"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Under the night sky, the sound of blades colliding came, and the blades in the hands of Zhao Yun, Luo Shixin, and Chu Yanlong collided with the long sword in Ghost Li's hand like the tip of a needle against Mai Mang.

The gentian bright silver spear in Zhao Yun's hand, Luo Shixin's iron spear that cracked through the air, the dragon scale dagger under Chu Yanlong's unpredictable figure, and three cold sword blades came across the air, knocking the long sword that came from Chu Feifan in front of him flying.

"Shixin, hurry up and leave here with my emperor, this Hell Gate Master will be handed over to a certain and Yanlong to deal with!"

The bright silver spear in Zhao Yun's hand swept out of the air and pointed directly in front of Ghost Li, strode forward and blocked Chu Feifan behind him, and shouted eagerly.

Luo Shixin and Chu Yanlong raised their hands to help Chu Feifan, but they were rejected by him, only to see the Zhan Lu long sword in his hand come to Zhao Yun's side with difficulty, and a cold voice sounded like a popping out of his teeth.

"If I don't kill the Hell Gate Master tonight, I won't go anywhere!"

"It is really an honor for the people of the Chu Kingdom to have an emperor like you in the little Chu Kingdom, but it is a pity that you are destined to die tragically in the palace tonight!"

The robes on Ghost Li Zhou's body fluttered up in the night wind, as hideous and terrifying as a roaring beast, his grim cheeks rose with a strong killing intent, and the long sword raised high shattered into the air, and the disciples of hell who were fighting with the Praetorian Guard behind him came closer to him with their swords.

"Huh!"

"Huh!"

"Huh!"

Hundreds of sword lights that exuded a cold glow pointed directly at Chu Feifan and the four of them, and the surrounding Praetorian Guards were killed by the disciples of hell at this moment, and the blood-drenched figures were dissatisfied with the sword marks, and their crumbling appearance had long lost their combat power.

Chu Feifan's angry eyes stared at the hell disciples who were approaching them in front of him, and the god-level emperor in his body was constantly rising, and he knew in his heart that only a desperate battle could have a glimmer of life tonight.

"Emperor of Chu, you are now at the end of your rope, there are only such troops in the palace of Nuoda, and my Hell Gate to kill you is just a matter of a snap of your fingers. Rest assured, the master of this sect will not let you die too painfully, and the long sword in the hand of the master of this door is extremely sharp, and it will definitely give you a good time. ”

Let's talk about it.

The ghost's figure was like a god, and the long sword that swept out of the air let out a low hissing sound, and the ghost moved, and the hundreds of disciples behind him rushed towards Chu Feifan and the others like evil tigers.

"You and other fanatics dare to hurt our emperor, tonight I want to tear you all to pieces!"

Luo Shixin was completely furious, his clenched fists squeaked, the iron spear in his hand pierced the ground, and his giant tower-like figure rushed forward frantically.

The spear pierced the white jade ground on the ground, and the flying rubble was suspended in the air, and Luo Shixin swept through the thousands of armies like falling cannonballs, and struck furiously at the oncoming Hell Disciple figure.

"Bang!"

A violent attack fell, a striking ravine appeared on the ground, and the figures of the disciples of hell were all shocked out and fell to the ground, and everyone looked at Luo Shixin in shock, their eyes full of incredulity.

The iron spear shattered into the sky, and the true qi of the surrounding sky lingered on the tip of the spear, and no one could stop its edge wherever it passed.

Zhao Yun and Chu Yanlong saw the opportunity, and their figures quickly swept forward to join in the fierce battle, and Ghost Li was also immersed in the shock brought by Luo Shixin at this time.

Ghost Li suddenly saw two silver lights attacking him, his expression was awe-inspiring, the long sword in his hand quickly flew up, and his figure flew backwards.

Angry flames rose in Chu Feifan's eyes, and a look of worry appeared on his cheeks, the hell gate came prepared, all the martial artists who participated in the assassination operation were masters, Luo Shixin, Zhao Yun, although the two were incomparable. But after all, they are generals on the battlefield, and they are slightly inferior to these strong men on the rivers and lakes.

At present, there are a large number of disciples in hell, even if everyone can stop them for a while, but two fists are invincible to four hands, and I am afraid that it will not be long before the three of them will fall into disadvantage.

"The disciples of hell formed a formation to kill the three of them, the master of this sect will go to kill the emperor of Chu, this mission will end soon, as long as we succeed in assassinating the emperor of Chu, the prestige of the hell gate will shake the rivers and lakes again."

"Shura Sword Formation, kill!"

The figures of hundreds of Hell Disciples were superimposed, and the Shura Sword Formation quickly succeeded in forming a formation, and the power of the impenetrable long sword enveloped Zhao Yun and the three of them in it.

Seeing this, an evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the long sword in his hand stabbed rapidly, as if he wanted to chop the sky inch by inch. The sharp sword light turned abruptly, and the tip of the sword that was about to attack Chu Feifan's chest jumped out, and slashed frantically towards his neck.

Facing the oncoming sharp sword light, Chu Feifan felt that death was so close to him for the first time, and endured the sharp pain in his body, raising the Zhan Lu long sword in his hand to meet the long sword that came from the ghost attack.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

After several collisions in succession, Chu Feifan's sword-holding arm was already trembling, he knew in his heart that he was too far from the ghost power's cultivation, and the cultivation of swordsmanship alone was not at the same level, and he could hold on for so long because of the release of the Nine Absolute Sword Skills, otherwise he would have already become the soul of the ghost power's sword.

Seeing that Chu Feifan was retreating, his heart moved, and his eyes stayed on his figure, and at this time he had already seen the flaws in Chu Feifan's swordsmanship. His body was like a lightning flash, incomparably fast, and the long sword in his hand disappeared in an instant, turning into a stream of sword light and attacking Chu Feifan's figure.

Looking at the sword light that was close to him, Chu Feifan's eyes rose with a strong color of despair, and he thought to himself: "I came to the War Continent, and my grand wish to conquer the world has not yet been completed, and the world of Chu is still lingering in the Jiupin Empire at the very end, is it true that I am going to fall here?" ”

"My life is at stake!"

Just as the long sword in Ghost Li's hand penetrated Chu Feifan's body, a majestic and vast sword light shattered into the void and fell on the long sword in his hand.

"Bang!"

The power of a sword, the long sword in the hand of the ghost is one point, it is two, that sword light is too fast, it is fleeting, like the power of thunder falling in the void.

"If you dare to hurt my lord, you will stay for your life!"

With a domineering voice sounding, Ye Gucheng in white fell in the sky in the night sky, and the long sword in his hand that emitted silver-white light was on the side of the figure, and the strong murderous aura lingering around the whole person was daunting.

A gust of wind came, and he saw Ye Gucheng's figure floating down in the sky above the sky, striding to Chu Feifan's side, the terrifying killing intent on Zhou's body disappeared and was replaced by an ethereal feeling, he clasped his fists with both hands and knelt on the ground to salute.

"Subordinate Ye Gucheng is late to save the car, and I hope the emperor will punish him!"

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