The black-clothed men were originally out of the sheath, and they had an absolute advantage in numbers, although the silver-faced Langjun's method of killing Zuo Chongliang was amazing, and he came to help again, and also got rid of their backup, they did not show cowardice, and were about to rush to the roof to kill the silver-faced Langjun's accomplices.

However, Ouyang Doudou and the others had already flown down and attacked like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, although Ouyang Doudou and the others swept over like an autumn wind sweeping away leaves, but intentionally or unintentionally, they all avoided Bao Xu.

Because the silver-faced Langjun said that she was going to find Bao Xu to settle the accounts of the day.

Bao Xu looked at the posture and moves of the silver-faced Langjun's companion in shock, and a bad premonition rose in his heart. The silver-faced Langjun was much stronger than the one he had seen that night, and his companions were all so strong.

This silver-faced Langjun, where did she gather so many first-class masters?

His eighteen men surrounded the six people on the other side, and the whole courtyard was in chaos.

And his opponent is the silver-faced Langjun who is standing calmly in front of him.

Originally, he didn't take this stinky kid in his eyes, even if he killed Zuo Chongliang within a hundred moves, at this moment, Bao Xu felt that today's things were not so easy to be good.

It's a life-and-death struggle.

The longer it drags on, the more unfavorable it will be for him, and while the companions of the silver-faced Langjun are still in the midst of a melee now, it is impossible to help them for the time being, so he quickly solved the silver-faced Langjun first.

After all, the silver-faced Langjun had already consumed a lot of internal strength when he dealt with Zuo Chongliang just now, and he had a bargain to pick up.

As for whether he can get a living mouth, he can only say sorry to his master.

Anyway, the master is going to deal with Wanyu Hall, and killing the hall master of Wanyu Hall is even more once and for all.

Seeing that the silver-faced Langjun turned his head to look at his companion, it was at this time that Bao Xu shouted in his heart that there was a godsend, and the sword in his hand was wrapped in a fierce wind, and he used it as a hood for the silver-faced Langjun.

This move is not clever, it can be said to be a sneak attack.

However, Bao Xu is ruthless and vicious, he only recognizes the result, unscrupulous means, unlike Zuo Chongliang, who is empty-eyed, even if he deals with a person who doesn't know martial arts, he doesn't mind using sneak attacks to poison him, not to mention the silver-faced Langjun in front of him?

The distance between him and the silver-faced Langjun was originally very close, but at this moment, it was a sudden attack, and almost in the blink of an eye, the sword light reached the front of the silver-faced Langjun.

He was sure that the silver-faced Langjun was distracted just now, and his silver moon dagger hadn't had time to withdraw yet.

Bao Xu laughed cruelly and said, "Silver-faced Langjun, you go to die!"

The net woven by his sword could pierce the little white face in front of him with three transparent holes.

The sword light reached his body, and the silver-faced Langjun was still in place, Bao Xu was overjoyed in his heart, as long as he killed the silver-faced Langjun, he would immediately order the withdrawal, and those companions of the silver-faced Langjun should not be ignored for the time being.

It's a pity that the wishful thinking is good, but the reality makes his eyes almost fall to the ground again.

Under the sword light, the silver-faced Lang Jun's eyes were cold, his expression was calm and indifferent, and he just turned sideways slightly, in his sword light, in the extremely small gap, with extremely impossible, unimaginable, and unbelievable speed and precision, he avoided it.

The blade of the sword was often only a little distance away from him, but it could not hurt him. And he didn't retreat, and he didn't even move under his feet.

The sword light still shrouded him, such a small gap, how did he dodge?