Mu Sihong looked at Qi Xingshu, who fell to the ground and was silent, couldn't help glaring at Jiang Yi angrily, and said through gritted teeth:

"Thief, you are so bold, you dare to resist at this time."

Jiang Yi pretended to have a vague breath, his breathing was a little weak, and he sneered:

"It's ridiculous, since you dare to do something with me, you should be ready to die."

Mu Sihong's snow-white long beard trembled for a while, and it took a long time to calm down, regain his composure, and remind the three Shaolin masters beside him in a deep voice:

"This person's knife skills are fierce and ruthless, we can't rush forward, we should still focus on containment."

The three of Xuan Zhi also understood the meaning of his words, not to fight Jiang Yi hard, but to drag Jiang Yi and consume his internal strength, making his injuries worse and his strength weakened. When the time comes, you will naturally find an opportunity to win.

Time is on their side.

"What Master Mu said is extremely true."

The three of Xuan Zhi all bowed slightly, agreeing with Mu Sihong's method.

Then the four of them cautiously surrounded him, wandering around Jiang Yi non-stop, carefully trying to attack from time to time, but they also retreated with one blow, once Jiang Yi was ready to pursue, the other three would take action to restrain him.

For a while, the sword light and sword shadows in the field flashed, and the strength roared horizontally and horizontally, and the two sides went back and forth more than a dozen times.

Jiang Yi's momentum was indeed as expected by several people, getting weaker and weaker, and the abnormal red color on his face became more and more obvious, obviously the injury was getting worse.

Under the increasingly fierce offensive of the four, Jiang Yi blocked left and right, struggling to support, but he seemed more and more reluctant, as if it would not be long before he would be completely defeated.

The four of Xuanzhi are also experienced veterans, and they didn't rush forward, but just patiently tried and attacked. looks like he wants to grind Jiang Yi to death slowly.

Jiang Yi made a hard support on the surface, and kept fighting with the four of them, but his eyes always paid attention to Zhang Qiqiao's movements.

After seeing Zhang Qiqiao quietly withdraw from the dart game, he knew that the time was almost up.

With a flash of sharpness in his eyes, Jiang Yi gritted his teeth and repelled Mu Sihong with a knife, and then he let out a long roar, desperately withstanding the siege of Xuanzhi and the three of them, taking a step forward regardless of it, and slashing down at Mu Sihong angrily.

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The sword momentum of the Liuyun Sword was slashed by Jiang Yi with a single sword, and the crimson sword qi shot out and disappeared into Mu Sihong's eyebrows.

Kill Mu Sihong in an instant.

At the same time, Xuan Feng's Luohan Fist and Xuan Zhi's Sumeru Mountain Palm also hit Jiang Yi's back and shoulders with a bang, making two dull loud bangs.

In order to make outsiders believe that he was injured, Jiang Yi deliberately restrained the faint golden light of the golden bell jar, and his body flew out three feet away diagonally and smashed to the ground.

He used his internal force to force out a mouthful of blood, spurting out of his mouth.

"Poof"

Jiang Yi stood up tremblingly with a knife, as if he was so weak that he could be blown down by a gust of wind.

In fact, he kept muttering in his heart: Zhang Qiqiao should be about to do it, if he doesn't do it, he won't be able to act.

"Two junior brothers, Jiang Yi has been seriously injured, and he doesn't have much power to resist, let's take him down with one go."

Xuan Zhi looked at Jiang Yi's appearance and said in a low voice.

"Okay."

Xuan Feng and the yellow-faced monk naturally had no objections and responded.

Subsequently, the three of them each performed Shaolin stunts and attacked Jiang Yi.

At that moment, a low cry came.

"Do it!"

Whoosh.

More than a dozen cylindrical hidden weapons flew out from the walls on both sides of the dart game, and the speed was very fast, falling towards the crowded place.

Jiang Yi's eyes were extremely sharp, and with just one sweep, he could see that those hidden weapons were clearly earth-shattering thunders, and the leads were still sparkling.

The next moment, the earth-shattering thunder exploded in the crowd.

Boom Boom!

For a moment, blood and severed limbs flew wildly, and screams and wails abounded.

