, Mo Xiuyan turned around and pounced, the sword was in front and behind, but the tip of the sword was pointless, and he went straight between the two, looking at no one, almost no one in his eyes. Although the Nine-Clawed Ghost Hand was talking, his eyes did not let go of the fight on Demon Xiuyan's side. When he saw the sword of Demon Xiuyan shot, he couldn't help but be stunned, although his face was expressionless, but he was frozen. Where was the county willing to let go of this great opportunity, and flew straight towards the nine-clawed ghost hand, and the two followers also followed up, one left and one right to pinch the nine-clawed ghost hand.

Demon Xiuyan was a sword, the blue-faced man was startled, he couldn't retreat, and sat on the ground with his buttocks, and the blue-gray man dodged sideways, and hurriedly swung his sword to hit Demon Xiuyan to block its sharpness. The blue-faced man sat on the ground with his buttocks, and immediately swung the knife back, but this time the knife was intended to protect, and there was no direction, and the real purpose was the sword, Mo Xiuyan only turned his wrist at this time, and swung away the sword that counterattacked, and when the tip of the sword turned, he turned to one side, and the person and the sword were straight at the blue-faced man who was half-sitting on the ground.

The nine-clawed ghost hand was stunned, and the three figures also pounced on him, and before the figure arrived, the silver whip of the county Cheng roared, and it went straight to the eyes of the nine-clawed ghost hand. The nine-clawed ghost hand didn't think about it, he didn't avoid it, he stretched out his arms, and grabbed the silver whip straight, "Tian Wenshan, you are not bright, and you are like a small fight, and you are down." ”

The nine-clawed ghost hand grabbed the silver whip of the county Chengtian Wenshan with one hand, and the other hand stretched out in his arms, and when he stretched it out again, an iron claw was put on his hand, and he grabbed it towards the knife that swung at him, and the 'dang' sounded, sparks shot everywhere, the nine-clawed ghost hand grabbed the whip with one hand, and grabbed the knife with the other, but the footsteps were moving quickly, and the two people who were still in the air were in a hurry, and the two of them didn't expect that the bad old man still had weapons in his arms, and he was a pair of iron claws that were not afraid of swords.

A miserable scream, the blue-faced man here slanted his shoulder in the middle of the demon Xiuyan's sword, he slashed at the demon Xiuyan's knife, when the demon Xiuyan turned around, the back of the demon Xiuyan passed, the green-shirted man on the side returned to the sword, and the figure of the demon Xiuyan fell to the ground, with the sword in the blue-faced man's shoulder, the person moved forward, let the sword that took him back, the person had not yet landed, and he turned around in the air, and he was facing two people.

At this time, the nine-clawed ghost hand was entangled with three people, hand by hand, back to back, and the nine-clawed ghost hand was a pair of sharp iron claws, so that none of the three people could use the advantage of the weapons in their hands. A silver whip of the county Chengtian Wenshan, straightened with both hands, is only used as a silver rod. The two knives are just two pieces of iron, and the sound of dangdang is endless.

The blue-faced man stood up again, "Who are you?"

As soon as the sword of Demon Xiuyan fell, the raging anger in his eyes was still burning, but after so many years of pulling out a sword, the hatred and anger in his heart were extinguished in the blood at the tip of the sword, but the words on his lips became "The one who wants your life!"

When he raised the sword again, it was not Mo Xiuyan who was the first to move, but the blue-faced man, who roared in his mouth, "Cheng Zuojie, I'll take a step first and avenge me." ”

After saying a word, he rushed straight towards Mo Xiuyan, the kind of determination to die, on the knife he held high, a person's whole body was released, intending to let go of Mo Xiuyan's slashing, as long as Mo Xiuyan slashed a sword on his body, he would entangle that sword, at this time, the person named Cheng Zuojie could kill Mo Xiuyan in time.

"To the ear!"

After the roar called Cheng Zuojie came out, he flew up and stepped on Xiang Ear's shoulder, and a short sword pointed directly at the eyebrows of Demon Xiuyan. Mo Xiuyan is facing a sword and a sword at the same time, and there is a person who is bent on death.

Looking at the person called Xiang Ear, the scene by the Jinsha River returned to his eyes, at that time the person called Xiang Ear did not have the strength at this time, followed behind his leader, when he slashed out a sword, and the leader took a sword, he raised the back of his hand to go to the grid, ready to use his elbow to exchange his life, who knows, this Xiang Ear is also like this time, flying up, one foot on the leader's shoulder, a knife to his own side, and his leader is also under a step, two steps back, sideways to give way to his sword, and his own sword, after cutting out, he turned his head, and also slashed his ear。

Could it be that his name is because of this, but in the past ten years, this kind of bravery has not changed, and it is no wonder that this Cheng Zuojie is willing to come to the rescue bravely at this time.

The scene of Jinshahe was still flowing in his eyes, and this sword and sword were slashing at him, and Mo Xiuyan stood there fixedly. The nine-clawed ghost hand really showed the power of his nine-claw at this time, a person stood in the middle of the three people, two hands waved, and the two walls moved around like claws, except for two feet standing on the ground without moving, and one body and two hands, shaped like a shadow of the shadow, could no longer see his shiny oil head.

