3 cm away from his throat.

"Hoo." An Lushan couldn't help but feel relieved. The situation just now was too dangerous. He accidentally caught each other's way. If it wasn't for Gu Hailai's roar, I'm afraid he would be dead now.

"Thief, it's bad for me!" Yang Jue's beautiful eyes looked at the ancient evil with evil spirit. With a wave of the evil fan in his hand, a strong wind swept past the ancient evil!

Gu Hailai snorted coldly, and the halberd of ten thousand troops was put on the ground. A wall rose up in front of Gu Hailai.

The strong wind hit on the wall, and for a moment, the earth and stones were flying around, but in the end, they failed to pass through the wall.

Anlu mountain is also a face with frost, he was not aware of each other's way, almost lost his life!

"Is that Yang Jue?" An Lushan's face showed a charming smile again, "since an Lushan in history can kill you, then I can kill you for the second time!"

An Lushan's body suddenly rises ten thousand sword Qi, toward the direction of Yang Jue wrapped in the past.

"It's not a gentleman's way to attack a woman like this."

Yang Jue smiles a little, the disaster country fan in the hand is flapping, a vigorous wind surrounds in her surroundings, formed a perfect wind barrier, for her resist the injury of sword Qi.

"Ah," An Lushan said with a smile, "there are so many moral principles in the battle of life and death. Besides, I never said that I am a gentleman!"

An Lushan's body was in a flash, and a shadow was separated from his back. The shadow threw the dagger in his hand into the air and released countless shadow sword Qi!

In the face of such a huge sword attack, Yang Jue was not flustered. He fanned the evil fan in his hand at will. Even if he doubled the shadow sword Qi, it was difficult to break through in a short time.

Gongsun Youyu also takes his eyes back from the people below and turns to the man in front of him.

"As I said, you can't stop me with just one incarnation."

"If you can't stop it, you have to try."

"If you are stubborn, I'll smash your incarnation first, and then I'll ask for your advice. It's your good move!"

Gongsun Youyu holds a hand to the man in Huafu, and the hand becomes huge in the process of moving forward, blocking the sky and the sun. It also emits golden and purple light. It has a strong sense of oppression, and the pressure of people can't breathe.

With a smile on his face, a long sword appeared in her hand. He picked it up with a bright sword light, which cut through the sky and passed it gently on the big golden and purple hand.

The big hands of gold and purple broke in response to the sound and disappeared in the air.

"Yes, there are some ways." Gongsun fish back to hand, praise way.

Just a sword, it broke his strength. The power of Du Zichun's incarnation should not be underestimated.

No one found a clear blood mark on the wrist of Gongsun Youyu's back hand!

pretty good! Du Zichun's attack not only broke Gongsun Youyu's powerful hand, but also hurt him by the way!

"But it's just some way."

"Whoosh

Gongsun Youyu's left hand pointed to the man in Huafu. Between heaven and earth, the wind and cloud changed immediately. Black hurricanes roared in front of Gongsun Youyu, forming two ferocious black dragons!

The black dragon sits in front of Gongsun Youyu, and the golden vertical pupil stares at the man in front of him.

All of a sudden, black dragon power!

Two black dragons opened their mouths together, and two huge black hurricanes spewed out from the mouth of the dragon, converged together and washed away at the men in gorgeous clothes.

With the advent of the black hurricane, everyone here can't help feeling cold. The cold not only acts on the body, but also on the soul and supernatural power. Even so far away, PI Ergou and others have a feeling of stagnant operation of supernatural power, not to mention what kind of scene the gorgeous man in black wind is facing at the moment.

We can't help but resist one after another, but only one person is still standing there like a nobody, and I don't know what we are doing.