Chapter 1490

Quietness often belongs to the late night, but this night, the secret base of Laoshan is very noisy.

The super fighting spirit of the members of the Shencha Sect was completely beyond the expectations of the members of the Tianjian Sect. The failure of the Shenchamen clearly shows that the army is in a state of chaos. It's unscientific why the doormen seem to swallow small blue pills so fiercely that they can't be more fierce. The fierceness of Tianjianmen also exceeded the expectations of the Shenchamen. They knew that Zhou Xiaotong had a grievance with Dong Stone, but they didn't understand what the grievance was about the closed door. Judging by the posture of the Tianjianmen, it seemed that they would not stop until they killed all the Shenchamen. Where did this hatred come from? When did you end the grudge?

What happened in front of them shocked the onlookers. Is this a duel of high-level warriors? No, no, high-level warriors compete not only for their cultivation, but also for their scheming and their reaction to the enemy. The high-level warriors of Shencha Sect headed by Dong Sitong and the Tianjian Sect headed by Zhou Xiaotong came up with ten Divided combat power, no detours and no strategies, just like two groups of wild beasts that have been suppressed for many years and finally released, venting their depression and hatred in the endless prairie.

This is a battle between Tianjianmen and Shenchamen, and a duel between Zhou Xiaotong and Dong Stone. One wants revenge, and the other wants to use blood and life to protect the dignity of the sect. When the two sides meet, they are in the same situation. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as sparks hitting the earth. The other sect warriors may be covered in blood, so they have to join the battle group He died in Huangquan in minutes.

when!

The long sword and the short fork were exchanged in mid-air, and a brilliant flame flashed across. A little bit of internal force is externalized, like stars embellishing the sky.

Zhou Xiaotong spun and landed on the ground, holding a sword in her right hand, pointing at the sky obliquely, staring at Dong Stone.

Suddenly, a dazzling brilliance flashed behind Dong Sitong's left side. It was the three guardians of Tianjianmen who arrived with their swords and wanted to attack Dong Sitong.

"Don't touch him, Dong Sitong's life is mine!" Zhou Xiaotong shouted coquettishly at the three protectors.

The third protector paused, stomped wildly with his right foot out of thin air, and the long sword in his hand drew a graceful trajectory, turning to kill Chi Mengtian. When turning around, there was a trace of worry in Zhou Xiaotong's eyes.

Dong Sitong took a step back, clasped his crosses in front of him, squinted at the third protector who was galloping away, and said coldly: "Listen, brothers, this is a personal grudge between me and Zhou Xiaotong, and I have accepted her brother's order." Now, no one can interfere with her life now!"

In fact, needless to say, the disciples of Shencha Sect didn't intend to touch Zhou Xiaotong either. When they set out from Shenchamen, everyone firmly believed in this idea-to try their best to kill the people of Tianjianmen. Under the guidance of this idea, they instinctively chose this way of coping-choose as much as possible or less powerful than their own. Fight against poor opponents, so as to receive the best combat results.

When Dong Sitong mentioned the past hatred, Zhou Xiaotong became even more angry, and his mind was full of images of his brother's death. What is the purpose of her forbearance for so many years, isn't it to avenge Dong Sitong by beheading him?

"Take my life, I'll kill your whole family!" Zhou Xiaotong moved towards Dong Sitong like a shooting star.

The sword light flickered slightly in mid-air, and the exquisite internal force contained faintly stirred the air flow, raising her long hair. Zhou Xiaotong's martial arts cultivation may not be too high, but her inheritance is absolutely top-notch.

This sword condenses the comprehension of several generations of masters of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and it is an out-and-out secret skill.

Dong Sitong's pupils contracted for a while, and the sharp murderous aura of the shop made him realize that the sword was no small matter, but this did not prevent him from continuing to disturb Zhou Xiaotong's mind: "It's useless to be cruel, what works is strength! Your brother's words were more cruel than you back then , Didn’t I have my head chopped off?”

"This time it's you!" Zhou Xiaotong gritted his silver teeth, his body kept spinning in mid-air, and the internal force surrounding him suddenly gathered towards the long sword. The long sword that was blooming with cold light suddenly changed its color, it was redder than blood and colder than ice, where Zhou Xiaotong's figure passed, there was a faint condensation of frost.

Zhou Xiaotong's speed increased by three points, and the strength of stabbing Dong Sitong increased by nine points. This is a shocking sword, and it is the ultimate sword.

The duel between Dong Stone and Zhou Xiaotong is obviously the highlight of the night. After experiencing a brief astonishment, the friends who watched from a distance naturally focused on Zhou Xiaotong and Dong Stone. Let the friends be fascinated by watching, what is martial arts, what is martial arts, what is martial arts, Dong Stone and Zhou Xiaotong used their outstanding performance to update the long-standing concepts of the friends.

As the two landed on the ground, the friends realized that the next battle would be more intense, but they never expected that the sword suddenly thrown by Zhou Xiaotong would be so powerful, and a burst of exclamation sounded from this.

They couldn't find any flaws in this sword, and everyone believed that Dong Sitong must die.

It has to be said that the onlookers underestimated Dong Stone, and even the members of the Shencha sect underestimated their current head.

