Before the sound fell, the swordsman had already come out with his sword, and shouted: "Horizontal-sweep-thousand-army!" "At the beginning of the sound, the elven greatsword has arrived.

"Ahh Xiao Yan was shocked, his laughter stopped abruptly, and he hurriedly put the Ugin Ghost Head Scythe back to protect his chest.

Bang - the swordsman slashed with all his might, and the first blow Xiao Yan's body trembled, and the elves behind him trembled back four or five steps simultaneously!

Bang - the second blow, Xiao Yan and the elf behind him trembled back seven or eight steps again!

Bang - the third blow, this blow screamed, Xiao Yan was slashed deep by a sword and died, and the elf behind him was shattered in time.

At the same time, the monk surnamed Jiang and Guo Liang were shocked: "Brother Xiao! ”

Before the sound fell, the urgent move had been made, and when the swordsman attack did not fall-

"Death Curse!"

"Serial Strike!"

The monk surnamed Jiang slammed the sky-shaking hammer into the air, and a black light shot out from the synchronous elf giant hammer, and the instantaneous three needle whips were also like cone light, and the lightning also pierced the back of the swordsman.

"Uh-" With a scream, the swordsman's body suddenly straightened up, and the drawn bow seemed to froze suddenly; Before he had time to turn around and protect himself, he had already merged with the synchronous elves into an eagle-like blood-red giant, roaring into the air, swooping down, and the cold light burst out at the right time, and the wolf tooth knife slashed in a row, each slashing at the waist of the swordsman, and striking three times in a row - although each blow was not as strong as the previous blow, but every blow, the swordsman was a terrible scream, after three blows, the elf behind him was shattered, and a pillar of blood spurted out, staggering a few steps forward, and the golden sword slammed into the ground, barely fixed in front of Xiao Yan's corpse. Behind him, the monk surnamed Jiang and the bright elf also disappeared one after another.

Liang's physical strength and mana were greatly consumed, and he was panting heavily with a wolf tooth knife.

The monk surnamed Jiang walked over slowly, and said with pity: "The kid is really well equipped, and he is still not dead after being hit so hard by the two of us!" It's a pity that Brother Xiao can't see it! As he spoke, he clenched the hammer tightly, and his eyes were full of murderous energy!

Qiu Qian's mind said urgently: "Master! Master! Summon your servants! ”

The swordsman gasped, gasping incessantly, and with every breath, blood flowed out of the corners of his lips, dripping into the snow, so red, so eye-catching, and so ethereal.

"Boy, die!" The monk surnamed Jiang suddenly raised his hammer high, with a fierce face, and was about to smash it into the swordsman's head.

At this moment, a strong wind suddenly rose seven or eight feet behind the monk surnamed Jiang, and the pink snowflakes swirled sharply—a person loomed in the snow vortex, and shouted: "The sky is full of flowers and rain!" The sound fell sharply, the snow danced rapidly, and the spiritual light shot out quickly.

"What?" The monk surnamed Jiang was shocked, and hurriedly collected the hammer to defend himself, but the aura turned into a pillar of pink petals and came through his body; The monk surnamed Jiang was injured when he boarded, and with a muffled scream, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

At the same time, the swordsman and the state of Liang shouted almost in unison:

"Qiu Qian!"

"Stinky girl!"

Where the sound falls—

The swordsman's forehead suddenly flashed with a totem, Qiu Qian and a blue light burst out, and the moment he appeared, his left hand was heavily pulled, and he hit the monk surnamed Jiang in front of the door; The monk surnamed Jiang screamed miserably, his face was covered with flesh and blood, and he fell to the ground and died.

Guo Liang flew vertically, the wolf tooth knife took Linglongzhi directly, Linglongzhi was busy returning to the defense in a double circle, and with a bang, it was shocked and flew more than a foot away, smashed heavily on the ground, and fainted to death with a mouthful of blood.

"Delicate Fairy!" The swordsman was taken aback, drew his golden sword, and rushed towards the situation.

Qiu Qian also flew out to take his life.

Guo Liang had already heard the desperate voice of the monk surnamed Jiang, knew that the general trend had gone, and did not dare to have any more delusions, turned around to look, and fled in a hurry.

