The Shura man was very fierce, he didn't dodge or dodge, raised his shield in his hand, blocked the double-edged axe hit by the Menghuan Mountain Tiger, and a heavy sword swept towards the Menghuanshan Tiger with a trace of red light.

It's just that the Shura man didn't expect that his shield didn't block the double-edged axe, and he only heard a "bang" sound, and his whole person was shocked and flew out with the shield, and sat on the ground.

The Menghuan Mountain Tiger was also shocked to the point that his arms were numb, and he took a step back, looked at the Shura man and shouted, "It's not small! As he spoke, he rushed forward, and another axe slashed out.

It's a pity that Menghuan Leopard didn't give Menghuan Mountain Tiger a chance, now it's on the battlefield, and it's about life and death, not a competition. I saw him step in front of the Menghuan Mountain Tiger, lowered his body, and stabbed into it along the edge of the shield of the Shura people with five hooks of flame snake forks in his hand.

The Shura was a leader, and the shield in his hand was not made of wood like a soldier, but made of all-metal. The Shura sat on the ground, and just as he tried to get up, he saw a fork pierce in. He didn't want to think about it, he tilted the shield, and actually blocked the blow, and the whole person hit the blow with the force, and slid backwards for some distance.

"Mountain Tiger, borrow. Meng Huan Leopard roared.

But the flame snake fork in his hand was not slow, but swayed, changed direction, and stabbed at the Shura man sitting on the ground with a flash of fire.

The Shura man screamed, and the shield in his hand shook again, trying to block it. This time, the leopard is not just piercing, but also has a force to pick up, which the Shura people did not expect.

The shield in his hand was raised, revealing his chest, and the Shura man felt that something was wrong, and quickly swung his heavy sword forward, trying to block the impact of his opponent.

But the Menghuan Mountain Tiger had already stepped on the back of the Menghuan Leopard, soared into the air, screamed with joy, and fell heavily with the Split Bear Axe in both hands.

The soldiers of the upright dynasty no longer had a chance to wave their shields to block, in fact, even if they blocked, they couldn't stop it, but they couldn't stop it, only to see the axe fall on the Shura soldiers, and the armor on his chest fell sharply, and then a magic power exploded in his body.

The flesh and blood of the Shura soldiers splashed everywhere, and when the Menghuan Mountain Tiger saw it, he quickly dodged away and said, "Leopard, go!" because he saw that the Menghuan Red Dragon had rushed to the front.

At this time, he heard a scream behind him, and saw a young man's face pale, but his hand was firmly holding a crossbow spear, which was piercing the body of a Shura man.

The young man was Shi Jiarui.

The pierced Shura held a long sword, about the length of a crossbow spear, and seemed to use his last strength to swing the sword towards the boy.

"Jiarui, dodge!" A hand pushed Shi Jiarui out, and a long knife hit the sword that swung it, although the sword was crooked, but because of the skill, the sword qi still crossed the person's shoulder, bringing out a slip of blood. That person was Shi Nanming.

When the mountain tiger saw it, he knew what was happening, and just now there was a person from the upright dynasty who climbed up at that position, ready to attack him, and the young man named Shi Jiarui found out, so he rescued him. But the Shura people were dying and struggling, but they injured Shi Nanming.

Angry and ashamed, the tiger wanted to save a child. He was just about to swing the Bear Splitting Axe and kill the Shura when he saw a shadow flash, and the head of the Shura flew up, and the red dragon appeared in front of them.

"Shi Jiarui, you are a craftsman, shouldn't you go down the city wall?"

"No, we agreed, I am your personal guard, and I should participate in the battle. I was playing the wooden flute by your side just now, and now I should be by your side and fight together. Shi Jiarui replied a little stubbornly.

Meng Huan Chilong didn't speak, that's what they said at the beginning, not to mention that they didn't say anything when they were playing the wooden flute by their side just now, and they really shouldn't say anything now.

It's just that Shi Jiarui stayed to fight, and Shi Nanming, who was his nephew, was naturally not at ease. He glanced at Shi Nanming and found that the long knife was obtained by Shi Jiarui outside the city, and somehow it got into Shi Nanming's hand.

Shi Nanming was very sensitive, and when he saw Meng Huan Chilong looking at the long knife in his hand, he explained: "Just now the leader asked the craftsman to go down to the city, and I wanted to pull the little uncle down to the city, but he didn't listen, so he had to take his weapon, so he still grabbed a crossbow spear and rushed over." ”

Meng Huanshan Tiger said with some gratitude: "Brother, you are both my good brothers, thank you for saving my life!." ”

"He can't be a brother to me, he's my nephew. Shi Jiarui explained, but he shed tears, knelt on the ground, looked at Shi Nanming, and said, "Nanming, are you okay? Don't scare me." ”

Shi Nanming lay on the ground, looked at the wound on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "It's okay, you can be lazy these days, and you don't need to strike iron." By the way, you still call me nephew, it sounds comfortable, and it feels like we are family. ”

When Meng Huan Chilong heard this, he had an indescribable warmth that reminded him of his brother. He is now working hard with the people of the Duanzheng Dynasty to ensure that his clan has such a warm and happy life.

He waved the tiger-winged long knife in his hand and shouted: "Shi Jiarui, if you want to take revenge, wipe away your tears, pick up your weapons and fight, come with me, we will kill together!"

