Jiang Feng saw the situation outside through the window, his heart was very anxious, and he turned his head to Jiang Ye and shouted:

"Grandpa!"

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"Brother Yuanxing is outnumbered! We can't sit idly by! ”

"I didn't sit idly by! I'm saving people! Jiang Ye continued to medicate Su Wuqian's eyes. The toxicity of the apricot plant is difficult to completely subside for a while, and the girl has already launched a high fever and is unconscious.

"Then I'll go!"

"Not allowed!" This is Jiang Ye's innumerable number, looking at Jiang Feng with a little anger.

"The people in the village take such good care of us on weekdays, how can we not save us when we die!" Jiang Feng leaned on the edge of the window, grabbed the wooden frame with both hands, and when he saw Zhang Orion who was dead at the head of the village, he suddenly felt his brain blood swelling! "These bastards!! They killed Uncle Zhang Tian!! ”

The wooden frame made a cracking sound in Jiang Feng's hand.

"You calm me!"

The youngest son of Zhang Orion's family is less than a year old, and the youngest son has never called his father in person, and his father was killed by thieves like this! Infinite detachment, difficult to describe family harmony, horse thief ruthless, honest family sinner! The pain of losing his parents can make Jiang Feng empathize with him the most.

"Grandpa, you have saved so many people with medical skills, why do you ignore these defenseless villagers at this time?"

Jiang Feng turned around and said with a questioning tone.

"It's okay to use medical skills to save people, but it's absolutely not okay to use force to save people!"

"But what's the difference!?"

Jiang Ye had already seen the scene of Zhang Orion being killed from a distance, he closed his eyes and said;

"Zhang Tian is born with divine power, and he has been fighting with wild beasts in the mountains all year round, and he has developed a skill. There are 100 steps to penetrate the Yang, and the courage to capture the tiger. The strong too! But in front of the horse thief, he was killed with a knife! It shows that these people are not simple......"

The child was unconvinced: "So what! Can they beat the Snake Marksmanship?! I'm going to avenge Uncle Tian! ”

Jiang Ye turned around and shouted to his grandson who ran away: "I told you not to expose your martial arts, why didn't you listen?" ”

"All I know is that I can't do it if I want to watch them die tragically!"

Jiang Feng ran to the backyard to get the "Silver Snake Red Letter" that was destined to bring bloody rain to the world!

"Feng'er!"

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"Damn, it's ...... at this time"

Yuan Xing knelt on the ground and covered his wounds, crying out again and again.

Yuan Xing, who was in crisis, relied on his instinct to concentrate on luck, but found that there was no qi to mention, and only then did he realize that his aura had not recovered.

In any case, the main weapon of Yuanxing's combat was a charm, and the sword weapon was just a foil to the cake, and the Tianlong sword technique was also created based on defense. Now fighting with a sword is really a last resort.

This group of horse thieves did not wait for Yuan Xing to breathe, and caught up with him and waved his knife frequently, but Yuan Xing could only resist desperately. However, after the recurrence of his injury, his strength, speed, reflexes, and concentration all decreased to varying degrees.

Whenever Yuan Xing swung his sword, there would be a gap, and at this time, there would be horse thieves who took advantage of the void. Not long after, Yuanxing's old injuries have not healed, and new marks have been added! He fought with injuries, his fatigue was revealed, and he had already fallen into the disadvantage. The longer the stalemate in the battle, the more unfavorable it will obviously be for Yuan Xing.

The horse thieves besieging Yuan Xing will not give him a chance to live at all. Yuan Xing knows his situation well, is it necessary to be soft-hearted in the face of these wicked people who are careless about people's lives? How can I avoid backlash to the greatest extent......

The so-called trapped beasts are still fighting, and the horse thief thinks that he underestimated the fighting spirit of Yuanxing in a desperate situation, and his determination to fight for his life!

Yuan Xing covered the wound with his left hand, and swung the Eight Desolation Sword with his right hand to strike at those weapons that killed him. This time, Yuan Xing's moves were obviously more aggressive, and he would immediately accelerate his sword after each block, wanting to slash the horse thief and reduce the pressure on himself.

A sharp blade like a crescent moon slammed straight into the empty space under Yuan Xing's armpit. Yuan Xing's feet slowed down and he couldn't move as flexibly as before. He had to sideways to avoid it, letting the blade run down his arm, cutting through his sleeve.

Yuan Xing adjusted his sword posture and stabbed at the horse thief who attacked him, and with a sword he succeeded, the horse thief retreated from the wound. The sword was stained with the blood of the enemy, and that was the greatest encouragement to himself.

Yuan Xing originally thought that every sword slash could deprive a person of his soul, but now it seems that he thinks too well. The horse thieves were unexpectedly difficult, and they flexibly dodged attacks and cooperated with each other to besiege Yuanxing.

This group of horse thieves killed one wave and another wave. In the face of crowd tactics, Yuan Xing had no choice but to fight and retreat. Retreat under one roof and put your back against the wall. Although there is no way out ahead, at least you don't have to suffer from the enemy on your back and concentrate on what is in front of you.

The villagers of Taolin Village were scared away, some hid back to their homes, and some fled from the village. In addition to the dozen or so people who forced Yuan Xing into a corner, the rest of the horse thieves also gathered to watch the excitement.

The smell of blood at the end of the sword stimulated Yuan Xing's brain, and he involuntarily stuck out his tongue and licked the sweet and delicious elixir. A fishy warmth entered his nose from his mouth and from his nose to his brain, as if something was swimming all over his body, searching everywhere for the buried longing.

