The battlefield is changing rapidly.

Mo Mo seemed to have been secretly paying attention to Ye Qiange's side, but when he saw He Yu rushing out, the target was directly aimed at the poisonous hand centipede, so he immediately understood.

He braced himself on, almost running out of oil, but he still gritted his teeth and roared towards the other side.

"Everybody's up!"

The poisonous hand centipede drank violently, and he was very shocked in his heart, Wu Ya Jinwei was so strong!

Mo Mo's footwork staggered, his swordsmanship was messy, and his internal force was intermittent, coming and going, which was obviously a sign that his internal force was unsustainable and was about to be exhausted.

However, on the other hand, the other party was still menacing, and when the sword light was waved, people kept screaming and falling.

Mo Mo's gaze slanted slightly, and the corners of his mouth crossed a slight arc without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly stumbled under his feet, and his body fell forward, and a killer couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw this, and a sharp light crossed his eyes, and the long sword in his hand stabbed straight over.

The sword flickered, and it was full of cold light.

The sword body grazed Mo Mo's neck, and he could clearly feel the coldness of the sword body.

Mo Mo turned over and hurriedly pulled out, leaving a cut in his neck, oozing blood.

As soon as he turned over like this, he suddenly left a big flaw, and his back was all exposed, and he was defenseless.

The poisonous hand centipede's eyes lit up, and he watched for a long time, isn't this this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

The corners of his mouth curled, his fingertips flicked, and a few silver needles hummed softly, flying towards Mo Mo's back.

However, Momo's reaction was like divine help.

He turned his head suddenly, the sword shadow in his palm flew over, and with a slight stroke in the air, he saw several silver needles flying back and stabbing at the poisonous hand centipede.

The poisonous hand centipede was shocked, although he was known as a poisonous hand, and he was able to poison it, he was immune to most poisons and was not afraid of its medicinal power.

But in the face of the corpse, he is no different from ordinary people, he is as fearful as a tiger, and once he is hit, he will still die of poison.

The silver needles bounced back, and a few of them hit his face directly, full of strength, so that he could not fly back and dodge, and a few blocked his right side.

In this case, the poisonous hand centipede reflexively flew out to the left, avoiding all the silver needles that flew in.

At this moment, a figure suddenly burst out, like a tiger descending from the mountain, with a fierce momentum, as if it was watching and lurking, and it had been gathering momentum for a long time, just waiting for this moment.

This person is He Yu.

He increased his speed to the extreme, turning into a streamer, and before anyone arrived, the sword buzzed and pierced his eardrums, accompanied by a dazzling sword light!

The poisonous hand centipede was horrified, and before it could see who it was, it felt a tingling pain in its heart, as if it had been pierced by something.

Then, the poisonous hand centipede spewed a mouthful of blood.

Blood fell, and the ground suddenly made a sizzling sound, and it was corroded into a hollow full of scorched earth.

Ye Qiange was dumbfounded, and his mouth was dry.

Is this still blood?

It's a strong acid at all!

He Yu struck a successful blow, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook, and his palm was slightly forced, and he saw that the sword body was flipped, and he was about to shatter the heart of the poisonous hand centipede.

The poisonous hand centipede's face was like gold paper, and he secretly took a breath, and a palm was imprinted on He Yu's chest, knocking it out.

He Yu stabilized his body in the air, and after slowly landing on the ground, his body was unstable, his face turned blue for a while, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, obviously poisoning.

The poisonous hand centipede suffered a heavy blow, vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, his legs were weak, and he fell to the ground, his heart and mouth were bleeding, only to feel that the strength in his body was gradually fading, and the vigorous vitality was passing rapidly.

First the pain of a broken arm, then the pain of a broken heart.

The poisonous hand centipede was full of horror and looked at He Yu with an unwilling expression.

He has dominated the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, and he has made a great name for murder, and he has never experienced any winds and waves.

He thought it was just a simple task, but he never imagined that he would die here!

He was furious, and there seemed to be infinite hatred in his eyes.

"You're plotting against me!" He gritted his teeth, and his whole face became distorted and hideous.

