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At the moment when his body came out, Zhang Xiaoyu's black sword moved abruptly and stabbed straight out.

Bite!

Guns and swords met and a sound sounded.

The two passed by.

In a flash.

An arrow burst out, and the qi machine firmly locked on Zhang Xiaoyu, just in case of carelessness.

Suddenly turned around.

Zhang Xiaoyu stabbed out with a sword.

The arrows that burst out were cut in two, and the powerful force it carried still made Zhang Xiaoyu's body shake uncontrollably.

Just this one.

Suddenly, in the darkness, there was a cold light of stars.

The spear of the silver sky came again, arrogant and domineering.

A flying knife was silent like a meteor.

A thick iron rod smashed into Zhang Xiaoyu's back with the sound of the howling wind, carrying the force of destroying stone powder and gold.

The blood moon was lightless, and above the scimitar, the blood light was terrifying, sweeping out.

Suddenly, there was a whimper, and a heavy hammer smashed into Zhang Xiaoyu with a violent path.

Between the surging sword qi, a soft sword was as vicious as a poisonous snake.

In the distance, a tall figure opened his bow and sword, his eyebrows were furrowed, and Zhang Xiaoyu, whose breath was firmly locked, was waiting to shoot the last sword.

The black sword flickered.

It seems to be very slow, but it is actually extremely fast.

The myriad coherent afterimages in the void seemed to slow down.

One step out, a wave of qi rolled out with Zhang Xiaoyu's body, the black sword hit the spear again, the sword style turned, the black sword was like a spirit, directly wrapped around the spear, straight down.

In a shrill sound, countless sparks splashed out.

The black sword slashed down the barrel of the gun.

Yinkong's expression changed.

The spear shook and suddenly raised.

Zhang Xiaoyu's body turned and slapped out with one palm.

The long sword suddenly sank, and the black sword instantly arrived in front of Yinkong.

The right foot touched the ground, and the earth suddenly cracked, and the body of the silver sky burst backwards and retreated.

The body turns again.

With the hilt of the sword in one hand and the tip of the sword in the other, the long black sword was actually bent

The knives were silent.

Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes moved, and the tip of the sword was loosened.

The tip of the sword pops out, facing the throwing knife.

The throwing knife suddenly reversed and left.

The whistling wind sounded in his ears, and the business like a ghost crying wolf continued to pour into Zhang Xiaoyu's ears.

Zhang Xiaoyu made a move that made the difference.

He bent down.

The black sword in his hand was reversed and stabbed in the back.

Sou!

In the darkness, an arrow appeared as swiftly as a beast, grazing the back of Zhang Xiaoyu's head.

A sword stabbed out, hitting the swift iron rod.

The iron rod fell into the air, but a tall figure appeared.

The iron rod swept out, and the swift and powerful power made it impossible to get close at all, let alone make a move.

Zhang Xiaoyu took a step back.

The chill behind him was terrifying, and the scimitar cut through the night, sweeping out with a bloody light.

The black sword stood up in front of him.

The scimitar slashes through.

A brief spark flashed.

At the same time, the heavy hammer and soft sword formed a flank attack on Zhang Xiaoyu from both sides.

One is just and one is yin.

The fit is seamless.

With both feet on the ground, Zhang Xiaoyu's body rose into the sky, and as soon as the black sword moved, a sword light swept out.

The light of the Shura Sword Slaughter.

A piece of sword light emitted by the black sword formed a huge fan, and a depressing atmosphere suddenly appeared.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood in the air, covered in blood, clothed in the light of the blood moon, and the whole person was coming out of hell Shura.

A huge fan burst out, and the strong killing intent shocked many people around.

"I really didn't expect that some people would really take great pains to deal with me, but since you sent it to the door, then I was also unceremonious. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu, who was standing in the air, gently spit out a sentence.

At this moment, the people who attacked him together must be the people of the Martial King.

Zhang Xiaoyu's heart is very clear, but he doesn't say it, many things are like this, even if he is very clear in his heart, he has to pretend to be confused.

The killing intent became incomparably fierce.

The black sword moved leisurely.

The light in the huge fan shape suddenly echoed with the black sword.

In a flash.

In a confined space, it becomes pitch black.

With the light of the black sword, with a terrifying killing intent, even the faint light of the blood moon was completely devoured.

A scream rang out.

A thin figure fell out of the darkness.

Holding a half-truncated sword in his hand, his expression was as pale as white paper, with a hint of fear, and a hideous wound was exposed on his chest, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

Zhang Xiaoyu stepped out and fell into the air.

A sword is slashed out.

Before the thin figure could react, it was cut off.

The momentum is unabated.

Zhang Xiaoyu's body jumped up again and again and ran into the distance.

A tall man in a black suit has been bending his bow and sword for a long time, waiting for the best time.

Suddenly, the man's expression changed, as if he sensed the crisis.

I wanted to retract the bow but found it too late.

As a last resort, an arrow was fired.

The arrow grazed Zhang Xiaoyu's scalp.

The black sword slashed straight down.

The man raised his bow to block.

But in vain.

With a devastating momentum, the black sword directly cut off the bow, and then cut the man in two.

In an instant, the eight generals of the Martial King lost two more people.

The body did not stop, and Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly returned.

Looking at the five generals who came out of the light of slaughter, it was another sword.

There is no door to Shura Sword Hell!

A sword is slashed out.

There was a desperate aura in the fierce killing intent, which made people's hearts chill, and all people under the shroud of sword light had a thought, that is, to stay away from this place, the farther away the better.

Between powerful oppression.

Zhang Xiaoyu's figure leaned out like a ghost.

A faint wind hangs.

Continuous screams rang out continuously.

Between a few breaths.

The wind goes out.

The screams stopped.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood still.

Among the remaining five of the eight generals, there was a hint of shock in Yinkong's expression, a man with a thin torso, but a man with a hammer was bleeding blood on his chest, and a tall man was leaning on the iron rod to the ground, holding on to prevent him from falling to the ground.

As for the other two, they have been turned into corpses.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood in place.

The powerful killing intent emanating from his body made everyone in the canyon fearful.

"If you don't want to die, it's not too late to leave. ”

The words shook the entire canyon with internal force.

Those whose strength barely entered the stream couldn't help but begin to waver.

Originally, they just wanted to come and join in the fun, watch the battle, and see if there was a chance to make a profit.

However, the reality is incomparably cruel.

When they enter the canyon, they are involved in the killing.

Many people don't care whether they have the idea of seizing the sword or not, they just attack them, and they are dead.

It's better to be alive than dead.

Someone started to quit.