With Chu Haoyan and Mo Wangsheng in front of him, Chu Haoyu suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and even though the two of them were uncertain, they never stayed away from Chu Haoyu, so that he could take action in time if he was really in danger.

With a wave of his hand to block the throat scimitar, Chu Haoyu dodged and dodged the knife that slashed at the shoulder, and then the long knife slashed out like lightning, cutting off the person's wrist. The blood that rushed out almost splashed on Mo Wangsheng's body.

The wrist was broken, and the cold face of the knife hand was piled up due to pain, and there was a muffled snort in the mouth without screaming, but there was blood flowing from the corner of the mouth, which I thought was biting my teeth. Staring at Chu Haoyu, the knife hand suddenly pounced with his open arms, wanting to hug Chu Haoyu, but he never thought that at this moment, a long sword was picked into his throat, and the whole person fell from mid-air.

It was Mo Forgetsheng who made the shot. One dodged to avoid the blood, and Mo Wusheng even swung his sword and slashed through the person's throat, and then glanced at Chu Haoyu.

Mo Wangsheng's gaze was calm and did not contain any emotion, but Chu Haoyu understood what he meant. Laughing rather embarrassedly, Chu Haoyu swung his knife to meet a knife hand.

In an instant, the horizontal knife collided with the scimitar, making a violent sound, and the horizontal knife held by Chu Haoyu was just a common horizontal knife in the army, leaving countless gaps after the impact again and again. Feeling the somewhat numb arm, Chu Haoyu raised his foot and kicked this person's calf.

There was a click, this was the sound of bones shattering, and at the moment when this person's figure staggered, the long knife in Chu Haoyu's hand quickly stabbed into this person's throat. With the pull out of the horizontal knife, a stream of blood surged out, but at this moment, two more scimitars slashed at Chu Haoyu's shoulders respectively.

Before the knife arrived, the strong wind had blown Chu Haoyu's long hair, and Chu Haoyu could clearly feel the murderous intent in it.

Taking a deep breath, Chu Haoyu's thin body seemed to have lost any weight, and floated backwards with this strong wind, and the swinging horizontal knife met one of them.

The sound of the clanging bell was a horizontal knife on the scimitar, and at the same time, Chu Haoyu's internal force rushed over frantically. Suddenly, the burly body of the person holding the knife couldn't help but tremble, and at this moment, Chu Haoyu suddenly bounced up and rushed towards this person, and the horizontal knife stabbed directly into the person's chest.

Blood flowed down the cold horizontal knife, and in the severe pain, the knife hand laughed instead, weird, cold, and bloody. Suddenly grabbed the horizontal knife that stabbed into his chest, and then swung the knife at Chu Haoyu's head, fighting for his life. At this moment, another person also swung a knife and pounced.

Failed to draw out the horizontal knife, Chu Haoyu also had a sneer on his face, instead of retreating, he rushed forward, accompanied by a strange shadow, wanting to hide behind this knife hand, but at this moment, a scimitar appeared silently, slashing towards Chu Haoyu's chest, and it seemed that Chu Haoyu hit it himself.

Tu Gu made a move. Seeing Chu Haoyu's castration, Tu Gu swung his knife to meet him. The plain knife momentum is like a breeze blowing, silent and silent, difficult to detect and difficult to resist.

Looking at this sudden knife, which was already close at hand, Chu Haoyu's eyes couldn't help but tighten.

Not daring to hesitate, between breaths, Chu Haoyu had stopped. Stabilizing his body, Chu Haoyu's raised arm made a sword trick and slowly stabbed it, it was the Chu family's peerless learning and Chu Haoyu's most familiar Shaoyang sword trick.

With the slow sword momentum, Chu Haoyu was silent in his mind, without joy or sorrow, dissolving himself into this sword. At this moment, the heavens and the earth were silent, the waving sword, the splashing blood, the whispering of the wind, the expressions of everyone, Chu Haoyu could even feel the passage of life, but in an instant, everything suddenly moved.

At the moment when he pointed at the scimitar, Chu Haoyu's body shook like water waves. In the extremely strange body style, the two scimitars behind him slashed closely against Chu Haoyu's body but did not hurt him in the slightest, and then pounced on the figure bone.

