"Old thing! Let go of Nan Guowen, if you want a sword, come at me! The dragon roared.

Who knows, before Long Ying could teach Lu Chong a lesson, the rest of the disciples of the Huahan faction had already besieged him.

Long Ying was not afraid and temporarily changed his strategy. At maximum speed, a magnet sword drawn behind you. Between the wrist fights, a horizontal and a stab, which resulted in the lives of several people. The most surprising thing is that no matter how strong the person who comes, Long Ying almost hits with one blow, and retreats when he is hit, which is simply staggering.

Nan Guo Wen, who was pulling with Lu Chong, was slightly stunned in surprise for a moment. He could see that whenever the magnet sword in Long Ying's hand came into contact with a person, it would release a slight lightning bolt. Then, you can see that the person seems to have been pierced by something, in addition to the original wound, he will foam at the mouth and fall to the ground.

In this way, almost a hundred or so enemies crowded one after another, scattering and fleeing. In the shadow of the sword and sword, Long Ying has always been invincible. No effort at all.

The disciples of the Huahan faction are not vegetarians either. Originally, the Qingyu Sect had hundreds of people fighting against them, so they couldn't win. Now it's just a yellow-haired girl, and they can just use the formation they are best at. Their Huahan faction is also famous for their superb formations. Killing the enemy can be described as twice the result with half the effort.

As a result, hundreds of people quickly united into an airtight Xiaoyan Eight Change Formation!

The people on the inner and outer three floors are moving forward layer by layer. If you fall, change to the next layer and continue to move forward. The speed is extremely fast, and the match is extremely tacit. In the blink of an eye, I saw that the surroundings were full of blades, and the figures were longing. Moreover, the disciples of the Huahan Sect all made a sound similar to the sound of bells and drums ringing in their mouths. The sound echoed throughout the hall, making it "buzzing" and deafening. Annoying ......

Long Ying frowned slightly, but she was not flustered. Silently pinpointing a weak knot, he grabbed the inconspicuous-looking magnet sword and rushed over.

Dexterous as a cat's body, but with a swift as a leopard, fierce as a tiger. Almost walked that broken, the formation was under her long sword, and it was crushed. Not to mention the blue nose and swollen face, many people lay on the ground and wailed for the sky, unable to get up.

Nan Guo Wen was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but he didn't want to see that when Long Ying was rushing, there was a person in the rear who did not move according to the formation. Quietly pinching his saber and chasing after the dragon.

"Long Ying, be careful!" Nan Guowen roared, and rushed out almost without thinking, rushing straight towards Long Ying like an arrow from the string.

The junior brother who was originally going to secretly assassinate Long Ying couldn't react, and the long sword he stabbed out was too late to take it back. Immediately stabbed Nan Guowen in the back......

"Poof......

"Uh......"

The sound of flesh tearing was accompanied by a muffled grunt of suppressed pain.

Long Ying was really stunned when she heard the sound, and turned around as soon as possible. When he turned around, he saw Nan Guowen's pale face like paper, and blood was bubbling from the corners of his mouth. In his left atrium, there is still a half-cut sword tip. The blood at the wound was like a blood-colored lotus flower in hell, blooming on his snow-white robe, which was extremely dazzling.

"Nan Guowen!" Long Ying's heart trembled uncontrollably. Roaring loudly, a pair of lacquered eyes full of pain.

"No...... Lose sleep over something...... I'm fine......" Nan Guowen pulled his lips and comforted Long Ying.