The choking white smoke filled the courtyard, and the scene became a pot of porridge.

"Not good, there is an ambush!"

"Help!"

"Who is so bold?"

Jiang Yi and the others were also thrown several sky-shaking thunderbolts here, and the speed was extremely fast, it should have been thrown by a certain master with a hidden weapon.

Because Xuan Feng was not good at his body, he couldn't dodge, and he was blown up and flew out, and one arm was dripping with blood.

The yellow-faced monk was slashed by Jiang Yi when he stepped back, and blood flowed from his thighs.

Jiang Yi and Xuan Zhi easily avoided the bombardment of the earth-shattering thunder and were not injured.

In the white smoke of gunpowder, Jiang Yi waved his knife casually, shot down the arrows that shot at him one by one, and took out a Ten Perfection Great Tonic Pill in his left hand and put it in his mouth.

After experiencing the previous major battles, his internal strength has been depleted a lot. Without the help of the elixir, I am afraid that he would really not be able to support the next battle.

Just when many people in the martial arts were caught off guard by the sudden earth-shattering thunder, a large number of black dead soldiers appeared on the walls on both sides of the dart game, all of them still holding bows and arrows in their hands.

Because of the smoke in the field, they couldn't aim, but they didn't need to aim, they just shot at the place where there were many people.

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The bowstring rattled and arrows rained down.

Sharp arrows shot out with a sharp whistle, burrowing into the white smoke and piercing into the bodies of martial arts people, bringing up a puff of splashing blood.

There was another scream and wail.

When the smoke slowly dissipated, I saw that the courtyard was full of corpses, and the strong smell of blood was extremely pungent.

"Kill!"

With an order, the group of black warriors pulled out their steel knives, rushed into the courtyard, and slashed at the remaining martial artists.

A few of the Black Dead Men even swallowed the secret medicine that boosted their potential, and became infinitely powerful, fearless of pain, and extremely brave in killing people.

The courtyard of the Zhenwei Dart Bureau instantly turned into a chaotic battlefield.

At the same time as the order sounded, a black figure with a dark gold mask suddenly flashed, appeared in a corner of the courtyard, and struck out at Zhang Tao is palm.

Zhang Tao was frowning, looking at the black dead soldiers who suddenly appeared, facing the sudden palm of the masked man, he forced his internal force to use his internal force, and met it with one palm.

"Boom."

The furious force exploded.

After all, Zhang Tao was injured, and his strength dropped greatly, so he couldn't block this palm.

Burst.

He spurted out a mouthful of blood, took two steps back, and slammed into the wall behind him, cracking it open.

However, he also recognized the identity of the masked man through the fight just now, his face changed drastically, and he exclaimed:

"It's you!"

A magnificent sword qi slashed out like lightning, and Zhang Tao's voice stopped abruptly.

Poof!

Zhang Tao, who was seriously injured, didn't have time to react at all, and was struck by the extremely sharp sword qi, and his head rolled off.

At the same time.

The two figures, one white and one black, flashed suddenly, as fast as arrows, and instantly swept a distance of more than ten paces, and the two long swords stabbed the "seriously injured" Jiang Yi with a terrible scream.

But it was Qin Sirong, who had been in ambush for a long time, and the last of the four demons in the Western Regions: the Bat Demon.

Qin Sirong's sword light was snow-white, like a pool of autumn water, extremely quiet, and killing people silently.

The Bat Demon's body was erratic, with a hazy phantom that was unpredictable, and his sword light was covered with a penetrating dark green color, apparently smeared with terrifying poison.

Jiang Yi looked at the two sword lights that came rushing forward, and a cold edge flashed in his eyes: Zhang Qiqiao's subordinates finally made a move, and he didn't have to act anymore.

The majestic internal force roared and surged in the meridians, and then surged into the black feather knife in his hand.

Rumble!

Just as the two sword lights approached within three feet of Jiang Yi, the crimson sword qi slowly rose like a great sun, emitting a dazzling light and scorching flames.

Feeling the violent, ferocious, and domineering aura in Jiang Yi's sword qi, Qin Sirong and the Bat Demon couldn't help but flash a look of horror in their eyes:

"Not good!"