And the young man's side was much easier than before, kicked the masked man who attacked him away, snatched the scimitar in his hand, stabbed the masked man's body with a tricky knife, the scimitar vigorously stabbed the masked man through the cross, the masked man clasped the young man's hand to death, it was like using his last strength to block the young man's movements, the young man's hand was buckled by him, and a scimitar flew sideways from the side, the young man's body turned, and the scimitar directly sank into the masked man who was holding his hand, and the masked man had no more strength, He fell to the ground and died thoroughly, and immediately surrounded by three masked men.

Young Lang frowned, these twenty or so people, each of them is a top master, even if he has been thrown into the army since he was a child, he can't get any advantage from fighting against four or five strong men at a time, and if this kind of wheel battle continues, his body will be exhausted sooner or later.

Mr. Chen beside him was already a little out of strength, and every defensive action was accompanied by a heavy panting.

The young man snatched a scimitar, lowered his body and made a gesture like a seal, a knife slashed, the masked man in front of him was waved back by the strong knife wind, he instantly jumped up and kicked over the masked man on the left, the scimitar swung horizontally, blocking the masked man next to Mr. Chen, the scimitar on the other hand instantly stabbed into the masked man's body, and when he fell, he just fell on the masked man who was kicked over by him, his knees bent hard, the masked man's sternum was shattered, his eyes were wide open, but he was already out of breath and less in breath, The young man held the knife in both hands like a spinning windmill, constantly attacking rapidly among the masked people.

"Master, be careful!" The man recognized that this was the famous skill of the young man, and this trick was the most exhausting, and he was not at ease while resisting the scimitar stabbed from behind, while moving to the side of the young man as much as he could.

But Chu Shaoyuan had no time to take care of anything else, after a long time, his hands were numb, sweat mixed with blood kept pouring out, as soon as the wind blew, the heat on the whole body was blown away, and a layer of scarlet blood had condensed on the war knife in his hand.

As soon as he resisted the scimitar attacking on the left, he saw the masked man in the lead knock Xiao Pei's weapon away with a knife, and the next move stabbed Xiao Pei's chest, he suddenly felt cold and shouted: "Xiao Pei!" Then! ”

With all his might, he flew up and kicked the masked man who was blocking him, and threw the suppressed scimitar at Xiao Pei, who took a step back and caught the scimitar to resist the knife.

And Chu Shaoyuan had just let a scimitar pass diagonally from the right side, and suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his calf, and when he looked down, it was the masked man who was kicked and broke his sternum lying on the ground, stabbing his calf with the dagger he carried, and he kicked the masked man's sternum even more.

The wound on his calf hurt and he was a little unsteady on his feet, and there were scimitars on the left and right sides, Wei Qing on his side blocked it with a knife, but Wei Qing's back was wide open, and he was slashed by the masked man, blood splashed out, Wei Qing turned over and stopped the masked man with a knife.

Chu Shaoyuan took a breath, grabbed the war knife with both hands, blocked the scimitar from Wei Qing's right flank, and said quickly: "You don't care about me, take care of your own life!" ”

He slashed the scimitar with great force, and several of the scimitars could not withstand such force, and two of them broke directly from the middle and fell into the soft snow.

Fresh blood poured down the wound on his calf into the snow, and he could feel the wetness of his boots and the coldness of his body.

Wei Qing held back the pain in his back and replied, "Son, take care!" ”

Wei Qing stepped up the movements of his hands as he spoke, helping Chu Shaoyuan to protect the safety of the left and right.

The injury on Chu Shaoyuan's leg tightened, and even his movements slowed down a little, and the masked man who attacked him noticed this, and a scimitar that broke through the air in front of him was about to pierce his injured leg with his softening movements.

He let out a low roar, and suddenly the whole person jumped into the air, with a heavy war knife, it was almost impossible to turn over in the air, accurately avoided the scimitar that slashed at him, and kicked a masked man with the uninjured leg, the war knife slashed diagonally through the chest of another masked man, blood splashed, and at the moment when the masked man fell to the ground, Chu Shaoyuan followed and fell on his body, the war knife pierced his body, followed by the two scimitars that broke through the wind and stabbed him with Chu Shaoyuan's hand holding the war knife, He immediately let go of the sword, picked up a scimitar and rolled on the spot, dodging the slash behind him.

At this time, the young man was already holding a knife in both hands, slashing all the way, and when he saw Chu Shaoyuan's agile skills, he couldn't help but praise: "What a handsome kung fu!" ”

Only then did Chu Shaoyuan turn his head and notice that the young man was holding a war knife in both hands, like a murderous machine, many masked people did not dare to face the young man lightly, he curled his lips and smiled, "After the award, your kung fu is not bad!" ”

As soon as they finished saying this, they saw seven or eight more masked people coming out of the post station, also covered in blood, Chu Shaoyuan looked stunned, how could the team of guards downstairs also have seventeen or eighteen people, and they would all be wiped out, and in an instant he felt endless regret, knowing that this was the case, he should not have let his guard down!

