Mo Yinian and Beigong Boyu's eyes became as hard as a boulder when they heard this, and they each stared at the thief in front of them, protecting Xuanyuan Ziyu behind them.

Rumeng's eyes are a little more indescribably complex.

She took out a long sword, the blade of which was sharp and cold.

"You are an opponent worthy of respect." Rumeng looked at Jiang Yun, "Then use this village to see off your life." ”

When the rest of the Japanese saw Muramasa's unsheath, there was a hint of fanaticism in their eyes.

"Bell—"

Jiang Yun's body sank, and he slashed forward with endless momentum.

A Japanese man in front of him held the hilt of his sword in both hands, and sparks erupted between the swordsmen and soldiers.

Jiang Yun slashed down, directly shaking the sword body of the widow into a "buzzing" roar.

The man's mouth was numb, and he could no longer hold the handle of the knife, and the Tang knife was shocked and flew out, and fell on the bluestone ground with a "clang" sound.

Jiang Yunping's killing array skills that he had experienced in the sand place in his life were vividly brought into play, only to see him slash and split the inner armor of the Japanese people, turn around and slash the Tang knife, and cut the right hand of the Japanese people, and then connected and flew his knife body, stabbing into his chest like thunder.

In just a few breaths, the number of dead and wounded among the Japanese had reached five, and the rest of the Japanese also looked at him stupidly, not daring to attack rashly.

A hint of surprise flashed in Rumeng's beautiful eyes, "This person is left to me." ”

The other widows also breathed a sigh of relief when they heard Rumeng's order, and rushed to Mo Yinian, Beigong Boyu and the others, making them busy all of a sudden, and Mo Yinian's right shoulder was even cut open, and blood came out.

"This is a war between you and me." Rumeng said.

Jiang Yun didn't pay any attention to it, reflexively swooped down and knocked a widow away, joining the fight.

Rumeng was a little annoyed, and held Muramasa at a strange angle, which happened to pass through the gap between the battles, and pointed directly at Jiang Yun's neck.

Feeling this sharp edge, Jiang Yun subconsciously moved back, and the tip of the sword grazed his neck.

Jiang Yun secretly said that it was dangerous, and hurriedly retreated a few steps, staring at Rumeng tightly.

Rumeng's martial arts are definitely not below him, although Mo Yinian and the others are in critical condition, but if they are distracted to solve the siege, then it is very likely that they will be the next to fall.

Although the fire is now gone, and the garrison is gradually restoring order, can you hold out until they arrive?

Jiang Yun had no way to give himself an answer.

Seeing that the scars on Mo Yinian's body gradually increased, Beigong Boyu's body became more and more sluggish, and the despair and confusion in Xuanyuan Ziyu's eyes were there.

"There's no way, I can only solve this dream first."

Jiang Yun's eyes froze, and Rumeng also lifted Muramasa to the right side at head level.

Jiang Yun's body was pressed, and he swooped out like a cheetah, and the Tang knife in his hand was dragged up from the right diagonal downward.

As soon as it approached like a dream, it was violently hooked, and a strong wind blew.

"Drag the knife!" With the tremendous inertia of the twisting of the shoulder, the knife is sharp and fast.

If you dream that the situation is not good, you can resist the sword body with both hands, the blade vibrates, and your arm is a little numb, and you jump up and flip for a while, and fall to the ground suddenly, so that you can unload this force.

Jiang Yun was also surprised, his hands and arms were a little sore now, and a small hole was even cracked in the tiger's mouth, but the other party actually blocked this move, which made him more serious about Rumeng.

Rumeng felt a surge in her body, and forcibly mobilized her breath to stabilize, but her arm was still shaking, and her left shoulder even faintly showed signs of dislocation.

Rumeng was also quite surprised in his heart, as the number one master of Saga Stream, and the only personal disciple of the late Saga Santaifu, he was also a rare opponent in the country, but if he hadn't secretly unloaded some strength just now, I'm afraid that now he wouldn't be so simple as surging blood and blood.

"You are not a simple scholar, I can't imagine that Dayan still has a character like you."

"You're not just an Oiran."

If nothing else, this sword is a good proof of this.

This sword, named Muramasa, has a Mitsubishi hook pattern on the sword body, the blood groove is delicate but not rough, and the whole body is made of stainless steel, with a faint cold oozing.

Jiang Yun glanced at his Tang knife, there were already a few gaps in the battle, if he came a few more times, Jiang Yun couldn't guarantee that this knife would not shatter.

The two looked at each other with solemn eyes.

Rumeng's eyes were cold, and he took the lead in attacking, holding the village and stabbing directly.

Jiang Yun greeted him and forcibly suppressed the trembling of the tiger's mouth.

"Bang-clang-"

In less than half a pillar of incense, the two fought for more than 70 rounds, and there were more or less scars left by knives or swords on their bodies, and blood was flowing at the moment.

Jiang Yun gasped heavily.

Jiang Yun's chest was already stained red with blood, and that dream was no better, and blood was constantly oozing out of her abdomen.

Rumeng's breath is a little chaotic, and his physical strength is gradually unknown, and he can't help but think of the mission he came to this time, and.

A deep fear of "that person"!

"If you can't finish it, you don't have to come back to see me."

It was obviously a faint word, but it sounded like only indifference and ruthlessness.

This sentence was like thunder, and it was repeated in Rumeng's mind.

Rumeng looked at Jiang Yun, and heard the dense and neat footsteps that were approaching.

"The slave family can't play with you anymore."

She suddenly smiled seductively, threw out seven flying knives to seal all Jiang Yun's paths, and then rushed towards Xuanyuan Ziyu!

Jiang Yun's eyes widened, and suddenly, Rumeng actually ran in front of Xuanyuan Ziyu with Mura Zheng in his hand.

Jiang Yun looked at the flying knife with a green glow that flew over, and the green venom on it seemed to tell Jiang Yun that if he touched it, even if it was only a trace, he would not be able to escape death.

And if you block it with a knife, you can keep it safe.

Looking at the flying knife that rushed at a rapid speed, Jiang Yun's memory returned to the past.

"If you are afraid, how can you be worthy of the surname of the Jiang family!"

"The Great Yanjiang family, only you Jiang Yun are left!"

The tension on Jiang Yun's face completely faded, leaving only calm and indifference.

"Dayan Wansheng!"

Jiang Yun let out a loud shout and pounced on Xuanyuan Ziyu with all his strength.

"Woo-la-la-"

Jiang Yun didn't know how many flying knives had pierced his skin and pierced his flesh.

Like a dream, Mo Yinian and Beigong Boyu were knocked away by the two of them.

A sharp sword stabbed towards Xuanyuan's purple feather head like a wolf, like a rushing wind, like a monstrous lightning.

It can't be stopped.

Are you going to die?

Xuanyuan Purple Feather's pupils were extremely narrow, and the tip of the sword would pierce into his head in the next moment.

Suddenly.

The vision darkened.

A figure appeared in front of him, and he stood in front of him.

There was no wave in his eyes.

Calm.