When the three Credite Golden Knives were already close to Wei Xianghu's brain, Wei Xianghu was already unable to dodge, and he didn't intend to lie to the owner of the knife, saying something for 10,000 years.

Since he couldn't dodge, Wei Xianghu immediately chose a more brutal way, he wanted to exchange his life with Gu Zhun!

Of course, Gu Zhun would not exchange his life with this person.

Not to mention his secret identity as a hanger, just because of the wealth and power represented by the Hou Shizi of Zhenbei on the surface, it is destined that Gu Zhun will not be able to exchange his life with others.

quickly opened the distance, because Gu Zhun's ability was limited, and the three Chide Golden Knives also retreated with Gu Zhun's retreat.

Wei Xianghu escaped with his life, but without any hesitation, he jumped up from the horse, picked up a large iron rod nearly nine feet long with his thick arms, and smashed it down on Gu Zhun's head.

Meng Dechun appeared at the right time and blocked in front of Gu Zhun, only to see his legs bend slightly, and the spear in his hand slammed horizontally, blocking the heavily falling iron rod, and at the same time, a five-inch long handleless short blade on Meng Dechun's waist shot out in an instant, straight to Wei Xianghu's chest.

Although the tiger's mouth was numb, Meng Dechun roared in his mouth: "Die!"

Wei Xianghu didn't expect this person to be so insidious, he didn't care about the iron rod in his hand, his body leaned back, and he fell into the snow all of a sudden.

Meng Dechun shook the spear in his hand, shook the iron rod aside, and then stabbed dozens of times in the snow in front of him.

Wei Xianghu, who was in the snow, saw that the tip of the gun was desperately poking at him, and twisted his body wildly in the snow, like a big wild boar playing in the snow.

Dodged dozens of pokes one after another, and Wei Xianghu took advantage of the slight pause in Meng Dechun's poke and kicked up a large piece of snow.

The snow explodes, and the snowflakes fly wildly.

Meng Dechun's vision was suddenly blocked!

Wei Xianghu rolled on a lazy donkey and jumped up from the ground, Zhenyuan surged wildly, all on one arm, and was about to punch Meng Dechun's chest with a cruel smile.

But at this moment, three golden knives appeared among the chaotic snowflakes.

"No!" Wei Xianghu shouted in horror, but the knife was silent, and it appeared really abruptly, although he forcibly twisted his body, but the arm he stretched out was immediately cut into three pieces.

Just as the blood was about to gush out from the severed artery in his arm, Wei Xianghu's True Yuan hurriedly blocked the incision, stopping the blood from gushing.

Gu Zhun next to him couldn't help but smack his lips regretfully when he saw this scene, he originally thought that he could kill this bandit leader with a sneak attack!

"Big brother!" At this time, the one-eyed dragon who rushed over with a few people shouted in shock, looking at this scene, his eyes were split.

"If you dare to hurt my eldest brother, you all have to die!"

The one-eyed dragon let out a useless cry, but his hands were not idle, he stretched out his hand, and a sharp blade from his waist shot out, and at the same time, he held a five-foot-long machete in his hand, and slashed it with both hands.

Meng Dechun almost didn't hesitate, and in the blink of an eye, he was fighting with this one-eyed dragon.

At the same time, Meng Dechun manipulated his previous handleless blade to stop the people brought by the one-eyed dragon.

"Shizi, you retreat first!" Meng Dechun turned his head to Gu Zhun and reminded.

However, Gu Zhun had no intention of retreating at this moment.

Looking at the very weak bandit leader in front of him who had lost an arm, Gu Zhun felt that he should be able to slaughter this guy.

If you are a man, you should fight with blood and slaughter the strong!

Thinking about it like this, Gu Zhun thought about it, and the three Chide golden knives covered each other, and attacked and killed Wei Xianghu again.

Although he lost an arm, Wei Xianghu was still a high-level powerhouse in the Zhiwei Realm, more than a whole level higher than Gu Zhun.

Seeing that Gu Zhun was actually killing him alive or dead, Wei Xianghu couldn't help but laugh, and let out a long roar in his mouth: "It's good, Lao Tzu likes to torture and kill the little white faces of rich and noble people like you the most!"

The words fell, and Wei Xianghu pulled out the soft sword wrapped around his waist.

Although he Wei Xianghu often gives people a fierce and powerful feeling because of his tall stature, except for a few cronies, no living person knows that his best killing technique is a soft swordsmanship that he has practiced since he was a child.

For everyone else who had seen him wield a soft sword, without exception, was dead!

Boom!

The soft sword in Wei Xianghu's hand just danced at will, and it was to shoot down the three Chide golden knives that Gu Zhun flew in the air one after another.

What the?

Gu Zhun was also stunned, he never expected that such a rough man would be a soft sword player.

Can you still play like this?

The three Credgold knives were bounced away violently, and Gu Zhun's spirit was also traumatized, and he couldn't control the knives anymore.

However, Gu Zhun was not panicked, he also hid a few talismans close to him, as long as he could stick to the body of this bandit leader, he could still burn him to ashes!

And at this moment, Wei Xianghu's legs poured into the powerful True Yuan, stepping on the strange footwork, and quickly approached Gu Zhun.

"Damn, is this batch of people so fast?" Gu Zhun was suddenly shocked, only thinking that this guy was running so fast, he was afraid that he would not have time to stick the talisman on his body.

Almost without any hesitation, Gu Zhun directly opened the inheritance backpack with his hands.

With a flick of his wrist, the soft sword in Wei Xianghu's hand suddenly became straight, at this moment, a moving red dot had appeared in his eyes, wait a minute, he would stab at this moving red dot, no matter who the opponent is, as long as he hits this red dot, the opponent will be sealed by him with a sword, and he will kill in an instant!

This is the confidence in the heart of Wei Xianghu, who has been practicing swordsmanship for fifty years!

The sword in Wei Xianghu's hand was skillfully tilted to minimize the wind resistance with the most suitable tilt. His sword was so fast that it could even leave a vague trail of the blade in the air.

The blade of the sword, mercilessly stabbed at the red dot in his field of vision.

The one-eyed dragon Yu Guang on the side noticed this scene and sneered at Meng Dechun: "Boy, the little white face you protected is going to die!"

Meng Dechun was also anxious in his heart, and forcibly shook the one-eyed dragon away, but he was kicked on the back by the one-eyed dragon who suddenly followed, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

At this time, Wei Xianghu's eyes had been raised slightly, and he liked to see the horror, unwillingness, and remorse of the deceased before he died.

However, Wei Xianghu was suddenly stunned, because he didn't see Gu Zhun's desperate expression, but saw a faint smile on Gu Zhun's face.

"Why is it a smiling face?" Wei Xianghu was puzzled, the sword in his hand fell on Gu Zhun's throat and passed through without resistance.

Wei Xianghu was stunned for a moment, and then shocked: "This is an afterimage, how can there be such a clear afterimage?"

Clearly felt a palm on his back, and then Wei Xianghu heard an indifferent voice: "Although you were very good at the bells and whistles just now, I won't give you a reward, die!"