The sword light flickered, silently, like two hidden poisonous snakes, and in an instant, it had already been handed to Yan Xing's two sides.

Yan Xing crisscrossed Xiliang, but he had never fallen into such a dangerous situation, only he ambushed the other party, and then easily took off the opponent's head.

But now that he was ambushed, the number of people was unknown, and the killing intent of the sword light made his hair stand up, and at this moment, he, who was as strong as the god of war, actually felt powerless.

With an angry shout, Yan Xing's body twisted at a small angle, still flying backwards.

He couldn't dodge these two swords, because they were the work of two masters.

The Yan sisters joined forces and once beat the sword saint Li Yan to the ground.

No matter how good Yan Xing is, he is not as strong as the sword saint who crisscrossed the rivers and lakes back then.

So he couldn't dodge, and both swords stabbed him in the ribs.

But he didn't fall out of the air, he still moved quickly, broke away from the shroud of the sword light, and was about to disappear into the night.

His two guns were inserted under the threat, saving his life at the critical moment, but the whole body was churning with blood and blood, and he had already suffered a lot of internal injuries.

The night lit up slightly, as if it was a small firefly flying by boringly.

Yan Xing felt that he was about to die, maybe in the next second.

Because it was a sword light, a sword faster than those two swords.

The sword came out silently, just a flash, and then it was already at his throat.

Yan Xing couldn't dodge anymore, and he couldn't shoot, he could only block it with his hands.

But this sword light, his hand can't stop it, he knows it very well in his heart, but if he doesn't block it, he will be separated in the air.

This is Wang Yue's sword, the assassination of the three masters, Liu Wei already looks up to Yan Xing or Ma Chao.

Liu Wei believes that no one in this era can get out of their killing game, and the red-clothed Yan Xing has only a dead end.

But Yan Xing was not dead, a long sword flew through the air, knocking Wang Yue's sword open a gap.

Yan Xing's eyes lit up, and as soon as his hands moved, a person rose into the sky like a big bird, passing through this gap.

There was a splash of blood in the air, mixed with Yan Xing's cry of pain, but he passed through it after all, and pulled out his two guns.

Unfortunately, a cut was made on his right chest, making it extremely difficult for him to stand.

The white clothes are better than the snow, and the sword light is like practice.

Ma Chao threw out his left-handed sword and saved Yan Xing's life, and he also had his right-hand sword, which was entangled with the three long swords that attacked him in the rapid collision.

No one can fight the three masters alone, although Ma Chao is the ancestor of Chinese swordsmanship, he can't do it.

So Ma Chao has been retreating, but he has been blocking Yan Xing.

Blood blooms, and swords fly.

Ma Chao was hit by a sword in his right arm, and then he threw his right sword out again.

The master was desperate, like a mad tiger, Wang Yue and the Yan sisters were blocked.

Ma Chao didn't look at the battle situation, pulled Yan Xing, who was no longer able to stand, and went into the night.

He knew that if he was defeated tonight, he would be defeated like water, and the other party would be in favor of Chong Lan and create this killing situation, and they were all the targets of hunting.

The trapped beast is still fighting, and Ma Chao is not a person who easily admits defeat, because he is Ma Mengqi, the god of war.

Liu Wei finally made a move, although it was useless, but the sword light was still brilliant.

Brilliant as fireworks.

Ma Chao, who has no sword, Yan Xing, who can't make a gun, and Xiliang Shuangjie, have fallen into a desperate situation.

Ma Chao's face sank like water, and he regarded the sword light as nothing, that is, he did not block or dodge.

Looking at his strange behavior, Liu Bian's face changed, and then he thought of someone.

A man who will be more ferocious in a desperate situation.

A large knife swooped down from the bevel angle and smashed the fireworks.

The beauty of that moment was shorter than a meteor.

Liu Wei sighed in his heart, and with a turn of thought, the long sword suddenly became soft, entangled the big sword.

"Surround this man!"

Between the lightning and the fire, there must be Ma Dai's cold arrow outside, and Liu Wei made an important decision.

He gave up chasing and killing Xiliang Shuangjie, but surrounded the person who made the sword.

Although Xiliang Shuangjie had been injured, Liu Wei no longer looked at them.

This decision was unexpected by everyone, but out of trust in Liu Wei, the three masters all obeyed Liu Wei's decision.

The figure of Xiliang Shuangjie has disappeared, but the man who made the knife has fallen into a heavy siege.

Four of the most superb swordsmen of the late Han Dynasty surrounded him.

There was no sound outside, and there was no cold arrow from Ma Dai.

Liu Wei looked at this person and smiled.

"Pang Lingming, you can't go."

Pound smiled too, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, shining in the night.

"My lord is gone, it doesn't matter if I go or not, if you want to die, take it away."

Wang Yue and the Yan sisters were a little disappointed in their hearts, so many masters didn't leave Xiliang Shuangjie, but just trapped a pawn under him, which made them embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, Liu Wei did not have the slightest look of chagrin, and the smile on his face became thicker and thicker, just like spring flowers.

"Ling Ming, in my heart, you are more important than the two of them combined."

Everyone thought that Liu Wei was self-assured, including Pang De, who threw down the big knife in his hand and stretched out his hands.

"Does that make you angry? Feeling like picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelon? ”

Seeing that Pang De took the initiative to give up resistance, Liu Wei's smile disappeared, and he said with a serious expression.

"I have to make Ming, and I will never regret it!"

……

Of course, Liu Wei does not regret it, Pang De is not only a brave general in Xiliang, but also a fierce general, when Guan Yunchang shook Jingzhou, Cao Cao was not afraid of Guan Yu under Xu Du's only two people.

One is Xu Gongming, and the other is Pang Lingming.

Carrying the coffin to fight Guan Yu, what kind of spirit, how could Ma Chao use Pound? How could Cao Cao use Pound?

What's more, Pang De's descendants have experienced even more harm, destroying Guan Yu Manmen, Guan Yunchang is dignified, just to kill Pang De in a moment's anger, but he let himself cut off his children and grandchildren, this kind of causal relationship is only known to Liu Wei.

So Pang De is a baby, so Liu Wei decisively abandoned Xiliang Shuangjie, there is a gift to get, this deal Liu Wei felt that he had made a lot of money, so he was laughing all day, and everyone who laughed was inexplicable.

Wang Yun couldn't laugh, he kicked over a few chairs, pushed them to the five screens, and walked around like a sleepy beast.

The other party had expected that the seed would be assassinated, so he arranged a trap in advance, and the ambushes were all unborn masters.

This can only mean one thing, one thing that makes Wang Yun desperate.

The genre has changed his mind.

The Tung Coalition is facing a catastrophe.

Maybe at this time, maybe in the next moment, the Flying Bear Army will break into the gate of Situ Mansion.

But Wang Yun had nothing to do, and Dong Yi also had no choice.

Man is a sword, I am a fish.

When he saw Wang Yuntie walking out of the study with a blushing face, Dong Yi knew that he already had a way.

But when he said this method, Dong Yi's heart trembled.

reported Wang Zifu and Wu Zilan to the Taishi, and robbed the light to establish his image of loyalty to the Taishi.

Only in this way may we be able to avoid this catastrophe.

(End of chapter)