The two Dragon Gate warriors cautiously walked into the narrow dark alley, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer to Yan Wuyi.

"There is an order from the top, if you find people from other forces, you will be killed, but whether it is the Cangyun Dark Pond Guard who has infiltrated the Ming Disciple Dao, or the Broken Sea Shen Blade, it is not our enemy, you kid don't be careless and your head was cut off. The martial artist with a higher status solemnly reminded that although the two of them have the realm of earth veins and convergence, they are still not enough to see in front of the strong martial artists who have broken into the Ming Disciple Dao.

"Big brother is right. The slightly younger warrior smiled and nodded, slowly drew the iron knife at his waist, and walked closely in front of him, so as not to suddenly change his mind.

"Oops. ”

Yan Wuyi felt that the figures of the two were already close in front of him, and his heart couldn't help but tighten, thinking that if the two of them came over this way again, they would definitely step on their bodies covered by broken grass mats, which would inevitably attract the attention of the two of them.

"To fight, or not to fight?"

The footsteps were on the side, tempting a touch of cold moonlight, and the appearance of the person could be seen clearly.

"Don't blame Yan for being ruthless, you asked for it!"

didn't have time to think about it, Yan Wuyi clenched the bamboo skewers scattered on the dustpan in his hand, the slightly sharp skewers seemed to be dyed with a wisp of coldness, and with the gentle movement of his arm, it looked a little terrifying.

Now only by desperately exposing the body and preemptively can you escape the pursuit of the two, and this dark road that is so narrow that it leads to only one person may not be full of disadvantages.

"One!"

"Two!"

Yan Wuyi silently read the heavier and heavier steps, and seeing that the young martial artist of the Dragon Gate was about to step on his curled body, he suddenly held the sign and burst out!

With all his residual strength to assassinate, Yan Wuyi's thin figure shook violently, and he quickly lifted the stenching straw mat and rose to the ground, and the bamboo stick in his hand stabbed fiercely towards the young warrior's white neck.

Although there is no spiritual strength to increase holdings, a sign also has the power of a hundred jun.

"Shhh

It was too late, Yan Wuyi suddenly stabbed directly in the neck of the young martial artist, and a stream of blood splashed with it, causing the man to retreat in pain.

"Die!"

Yan Wuyi couldn't let him retreat, he pushed hard with severe pain, and saw that the bamboo stick was completely submerged in the other party's neck, so he gave up and rolled away.

"You ......"

The young warrior clutched his bleeding neck, only to feel that his strength was difficult to support and his breathing was not smooth, so he hurriedly urged his spiritual power to go up, staring at Yan Wuyi who was laughing miserably in front of him in fear.

The boy's stabbing came too quickly, and it seemed that it was only two breaths before he was stabbed with blood.

"Xiao He!"

The sword-wielding warrior who was less than two steps away from him suddenly woke up, and his heart beat more and more violently as he watched the protruding young man stab He Yu in front of him.

Then he condensed his spiritual energy and killed Yan Wuyi is body, and the terrifying sword aura was like a wave, and there was a loud bang in the dark road between this narrow room.

As soon as he stabbed his hand, Yan Wuyi would never hesitate to stay, and he rushed forward after rolling away for two steps, making the sword qi kill all the time.

"Someone!"

When the warrior saw that a sword had missed, he couldn't help but be annoyed, and shouted violently, startling the Longmen warriors who were closely guarding the surroundings and the other forces lurking around.

Then he glanced back at He Yan, only to see the little brother who got along day and night clutching his neck in pain, and collapsed to the ground in his dying.

The bamboo sticks were all in his neck, and it was useless to try to lift his spiritual strength to block his heart.

"Xiao He, my brother will definitely avenge you!"

The sword warrior took his heart sideways, and after some consideration, he decisively abandoned it and chased after Yan Wuyi fiercely.

In the face of future merit and friendship, he has already made a choice.

The powerful explosions in the dark roads and alleys shocked all directions, and many strong people surrounded and killed.

Yan Wuyi panicked and didn't choose the way, and the martial artist who was viciously chasing behind him showed murderous intent, making him more and more flustered.

"After all, I haven't experienced too much of the difference between life and death, and it is inevitable that I will be a little weak when I die. ”

Thinking of this, Yan Wuyi couldn't help but laugh at himself, struggling to escape twenty or thirty zhang away, and there were bursts of weak pain in the meridians of his footsteps again, tearing his steps frantically.

"Boom!"

All the pain and exhaustion seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and when Yan Wuyi escaped from the dark road and came to a spacious street, he was completely crushed.

As a miserable fall sounded, the emaciated body was already slammed to the ground.

"No, the second brother didn't take good care of you......"

Looking at the long snow falling, Yan Wuyi seemed to have given up the idea of escaping, and weakly felt the cold breath seeping into his body.

