At this moment, the child's innocent voice sounded a little helplessly, and at the same time, the enemy in armor was restrained by the two peak Dou Huang at the same time, and the governor could not turn into a streamer for the current body, and he dodged several meters away one after another.

"Blood Feather Emperor, thank you. Ye Wuqiu joked with an unexpectedly unexpectedly expression, clasping his hands into fists, although he was thanking, but he really didn't have much sincerity.

The Blood Feather Emperor smiled and said, "If you don't hold what you need, what does your life and death have to do with me?"

"That's the cause, it's amazing, isn't it? I obviously hate you so much that I want to slash you, but I have to tie you up with conditions to free me from the siege. Ye Wuqi shrugged and said, "Life is sometimes like this, forced to laugh, depressed, for many concerns, there is always a place that has to be accommodated." ”

The Blood Feather Emperor and Phoclo stood side by side, these two strong men who had just fought to the death were standing in the united front at the moment, even though Phoclo was full of hostility, he didn't dare to attack, after all, he still had a general primary and secondary analysis of the situation.

The corners of the Blood Feather Emperor's mouth were drawn into an evil smile, and he asked, "Why are you so hostile to me?

Ye Wuqi stared gloomily at the proud enemy, and then turned his head to look at the people who had already fought together, and said in a cold voice: "Knowingly, I won't have friendship with you just because you saved me, no matter whether your purpose is pure or not, just kill your hands with my many robes, this revenge is already a sea of blood, how can it be treated as a child's play?"

The Blood Feather Emperor was silent when he heard this, but said indifferently: "Each has its own purpose, all its masters, just like the benevolent brother in front of you who wants to take your head, why does he insist on getting along with you when he has no grievances? ”

Ye Wuqi said: "If you want to classify this point as historical inevitability, then my hatred for you also belongs to this chip, the inevitable result, if you want me to understand you, then you should understand me first." ”

"Sharp teeth. ”

Ye Wuqiu spread out his hands and said: "Logic, it's understandable, don't talk so much, the brother on the other side is about to fall asleep when he hears it, give him something to do." Immediately, he seemed to think of something and said to the Blood Feather Emperor: "Don't try to cut corners, I think you have to understand first that wanting my life in the current situation is a damage to your interests, as the saying goes, cutting off people's wealth is like killing your parents, and you won't hide your hands in the face of such a deep hatred of killing your parents." ”

The Blood Feather Emperor smiled dumbly, but he had to admit that Ye Wuqi's words were very reasonable, he didn't answer but his eyes gradually became solid.

Kill!

The Phoklo Dragon's Silver Spear slanted majestically across his back, and the tip of his gleaming spear reflected a blinding arc of light, a sign of a strong fighting spirit flowing and converging.

The palm of the Blood Feather Emperor was raised into a claw-like shape, and his palm was constantly like a flame of puffy mist, and this mist exuded a faint blood, the kind of inexplicable evil intent more or less attracted the attention of Ye Wuxian, you know, even Ye Wuqi can detect it, so the master of the Douhuang is naturally like a mirror.

Ye Wuqi couldn't help but think about the conversation between the Fallen Thunder Emperor and him, and couldn't help but secretly say in his heart, could this person really be an evil cultivator? No, if an evil cultivator, how could he dare to show his skills in this Central Plains land openly? Looking at his appearance, he didn't look like he was as stunned as Tong Er.

In his thoughts, the three of them officially fought together!

Phocloe's guns are overwhelming, and the spears are like dragons and tigers, like water snakes parade to the extreme. This is a new system that belongs to Phocloe, in the past in the impression of no revenge in the night, Phocloe's style is masculine and upright, crushing opponents with fierce courage, but now it is a continuous and extremely resilient move, which shows the importance of it and the opponent.

Franklow's understanding of four or two thousand pounds is still quite profound. And the Blood Feather Emperor's hands were empty, but his fists were shrouded in blood-colored mist, constantly burning with the power of domineering blood, and the fallen leaves fell on it as if they evaporated and instantly turned into green smoke.

On the other hand, their opponents looked calm and relaxed in silence, and if they didn't move, they were like thunderbolts, and the broken blades in their hands were flying and rotating, transforming into colorful butterflies and dancing, and at the same time, thousands of rui qi were lingering, like a bone-attached spirit snake that attacked the Blood Feather Emperor and Phoklo with the regular vibration.

The Imperial Dragon Silver Spear swayed for a moment, and then stabbed out with devastating power, tilting the opponent's head, turning his neck flexibly, and at the same time bowing forward, quickly advancing under the Imperial Dragon Brilliant Silver Spear, constantly approaching Phoklo's abdomen.

"Drink!"

