Mo Xiuyan moved three feet to the side, let go of a knife, and when he returned his hand, he pounced with a sword. The general turned sideways, twisted his legs on the horse's belly, and swept towards the demon Xiuyan, the demon Xiuyan's body method could only be about the same as the speed of the knife, it was a sword drawn towards the general, and he hurriedly withdrew, turned, turned his wrist, and used the sword to put his sword on the back of the knife that was waved, and twisted his waist, his body flipped, jumped high, and flew to the general's head, and the general of Wuwei Zhendian withdrew with one hand, and pushed it up towards the demon Xiuyan, and the demon Xiuyan also had a flat palm on the previous palm, just a little light, the body fluttered, and turned to the other。

The long knife chased after Mo Xiuyan's body, and as soon as his feet were forced, he jumped slightly, and left the saddle bridge, and as soon as the horse walked forward, the person fell to the ground, and a long knife chasing Mo Xiuyan happened to turn most of the circle at this time.

A signal flare rose at the corner of the street, a green flame, as soon as Mo Xiuyan heard the roar, he knew that Qingzhu had a signal, and he had escaped from the encirclement safely, but he could hear the fight on the left, but it was still continuing, and it was clearly the direction where Qingzhu was. Mo Xiuyan couldn't help but be puzzled, but at this time, he couldn't be distracted, the knife edge as long as the door panel was always chasing his figure. Returning to the general's iron armor, there was a strange metal impact sound all the time, making him always think about what hidden weapon he always had?

As soon as General Wuwei Zhendian left the saddle, his body was much lighter, his hands alternated, like a big flag dancing, and Mo Xiuyan was a swimming fish chasing in front of his flagpole. The head was lowered, the waist was bent, the long knife, a knife circle was not drawn, the demon cultivator jumped five or six feet, let go of a knife, the knife swirled obliquely, from top to bottom, and it was an oblique split. Lean back, let go of one knife, and the next knife will come.

A strange scream of pain surging like a noisy tide came, and Yi Jinglan on the house finally ran to the roof of the demon cultivator's house, and with a wave of the copper pipe, a puff of cow hair flying needles of 'Meteor Cold Rain' shot out of the copper pipe. As soon as Yi Jinglan made a move, Mo Xiuyan felt at ease, although there were hundreds of soldiers here, but in the face of Yi Jinglan's meteor cold rain, they were nothing, the flying needle as thin as a cow's hair, if it weren't for being too small and too small, and they couldn't feed too much green spirit poison, then everyone who was shot would definitely die, but the kind of huge pain and hemp, when they were shot, it was not something that ordinary people could stand on.

Mo Xiuyan listened to those familiar screams, and immediately remembered the red candle, if the red candle was also in at this time, her 'red face promise' would be displayed again, I really don't know what kind of miserable situation would be in front of this palace? The last time was to think about my family again, Mo Yan, sick brother, Yang Chunhua·····

The internal force operated, a body fluttered lightly between the blades, the sound of whirring knives, the sound of a few long streets, a pair of eyes of Mo Xiuyan looked at Yi Jinglan, a pair of wrists flipped, a copper pipe waved towards a place where many people were placed, a few cold flashes, and then all kinds of strange screams and shouts were loud, like a tiger entering the flock, the helpless cry of the lambs, more like the sorrow of a hungry pack of wolves jumping off a cliff in despair. The distance in the middle of a street, for Yi Jinglan, is like a step, in the middle of the street, in the middle of the street, two prongs out, two blue cold light, that is when the demon Xiuyan predicted that those cow hair poisonous needles were about to fly out of the mouth of the copper pipe, he paid attention attentively, and he could only see the cold light, if he didn't check carefully, where could he know what flew out of the copper pipe?

Compared with the red candle, her 'red face' only spread out like a light mist between the dancing of her sleeves, if she was at this time, she would not be able to see anything, let alone how to die.

Stepping on the blade of the knife, Mo Xiuyan was more than a sigh of relief, and at this time, he saw Qingzhu alone, occupying a street entrance, facing countless spears and sharp broadswords, a row of arrows shot at him, his head was off, his shoulders were slanted forward, and he let those flying arrows be on his body, and with a sword in his hand, he cut a few arrow feathers towards his legs, and then took a step closer, entangled with those spears and broadswords, so as not to shoot those arrows at him again.

Once again, he crossed the head of the general of the Wuwei Zhendian and returned a sword, but it was a pity that this short sword with a length of more than one foot was always a few points behind, if his three-foot-three-inch long sword was in his hand, he didn't know how many times this general had been slashed by him.

Yi Jinglan rose and fell, on a street directly to the east, in addition to dozens of shield bearers, who were also struggling to defend the rear of the general, the rest of the nearly 100 people, all lying on the ground, screaming and screaming in pain, tearing clothes and grabbing bodies, I can't wait to tear off that piece of flesh at once, and those who have been hit by a few more stitches may be better, and they faint to death directly, just waiting to wake up and scream in pain and numbness.

