……

……

With an indomitable momentum, the phoenix-winged golden crutch killed three of the temple masters on the city wall in one fell swoop, Murong Tianfeng's face became extremely cold, and the phoenix-winged golden crutch smashed forward arrogantly, a fourth person died, and the golden crutch moved, and Murong Tianfeng wanted to strike again.

Bell –

A sword bearer slashed at the golden crutch with great force.

A green dragon dressed in red stood in front of Murong Tianfeng.

"Die. ”

Murong Tianfeng let out an angry shout, and the golden crutch swung out, heading towards the green dragon.

——

It looks like he is full of bookishness, but the gentle and elegant boy brother is a messenger with a demon in his heart, holding a knife in both hands, flying up and down, giving people a unique beauty, like a butterfly that is constantly fluttering among the flowers, with the double knife flying, there is always blood splashed.

The knives are incomparably sharp, incomparably flexible, but incomparably cruel.

Childe has a smile on his face, but his double knives are mercilessly pierced into the enemy's body, he seems to be an outstanding master, and his stabbing knife is always perfect, either cutting the throat and the wound is just a thin line, or mercilessly cutting the enemy's tendons and tendons, turning them into a puddle of mud.

The thrill of killing made Childe's expression smile excited.

The white clothes were gradually soaked with blood, as if they were messengers of demons.

Bell –

A folding fan opened, blocking Childe's double blades.

Xuanwu, whose face was like frost, looked at Childe and asked aloud, "Who are you?"

The smile on Childe's face narrowed a little, and his eyes became more and more cold-blooded, Xuanwu's face that was enough to make many men's blood gush was just a delicate human skin in his eyes, "You can call me Zhuo Gongzi." ”

Smack-

The folding fan moves.

The terrifying power of the Xuanwu explosion vowed to kill Zhuo Gongzi.

——

The sword was slashed, and a master of the temple was killed.

The green-shirted hunter roared, and the honest-looking strategist swung his sword and slashed the next enemy.

All of a sudden.

A swift wind appeared behind him.

His expression couldn't help but change.

Back sword.

A simple but highly defensible move.

Bang –

One punch to implement.

The body of the blue-shirted strategist rushed forward, slamming heavily into the city wall, and the qi and blood in his body suddenly began to sweep out, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spit out some debris mixed with the five internal organs.

Before the Tsing Yi strategist could react.

The strong wind came again.

Turning abruptly.

The sword stood in front of him.

Bang –

The long sword trembled violently, and the powerful force seeped into the body of the green-shirted strategist, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out again.

A figure slowly appeared in his sight.

The hall master put his hands behind his back, his expression was full of indifference, and his eyes were filled with endless contempt, "I really didn't expect Li Qing to send you to death." ”

The blue-shirted strategist's expression became very pale, and he gasped for breath, looking at the standing figure in front of him, his eyes showing a trace of fear.

Two punches.

Just two punches.

- He just lost the ability to fight.

Eyes moved.

"Run. ”

The blue-shirted strategist decided immediately.

As soon as his body moved, his body moved, and he fled far away, trying to escape.

It's a pity -

The hall master did not intend to let him go.

Footsteps moved.

The fierce fist smashed out mercilessly.

In an instant, eighteen punches were thrown out in a row.

Like a short-roped kite, the Tsing Yi Strategist fell from the sky.

——

The old Taoist priest's expression was very indifferent, his eyes looked at the standing white tiger in front of him, and he shook his head slightly.

The white tiger's expression was full of killing intent.

"Killing intent will disturb your mind, and it will also slow down your sword, which is very bad. The old Taoist priest said slowly.

The white tiger's eyes showed a hint of boredom.

At this moment, who can still be patient to listen to the old Taoist priest's preaching.

"Die!"

A furious voice came from the mouth of the old Taoist priest.

The black giant knife in the white tiger's hand slashed towards the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest shook his head helplessly, and the green steel sword in his hand leaned out very casually, at a very small angle, as if the breeze was swinging the branches of the willows.

Bell –

Swords meet.

Sparks fly.

The white tiger felt his arm go numb.

The old Taoist priest's expression was extremely calm.

Gently shaking his arm a few times, the killing intent in the white tiger's eyes was even worse, he took a deep breath, held the knife in both hands, his body moved violently, and then rose into the sky.

The giant knife slashed down.

The old Taoist priest's expression became serious.

With a slight movement of the green steel sword, endless sharp sword qi suddenly came out, and the bearer's fierce power stabbed forward.

Buzz –

The sound of trembling in the void continued.

Boom –

The aftermath of the rage swept in all directions.

The white tiger's body fell backwards at a faster rate.

A terrible cry was heard.

There was no flesh and blood on the hands holding the knife, and from the wrist bones, all of them were white bones, and the severe pain made the white tiger unbearable.

The old Taoist priest's expression revealed a trace of anger.

He's noisy.

One step out, the Qinggang sword stabbed out.

The white tiger's body couldn't help but tremble, and he felt a trace of pain.

Soon, this trace of pain was infinitely magnified, sweeping through his whole body.

The pupils shrank, then dilated infinitely, and finally lost the last trace of luster.

The white tiger died.

The old Taoist priest's expression regained his indifference again, and he walked forward with his hands behind his back, looking for the next opponent.

……

……

The phoenix-winged golden crutch and the blood sword collided again.

The green dragon's body slammed backwards, and the force of his force slammed him against the city wall.

A long howl rang out.

The green dragon drew his sword again.

Murong Tianfeng's eyes flashed with a strange luster, and the phoenix winged golden cane in his hand was ready to wait.

The sword is getting closer.

Murong Tianfeng's eyes showed a hint of anger.

Jin Guan suddenly moved, and went straight to Qinglong's throat

At the end of the golden cane, the flower of death blooms again.

Qinglong's expression couldn't help but change, and he forcibly reversed his body, trying to escape.

The killing intent has been decided, and Murong Tianfeng will never let Qinglong leave.

There's no way to hide.

Qinglong was a little deflated.

However, at this moment, Murong Tianfeng's body flashed to the side in a hurry, and the golden crutch in his hand was also smashed to the right.

Qinglong couldn't help but have a trace of doubt.

At this moment, a figure appeared in his sight.

The hall master stood in Murong Tianfeng's position just now.

As long as it is the slightest delay, I am afraid that Murong Tianfeng will become the soul of the hall master's fist.

"It's kind of interesting. ”

Seeing that Murong Tianfeng had successfully escaped, a smile appeared in the hall master's expression.

"Withdraw!"

Murong Tianfeng, who had fled, spoke decisively.

——

After nearly a month of stalemate in the Nanban war, Taiqian suffered a heavy blow.

A Celestial Advisor.

Three thousand armoured men.

All dead.

(End of chapter)

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