Without giving Nan Xinyu the slightest time to react, a heavy sword shadow fell from the sky. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The streamer blade was knocked away, and Nanxinyu was unstoppable. She could only watch the shadow of the knife fall towards her, and she wanted to dodge it, but she was surprised to find it.

Under Montaigne's momentum, her body couldn't move.

Montaigne's sword is different from ordinary swords, the body is so thick that the sharp blade is almost invisible.

His sword was also different from other cultivators, and there was not a trace of light on his sword. I can't even feel the fluctuation of spiritual power on the sword, just like an ordinary person wielding it.

At most, it's just an ordinary person with a lot of strength.

But Tianyi naturally doesn't think so, the so-called stupidity also has the benefit of being stupid.

At the moment when he saw Tianli covered in blood, Tianyi subconsciously decided that both Yingzheng and Montaigne were masters.

So when Nan Xinyu rushed towards Cheng Zheng and Montaigne, Tian immediately consciously followed behind Nan Xinyu.

The heavy sword was raised in the air, like a sound about to tear through the air. The strong wind brought by the end of the sword had already fallen on Nan Xinyu's face, and I don't know if it was because the wind was too strong or the hair between the eyebrows was blowing on his eyes.

Nan Xin blinked his eyes without listening, as if he wanted to struggle out of his immobile state.

When the sword was no more than inches from her forehead, she finally regretted her impulse. Her eyes lingered on the altar for a moment, and then she closed her eyes in resignation.

But what fell on her was not the bland heavy sword, but a powerful arm.

Tianyi put his arm around Nan Xinyu's waist and dodged almost against Montaigne's sword.

There was a deep thud, and Montaigne's sword slammed into the ground. There were no huge fluctuations, and there were no cracks like spider webs on the ground, only a deep dent where Montaigne had fallen his sword.

Almost as soon as the sword fell, Montaigne's right foot slammed into the ground. The whole person rushed towards Tianyi and Nan Xinyu again, and a stab of the heavy sword in his hand seemed to want to penetrate Tianyi and Nan Xinyu.

At this time, no one in the sky had yet to stand firmly, and there was Nan Xinyu in his arms, which was difficult to dodge.

Forcefully pushing Nan Xinyu in his arms to the side, Tianli blocked the tip of the sword that fell towards him like a bolt of lightning.

Only a muffled and crisp sound was heard, and Tianyi was directly shocked by the powerful force coming from the sword. The body rolled on the ground several times before it stopped.

Tianyi felt that his two hands had almost been numb and unconscious, and the sword in his hand was trembling with his hand.

He barely stood firm, but what he saw was Montaigne's tall figure.

Nan Xinyu saw that Tianyi was in danger, and her face showed an extremely worried look, maybe even she didn't notice it.

The flames rose into the air, tumbling in the air. Just as Montaigne was about to drop his sword on Tianyi again, the flames turned into a wall of fire and blocked Tianyi's body.

Tianyi looked in the direction of the flames, and a figure taller than Montaigne rushed towards him. Then he skipped him and rushed straight to Montaigne.

Tianyi was a little stunned, he never thought that the three-headed dog of hell would actually save him, and he couldn't help but have a good impression of the three-headed dog of hell that caused him to fall into the underground labyrinth.

There is some anger in the heavenly centrifugation, not angry with others but angry with yourself.

At such a critical moment, he could only hide behind Shui Ruo. Because of the anger, Tianli's breathing became rapid, and new blood flowed from the wound behind him that had become congealed.

Tianli looked at Win Zheng, as if he wanted to engrave that face deeply into his mind. heart, and then tear it apart little by little. Finally, if you eat flatbread, swallow it one bite at a time.

Suddenly, Tianli noticed the surroundings, and the familiar sparkling light appeared around him.

His eyes looked in front of Ying Zheng, and he saw that a hidden and sometimes empty formation in front of Ying Zheng was forming little by little.

"Hurry up and stop Win Zheng, don't let him condense the formation"

Tianli pointed at Win Zheng and shouted, but he knew it deeply. How terrible is the formation condensed by the victory government.

Don't ask questions, the most important thing in life and death is trust.

Nan Xinyu and Tianyi rushed towards Win Zheng at the same time, and the streamer blade beside Nan Xinyu rotated even faster. Faintly, the sound of tearing through space could be heard.

Tianyi tried his best to control his hand, which was still trembling slightly, and the starry sword was pressed very low by him. A little star flickered at the tip of the sword, constantly becoming dazzling and bright.

Tianyi knew that they only had this one chance. So he urged the most powerful star pendant he could use to the extreme.

Montaigne wants to return to Win Zheng's side, but how can the three-headed dog of hell let him get his wish.

The anger and hatred that had been pent up for thousands of years were unreserved at this moment.

The red light in the eyes of the three-headed dog of hell kept beating, and it seemed to feel like it had returned to a thousand years ago.

At that time it was still a carefree puppy, in a calm small mountain village. There are hosts and a warm home.

But on that day a thousand years ago, all this was destroyed by this guy in front of him.

At that time it was just an ordinary puppy, who knew nothing, did not understand anything. To Montaigne, it could not even scream.

It didn't understand until it opened its mind. It turned out that all this was because the owner of the cemetery needed a guard dog.

He let Montaigne's hammer-like fist fall on it, and the heavy sword was released. It did not dodge Montaigne's other attacks, and simply exchanged lives for lives.

Montaigne also had a few deep paw prints on his body, but because he was also clay, no blood came out.

Montaigne, like the Three-Headed Hellhound, dodges the gray flames spit out by the Three-Headed Hellhound, and does not dodge other attacks.

For a while, their battle was the most fierce, it was simply a living hand-to-hand combat.

Win Zheng's brows furrowed slightly, but the movements in his hands were a little faster than before.

Now that he was condensing, it was impossible for him to stop halfway.

"Streamer Flurry"

A faint voice spit out from Nan Xinyu's mouth, and Nan Xinyu was already carrying an afterimage of the streamer blade. At this time, there seemed to be a lot more afterimages behind it than before, and there seemed to be more than one streamer blade in a long string.

The chains in Nan Xinyu's hands trembled slightly, and the chains became virtual and real, and it was hard to see how many there were.

At this moment, a cold glint flashed in Nan Xinyu's eyes, and the streamer blade flew towards Win Zheng. But not one, but dozens of streamers.

For the first time, beads of sweat appeared on Win Zheng's forehead, and his fingers were so fast that only afterimages remained.

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