"Fuck! Haven't killed him yet? The bald head grabbed the collar of a horse thief and said viciously: "Lao Tzu said let him die!" Are you wiping Lao Tzu's face? ”

After the bald head finished speaking, he threw the mace iron rod at the horse thief, and the horse thief did not dare to slack off, and immediately raised his hands to meet him. But the iron rod was made of solid iron, weighing 100 catties, coupled with the momentum of falling, even though the horse thief had been prepared, when he received the iron rod, he still felt that the center of gravity of his whole body moved forward instantly, and he stumbled and almost fell.

The bald head snatched two scimitars from the hands of the people around him and threw them at Yuan Xing. Yuan Xing saw that the situation was not good and that the crisis was coming, so he hurriedly tilted his head. The scimitar spun wildly in the air, whistling into the wall next to Yuan Xing's earlobe.

A crack cracked in the wall, and in an instant the rubble and gravel burst out. The sand and gravel are blind, but Yuan Xing does not dare to close it. Because the bald head missed one knife, another knife immediately followed.

The scimitar of Beizhan is shaped like a missing moon. The handle is more peculiar, the angle of the curve of the wooden handle is opposite to the blade, and the angle of the bend is different from the other, and the bending amplitude is different. When the bald head threw the scimitar in his hand, the scimitar spun at high speed in the air, and from a distance, it became a circle of Taiji!

The spinning flying blade slaughtered all directions, and the Yuan Star was limited by space and was difficult to dodge. The best way to do it now is to use the Tianlong Sword Technique to block it. It's just a scimitar whirling, not straight as a bow and arrow.

The wooden handle is rotated on the inside, and the blade is rotated on the outside. Under the double rotation, the circle of Tai Chi formed is both surplus and short. The Eight Desolation Sword can only effectively defend itself if it is blocked on the outer rotating blade. If the scimitar axis bypasses the Eight Desolation Sword, the flying blade will go straight to the throat and even cut off the head.

The Tianlong swordsmanship of Tianlongguan, without stabbing or cutting, only shocks the world with the name of the method of percussion, which naturally has its uniqueness.

Yuan Xing held his breath and concentrated, while pressing the wound in his abdomen, he gritted his teeth and advanced, and stood up against the flying knife, as long as he concentrated, he could figure out the trajectory of the scimitar's rotation.

"Jumping in the sky!"

Yuan Xing's torso arm exerted force, his wrist trembled, and he blocked the knife with his sword. With a bang, the scimitar was struck by the blade of the sword, and the fierce force on the knife was transferred, and the whole flew away.

The bald head saw that he had missed, and he was annoyed and angry. "Throw it at Lao Tzu! Tie him into a hornet's nest!! ”

Yuan Xing was trapped in a corner by the horse thieves in a fan shape, and this situation was like a live target. At the bald head's order, waves of horse thieves drew their knives and threw them, and dozens of scimitars flew at the same time, spinning like a full moon and falling like stars. The blade is overflowing with cold light, and it is the god of death urging death!

Yuan Xing used the Tianlong sword technique, striking the blade at a very fast speed, often bursting out of Mars, and the person who pioneered the sword technique back then named this extreme move Star Entanglement.

If you want to practice this trick hard, you must stand in the rain every rainy day, use your sword to beat the rain, and strive not to get wet. At that time, the four senior brothers of the sun, moon, stars, and Chen, only the senior brother Yuanchen could do it.

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Taolin Village, Qiao Youwu:

The fat and thin Taoist priest who was hiding in the village chief's house opened the door with a small crack.

"Senior brother...... There is a fight outside, what are we going to do? ”

Qi Hao retracted the wooden door a little more, "Wait and see what happens!" ”

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Taolin Village, in front of the pharmacy:

Yuan Xing's body was full of blades within a few steps. Looking at Yuan Xing's body again, several bloody cuts were cut out on the outside of his thighs, and his arms, head and neck were also bloodstained. Even more fatal, the part of the right shoulder that was lower than the chest was pierced by the sharp edge of a scimitar and pierced the body.

Yuan Xing supported the ground with his sword, barely standing upright. Xing entangled this move, but Yuan Xing still didn't practice enough. Fortunately, although he was seriously injured, at least he was not dismantled by the blade on the spot.

"It's hard enough!"

The bald head carried an iron rod and walked towards Yuan Xing. Wang Yuanxing pulled out the blade on his shoulder with his bare hands, and suddenly there was a spicy pain, and blood gushed out. Facing the swinging mace, Yuan Xing reluctantly raised his sword.

The iron rod smashed on the Eight Desolations Sword, forcing the sword body to hit Yuan Xing's face. The deep force knocked Yuan Xing out, and the body that had fought to the extreme could only lie on its back on the dirt and stone road at the moment, allowing it to be eaten by mermaids.

The bald head swung his wrist and circled the mace in the air several times, and finally landed on top of Yuan Xing's skull.

"A bunch of rubbish! In the end, it is up to Lao Tzu to do it himself! ”

The iron rod smashed towards Yuan Xing's head, and the bald head had to smash him to pieces.

Yuan Xing smiled, no matter what the situation, he would never give up, and he would never wait here to die! Yuan Xing threw out the Eight Desolation Sword in his hand in an instant, and shouted: "Eight Desolations in the Empty Space!" ”

At that moment, a silver light flickered. However, what appeared at this time was not the spell of shifting and transposing, but Jiang Feng's short body.

Jiang Feng stabbed the bald mace with a spear, but the mace iron rod weighed a hundred and ten catties, and Jiang Feng's strength was not enough to resist the deep brute force of the giant stick, but at least it could change the angle of its fall.

After the handover of the weapon, Jiang Feng suddenly felt his palms numb.

The mace slammed into the dirt and rocks, bringing up a patch of yellow gravel, and Yuan Xing on the side was still lying in place, leaving only a stunned face.

No successful transposition! Could it be that the numerous wounds on the body have destroyed the integrity of the Eight Desolation Marks on the skin?