With a blow just now, Tu Gu hit Chu Haoyu's finger sword with a scimitar, and his body still trembled, especially Chu Haoyu's power after fitting his body, which made him feel a deep coercion. Taking a deep breath to suppress the churning blood qi in his body, Tu Gu swung his knife and cut at Chu Haoyu's chest. This knife was as sharp as a bolt of lightning, ignoring Chu Haoyu's slap on the head.

In an instant, Tu Gu's knife slashed at Chu Haoyu's chest, but the feeling of emptiness and powerlessness made Tu Gu feel uncomfortable and wanted to vomit blood.

"Kill!" In the midst of the loud shouts, the internal force of the figure bone surged out, but at this moment, Chu Haoyu's palm had already fallen on the door of his head.

The fluttering palm gesture was like a slap between friends, but the loud shouting of the picture bone suddenly stopped, and he fell to the ground.

With one palm, Chu Haoyu also fell from mid-air, but his face was pale, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. Although he used Xuan Gong to dodge the blow of the Tu Gu just now, the internal force of the Tu Gu was not so easy to bear, and he injured his internal organs.

Although he was injured, Chu Haoyu didn't dare to pause and continued to rush forward, because a scimitar slashed Chu Haoyu straight at the back of the head, but the scimitar never fell, and the person was already soft to the ground.

It was Chu Haoyan who made the shot. Seeing that Chu Haoyu was in danger, Chu Haoyan immediately pounced, but it was too late, seeing this, Chu Haoyu's lonely eyes flashed with cold light, especially when someone took the opportunity to pounce on Chu Haoyu, he slashed at the back of the person's heart with a knife, and directly broke his heart, but Chu Haoyu's crisis has not ended.

Seeing that Chu Haoyu was injured, two more swordsmen came up. The two scimitars slashed at Chu Haoyu's throat and waist respectively, and the cold scimitars scattered a faint cold light in the cold moonlight.

This time, it's a real moment of life and death. Staring at the two scimitars, a cold light flashed in Chu Haoyu's eyes, and he stood still in an instant, and shouted at the same time: "Second brother, help me." In the shout, Chu Haoyu raised his hands to meet the two scimitars.

Soon, Chu Haoyu's palms slapped on the double swords, and at the same time, Chu Haoyu slapped his palm on Chu Haoyu's back, and the true qi of forty years of penance poured into Chu Haoyu's veins. It fuses the internal force of the two people, and enters the tendons and veins of the two knives and the heart through the scimitar. Suddenly, the two of them let out a muffled snort at the same time and fell to the ground and died, but Chu Haoyu couldn't suppress the concussion in his chest anymore and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Shocked to death the two knife hands, Chu Haoyan's palm never left, and the internal force continued to enter Chu Haoyu's meridians to heal him.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the blood in his lungs, Chu Haoyu shook his head and said, "Second brother, it's okay, don't worry about me." ”

Looking at Chu Haoyu, Chu Haoyu suddenly grinned and said, "Between life and death, there are often unexpected gains, learn to enjoy them." At the end of the words, Chu Haoyan swung his knife to block a scimitar, and then stabbed into the person's throat.

When Chu Haoyan's palm left, Chu Haoyu actually felt that his body was weak, and he almost fell to the ground. Taking a long breath, Chu Haoyu raised his foot and kicked a scimitar into his hand, and then met the scimitar. This time, Chu Haoyu no longer collided with his opponent, but used his clever sword and sword skills to wrestle with the enemy.

Seeing that Chu Haoyu was injured and vomited blood, Odun Gerile breathed a sigh of relief, but his face became more and more cold. Just now, the victory or defeat was still five or five, but now that Chu Haoyu is injured, Chu Haoyan and Mo Wusheng are bound to be distracted to take care of him, so the odds of winning will increase by two percent. Thinking of this, Odun Gerile suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and felt a deep crisis. It feels inexplicable, for no reason, it's completely intuitive. Not daring to hesitate, Odungerile rushed forward directly, but unfortunately it was too late.

It was Mo Fan who made the shot. As a congenital peak master, Mo Fan didn't need to deliberately hide his body at all, and after fitting his body, he was like a mortal god who pounced on the main general Odun Gerile, not to mention, Mo Fan, who rarely used weapons, had an extra wooden stick in his hand.

