Prince Qiao's moves are very simple, as light as Tai Chi, but every time he hits, it must be the fall of a human life. (Baidu search update is the fastest and most stable)

In a short period of time, seven or eight people died in the hands of Prince Qiao, he stood in the snow, there were already more than 20 people around him at the moment, coughed lightly, and he could see the blood stains in his palms when he picked it up with his hand: "It seems that he is really old, and he can bleed if he moves casually." ”

"Kill!"

The people around also saw this scene, I don't know who shouted, more than 20 people rushed towards Qiao Wangye again, the latter raised one hand, a simple gesture, a knife was tightly held by him.

Suddenly, the person holding the knife felt the pain like the tiger's mouth bursting, and Prince Qiao had a knife in his hand, and suddenly and directly threw it horizontally, and the five people who attacked and killed stopped their bodies and fell to the ground in unison.

But Prince Qiao's cough was also more violent, maybe he was a grandmaster-level figure, but that was also a few decades ago, and now he is just a dying old man, and it is already very remarkable to be able to fight with dozens of people.

Others also knew that Prince Qiao was a crippled body at the moment, but even so, no one rushed to kill him rashly, after all, there was no one who didn't cherish his life.

Even if the tiger loses all his teeth, he is still a tiger, and even if the king is lonely, he is still the king.

At this moment, Prince Qiao is a true portrayal, every attack of him is as steady as Mount Tai, even if his body will fall down at any time, in the face of the people who are slowly besieging him, Prince Qiao's expression is surprisingly calm.

As he began to say, he could die, but definitely not now.

Dozens of people just circled around him and didn't attack, but Prince Qiao was not the one waiting for others to kill him, he bent over and swept away, and the ice and snow on the ground went towards the people around him, temporarily obscuring their sight.

Taking advantage of this gap, Prince Qiao quickly approached the person in front, stretched out his thin left hand, and twisted lightly on a person's neck, and the person fell to the ground like a cartilaginous snake, and his throat was completely pinched at that moment.

Without looking at the people who were killed by himself, his left foot quickly and lightly touched the other three people, seemingly without any strength, but the three people flew out directly, and knocked down several companions in the middle.

Like a lion in the twilight giving out his last potential, Prince Qiao slaughtered these people with a wide range of eyes, and in just a moment, the ground was full of corpses, more than twenty corpses.

But Prince Qiao's cough is also more frequent, and the blood flowing out of his mouth is more turbulent, as the saying goes, you can't stop it.

But even if Prince Qiao showed such a situation, none of the remaining people dared to kill it again, just now they felt that Prince Qiao was already an old man in the twilight, dying, but that's it, more than twenty of their companions died.

So they're just around at the moment, ready to find the right opportunity to cull again.

"Lord Wang, go!"

At this time, the black shou wu, who was stained with blood and two scars on his body, broke through the people who surrounded him, and shot directly at him, killing three people between his hands and leaving Prince Qiao behind him, and his body quickly broke through.

He didn't look back, just shouted: "Ginseng, in the next life, we will still be brothers!" ”

White ginseng single-handedly killed a person and looked at the figure who was carrying Prince Qiao away, and laughed: "Very good, we will still be brothers in the next life, and we will still follow the prince." ”

Immediately, like a mad demon, he burst forward, and the three bodies of the three people suddenly stagnated and died under the sweep of the knife he picked up in his hand, and although the white ginseng had one hand broken, when he stood there holding a knife, it gave people the illusion that he could not climb.

One person and one knife alone blocked hundreds of people, and the white ginseng was shocked and fearless in his eyes.

"Kill!" These people were also aroused by the bloody and ferocious nature in their hearts by white ginseng, although they were shocked by the strength of white ginseng, but they understood that there was no way back to get to this point, if they didn't kill Prince Qiao, when the sun rose tomorrow, it would be their time of death.

The battle began again, and although White Ginseng had a severed hand, when he stood there unswervingly, the killing was monstrous, and everyone who tried to kill him was finally killed by him.

In one round of charge, more than a dozen people died in the hands of white ginseng, and until now, white ginseng doesn't know how many people he killed.

But he knew that he had to stand here to buy time for Hei Shouwu and Prince Qiao to leave, otherwise his death would only be in vain.

At this moment, there is no need for too many words, only killing is king, everyone has brought the ferocity of human beings to the extreme, and the corpse under the feet of white ginseng has gradually become taller.

"I'm sorry, I can't stop it."

Where the corpse is high, white ginseng is half kneeling on the ground, in hand