Dong Sitong, who has been living under the halo of Dong Tianhua, is much less aggressive than his talented elder brother, especially in the area of ​​martial arts cultivation, Dong Sitong has the strength to crush Dong Tianhua. Dong Sitong is too low-key, so low-key that in the minds of Shenchamen, he is not even as good as Chi Mengtian. At this moment, all warriors who were lucky enough to appreciate the next scene finally understood that Dong Tianhua's handing over the head of the Shencha Sect to Dong Stone was not for selfishness, but Dong Stoneng really had the strength to lead the Shencha Sect.

When everyone thought that Dong Si would surely die, he suddenly soared into the sky, holding the short fork in both hands, and suddenly slashed downwards, rushing towards the sword light with a very graceful dot.

Facing the stabbing Zhou Xiaotong, Dong Sitong spun and fell. As a result, the long sword slashed past Dong Sitong's back, and with a snort, his clothes were torn in two.

Zhou Xiaotong's figure was also ten feet away to the right, and her ultimate sword pierced through the air. A sword that condensed the wisdom essence of many generations of Tianjianmen actually pierced through the air? !

"Just like your brother, I don't know how to use the inheritance. I'm sorry for the immortality of this kind of IQ!" Dong Sitong said so, and finally stopped turning down, and pressed down with his left hand, and the strong internal force surged , The powerful recoil made him soar into the sky like an eagle with wings spread.

Flying to a pole, Dong Sitong held a fork in his right hand and fell straight down. On the short fork, dots of dim light flickered.

Dong Sitong used 120% of his strength for this blow, and he only used 80% of the winning move against Zhou Xiaotong's brother back then, because at this moment he knew that if he couldn't take Zhou Xiaotong's life, he would be the one who fell.

No matter how subtle the trick is, its flaws will be revealed the moment it misses, and Zhou Xiaotong, as a fairy-level warrior, cannot be unaware of it.

Her cold eyes swept upwards, and from Dong Sitong's eyes he saw the familiar cruelty.

Let's see who is more ruthless! A strange smile flashed across the corner of Zhou Xiaotong's mouth, and he stomped his right foot out of thin air with the help of internal force, instead of choosing to dodge, he rushed up along the trajectory of Dong Sitong's thrust.

The masters compete with one another to win or lose! Dong Sitong did not expect Zhou Xiaotong to respond in such a way. Thinking of all the things this petite woman had done for revenge, and her impeccable response at this time, he could not help but praise loudly: "What a Zhou Xiaotong!"

Crazy bloomed in Zhou Xiaotong's eyes, and his crisp words stirred in the air: "I die, you don't live either!"

Pooh!

The short fork pierced through the top of Zhou Xiaotong's head.

The moment the short fork touched the skull, Zhou Xiaotong's wrist trembled slightly, and the two cold lights were like two fireflies swimming slowly in the dark night of thousands of years. One quietly flew to Dong Stone's neck, and the other quietly crawled to Dong Stone's dantian .

Chila!

The short fork was drawn out.

Facing the boundless sky, that petite woman fell powerlessly. She held the long sword tightly in her right hand, and bright red blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

boom!

There was a muffled sound, and when she hit the ground heavily, there was a little bit of relief in the corner of her mouth, and she slowly closed her eyes.

Dong Sitong leaned on the ground with a short fork, knelt on the ground with one knee, blood sprayed from his neck, and his dantian was already broken.

Chi Mengtian kicked a Heavenly Sword Sect martial artist and rushed towards him, wanting to hand Dong Stone a pill, but he met Dong Stone's extremely indignant eyes.

Chi Mengtian understood the meaning of that look. It's hopeless, don't waste resources, kill Tianjianmen, and then take Laoshan!

"Revenge for the head!" Chi Mengtian roared hysterically with red eyes.

Dong Sitong looked at Chi Mengtian who was drifting away, and smiled at the fallen corpses of doormen. At this moment, the brothers used the short fork in their hands to maintain the dignity of Shenchamen, and slapped Chaotianjianmen's face heavily with their own martial arts cultivation base! Just the combination of three groups of people and horses in Laoshan will drive the Shenchamen to extinction? wishful thinking! Hu Zuowei, you paid the price for your arrogance! Losing these three groups of people, I don't believe you can still make a difference in the upcoming melee of the sect!

Those who covet my God's Fork Gate will be punished even if they are far away, and those who insult my God's Fork Gate will never die!

Dong Sitong fell to the ground, and the short fork touched the concrete floor, making a pleasant sound amidst the endless fighting. Just like the grievances between him and Zhou Xiaotong, no one will explore what the grievances between them are, let alone their feelings hidden in their hearts. This night, they just used their lives to make a melodious sound in the history of the hidden world, a short and crisp sound, that's all.

The fighting continued, and there were more and more corpses on the ground. The three guardians of Tianjianmen looked at the disciples who were slowly falling down, and then at Chi Mengtian who had a murderous expression on his face, and raised his sword high: "I will never die! Let them know what Tianjianmen is!"

After she finished speaking, she poured all her internal energy into the blade of the sword, flicked her wrist, shot Chi Mengtian fiercely, and charged forward like a sharp sword.

Seeing the three guardians doing this, the other disciples immediately followed suit.

Dying light! This is the legendary dying light! Ancient stunt!

The onlookers were all icy cold. What the two parties hold is not the idea of ​​a competition but the heart of death. How crazy and passionate is this? At this moment, they seem to vaguely understand why it is difficult for our sect to find a sense of existence in the hidden world. They lacked an aura, the aura of seeing death as home for the sake of dignity. This is the soul of the sect, the root of the nation!