The sunset in the west mountain, the remnant sun is like blood, and the evening breeze brings a bit of coldness in the mountains.

Wang Bei took two soldiers to the seventh camp.

Seeing the three of them enter the camp, a yellow-faced man among the hunters looked as usual on the surface, but was slightly nervous in his heart.

It's still the same set of rhetoric, after Wang Bei finished speaking, it was still the soldier who stepped forward and began to read out the ban on the barracks.

When everyone's attention was attracted by the soldier, Wang Bei stood with his hands in his hands and quietly took out a porcelain vase from his back waist.

An imperceptible pungent smell quietly permeated the tent!

First, the ban was read out, and the soldier was dizzy, and his body fell to the ground in a flash.

Then one by one, the hunters also fell to the ground almost at the same time.

Wang Bei, who had been deliberately holding his breath, and another soldier were prepared, and quickly withdrew from the camp, leaving the yellow-faced man alone.

"Ecstasy Smoke!"

The yellow-faced man's face changed drastically, and he only felt that his head was swollen and his feet were weak.

He grabbed the short knife from the side of the bed, took three steps and made two steps, and slashed open the tent with a single sword!

After escaping from the camp, the yellow-faced man shook his head, feeling that the situation had improved.

But the body has inevitably been affected, and the strength has been greatly damaged.

He felt that something was wrong, and he wanted to run away without thinking twice.

Two figures appeared, blocking his way.

Zhao Quan's original honest face was fierce and terrifying under the light of the fire at this time.

"Ma Rufeng, you are really bold!"

"The Great Qi Imperial Family once said that anyone or any organization that dares to assassinate someone with royal blood will be hunted down and exterminated by them sparing no effort!

Ma Rufeng was in a predicament at the moment, and he turned a deaf ear to Zhao Quan's slight ridicule, and his eyes were fierce and compelling.

"Even so, you won't be able to keep me today!" he shouted, and rushed at the two of them with his knife!

A cold glint flashed in Mu Yiming's eyes, he drew his sword out of the sheath, and stabbed out with a sword, like cold lightning attacking the air, fast to the extreme!

Ma Rufeng, who originally made the first move, fell to the point of parrying under this sword.

Zheng!

The swords intersected, and the sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and Ma Rufeng took a few steps backwards, almost not catching the sword.

His face was extremely ugly, and he couldn't stop cursing in his heart.

If it weren't for the ecstasy smoke in his body, his head was dizzy and weak, how could he be like this!

Ma Rufeng reluctantly went up again, and fought with Mu Yiming, and the sound of sword strikes was endless.

Zhao Quan jumped up, stood up with his palm and slashed vertically, like a big axe, and also joined the battle group.

Ma Rufeng wanted to get out as soon as possible, but the two of them were like maggots on tarsal bones and didn't give him a chance at all.

Wang Bei surrounded him with Ping Guangwei, and Ma Rufeng's hope of escaping was even slimmer.

Qi Heng, the prince of King Ping, was under the heavy protection of the soldiers, and his eyes looked at Ma Rufeng coldly, as if he was looking at a trapped beast that was about to die.

Mu Yiming attacked with a fast sword, falling like rain! Zhao Quanluo split his palm like an axe, and the momentum sank!

Ma Rufeng, who was hit by the smoke of ecstasy, was not the opponent of Mu Yiming and Zhao Quan at all.

In a short period of time, he fell into the downwind, suffered many wounds on his body, was bloody, and looked miserable.

The afterglow swept over the heavy military formation, and a sense of despair and sadness rose in Ma Rufeng's heart.

His face changed and changed until his expression finally became firm, and his eyes flashed with madness and bloodlust.

If you want my life, then I'll give it to you!

With a knife to force Mu Yiming and Zhao Quan back, Ma Rufeng drank violently, took out a packet of medicine powder from his arms, and swallowed it in his mouth along with the paper containing medicine.

The behavior is mixed with a bit of hysterical madness!

He chewed and swallowed heavily, looking more like he was devouring the flesh of those present.

