"Kill them!"

Bing Ji's face was expressionless, and the blade of the sword pointed directly at Wang Hao's eyebrows.

The black-clothed guards were like a group of bloodthirsty devils, without any sound, they raised their knives and killed Wang Hao and the silver fox.

The ghost swordsman was also like being possessed by the overlord of Chu, pulling out the mountain and covering the world, wielding a giant sword, and slashing at Wang Hao's Heavenly Spirit Gate.

Wang Hao stepped forward and swung his sword to block!

A cold light burst out of Bing Ji's eyes, locking on the silver fox's body.

"Huh!"

The long sword in her hand was raised, and a brilliant arc of light was slashed, like a meteor chasing the moon, and slashed over.

Silver Fox didn't expect Bing Ji to suddenly attack him, and was caught off guard and hurriedly resisted.

Whether it is Bing Ji or Silver Fox, they are all peerless beauties with national color and fragrance.

Now the two of them are entangled together, not so much fighting as dancing.

If it was in its heyday, the silver fox would still have the strength to fight against Bingji.

But now that she has not recovered from her serious injuries, the skills she can show are only six or seven percent of the usual.

Moreover, even the body method she relied on the most, here in Bingji, she didn't get any bargains.

Therefore, after only three or five rounds of confrontation, Silver Fox fell behind and was pressed and beaten by Bing Ji.

Wang Hao saw that the silver fox was in danger and was eager to go to the rescue.

However, as soon as he had this plan, he saw six black-clothed guards, in groups of three or three, holding bright arc-shaped steel knives, divided into two directions, left and right, surrounding Wang Hao's retreat, leaving him with no time to separate.

"Huh!"

Bing Ji knotted the lotus seal in her hand, picked up her sword, and slashed at the shoulder of the silver fox.

The silver fox was wounded, unable to dodge, and was cut by her, and the gurgling blood flowed out.

Blood stained the earth, the night, and Wang Hao's eyes!

Seeing the silver fox's aching teeth clenched and his face pale as paper, Wang Hao suddenly burst out and shook the ghost swordsman away with one punch.

At this moment, the two black-clothed killers exchanged a look with each other and slashed at him with their swords.

Wang Hao is fearless, the whole person is like the reincarnation of a killing god, killing a god when he encounters a god, and killing a demon when he encounters a demon.

"Huh!"

The seven-star sword in his hand went against the trend, drawing a brilliant sword arc, like a meteor chasing the moon, slashing towards the comer.

A black-clothed killer saw that the situation was not good, and immediately swung his knife to resist.

"Click!"

The Seven-Star Divine Sword sharpened iron like clay, and directly split his sword in half.

The black-clothed killer who lost his blade was not spared, and was directly split in half by Wang Hao, and blood was like a pillar, gushing out.

Without waiting for the second killer to react, Wang Hao raised his sword and slashed over.

Seeing Wang Hao so ferocious, this unlucky guy was so frightened that he retreated again and again.

But even so, he still couldn't save his life!

The seven-star sword was like a scythe of death, and it directly cut off his head.

Wang Hao at this time is the god of killing mentioned in Li Taibai's poem.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles!

All the killers who have met him will all lie down obediently in the next moment.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Hao had already killed in front of Bing Ji.

Bing Ji didn't expect Wang Hao to work so hard, and she couldn't help but be surprised.

She raised her sword horizontally, drew a cross arc in the air, and met Wang Hao.

In the face of Bing Ji's fierce offensive, Bing Ji did not retreat but advanced. With his own shoulder, he met her sword.

"Bang!"

The long sword in Bing Ji's hand stabbed diagonally into Wang Hao's left shoulder blade.

"Wang Hao?" the silver fox shouted hysterically.

Wang Hao looked at the long sword that Bing Ji stabbed into his body, and a devilish smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It's all over!"

The words of the slaughter were still spinning back and forth on the tip of Wang Hao's tongue, and he saw the seven-star long sword in his hand blooming with a dazzling light, slashing towards Bing Ji's snow-white neck.

This sword just wants Bing Ji's life!

Seeing this scene, the ghost swordsman was like a mad dog, and rushed over with a giant sword.

When Wang Hao saw the ghost swordsman coming, he slapped his palm and shook it out.

Taking advantage of this moment, Bing Ji's hands were sealed, condensing a colorful lotus shield, and met Wang Hao's fatal blow.

"Dang Qiang!"

The Seven-Star Divine Sword is like a dragon entering the sea, rolling back and forth in the colorful lotus.

"Boom!"

A burst of dazzling essence light bloomed, and the Seven-Star Divine Sword broke through the lotus shield and slashed towards Bing Ji.

Bing Ji spread her arms outstretched, like a kite with a broken string, and fell backwards.

The light and strange body style allowed her to dodge Wang Hao's fatal sword. However, on her cheeks, which were as white as jade, there was an extra finger-long sword mark, and a faint amount of blood slowly seeped out from it.

This sword directly broke her appearance!

Women love beauty and care about their looks. Even the Holy Maiden Bing Ji, who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, is the same!

The sword just now consumed all of Wang Hao's True Yuan internal strength, and at this time, he was already at the end of his crossbow.

He glanced at Bing Ji and then at Silver Fox, and then strode over.

"Let's go!" As he spoke, Wang Hao picked up the silver fox and ran forward.

The ghost swordsman saw that there was a shocking sword mark on Bingji's beautiful face, and his heart was like a needle prick.

Watching the beloved woman disfigured is ten, a hundred times more painful than killing him.

He walked up to Bing Ji and said in a hoarse voice: "My subordinates are incompetent, and I hope that the saint will be punished!"

Bing Ji didn't answer, but gently stroked her injured cheek with her hand.

The sword marks are shocking!

At this time, a cold wind blew, raising Bingji's green silk.

After pondering a good opportunity, Bing Ji opened her mouth and said, "Withdraw!"

Although the ghost swordsman couldn't understand why the Holy Maiden gave the order to retreat at this time. However, he didn't dare to ask more about this, but said angrily: "Holy Maiden, please rest assured, I will definitely kill that Wang Hao'er and avenge you!"

Bing Ji waved her hand and said coldly: "No, this holy woman wants to kill him personally!"

After saying that, she walked away with hatred.

Wang Hao hugged the silver fox and ran for thirty miles, and after making sure that there were no pursuers, he stopped.

The silver fox looked at the wound on Wang Hao's shoulder that was still oozing blood, and said very distressedly: "Wang Hao, why are you so stupid?"

Wang Hao pretended to smile lightly and said, "It's okay, it's just a little injury!"

The silver fox glanced at him and said angrily: "Cut, when I'm blind, isn't it?

Wang Hao pursed his lips and said, "Okay, I'm seriously injured, so how can you compensate me?"

The silver fox's smart eyes blinked in the air and asked, "What compensation do you want?"

Wang Hao's eyes rolled back and forth, with a wicked smile, and asked tentatively: "Why don't you do this, how about you make a promise with your body and use your flesh to pay for it?"