While they were talking, the people from the Feng Camp of the People's Army had already rushed over, and the leader was Lei Suyu, although he was saving people, he had been watching the movements of the leader, and found that there was a situation here, so he quickly rushed over.

When he saw Shi Jiarui among them, he asked, "Shi Jiarui, are you okay?" You must know that he pulled Shi Jiarui to the city tower just now, because Shi Jiarui is from the mountains and forests and can play the wooden flute.

Shi Jiarui didn't speak, just looked at Shi Nanming with tears in his eyes, you must know that although Shi Nanming is his nephew, he is several years older than him, and in these days in Yitian City, Shi Nanming is in charge and has always taken care of him, but he has been bullying this junior. Now that this junior is injured, he realizes that Shi Nanming wants him very much.

Shi Nanming also looked at him and said with a smile: "If you want to, go ahead!" said and handed over the long knife in his hand

Shi Jiarui took the knife, nodded heavily, and said, "Nanming, I won't bully you in the future." You take care of your injuries, and when your injuries are healed, you bully me. ”

"Don't, you're bullying me, I like that feeling, I seem to be used to it. Shi Nanming said with a smile.

"I know, I'm still waiting for you to provide for me!" Shi Jiarui burst into tears when he said this.

Meng Huan Chilong also felt that it was not a taste in his heart, and roared: "Meng Huan Leopard, take Shi Jiarui well, he is also a fire witch, and he can't let him have an accident." And when he had said these words, he rushed forward.

He rushed a few steps, and before he could get close to the upright dynasty soldier in front, he suddenly roared, "White Tiger Strike!"

With a shake of the tiger-winged long knife in his hand, several white rays of light flew out, hitting the retreating soldiers of the upright dynasty, and the sword with golden witch power suddenly collided with the Shura people. The armor of those Shura people exploded, and the whole person fell backwards, and the soldiers who were fighting naturally would not let these Shura people get up again.

A group of five people pounced on it, only to see five people surrounding one, and the weapons in their hands rose and fell, and there were screams from the Shura people.

Xiong Zhongsan laughed and shouted, "Okay, look at me." His movements sped up violently, and he rushed to the front of Meng Winding Red Dragon, and the short knife in his hand stretched forward, and a Shura man with a shield and a long sword was the first to bear it.

That Shura man was in good hands, his shield was blocked, and the long sword in his hand stretched forward, stabbing at Xiong Zhongsan's sword-holding hand. This sword was fast and direct, and a puff of black smoke faintly floated out of the sword light.

Xiong Zhong screamed. "It turned out to be poisonous, and it came well. The short knife in his hand was thrown upwards and held the sword that had stabbed him.

But before his fist could meet it, the Shura man's sword pushed forward, making a piercing sound, and the shield in his other hand shook, and a spike more than a foot long protruded from the middle of the shield towards Xiong Zhongsan, and the spike was also black, and it could be seen at a glance that it was poisonous.

Seeing this, the red dragon who was following behind shouted, "Be careful, it's poisonous." ”

Xiong Zhongsan said with a smile: "Playing poison in front of me and looking for death." ”

As he spoke, one hand grabbed the stinger on the shield, but when he waved his hand, it brought up a black wind, and the black wind hit the Shura man's face.

When the Shura people were blown by the black wind, they were stunned and shivered. At this moment, Xiong Zhongsan's short knife flicked in his hand, and the sword in the Shura man's hand jumped.

In the gap, the dagger stabbed forward suddenly, stabbing the Shurah in the shoulder. It's just that the short knife in Xiong Zhongsan's hand has also turned black.

The Shura man gave up his shield and quickly distanced himself from Xiong Zhongsan, and when he glanced at the wound on his shoulder, he saw that black blood was flowing out. The Shura man was also a ruthless character, gritting his teeth, the long sword in his hand was handed over to his left hand, and a sword cut off his shoulder, and bright red blood spurted out.

It can be seen that this Shura people understand toxicity, as well as their ruthlessness towards themselves. The Shura people snorted in pain and continued to retreat rapidly, as if they wanted to save their lives.

Xiong Zhongsan had no intention of pursuing at all, but instead went to chase and kill other soldiers of the upright dynasty, and he was very confident in the poison on his knife.

Menghuan Chilong was shocked when he saw it, although Wu Gong would also use poison, but he did not approve of the use of poison, so Menghuan cottage people did not have a good impression of poison, and they were not good at using poison, but they did not expect that there were poison masters around them. It's just that the feeling is different now, for him, as long as he can kill the people of the correct dynasty, it is a good move.

"I didn't expect you to use poison, why haven't I heard you say it?"

Xiong Zhongsan tilted his head and glanced at Meng Huan Chilong, and said, "You didn't ask! ”

Meng Huan Chilong shook his head with a smile and said, "I'm a boy from the mountains and forests, what is there to be afraid of? As far as I am concerned, as long as I can kill the people of the correct dynasty, it is a good exercise." I really believe now that when you killed the city guard, you did show mercy to your subordinates, and you wanted to kill him with the intention of killing him just now, and you couldn't escape. ”

When Xiong Zhongsan heard this, he laughed proudly and said, "Chief, if you say this, I will protect you even if I die." ”

Meng Huan Chilong was about to say something, Xiong Zhongsan waved the short knife in his hand and ran forward. Looking at Xiong Zhongsan's back, he believed that this killer must have a killing move that was useless, because these killers would always leave one hand to save their lives.