"Hehe, if you don't do it again, the lord of the royal city will send someone. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Qian Jin smiled, the whole person went from static to moving, and the two Linjiao knives in his hands cut into the chaotic battle in a sudden way.

I saw two snowy sword lights rising and retracting, and the knife momentum was quickly deployed. A bloody light rushed out from the corner of Xiang Yiming's eyes.

"A Ming.. One hit! ”

Tuoba Qian yelled nervously, opening her mouth and gasping for air. She reached out and grabbed Xiang Yiming's robe, her eyes full of tears.

"I'm fine... Don't be nervous. Xiang Yiming felt the heat in the corner of his eyes, the blood-stained sword in his hand was sealed horizontally on his chest, and he turned around and hooked the corners of his mouth at Tuoba Qian, and smiled, "Follow me.." I'll take you out. ”

His words were soft, but he spoke with great confidence. So much so that Tuoba Qian stared at Xiang Yiming's soft blue eyes, and she was a little distracted. For a moment, the pear at the corner of her mouth swirled, she nodded, and grabbed Xiang Yiming's robe with both hands even harder, like the streets of Los Angeles that year, "Well, I'll follow you... I've been following you..."

Xiang Yiming turned his head, and the blade of the horizontal seal twisted with the rotation of his wrist, forcing away the attack of the star charm.

"Second brother, third brother, let's rush out!" Xiang Yiming's left hand was pressed against the handle of the knife, and his back bowed slightly. The cyan veins exposed on his arm swelled little by little, as if they were about to burst, and the swelled veins extended all the way to under his earlobes, which was extremely terrifying.

Everyone noticed Xiang Yiming's sudden change, and their expressions showed surprise. Xiang Yiming's appearance reminded them of the rampers of the "Feather Clan", who were the madmen who really made all the warriors fearful.

"Okay." Li Ziqian and Mu Boyi each nodded, they glanced at Xiang Yiming from the corner of their eyes, and frowned.

The two of them walked around to the back of Tuoba Qian, their bodies leaning towards Tianluo's killer, ready for Xiang Yiming's outburst at any time.

"Keep up with me, don't fall behind."

As soon as the low words reached Tuoba Qian's ears, Xiang Yiming moved, leaving Tuoba Qian's back as majestic as a mountain.

The strong and violent momentum condensed, and Tianluo's assassins faced Xiang Yiming who roared, their palms covered with sweat. They are well aware of the destructive power of the "Crazy Guys". After taking a step back, all the Tianluo assassins suppressed the beating heart in their chests, and surrounded them without fear of death, and for a while, the sword light flashed, and the blood soared.

"Zifeng, a human race actually has the power of my feather clan's 'rage', this really surprises me! The man in white looked at Xiang Yiming, and he sighed. Although he is a member of the "white" clan of the Yu clan, his bloodline cannot give him the power of rage. For Xiang Yiming's sudden change, he had some doubts and envy in his heart.

"Do you need me to make a move early?" The man with the two waist knives spoke hoarsely, and the thumb of his right hand buckled on the black sheath waist knife and slowly moved up, gripping the handle tightly.

"Well, time is running out, and I can only cooperate with Tianluo's people first." The man in white nodded, and his wings suddenly spread behind his back, and he pounced on Xiang Yiming like a wind.

The people behind him immediately moved, with long swords in their hands, lined up and blocked the doorway.

"Get out, whoever stands in my way, die!"

Xiang Yiming roared, his arm slammed into force, and the long knife that stabbed diagonally was heavily split by him. He let go of his steps and moved forward, cracking cracks in the leather inside his underwear, and the upside-down flesh rolled up and turned into the cracks in the leather with the force of his body, pressing out large patches of scarlet blood.

The assassins of Tianluo were all shocked, they clearly knew that the long knife in their hands had slashed into the leather, but the man in front of them was covered in blood and killed more and more fiercely.

Xiang Yiming stood in front of the woman without fear, but the assassin of Tianluo was afraid. The madness of the madness of the madness of the madness made them always feel that they were facing a beast that was tireless and painless.

When a hole was revealed in the Tianluo assassin's encirclement, the man in white led Zifeng and the others to immediately fill the gap.

Facing Xiang Yiming, who was walking violently, Zifeng exuded an extremely murderous aura from the inside out, and his right hand slammed hard. The blade slid out scraping against the inner wall of the black scabbard, making a panic-making screech.

Years of fighting told him that the silver-white overlord knife in Xiang Yiming's hand was definitely a danger to him. So, his left hand was already pressed on his side on the second knife, ready to charge his strength.

Xiang Yiming stretched his arms, let go of his left hand, and shook the knife in his right hand towards the two of them, and immediately retracted the side to seal the direction of the two people's attacks.

The two were shocked, and before they could react, they saw Xiang Yiming slamming towards them. The arms of the three collided together, and their respective weapons could not be turned into attacks at close range.

Zifeng was slightly annoyed, and when his left hand was about to draw the knife, the back of one hand was full of green tendons that were exposed and pressed against the handle of his knife. Xiang Yiming used the force of his footsteps to move forward, and suddenly pressed down the blade that Zifeng wanted to pull out, and ran past the two with Tuoba Qian.

The man in white and Zi Feng hurriedly stretched out their hands in the blink of an eye, trying to grab Tuoba Qian behind Xiang Yiming.

As soon as the two of them stretched out their hands, a shot and a knife slashed down. Li Ziqian, who was covering Xiang Yiming and Tuoba Qian from behind, caught up and slashed at the situation.

Faced with the sudden blow, Zifeng and the others were taken aback and hurriedly stopped. The blade slashed diagonally along the backs of their hands, bringing up a few blood flowers.

"Don't let them go."

Seeing Xiang Yiming taking Tuoba Qian to break through Zifeng and the man in white, Qian Jin shouted, and the Linjiao knife in her left hand was thrown out by her, and she spun towards Tuoba Qian.

Xiang Yiming, who was rushing forward to kill, jumped his eyelids, and when his hand raised the knife and fell, the head of a man who surrounded him was washed down by the blood spring, and his headless body was crooked and fell. He turned his head suddenly, and the shadow of the Horn Knife in his pupils grew bigger and bigger.

"Be careful." His body quickly turned sideways, his left arm wrapped around Tuoba Qian's slender waist, and his right hand held a knife to protect Tuoba Qian's head with his arm, taking the other party's whole person into his chest.

The spinning Linjiao knife cut diagonally between Li Ziqian and Mu Boyi, and both of them jumped eyelids, watching as the Linjiao knife pierced Xiang Yiming's right arm, and the knife and fork were stuck in the leather.

Tuoba Qian, who was being protected by Xiang Yiming, trembled, her face was pressed against Xiang Yiming's chest, and a low sobbing sound came out of her throat. The blood on Xiang Yiming's arm dripped down the side of her face, giving her a tingling sensation.

She listened to Xiang Yiming's heartbeat, and tilted her head to look at the Linjiao knife on Xiang Yiming's arm.

The surrounding assassins saw that Xiang Yiming's hand holding the knife was seriously injured, and they immediately surrounded him with a shout.