"Sister ......"

Liu Qin was hit by an arrow and fell to the ground, Jiang Li was completely out of proportion, hurriedly blocked the entanglement of the black-clothed man in front of him, and turned around to help Liu Qin up.

The man in black was forced to retreat and then bullied forward, seeing that there was such a good opportunity, how could he let it go, swung his sword and stabbed directly, and Jiang Li leaned back in his busy schedule to avoid the fatal blow.

A sword pierced the air, the black-clothed man's hand sank down, the tip of the sword was picked down, and then slashed horizontally, leaving two long sword wounds on Jiang Li's legs.

The blood, down the wound, instantly wet his clothes and pants, leaving a pool of blood at his feet......

The injured Jiang Li took two steps back and collapsed beside Liu Qin.

The man in black did not give up, and continued to stab with his sword.

Looking at Liu Qin, who had closed his eyes and was unconscious, his face was black and purple, tears dripped from Jiang Li's eyes, and suddenly, a thought arose in his heart.

If my sister goes away because of this, then why should I survive.

This thought is like a poisonous weed, growing wildly in my heart, I felt that there was no joy in life for a while, and there was no fear of death, so I reached out and slowly hugged Liu Qin into my arms, put my face close to my sister's face, closed my eyes, and turned my heart towards the direction of the man in black.

Seeing the flash of the sword, it was about to pierce into the vest......

"Zheng", the two swords collided with each other, colliding with fierce sparks.

But it was out of the corner of Lei Hu's eyes that Jiang Li was not good, so he fought with a knife in his body, waved back the killer in front of him, flew in front of Jiang Li, and took the fatal sword.

Here, with the strength of one person protecting the two of them, Lei Hu's already injured body added a lot of wounds, and he struggled to support it.

In another place, Xiao Wu roared wildly, and with his roar, the black-clothed people around him all showed frightened expressions, and each took a small step back.

Blood, blood with no edge in sight, blood that is red and black, as thick as a pair of outstretched hands that want to pull people into the endless abyss......

It's all overflowing.

Spread over the chest, over the neck. Warm snort, over the eyes......

His eyes instantly turned blood-red, exuding a fierce aura like a beast.

"Ahh......hh

There was a roar, and the soft sword in his hand flew out. Crazy entanglement around the crowd that doesn't rush to dodge.

There is no order, but it carries an irresistible huge power, so that the people around him have the illusion of dealing with the powerful ghost who asks for his life, and for a while, he is afraid of the young man in front of him from the heart, and his legs and feet are a little weak.

And when they retreat their minds together. The soft sword mercilessly wrapped around their hands or feet, or their chests.

It was all a blow, but this one was many times better than before.

The hand is broken at arm, and the leg is not at the root.

A single blow can be fatal, or a severed limb will fly.

The fragments of flesh and blood were scattered and scattered on the trampled grass, as if they had bloomed strange red flowers......

Wailing and screaming and screaming and screaming. It makes people want to cover their ears and eyes.

Is it the resurrection of a terrible ghost? Or is it a reappearance of the madness?

The black-clothed men who were still intact were no more than ten, and they all lost the courage to attack, looking at the young man who was so contaminated with blood that he couldn't tell his original appearance, his heart trembled with the evil aura that filled his blood-red eyes, and he didn't care about the warning of their leader, and they retreated one after another.

The leader of the man in black looked at him coldly, and once again bent his bow and arrow, aiming at the back of the young man's heart.

The boy turned his head sharply at this time. Looking at him fiercely, the hatred brought out in the blood red, from such a distance, actually made the leader of the man in black tremble. The feather arrow in his hand lost his head for a while.

When Mu Qing arrived, he saw such a scene.

"Little Five."

Mu Qing's shouting rolled like a muffled thunder in the sky, shaking Xiao Wu's body and almost falling.

The blood-red in his eyes also showed signs of dissipation.

In the distance, I saw a few flashes of figure, so fast that I couldn't catch it. When he looked at it again, Mu Qing had already arrived behind Xiao Wu, one palm was on his back, transporting a steady stream of internal force into it, and the other hand slashed at his neck, Xiao Wu slowly closed his eyes and fell back.

And at this moment, a quenched feather arrow broke through the wind.

It was the cold arrow shot by the leader of the men in black.

It was originally aimed at the young man's arrow, but now it was aimed at Mu Qing's chest.

Mu Qing raised his head, without any fancy movements, still holding Xiao Wu with one hand, and gently raising the other hand, when the feather arrow was about to reach the front door, he stretched out his fingers and clamped the fast-coming arrow body firmly in his hand, because the speed was too fast, the feathers at the end of the arrow were still shaking gently when the arrow body stopped, making a slight buzzing sound.

He flicked the arrow back in his hand, and it flew towards the chest of the leader of the men in black as if it had been shot.

The leader of the man in black didn't expect that the other party could throw the arrow back such a long distance with the strength of his arm, and he was in a hurry, and he hurriedly greeted him with the short bow in his hand, only to hear a "click", the short bow broke in response, and the arrow also lost its strength and fell to the ground obliquely.

The leader of the man in black was frightened into a cold sweat, his hands trembled, the power of the feather arrow was so great, it was really beyond his imagination, and he couldn't help but raise his head and look at the person who came.

It's worthy of being a fierce rival of adults, and it's really good!

Mu Qing picked up Xiao Wu and put him next to Jiang Li.

got up again and stood in front of Lei Hu.

"Uncle Shi." Lei Hu screamed weakly, and supported the ground with his sword, so he barely sat on the ground.

Mu Qing nodded, did not speak, his robe was blown by the wind, and his not tall back was like a mountain in Lei Hu's eyes, grinning, relieved in one breath, and finally couldn't support it, and fell to the ground.

Then there was a flash in front of him, Mu Qing moved, and for a moment, he didn't see how he moved, and all the people around Lei Hu had fallen to the ground.

All the people who were living were breathing.

It's even scarier than the teenager who just went crazy.

The men in black all showed vigilant eyes, neither daring to enter nor retreat.

The eyes of the leader of the men in black were even more solemn.

But the person they faced did not make any further moves, and their faces were unusually calm, without a trace of fluctuation, only a pair of eyes, if you look closely, in the deepest part, an undercurrent is churning, burning, and ruining.

The hair-raising eyes, looking at any of them, are like announcing that you are dead.

There was one who couldn't bear it, screamed wildly, rushed forward, slashed with a knife, but only felt a flower in front of him, and he fell, and he didn't know what move he was in, how he was hit, and his eyes were wide open.

How dare the others step forward, hula scattered and ran away, using all their strength, just hoping to run faster, faster.

But the Grim Reaper still didn't let them go, like a gust of wind, and between a few ups and downs, all the people who ran away lay straight down.

Even the leader of the men in black is no exception.

Although he has the highest kung fu and the best light skills, he dies not slower than others, but he runs a few more steps than others.

The weapon they didn't see when they were dying, Lei Hu saw it.

It was a soft sword with no bright silver, the silver was dull, there was no shining luster, the narrow and thin sword body looked completely fragile, and now it was this weak soft sword, and in the thin blood grooves on both sides, blood was dripping down, one drop, two drops, three drops....

Carrying the sword, Mu Qing looked into the distance with deep eyes.

There, overgrown with dense low trees, it was a gloomy grove. (To be continued.) )