There was the sound of the sound of the Dao stepping sword in his ears, and the movement of the armor-piercing warriors swarming in the silence of the Mingtu Street once again sounded, disturbing the rare tranquility of the party.

"Look where you're going!" The first to chase after was the sword-wielding warrior of Longmen, only to see a few traces of greed flash in his eyes, he stepped forward with a mocking smile, and pointed a sword at Yan Wuyi's head.

The young man has an excellent grasp of timing and strength, and he can assassinate a martial artist in the realm of the earth's veins with one blow, which naturally has its extraordinary, so the sword warrior does not dare to be arrogant.

"My little brother can't die in vain, I'll use your hands and feet meridians to bury him tonight!"

The rough face of the sword-wielding warrior shook fiercely, and the spirit sword in his hand turned to Yan Wuyi's feet, and stabbed fiercely towards the neck, wanting to break all the meridians of his hands and feet, leaving him with only a mouthful of anger.

But the young man can't die now, and if he is caught, he will definitely be able to make the door pay attention to it, but glory and wealth will follow, and the strong temptation is not something that anyone can bear.

"Bang!"

A blood mist flew sideways, and the vicious sword-wielding warrior in front of him had not fallen, and his wrist was broken by a finely crafted flying knife.

A pair of severed hands fell desolately, only to see the eyes of the sword-wielding warrior show horror, and before he could howl in pain, he was broken by the strange momentum of the flying knife at the wound, and fell straight down.

"No easy!"

The familiar shouts came from far and near, and when the warriors from all directions besieged him, ten majestic young warriors flew out of a tall attic in front of him.

Yan Wuyi looked at it in surprise, and couldn't help but feel very relieved, the eyes that flashed with despair were hidden by faint tears, and for some reason, a strong hope rose from the bottom of his heart.

The ten people who flew down were the disciples of the Cold Light Sword Pavilion!

The one who shouted his name turned out to be a young man dressed in white, Tang Li, who looked anxious, and the fast sword in his hand was like a dragon, and he was even more strange when he waved it lightly.

Next to him is Tianjiao Luo Jingchong, who has long eyebrows and willows, his body is like a jade tree, and his smile is like a bright star.

The warriors who fell immediately after fluttering were four girls with their own wonderful colors and exquisite postures, Ouyang Chengzhi was pretty, the ice and cleanness of Luoying, the exquisite color of jade, and the agility of Le Ruoxi.

There is also the Tianjiao Luo Punishment who practiced the secret art of the Heavenly Machines together, and the thin gauze robe and shirt seemed to be able to reveal the extremely beautiful muscles in his chest, making his excellent figure suddenly appear delicate and slender.

There is also a school bastard who abandons the long wind, a bad smiling face makes people feel more cordial, even the two thick eyebrows are flooded with soft ripples, seeing Yan Wuyi in such a miserable state, he can't help but be surprised, Yu Xuantang with a purple Tongtian pen in his palm also flew over, the fair skin set off the pale pink lips, handsomely highlighting the delicate facial features.

Even the wealthy son Gu Yan followed everyone to save him, and the luxurious golden robe looked more and more cold and handsome under the light of a few rays of miserable white light.

As soon as he fell, Tang Li stepped forward to help Yan Wuyi with concern, and the rest of the Sword Pavilion disciples all had fierce eyes in their eyes, and they were ready to surround him in the middle.

Tang Li sent a soft light into his body, and after a slight probe, his solemn complexion eased slightly.

"Fortunately, it didn't hurt the origin, your kid's physique is really strong and terrifying. ”

Seeing that although Yan Wuyi was seriously injured, the origin of the true life protection in his body was still unharmed, Tang Li couldn't help but be overjoyed, and eagerly took out a crystal clear elixir from his arms and fed it to Yan Wuyi.

"The name of this pill is called Zhangzhen, it is a third-order pill refined by Master Yan Ge himself, it has the effect of calming injuries and rejuvenating qi, and the ability to restore the spirit and stabilize the situation, and quickly refine it to prevent the spread of injuries. ”

"Thank you!"

Yan Wuyi said gratefully to everyone, and then calmly catalyzed the medicinal effect of the palm true pill, and continued to stabilize the shape, and luck flowed quickly.

"Cold Light Sword Pavilion?"

Before he could say a few more words to everyone, the martial artists of the four major forces who had rushed to the Quartet had already surrounded this place, and the breath that rose to the sky made the Ming Disciple Dao more and more depressed.

"Could it be that the Cold Light Sword Pavilion really wants to meddle in this matter?"

The sword with a gloomy face stood proudly in the Flying Pavilion, stepping on the spirit sword, and when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but threaten and speak coldly.

(End of chapter)