Mo Xiuyan erected a sword, and successively opened a sword and a sword, but Cheng Zuojie's leg could not dodge, and he was kicked out of Zhangyu, rolled on the spot, and when he turned to face the two of them, the sparks in Mo Xiuyan's eyes disappeared a little. Look at it again, the nine-clawed ghost hand has forced the three of them to retreat, but the county Chengtian Wenshan has been chasing and lingering.

Although Xiang Er was hit with a sword on his shoulder, he was even more brave and fearless, bent on death, headless and brainless knife technique, splitting his head and brain, not covering or blocking, and rushed straight to Mo Xiuyan, and Cheng Zuojie was on the side of the auxiliary knife, so that Mo Xiuyan could not fight with the two head-on for a while, so he had to find one side to attack Cheng Zuojie, hoping to break their attack.

At this time, when the nine-clawed ghost hand faced Tian Wenshan, the county Cheng who came back for the second time, Tian Wenshan shouted in his mouth, "Return my gold." ”

This call, the two entourages knew the eagerness of the county master, and when they heard the county master's call, they dared not to give up their lives. The two knives swooped back for the second time, the advantage of the knife finally had a huge force in the distance, every time the chop was retreated, the speed was also faster, from time to time Tian Wenshan whipped it, this time Tian Wenshan was also a lot more skillful, his silver whip for the nine-clawed ghost hand, the strength of the blow was actually not large, but the two knives were different, go with you, and retreat with you, the two knives were attached to the backs of the two, and the first knife immediately retreated, and the second knife was chopped down, and the knives were all whirlwind knives, and the wind shadow rose. From time to time, Tian Wenshan came with a whip, but this time, Tian Wenshan hoped that the nine-clawed ghost hand would catch his long whip, and he also fought with the nine-clawed ghost hand in close quarters, so that the two knives could have more chances.

The nine-clawed ghost hand was fighting, and he figured out the current situation, he stole other people's gold, where is there no reason not to be in a hurry!

The blue-faced man He Er is desperate, and he has to pull the Demon Xiuyan to make up for it when he dies, and Cheng Zuojie has a sword, a ghost phantom, flickering left and right, floating around, a person is by He Er's side, it is a knife, always facing Mo Xiuyan, and He Er on the front is always hitting the sword of Demon Xiuyan.

This kind of fighting, for Mo Xiuyan, this is not his past way of killing, let alone facing a person who is bent on seeking death, a kind of reversal of dislocation, so that a dream that he can't stop coming back, thirteen swords come out together, everyone goes with a heart of death, can die in the first, which is the thing that should be and must be the first.

The Demon Cultivator sword was carried to the shoulder, to the side of the body, and when he bent down again, the yin in his eyes turned into a sharp mang, like a blue light. He Er slashed with a knife, carried it on his shoulder, slashed at the spine of the sword, lowered his head and rushed, with the force of the knife on his shoulder, rushed through the blade, ran past the handle, and the other shoulder hit He Er. He Er is also not guarding against the fighting style of a barbarian like Demon Xiuyan, and he has no skills in his body, but how did he know that this is the lack of concentration of Demon Xiuyan, and all the responses are just an instinctive reaction, the posture of carrying the sword on the shoulder, is just that the thirteen swords came out together, and when the sword was about to be released, it was this style. This pair of people who are in danger also broke the dilemma between the two of them against him.

He Er was hit by a blow, the pain of the shoulder injury intensified, and under the power of the two phases, a person flew out upside down, He Zuojie came again with a sword, and the sword on Mo Xiuyan's shoulder swung up, just right to hit it, and he got up and flew up is a leg, He Zuojie couldn't give in, so he had to lean to the side of the leg to resist this leg. The response is urgent, but it is also at will. Although the sword was swung away, he opened the mountain with one palm, and twisted his waist to counterattack.

The situation changed in an instant, and Mo Xiuyan didn't expect that this Cheng Zuojie body method would be so light, although the kicked leg was driving his lower body, but the upper body was writhing and rushed towards him,

Hand-to-hand fighting, not the strength of the demon Xiuyan, but also to beware of the timely return to the ear, although the ear is hit by him, it is only because of the injury on the shoulder, can he now show bravery, without two breaths, he will turn around, with the power of Cheng Zuojie's palm, raise the palm of the hand, the body floats backwards, in the backward movement, also turned his face to look at the fight of the nine-clawed ghost hand, only to see the nine-clawed ghost hand in the two wind-like knife techniques, turned into a knife, close block, the two long knives that rotated like wheels, in a breath, afraid of the rise and fall of dozens of knives, and the headache of the nine-clawed ghost hand was the county Cheng, the county at this time a silver whip, both hands hold the middle section, and the remaining two ends are shaped like two silver rods, dancing like the wind, and three people enclose the nine-clawed ghost hand in the middle.

However, seeing that the nine-clawed ghost hand was not at all, a pair of black iron claws were like two iron fans dancing in front of him, allowing the three people to besiege him, "Happy, happy, faster!"

However, after a while, the Nine-Clawed Ghost Hand would shout, as if urging the three of them to speed up. But at this moment, the nine-clawed ghost hand shouted, "Boy, don't run yet!"

Mo Xiuyan didn't know where he was, there must be a police, and when he looked around, he saw four black shadows on the room, each with a bright bow, and he wanted to send it but didn't send it, just because the battle group of the four people of the nine-clawed ghost hand blocked his position, otherwise he would have shot out a long time ago.