Qiu Qianyu and Mao Zhao's death knock has reached the last moment, and both sides have sacrificed the strongest killing moves.

A wisp of dense mist turned into essence and blood, without ten years of penance, it could not be recovered at all, Qiu Qianyu spewed out without hesitation, and it had a lot to do with the trace of purple light shot out by Mao Zhaotian Linggai.

Although Qiu Qianyu couldn't say what it was, he didn't dare to doubt its lethality at all, and it was not weaker than the fluctuation of the essence blood bonus, which was enough to make Qiu Qianyu fully guarded.

The Qiu brothers have been bold since they were young, and their parents died in the runic water of unscrupulous Taoist priests, so they were extremely disgusted with Mao Zhao and these Taoist priests, so at the instigation of some people, they angrily attacked the Taoist sects, and no matter what, the two brothers did not dare to peek at any opponent from the beginning of the fight.

The wolf-like temperament has long forged the fierce fighting style of the two brothers.

A wisp of essence blood merged into the sea of blood, Qiu Qianyu no longer hid it a little, the red white jade in the sea of blood flashed, and the hilt of the sword turned into a bloody red from the tip of the sword, and suddenly showed its original form, and the smell of blood suddenly came to the nostrils.

"Kill~"

Qiu Qianyu did not hesitate to pull the qi machine, and the red white jade disappeared from view in an instant.

The essence blood entered the sword, and the instantaneous increase allowed Bai Yu to transcend the limit of speed.

Only a ray of red light flashed by, and Mao Zhao's pupils shrank widely.

Flick your index finger without hesitation.

"Go."

The bronze sword suddenly rolled up the green light in the sky, slammed the ground, and stabbed straight down, the speed was also extremely fast, the green light suddenly appeared, and there was a sudden shock, and the red light and shadow flickered. The white jade bounced. It's like being spiritual. Stabbed at the top of Mao Zhao's head.

At the same time, Qiu Qianyu's body, which had not moved for a long time, swept up in an instant, turned his hands into palms, and suddenly slapped down towards Mao Zhao.

The combination of heavy punches is staged in an instant.

Mao Zhao's eyes were cloudy, his body retreated, but the white jade above his head refused to stop. Swallowing blood-red light, he pressed towards Mao Zhao without hesitation.

"Fuck off."

Mao Zhao shouted angrily, the bronze sword fell into his hand, kicked out, forced Qiu Qianyu back, and slashed down with another sword, the blood-red white jade with coldness made a crisp sound, the blood-red light dimmed slightly, and was shocked out of the air.

Qiu Qianyu stretched out his hand and grabbed the white jade in his hand. Suddenly slashed.

Turn the long sword in a circle, cut the waist to turn the long sword in a circle. Cut horizontally.

"Good time."

Mao Zhao smiled coldly, both of them were too consumed, but they had to fight close to each other temporarily.

Although the two divine swords that had lost the traction of the qi machine were a little less flexible, they shone brightly in the hands of the two kendo masters, blood red and purple and cyan collided, and Mao Zhao and Qiu Qianyu took a step back at the same time.

Needless to say, the two once again tacitly took a step forward.

Mao Zhao's long sword reversed, stabbing Qiu Qianyu in the back of the heart, but seeing Qiu Qianyu swept up, he dodged a sword in the back of the heart, and the white jade in his hand took Mao Zhao's chest.

With a spark, the white jade slashed across the slightly wide blade of the bronze sword, leisurely bypassing Mao Zhao's chest and pointing at his neck.

A good Qiu Qianyu, Xiang Zhuang's sword dance is aimed at Pei Gong, this sword seems to be straight to Mao Zhao's chest, but in fact, his wrist turned slightly, and it bounced up in an instant, intending to penetrate Mao Zhao's throat.

Fortunately, Mao Zhao is also an experienced person, although it is a little sudden, but he also reacts very quickly, at the moment of a moment, the palm of his hand is flipped, the hilt of the bronze sword is blocked, and there is an unpleasant sound, the tip of the white jade sword failed to stab Mao Zhao's throat, but it was pointed on the hilt of the bronze sword.

Mao Zhao's wrist sank, not moving at all, but a trace of blood flowed out.

If he accidentally touched the road, how could Mao Zhao give up.

After a short period of dropping the bronze sword, the internal strength of the two of them recovered a little, Qiu Qianyu attacked with a sword, but saw Mao Zhao with a sly smile on his face, and the bronze sword suddenly shot out like an arrow, made a bend, and stabbed down Qiu Qianyu's back.

With the way of others, the two of them calculated separately, this sword, Mao Zhao suddenly burst out, it was timely, Qiu Qianyu's sense of crisis was condensed, and without waiting for other reactions, the bronze sword had already pierced his heart.