His body was almost overdrawn with the leap he had just made, and he clenched his scimitar hard to get up from the ground, and the wound on his calf hurt so much that he could barely stand on his feet.

The leader of the masked man saw Chu Shaoyuan's leap just now, and keenly noticed that he seemed to have reached the limit, and forcefully got rid of Xiao Pei, who was still pestering him, and slashed at him, Xiao Pei dodged the slash on his shoulder at a very fast speed, and the masked leader's second move followed immediately, and he was one point faster than Xiao Pei's dodge, and the scimitar slashed Xiao Pei's chest, even if Xiao Pei flashed quickly, he was also swept by this knife, and the knife on his chest stained Xiao Pei's front with blood.

The masked man leader flew up with a kick, Xiao Pei took a step back, and the masked man leader went directly towards Chu Shaoyuan, Xiao Pei hurriedly followed, but was blocked by the two masked people next to him.

He shouted anxiously: "Childe be careful! ”

Chu Shaoyuan struggled to block a few scimitars coming from the front, Wei Qing on his side was injured, and the blocking action began to tighten, but the masked man seemed to not know that he was tired, and he became more and more fierce, and he had more and more difficulty coping with it.

Several masked people rushed over to separate Wei Qing from Chu Shaoyuan, and the masked man leader cut through the snowflakes in the sky with a knife, and went directly towards Chu Shaoyuan's chest, Chu Shaoyuan quickly blocked with a knife in his left arm, and immediately cut another scimitar from the side, Chu Shaoyuan avoided it sideways.

The masked leader has a lot of strength, he blocked very hard, between the two sides, there was a sound of breaking the air from behind, he immediately sensed the masked leader's intentions, he tried his best to cut the masked leader's knife that suppressed him, turned over to dodge the knife behind his back, but he didn't have time to dodge the scimitar on the right side, the scimitar slashed through his shirt, pierced into the waist, the wound was half an inch long, the scimitar was pulled out, and the blood beads splashed all the way into the snow.

The smell of blood in the post station is getting stronger and stronger, fresh blood is constantly falling on the white snow, the snow is trampled very porcelain, in the thick night of Chinese New Year's Eve, large pieces of snowflakes have been falling, falling on everyone's body, instantly turned into water droplets.

Chu Shaoyuan's body was getting colder and colder, and the excessive blood loss made him slow to move, and he watched the masked leader slash at him with a knife.

Wei Qing was not far from Chu Shaoyuan, seeing that Chu Shaoyuan didn't have time to dodge, he flew up with one foot, kicked a masked man beside him, knocked Chu Shaoyuan off the rails, and the leader's blade slashed directly towards the masked man, and the strength could not be recovered, the leader watched as his scimitar cut a blood groove on the shoulder of his subordinates, the wound was deep and the bones were visible, and the blood splashed on his face.

A quick darkening flashed in the leader's eyes, and with a gesture, he saw that the masked man's attack seemed to be even more ruthless.

The young man's side is also at the end of the strong crossbow, the young man's hands are due to the rapid force, the green tendons on the guide zhì's arms are bulging, and the arms are swollen, judging from the clothes that have been cut, the blood vessels and veins are like sinuous poisonous snakes entrenched on the young man's arms, which looks very terrifying.

Just when a few people couldn't support it and were about to turn into corpses under the knife, a row of neat footsteps appeared outside the post station.

The young man reacted immediately and said loudly: "Ah Li, we are here!" ”

A group of people immediately came in the post station, all of them were strong men, seeing that the young man's face was full of blood, his eyes widened, and the long knife came out of the sheath to surround him.

The post station instantly turned into a Shura field, this team of people completely exuded a cold murderous aura, and the dark aura on the killer's body is different, the murderous aura on this team seems to have gone through hundreds of wars, only to be tempered and condensed, they have no fancy movements, and the action of slashing on people is completely killing.

If you can't cut your neck, you can cut off your arms and even your thighs, and for a while, the post station was full of human limbs and ruined bodies, and masked people were killed scattered.

Chu Shaoyuan's body had reached its limit, and when he saw this group of people suddenly appear, he felt that something was wrong in his heart, but his brain was groggy, and he couldn't feel the cold and pain on his body, and the whole person stood numbly in the courtyard, looking at this group of people strangely, watching the snowflakes in the sky keep falling on them, and with their crisp and neat movements, the masked people gradually changed from a dozen to eight or nine, seven or eight, or even less......

He couldn't hold it anymore, and as soon as his head became dizzy, the whole person fell down as if he had fallen apart.

[Xiaoyi really wants to show the fight scene with tension and strength, but the more I write, the more I feel that I still don't have (⊙_⊙) enough skills......]