As the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat four hands, even if the opponent's martial arts are masterful, there is also a point where they are stretched, that is, the frequency of attacks is not as flexible as the two emperors. The Blood Feather Emperor reached out with both hands, making a black tiger heart, the opponent's seemingly heavy armor did not affect any of its agility, only to see its footsteps floating, lost its phantom, gently brushed the Blood Feather Emperor's palm, causing its attack route to shift slightly, and it was already close to Phoklo's side.

Although Phoclo was frightened, he was not afraid, after all, if there was no Night No Hatred, he would be the man who would be the Holy Knight, and if he removed the case of Night No Enemy, which Paladin was vulnerable?

His arm shook, and the tremor of Xuan Ao made the Dragon Chan Silver Spear shake regularly, and then suddenly it was a castration that was difficult to return, and the body of the silver dragon's coiled spear plunged straight into the dirt, separating him from his opponent.

The sharp dagger pierced forward, and Phoclo took the bottom end of the dragon can silver spear as the center, blocking left and right, not only accurately predicting the opponent's attack landing, but also mastering the opponent's knife speed, because if the block is too slow, it will be assassinated before it can react in the future, and if the block is too fast, it will be pierced by the subsequent knife tip due to the failure to accurately judge.

But the premise of all this is that this effect can only be achieved thanks to the assistance of the Blood Feather Emperor, who is constantly harassing him, and each attack carries a killing intent, so that the opponent has to split up a hand to deal with him.

The most striking thing is the seemingly commander-like figure, who is not only divided between his heart, but also has one arm enough to force either of Phocrow and the Blood Feather Emperor to the task.

What kind of strength is this?!

Ye Wuqi watched this scene in amazement, and at the same time, he was deeply shocked and helpless, he and the others were the kind who were innocent and took the blame, how could they be in constant trouble everywhere? I parted ways with Yan Laojiu, so why did this person chase me here? Why didn't he chase Yan Laojiu? Or did their team also split into two and pursue at the same time?

I saw that the three people who were fighting had reached a delicate balance for the time being, and in the absence of a big killing move or a high-level fighting skill, this mode of testing the waters with each other would not change much, and the night without hatred who was familiar with this principle simply set his eyes on the people who were fighting.

His own subordinates plus the black-clothed men of the Blood Feather Emperor can reach a total of two hundred, and when facing a mere fifty or so sergeants, they were suppressed in the most basic momentum!

Surprise, panic, permeated the night's innocent chest, something he had never experienced even in such a desperate situation in the swamp. In the swamp in the face of the boundless waves of zombies like an ocean, his team united as one, and each other's positive and optimistic attitudes influenced each other, and finally ushered in the day of rebirth. And now, it's like putting two gladiators who are not one in the same cage at all, the weaker side is getting weaker and weaker, while the already strong side is constantly catalyzing and fermenting because of the bullying factor in his bones, and finally it will become stronger!

The ranks of the mysterious enemy advance and retreat in an orderly manner, the law is rigorous, and the cooperation between them is seamless, to the point of harmony. And it's not that his team's willpower is not strong enough, but it's really because they are deeply surprised that they fell into a passive beating situation as soon as they fight, so they are somewhat confused.

Knowing this, Night Innocent immediately stood up and shouted, "Grami!"

"The last general!"

"You and the generals go up, let the warriors slow down, leave them time to think, I believe that with their perseverance, they will be able to give themselves a perfect position. ”

Grammie pondered the meaning of these words for a moment, and then said, "The last general obeys!"

Immediately, he carried out the order of the night without hatred. Originally, it would be difficult for the five generals alone to resist the opponent's wolf-like elite squad, but don't forget that the black-clothed men of the Blood Feather Emperor are all extraordinary, so the subordinates who have no revenge in the night can take a breather for the time being, and when they join the battle again, the situation will already be good.

Ye Wuxian looked at the old man and the members of the White Tiger Dart Bureau beside him, his eyes became extremely gloomy in an instant, he glanced at everyone's faces, and slowly asked word by word, "Who is the inner ghost." ”

The simple four words were really like a gust of wind rising from the ground, and everyone heard Sen Leng's killing intent from it. In fact, the most unacceptable thing is to tear your face regardless of friendship, which will make people who are not ghosts feel deeply uncomfortable.

Blue Ruyu, Red Lotus, Ziyun, Huo Jie, Huo Lingchang, Yun Xiaocicada, Xue Keqi, Vides. The faces of the eight people are also very ugly, although the destruction of friendship will make them all doubt some sincere things, but they also understand what Night No Enemy does, compared to Night No Hatred's ferocity, the inner ghost is the emotional traitor who should be cut by a thousand cuts!

They were all silent, and Ye Wuqiu thought for a while, and then said: "The reason why I am going to investigate who is the traitor now is just to put this matter in an equally important position at the threshold of life and death. Anyone would be suspicious without hard evidence, including the warriors in battle, and if I knew who betrayed our friendship and the trust of the team, then he would have to worry carefully about his own future. ”