Mo Mo deliberately exposed the flaw, and then lured him to make a move, and after using the flying needle, he forced him to take refuge in the place where He Yu had been ambushed in advance.

So that He Yu was easily defeated, and he didn't even have the slightest chance to fight back.

He Yu sneered, his eyes were full of banter, "I didn't think I would have today!" ”

"Hmph, you have been hit by my poisonous palm, I am dead, and you can't live!" The poisonous hand centipede only felt heavy eyelids, and the feeling of powerlessness spread throughout the body.

"What if I don't live?" He Yu's throat was sweet, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face became more and more difficult to look at. "Hmph, you poisonous hand centipede murder is not counted, the thirteenth layer killer of hell, has been wanted by Wu Ya for many years, and now he died at my hands, why do I have any regrets?"

"You-" The poisonous hand centipede was angry, this person even disregarded his own life in order to kill me.

His mouth was full of blood, and there was a bloody hole in his chest, which was constantly oozing out, and wherever the blood flowed, it kept making a sizzling sound, and turned into death.

His body spasmed, and after a slight convulsion, he was completely silent.

He Yu trembled and straightened up, and the internal force in his body was running to suppress the poison that was gradually spreading.

At this time, there were more than ten killers standing around him, staring at him fiercely, all swords facing each other, killing together from all directions.

And the other side.

Mo Mo turned around and swung his sword like this, but left the other party with an opportunity to take advantage of.

Several killers jerked forward, and several sharp swords swept by, either stabbing straight or slashing downward, with a howling wind.

Mo Mo couldn't avoid it at all, he toed a little and moved back, but after all, he couldn't avoid all the attacks.

I felt a pain in my right shoulder, and I was stabbed by the sword into a bloody hole.

When the killers saw Mo Mo injured, they couldn't help but rejoice, and their attacks became more and more violent.

As a direct result of the injury to his right shoulder, Mo Mo's swordsmanship became more and more messy.

This is almost fatal for a swordsman.

All his attacks failed, but the other party seized the opportunity and kept attacking the vital points, forcing him to retreat again and again, in a hurry.

Finally, after forcing back several waves of killers' combined attacks.

A sharp pain suddenly came from his right shoulder, and he only felt that his right arm was numb, and his palm suddenly lost strength, and the sword in his palm fell immediately.

Bang dang!

The killers were ecstatic, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and their internal forces came out and bombarded one after another.

Mo Mo hurriedly dodged, dodging most of the attacks, but he was still imprinted on his chest by a killer's palm, and in an instant, it was like a bullet out of the chamber, smashing to the ground.

Before Mo Mo could get up, a figure came out of the sky and landed beside Mo Mo.

Mo Mo looked at it fixedly, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

This person is like He Yu!

At this moment, the two of them, how can they still have half of the appearance of Wuya Jinwei and Yinwei, they are all embarrassed, their clothes are stained with blood, their bodies are scarred, and their skin is open.

"Brother Mo, failing to protect the prince is a dereliction of duty." He Yu's face was purple and blue, and at a glance, he knew that the poison was attacking and eroding his body.

Mo Mo shook his head and said, "I think it's the prince's order, otherwise, how could you make another move, it's no wonder you." ”

He Yu smiled bitterly and sighed: "You and I are already like this, I don't know what to do now." ”

As he spoke, dozens of killers surrounded him.

They secretly hated it, this time the losses were heavy, and the number of people who fell into the hands of Wuya Jin Wei was as many as more than thirty people, almost half of the total!

Among them, there is also a killer of the thirteenth layer of hell - the poisonous hand centipede!

"Kill!"

With an order, dozens of figures turned into streamers and slammed forward, wanting to completely kill Mo Mo and He Yu.

"Stop!"

Ye Qiange walked out slowly, his expression was calm and composed, without any fear or panic.

However, as if the killers had not heard of it, the offensive was still strong and undiminished.

"If you do not stop, this king will die before you."

After finishing speaking, Ye Qiange put a dagger on his neck, looked at the killers with a cold gaze, his face did not change, but his heart was extremely nervous, and a cold sweat poured down his back.

He's gambling, if he wins, he lives, and if he loses, he dies!