Although Otungerile was fast, he was still pointed on the back by the long stick. Suddenly, Odungerile only felt a strong attack, and a mouthful of blood spit out involuntarily. Despite the pain, Odungerile took advantage of the momentum to rush forward, and when he fell to the ground, he spat out a mouthful of blood. After all, he is a master, even if he is injured, Odungerile threw out the scimitar, hoping to stop Mo Fan for a moment, and at this moment, the two guards have already rushed towards Mo Fan.

Failed to kill Odun Gerile with one blow, Mo Fan was not disappointed, his wrist shook slightly, and the wooden stick turned into two phantoms, pointing at the two knives in no particular order. In an instant, the two of them fell to the ground, and their crooked heads were clearly dead and could not die anymore. When the shadows of the sticks merged into one, and they were picked on the flying scimitar, at this moment, the spinning scimitar actually accelerated and slashed towards the back of Odungerile's head.

Hearing the rapid sound of the scimitar and feeling the killing intent in it, Odun Gerile immediately rolled to the side, but although he dodged the scimitar, Mo Fan's long stick knocked on the door of his head, and he was suddenly so angry that he couldn't close his eyes until he died.

Killing Odungerile, Mo Fan swung a wooden stick and pounced into the crowd. Every swing of the stick has to be done by someone, even if it doesn't cost his life, but injuries are inevitable, and he soon joined Chu Haoyan and the three of them. At this moment, Chu Haoyan, Mo Wusheng, and Mo Fan formed a triangle to protect Chu Haoyu in the middle, and this triangle was like a sharp and unbreakable cone thorn, no matter who was the tip of the spear, the other two could protect the wings and run through the knife formation.

These knife men have undergone extremely strict and even cruel training, even if Odungerile died, even if more than half of the casualties were left and there were only more than 100 people left, everyone still rushed to the three of them without fear of death.

At this moment, even if the three of them have excellent martial arts, there are also a lot of blood stains on their bodies, that is, Mo Wangsheng, who is clean by nature, and his green robe is also bloodstained, and just now, the three swordsmen pounced at the same time, leaving a wound on him regardless of life and death.

Or because he saw the blood, Mo Forgetsheng's lonely eyes were filled with blood, every time the Seven Feelings Sword was swung, there would be blood splashes, and every palm slapped out would reap his life.

Chu Haoyan was also stabbed, slashing on the shoulder, and the blood flowing soaked half of Chu Haoyan's body, but the horizontal knife was still sharp. The blood-stained horizontal knife was mixed with a dignified murderous aura, and almost no one could take a hard blow from him. Perhaps, only Mo Fan is the most relaxed, the long stick he wields is like a big net, no one can get close to him at all, but anyone who gets close will be sent to the underworld by him.

In the frenzied slaughter, there were more and more bones around the three of them, and there were fewer and fewer swordsmen alive, fifty, twenty, ten, and when the last swordsman was beheaded by Mo Wangsheng, the three of them looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

When the laughter fell, Chu Haoyan opened his mouth and said, "It's a pity that there is no wine, otherwise, I must have a good drink with the two Mo brothers." ”

Looking at Chu Haoyan, Mo Wangsheng nodded and said, "It's really a pity, when Mo gets out, he must get drunk with Brother Chu." At the end of the words, Mo Wangsheng walked away, and at the same time chanted: "The world is out of my generation, and the years of the rivers and lakes are urging; The emperor is talking and laughing, and he is more drunk than life. Lifting a sword and waving a ghost rain, the white bones are like mountain birds flying in shock; Dust is like a tide, people are like water, only sighing a few people in the rivers and lakes. When the last sentence came, Mo Yusheng had disappeared from the sight of the three of them.

Looking at Mo Wangsheng's back, Chu Hao said slowly: "There is another grandmaster in the world." ”

Hearing Chu Haoyan's words, Chu Haoyu was stunned but not surprised, but opened his mouth and asked, "Second brother, what about you?" ”

Chu Haoyan didn't answer, but said lightly: "Let's go, find a place to heal." ”

Although he didn't get an answer, seeing the second brother's indifferent expression, Chu Haoyu had a hint of enlightenment, after this battle, I'm afraid that the second brother will also have to retreat. When the three of them left, under the cold moonlight, the blood and bones everywhere seemed to tell the tragedy of the battle.