Chapter Ninety-One: Death by Carelessness

Nan Tang was a little surprised, what kind of arm strength can split the sharp arrow flying towards him at high speed in half?

And his calm and calm expression is indeed admirable, and there is always a style of holding the country in applause.

Nan Tangerine longitudinal horse wielded the sword and swung each other, killing a bloody road, and the fierce momentum was not lost to Tan Qi.

Tan Qi watched Nan Tang coming straight towards him, decisively abandoned the sword in his hand, and directly met him.

A man stabbed him with a longbow, and he reached out and grabbed it, and spun it outward, and the man could not balance himself, and his hand fell off his horse, and was immediately trampled by the horse's hooves, and in an instant blood splattered three feet.

Tan Qi was stunned, and continued to gallop towards Nan Tang single-handedly, bowing his back early.

Everyone was forced to be unable to enter by his terrifying killing intent, and subconsciously gave way to a bloody path.

Nan Tang was not afraid, and stubbornly caught the longbow stabbed at him with the body of the cold sword.

She was unexpectedly lucky, and the bow was bent out of the arc.

Nan Tang knew that a woman's strength could not match that of a man, so he quickly retracted his sword, and there was a hissing sound of iron grinding in the air, and a few traces of fire splashed out.

The bow was difficult to retract, as if it was about to catch people's eyes, Nan Tang cut the horse's back with his sword, and the horse quickly flew away from the bow's damage range in pain.

Tan Qi drove the horse around, he always felt that this woman had a sense of familiarity, especially when she passed by herself, the indifference revealed in the corners of her eyes always felt familiar.

Nan Tang saw that Tan Qi was a little distracted, and knew that he must have realized something.

She was not so polite, did not give him any respite, and greeted him again.

Tan Qi did not attack with an attack, but blindly dodged.

Nan Tang was a little bored, how could he fake his death if he didn't attack himself?

Throwing Shui Han down, he said, "It's only fair that we throw away all our weapons." ”

Tan Qi picked her lips and smiled, which was really interesting.

After fighting bare-handed for several rounds in two days, but the results were deadlocked, and Nan Tang gradually felt a little struggling.

Tan Qi saw a gap, one palm turned upwards to Nan Tang's attack, and the other palm spared no effort to hit Nan Tang's chest.

Nan Cheng felt a dull pain in her chest, she actually estimated that Tan Qi was hurting herself.

After dragging on for so long, Beihuai should have left far enough.

It's time to get out of the way.

She fell straight from her horse, rolled on the ground a few times, and took the opportunity to swallow a fake death pill that she had prepared.

She and Tanash stood on the edge of the fight, so she didn't hear the horses approaching in a vague way.

Tan Qi was stunned when he hit that palm, it was so soft and to the touch that it was clearly a woman, he was so cruel to a woman?

The scene from the past overlapped with some of the scattered fragments that had just fought her.

It turned out that she was the woman in the inn, no wonder she couldn't find it.

It's really lucky, but she's not the dusty woman he originally thought.

But now it hurts her.

Tan Qi was about to ride the horse to approach her, but she didn't expect a silver hard whip and Luan Hongyi's red eyes to suddenly appear in front of her.

Luan Hongyi watched Tan Qi hit Nan Tang with his own eyes, and he was sad and indignant in his heart, he actually saw that he still had to lean on the past if he didn't give up on him, if he didn't let out this evil breath for Nan Tang, would he still be brave and loyal Luan Hongyi?

So he beckoned people to wave the hard whip to death, and the hard whip weighing dozens of catties was like a silver snake dancing in his hands.

Tan Qi doesn't take him seriously, it's just an emotional animal with empty brute force.

In the end, it must be his own subordinates who are defeated.