"Stone" Yi Jinglan reminded.

The stone has to let it or kick it away, or it can go around it.

Stone, the metaphor at this time is to keep Mo Xiuyan away from the general, she is going to attack him.

Mo Xiuyan dared to hesitate, his luck was on his feet, and he moved out of Zhangyu on the ground, and Yi Jinglan's cow hair flying needles didn't know friends. As soon as the general saw that Mo Xiuyan retreated sharply, he already knew that this must be the woman on the roof who was going to start, and when he started with Mo Xiuyan, he had already seen the benefits and disadvantages of the weapons in this woman's hand, and he didn't know where the soldiers under him were, they were all brave soldiers, if they hadn't been hit by some kind of poison, where would they have rolled around.

As soon as his head was lowered, he hurriedly slashed towards the demon cultivator, Yi Jinglan's meteor cold rain also hit him like a mist, ding ding, a slight sound of needles snapping down, a little weak blue light flashed on the general's armor, and the sword of the demon cultivator missed, and the momentum was swept away, and the demon cultivator took advantage of this sweep this time The strength was insufficient, the short sword touched the edge of the knife, and slapped the blade with a palm, raised his feet and started, and flew close to the predecessor of the general of Wuwei Zhendian, as soon as he raised his hand, the short sword went straight to the general's chest.

General Wuwei Zhendian couldn't return the sword, so he had to throw away the knife with both hands, raise his hands in front of his chest, and want to use his hands to clamp the short sword of Demon Xiuyan. Yi Jinglan on the roof, seeing that he must be able to hurt the general, did not receive any effect, it is expected that the general must be a treasure armor, even so, or to help the demon Xiuyan hit the flame long knife in his hand, he is now a short sword to the demon Xiuyan with the palm of his hand, and it is only a matter of time before he loses, but look at Qingzhu again, one person is facing dozens of people, although she has not seen Qingzhu has already been hit by a few arrows, it can be seen from Qingzhu's sluggish body, he must have been injured on his body, but I don't know where the injury is?

The body moved and moved, flying to the roof next to the green bamboo, the two pipes were in unison, just two waves, and the people in the same place were rolling and screaming in pain, and the soldiers next to them, seeing this masked woman, had already seen a ghost, all of them fled away, facing the two copper pipes in her hands, no one had the heart to fight again.

The soldiers on the two streets were almost all knocked to the ground by Yi Jinglan, she was about to fly down the street, and the demon cultivator knocked the general to the ground, as long as she could get close to him, his maskless face could still escape her meteor cold shower?

As soon as Yi Qinglan raised her foot, she saw that Lichao was chased by two old men and ran away in a hurry, and her footsteps on the roof tiles were a little messy.

In addition to the fire, the palace was still burning in the sky, and the sound of fighting was long gone, "Set fire to steal, where to go!"

The two old men chasing behind the chaos, the kind of fury does not need to be described, twisted crooked faces, red as firelight, two figures, as anxious as the wind, chasing behind the chaos, if it were not for the chaos of the body method of light, he would have been caught by the two of them, from time to time is to shoot a palm, from the chaos backhand block, the body was beaten up and floated, and then when it fell, always dare not fall on the tile with his feet, first and hand a little roof tile, the body changed direction, and then stepped on the tile, a force, it floated out of the zhangyu, but at this time, it is often the next blow must come, from the chaos is a luck enemy, and then escape, a person, like a ball in the air, a hit and a fall, kept running in the direction of Qingzhu, but what he didn't expect was that Qingzhu just sent out the letter bomb to reassure Mo Xiuyan turned out to be a trap at this time. Fortunately, he didn't think that Yi Jinglan was also here at this time, otherwise, the two people chasing after him might let the three of Mo Xiuyan be surrounded and killed together.

Yi Jinglan saw that the situation was more critical than that of Mo Xiuyan, and flew across a street, but in this movement, she called out "Grasshopper." ”

This crisp female voice, in the strange screams and screams of this group of men, is as small as a soft voice, with infinite penetrating power. Qingzhu didn't know what Yi Jinglan meant, so he asked him to go to the room too, but in this hurry, he just used a code word, but what he didn't know was that the chaos over there was running in the direction of the two of them.

Mo Xiuyan slashed with a sword here, and General Wuwei Zhendian put his hands together, but he still underestimated Mo Xiuyan's ability, if it weren't for Mo Xiuyan's lack of killing intent, he was in a trance all the time, he didn't know how many swords he had hit earlier, he thought that his ability was too strong, and he could capture Mo Xiuyan in one fell swoop. Demon Xiuyan is a mediocre sword, that is just the usual practice under the sword forging cliff, but he has been practicing hard for the past sixteen years, and he doesn't know how powerful this sword can be, for the thirteen swords of the Sword Pavilion of Xiuyue Villa, this straight sword is the whole of their lives, every mission, that is, with this swordsman, if there is a second sword, it will almost be considered a miss.