"Roar~"

Qiu Qianyu's brows tightened, his eyes were cold, his body rushed out obliquely, ignoring the bronze sword behind him, and with a turn of his wrist, the blood-red color flashed sharply, and he stabbed at Mao Zhao suddenly.

Mao Zhao's face was slightly gloomy, he did not advance but retreated, the bronze sword was still stabbed on Qiu Qianyu's body, and it was too late to pull the bronze sword, Mao Zhao suddenly punched out with both palms.

Qiu Qianyu sneered, Mao Zhao stabbed his sword, how could it be so simple to retreat with his whole body.

The white jade entered the abdomen, Mao Zhao's face turned pale, this time, it was fair, the two sides were each swords, the footsteps moved lightly, the rain on the ground drew a line, and the two opened a distance of more than two meters.

Mao Zhao had a sword hole in his abdomen, and the blood was not stopping.

Qiu Qianyu's blood-red power suit was also completely dyed red this time.

The two of them not only consume great internal strength, but also wear out their physical strength.

"Unleash your last sword."

Mao Zhao gasped, every breath must involve the wound in his abdomen, and the severe pain made him frown.

Qiu Qianyu's huge head stared at Mao Zhao opposite, and the white jade was thrown into the air.

Glancing at Qiu Manyu from afar, Mao Zhao suddenly closed his eyes.

A dull breath of impending wind and rain spread, and suddenly a breeze rolled up for no reason.

The stagnant water on the ground dried up in an instant, and with Qiu Qianyu as the center, a thick blood red began to permeate.

Less than fifty meters away from Qiu Manyu, Ye Guzi pulled the little bean sprouts that had come to the front behind him, and his eyes flashed with a rare heaviness.

"Behind the master, this sword is not something you can spy on."

"Ah" Little Bean Sprouts nodded a little hindsightly: "Okay." ”

Then he hid behind the wild solitary son, through the gap, looking at the increasingly majestic blood red in the field, his nose fluttered, and he suddenly felt a burst of nausea.

Mao Zhao's face was no longer calm, the wound in his abdomen didn't seem to be so painful, and he held the bronze sword with his ten fingers, and blood stained the hilt of the sword.

A special symbol flashed on the hilt of the sword, and Mao Zhao held the bronze sword and threw it into the air.

Everyone's eyes lit up, and on the third floor of the attic, the only visible eye of the man in the cloak also fluctuated slightly.

The violent light shone, and Mao Zhao's figure was instantly engulfed in blood red, and the same was true of Qiu Qianyu on the opposite side.

The pinnacle of the double anti-dumping sword.

It was brewed for a long time, and finally it was revealed without hesitation.

The two figures were engulfed, Ge Xuan's pupils shrank widely, looking at the blood red and blue purple light that were intertwined, and he almost couldn't help but snatch out.

Everyone stared intently at the battlering people, and no one noticed the arrival of the two figures.

"It's pretty hilarious."

Yuan Shang's eyes were full of lingering tiredness, he looked at the slightly ugly man beside him, and said with a smile: "I finally caught up." ”

Pang Tong, who followed Yuan Shang to the left and right, nodded slightly, looked solemnly at the location of several breaths, and said solemnly: "It's really lively, just pull out one, it's not lower than the strength of a first-class general, and all the strong people gather." ”

When Yuan Shang heard this, he was noncommittal, chuckled, looked at the few people who were fighting, and said with a smile: "It's rare to catch up, onlookers hurry up and watch." ”

Pang Tong smiled, pulled out the wine jug from his waist, and didn't ask Yuan Shang if he drank it, he poured it into his mouth, this kind of rainy winter weather, drinking some wine is definitely warm, a few sips of wine in the stomach, Pang Tong's slightly gray face is a lot more ruddy.

Yuan Shang didn't care, his dark eyes looked at the desperate bodies, and his face showed meaning.

Tens of thousands of soldiers and horses are still five kilometers outside Chang'an City, killing a lot of sentry along the way, several elites of the tiger and wolf army did not hide their whereabouts, under Yuan Shang's signal, swaggering towards Chang'an, at all did not worry about being discovered by Dong Zhuo, such a high-profile march, but successfully concealed Dong Zhuo's eyeliner, at this time Yuan Shang personally took Pang Tong, and sneaked to Chang'an City single-handedly, but there was not much planning, except for watching some good shows, just to wait for someone.

"My lord, is the person you were waiting for coming?" Pang Tong squatted down, looked at the people who were fighting, and asked with a smile.

"It's coming"

Yuan Shang nodded, Yuan Shang had already figured out the person he was waiting for at a glance, but he didn't go over to say hello immediately, now that Chang'an is so lively, he is not in a hurry.

"Let's join in the fun." Yuan Shang smiled lightly.

"Hmm." Pang Tong nodded and took another sip of wine, Yuan Shang wanted to see the excitement, as a junior brother, what opinion could he have. (To be continued......)