Everyone who was swept by his gaze shuddered.

Zhao Quan's expression was solemn, as if he was facing a great enemy, Mu Yiming's brows furrowed slightly, and his face changed.

In the end, Ma Rufeng's gaze was fixed on Qi Heng, who was heavily protected by the military array.

He died here today, and it was because of this son.

This son is not dead, and he is uneasy under the nine springs!

In a few breaths, Ma Rufeng's skin became red, like a boiled prawn, and his eyes were bloodshot, hideous and weird.

If the blood is exhausted, the person who takes it will inevitably die of exhaustion of qi and blood, and the gods will not be able to save it.

But during this period, the qi and blood are steaming and burning, and it can burst out with a strength that is far several times better than usual, and it is the ultimate miracle medicine that will die with others!

The value of gold is not counted as a thousand taels, the key is that it is hard to find in the world and extremely rare.

Ma Rufeng struggled to find it, for today's situation.

If he dies, he will never walk alone on the Huangquan Road!

Ma Rufeng's face was hideous, full of murderous energy, he strode out, stepped out one by one on the ground, and killed Qi Heng directly.

Zhao Quanmu Yiming agreed, jumped up, and each performed a killing move to stop Ma Rufeng.

Wang Bei was in the army, and he had never heard of the name of bloodshed.

I just feel that Ma Rufeng's desperate momentum to end up together is not like a pretend.

"Change the formation! Protect the Son!"

The army formation, which was originally intended to besiege Ma Rufeng, contracted step by step, surrounded Qi Heng in the center, and calmly and quickly withdrew into the distance.

With such an accident, Qi Heng no longer looked like he was in control of the overall situation just now, but he also remained calm from beginning to end, and his bearing was calm and extraordinary.

Previously, Ma Rufeng's strength in the ecstasy smoke was greatly damaged, and he was not the opponent of Zhao Quan.

Now he is exhausted and bloody, but he is pressing the two of them to fight.

Seeing Qi Heng retreating farther and farther, Ma Rufeng's emotions were agitated, and his strength exploded again.

He looked like a madman, spun in the air, and his sword was like a wind, slashing three times in a row.

Boom!

Mu Yiming gritted his teeth and held his sword to block horizontally, and in an instant, the tiger's mouth cracked, and the blood burst out, staining the hilt of the sword red.

An imperceptible crack sounded.

Mu Yiming's hand holding the sword hung down weakly, the empty door was wide open, and it was firmly imprinted in his heart by Ma Rufeng's palm!

Click!

This sound was louder than just now, and it could be heard clearly within a hundred steps.

Mu Yiming's eyes bulged violently, and his heart was sunken, like a tattered doll, flying upside down.

A mouthful of blood spat out in the air, fell to the ground and rolled a few times, and there was no sound again.

Seeing this, Zhao Quan's face changed greatly and he quickly retreated.

The horse is like the wind and flies, and a few steps to catch up, and the head is a knife.

Zhao Quan avoided its edge and didn't dare to fight it, just dodged.

Fortunately, after Ma Rufeng broke out again, he had reached the limit, and his strength began to turn from prosperity to decline, and it was extremely weak.

After a while, Ma Rufeng's face was gray, his eyes were deep, his muscles were shriveled and stuck to his bones, his skin was no longer red, but instead he was pale, without any blood, like a ghost.

"Give me death!" Ma Rufeng roared, and slashed out again, extremely powerful.

Zhao Quan couldn't dodge, the strength of the knife reached his body, and a brilliant blood flower bloomed on his chest.

He screamed in pain and staggered back.

When the oil was about to run out, the horse jumped up like the wind, an abnormal flush flashed on his pale face, and he slashed down fiercely!

I want you to die with me!

The fear of death and the desire for life, Zhao Quan knew that it was useless, but he still broke out with his internal strength, holding the sky with both palms, and blocking upwards!

Swish!

Zhao Quan is about to be cut in half by Ma Rufeng, just in time!

A feathered arrow, like lightning, shot through the air......