The swordsman hurried to Linglongzhi, leaned over and touched Linglongzhi's neck, turned to Qiu Qian suddenly, his eyes widened and he said sharply: "Fellow Daoist, don't leave this scourge!" ”

Qiu Qian seemed to be stunned for a moment, and suddenly responded: "No! The sound fell, one step out, and the situation was rushed away.

The swordsman helped Linglongzhi up and sat cross-legged, and forcibly lost his true qi in order to save his life.

Soon Linglongzhi woke up, and said with a faint smile: "Senior Brother Sword, it's good that you're okay!" ”

The swordsman said with an ugly face: "Why did the fairy come back, he almost lost his life!" ”

Linglongzhi coughed twice and said, "Although Linglong is afraid of death, she is not ungrateful. Senior Brother Jian sacrificed his life and took risks for Linglong, how could Linglong really say that he would just leave, even if he died, he would die with Senior Brother Jian! ”

"Alas!" The swordsman couldn't help but sigh and said: "Thank you for the fairy's kindness, if it weren't for the fairy lurking this time, Jian's life would have ended!" ”

Linglongzhi said: "Senior Brother Jian, don't be sarcastic about the little sister, little sister...... Merely...... It's just that ......" didn't finish speaking, and there were several coughs.

The swordsman hurriedly said: "Fairy don't speak, rest well!" ”

Linglongzhi nodded.

The swordsman continued to lose his true qi, hoping to help Linglong recover some of his bones.

After a cup of tea, Qiu Qian flew back with a head that had been covered in snow: "Master! ”

The swordsman and Linglongzhi's bodies were already covered with a thick layer of falling snow - the swordsman was still infusing Linglongzhi's true anger, and Linglongzhi fell into a coma again.

Qiu Qian shook his head, and the snow shook down, showing the appearance of the bright situation.

The swordsman was taken aback, and said weakly: "Daoist friends are really good, if it weren't for the inconvenience of Daoyou, Daoist friends should have been called to help." Now Jian has a slight internal injury, which is not serious, but the Linglong Fairy has suffered too much internal trauma to save Jian, and the bones are broken, but what should I do? ”

Qiu Qian said: "Don't worry, master, let the servants see if the other two thieves still have healing elixirs." After saying that, he suddenly used force, smashed the head in his hand, and turned around and walked towards the corpses of Xiao Yan and the monk surnamed Jiang.

All the things in the space of the two people's minds have collapsed and scattered on the ground, but there are not many things, and the silver is pitiful, only seventy or eighty thousand taels in total. Qiu Qian took it together, and casually collected all the equipment on the two of them, and used a spell to sacrifice a fire to extinguish the signs of the two. Then he walked up to the swordsman and said: "I want to come here The three thieves are all squanderers, except for a piece of equipment, there are few foreign objects. Although the master has a blood recovery medicine, but it can not treat the internal wounds, the master wants to save the Linglong fairy needs to go to the inn to try his luck, or can meet some monks who know the art of orpiment. It's just that the master's body is ...... at the moment," he said, and he couldn't help but show anxiety.

The swordsman smiled reluctantly and said: "It's okay, although Jian Mou has internal trauma, it is not serious, and more than ten demon cultivators still can't hurt Jian Mou, but Lao Daoyou needs to point out the direction, so as not to miss the fairy's life!" ”

Qiu Qiandao: "When the master said this, the master immediately got up, the servant has appeared for a long time, and the surrounding demon cultivators are also coming!" ”

"That's it!" The swordsman said with a flash of totem on his forehead, recalling Qiu Qian back to the space of thought; Standing up, he first shook off the snow on his body, then dusted off the snow on Linglongzhi's body, lifted Linglongzhi on his back, and said, "Where is the Taoist friend?" ”

Qiu Qian's thoughts said: "The master can just follow the lake!" ”

The swordsman couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Daoist friends must not pit Jian!" He walked forward.

Qiu Qian's thoughts said: "The master is safe! ”

The snow was falling to the ground, and a large group of demon cultivators suddenly appeared behind the swordsman, but they just looked, looked and looked, until the swordsman disappeared into the extreme of the field of vision, and no one chased forward.

(Tomorrow, Tuesday, I'm going to learn to sketch, not more!) ）