After Liu Qingyang was stabbed in the abdomen, although he immediately controlled his own muscles to squeeze the wound, the offensive was still a little slower than before.

The rich boy saw that Liu Qingyang's actions were restricted, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but looking at the few remaining subordinates, a few sharp rays shot out of his eyes, and his subordinates stepped up their offensive a little, and for a while they actually forced Liu Qingyang to retreat step by step, and unconsciously got closer and closer to the edge of the cliff.

The two men in black glanced at each other, and they couldn't help but show a happy look.

At this time, the battle between One-Armed and Win Bufan has also reached the most critical time.

Win extraordinary weapons are long, strong, and open and close between gestures.

The one-armed arm is a small kung fu, tossing and turning along the winning offset, but occasionally it can send a deadly sword.

At the beginning, the two of them were between the two of them, and no one could help anyone, but after a period of fierce battles, the internal force that won the extraordinary could not keep up, and the moves gradually became mainly defensive.

"Haha! Let me die so many of my subordinates, you can go with peace of mind! The rich boy saw that Liu Qingyang and Ying Bufan were forced to the edge of the cliff by their own side, and victory was already within reach, with a hideous look on his face, he couldn't help laughing wildly, and stepped up a little offensive in his hands.

One-armed did not speak, but the offensive in his hand was not slow, grasping a flaw in Win Bufan's hand, and picking the spear in Win Bufan's hand to the bottom of the cliff.

The cliff was indeed very high, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was not heard for a long time.

Win Bufan's face couldn't help but change, and Liu Qingyang's face was also ugly.

"Old Liu, I just want to win an extraordinary life, if you leave it alone now, I can let you go." Looking at Liu Qingyang, who was barely supported by a person, he slowed down his offensive a little and said lightly.

"Humph! Don't think about it!" The rich boy immediately shouted: "One-armed, it's not your turn to call the shots here!" Although the Holy Lord asked me to listen to your command, Liu Qingyang has killed so many of my subordinates, and I must not let him go today! ”

Ying Bufan and Liu Qingyang glanced at each other, showed a meaningful smile, and said with a long smile: "I can't imagine that we have been spanning our lives and falling to such a point today, haha!" If you want our lives, trade your lives! ”

As if resigned to his fate, Win Bufan gave up resisting and blocked the one-armed attack with his body, Liu Qingyang also burst out with the last look, changing his previous slow offensive and urging his famous stunt to the extreme!

There was a sudden shadow of a sword on the top of the mountain, and the rich boy's face showed a look of surprise and disbelief, he stared at the one-armed, wanted to say something but couldn't say a word, and fell to the ground clutching his throat.

Ying Bufan held the one-armed long sword with both hands, watching the rich boy being killed, he just showed a smile on his face, but he was kicked in the stomach by the one-armed man and kicked off the cliff.

The remaining two killers were startled by Liu Qingyang's sudden outburst and quickly retreated, but there was still one person who was stabbed through the throat by Liu Qingyang on the way back.

One-armed watched Liu Qingyang be brave, sighed helplessly, and actually used the Qingfeng 24 style to attack instead of defense, saving the last man in black.

"Old Liu, stop." The one-armed passive defense of Liu Qingyang's sword moves, and did not launch a counterattack, looking at Liu Qingyang and said lightly: "Looking at Ruoxu's face, I don't want to be your enemy, please stop!" ”

"You can actually be a breeze twenty-four!" Liu Qingyang showed a hint of surprise, shook his head, and said helplessly: "Okay, it seems that Ruoxu is really good to you, and I have passed on my kung fu to you!" ”

Liu Qing carefully stroked the sword in his hand and said wistfully: "However, even if I die, I will never admit you!" ”

"Don't!" One-armed shouted, threw down the sword in his hand, and quickly pounced on Liu Qingyang.

Liu Qingyang smiled faintly and jumped off the cliff reflexively.

One arm pounced into the air, only grabbed a sleeve in his hand, and then looked at the cliff, empty, and only a white cloud could be seen below the cliff, but it was impossible to see clearly.

At this time, there was a noise on the mountain road, but it was the two loyal servants of Win Bufan and Liu Qingyang who stayed in the middle of the mountain when they heard the sound of weapons colliding from the top of the mountain, and knew that something had changed, and they went down the mountain to bring rescuers.

The last man in black saw that One-Armed still wanted to go down to look for him, so he hurriedly dragged him and said, "One-armed Lord, let's go quickly, it's too late to go!" ”

One-Arm listened to the footsteps getting closer, gritted his teeth, gave up his thoughts, and quickly left with the man in black from the other side.