After a short period of pranayama, Lan Feiying and Yu Feilong recovered part of the Xuanli physical energy in their bodies, and saw that Yun Wuya was surrounded and killed by three strong men, and the danger was frequent, and the situation was worrying. They all drew their blades, intending to step forward to help them, as long as they could entangle one of them, they might be able to ease the crisis a little. It's a pity that with the strength of the two of them, they can't even get within ten meters, and this level of battle is not something they can care about at all.

However, the two of them are guarding the periphery, looking for an opportunity to sneak attack or something, but it is also a potential danger, which makes people not have to be distracted a little, and there is also an invisible deterrent.

Another strong man locked by Luo Jinghong was a middle-aged man in brocade, and at the same time as his body rushed towards the other party, the middle-aged man in brocade seemed to be surprised, and at the same time took a step forward towards Luo Jinghong. Every step the opponent took looked very light, soft, full of elasticity and rhythm, which made people feel very uncomfortable, and then they realized that the battle had started quietly.

If the reaction is a little slower, I am afraid that before I make a move, my heart has been crushed by the other party. Shocked, the true yuan power of the whole body surged out instantly, and the naked eye could see a white air flow sweeping towards the middle-aged man in brocade like mercury. Wave after wave of water ripples, seemingly gentle and affectionate, but in fact more terrifying than the stormy waves, each ripple of water ripples is made of powerful true element power. Those who touch it will die, and those who touch it will die.

The middle-aged man in brocade stopped walking, the corners of his mouth flicked upward, and suddenly there was an extra sword in his hand, and his right hand lightly touched the hilt of the sword, and there was a soft sound, and a brilliant sword light flew down in response to the sound.

With an explosion, the ripples of water ripples were cut alive by a sword, and they collapsed in all directions. The middle-aged sword in brocade clothes was unsheathed, chopped, and sheathed, all in one go.

Luo Jinghong seemed to be shocked by the return of his own energy, his body couldn't help but take a step back, the long sword in his hand was pulled out, and a dazzling purple arc of light was drawn in the void of the earth-shattering sword, breaking through the space in front of him, and slashing at the middle-aged man in brocade like thunder and lightning. The sharp and uncast sword is close to three feet, turning abruptly, turning into cutting, cutting horizontally, cutting at the waist horizontally, one sword and two styles, like flowing water, antelope hanging horns, no trace to be found, people can't guard against it.

The sudden change occurred, the pupils of the middle-aged man in brocade contracted, and his sword drawing technique had not yet been cultivated to the realm of perfection, and there was still some distance from the arrival of the sword. In a hurry, there was only a swift block with a sword and a sheath.

With a bang, the sparks splashed, narrowly blocking the opponent's killer sword, and the body was shocked at the same time and staggered back. Before he could stabilize his footing, a purple electric sword light swept in, and the sword aura was awe-inspiring, and his skin was painful.

At the last moment, the long sword of the middle-aged man in brocade was finally unsheathed, and a sword shadow was raised in an instant, the two swords collided, and dozens of piercing sonorous sounds came from between the electric light and flint, and countless sparks splashed all over the sky, and the brilliant fireworks bloomed.

A momentary confrontation between the two sides stumbled, and the two returned to square one. There is no sadness or joy in the eyes of the middle-aged man in brocade, calm as water. It can be seen that this person's mind is very firm, and it is clear that after thousands of tempers, the momentum on his body has changed, like a mountain and a solid rock, calm and heavy, implying a sky-shaking domineering spirit. The sword in his hand seemed to have a reddish luster wrapped around it.

The two stood opposite each other, one was as immobile as a mountain, domineering around, and the other was light and vigorous, elegant and free.

Sonorous!

The two sides slashed out a sword in the air almost at the same time, a heavy sword, swept and suppressed like a landslide, and a light sword, like a meteor, broke through the sky and penetrated the mountains.

Two different temperaments, momentum, and completely different sword qi collided instantly. Luo Jinghong's sword blade was retracted at one point, and he took advantage of a whirlwind, subtly appeared on the opponent's side, and a sword was sharpened. The sword is like a flying star and a moon, and a touch of purple electric sword qi penetrates the tip of the sword, swallowing uncertainly.

Heavy does not mean clumsy, the body of the middle-aged man in brocade suddenly turned, and the big sword in his hand swept with a strong wind, and the piercing sonorous explosion suddenly broke the opponent's rushing sword.

Luo Jinghong took advantage of this power to take advantage of the momentum and take a sharp turn, his body jumped into the air, and the sword drew an arc of light, flying and cutting the left arm of the middle-aged man in brocade.

Yes!

With a sad cry, the blood of the middle-aged man in brocade clothes flew on his left arm, and the big sword in his right hand slashed out angrily, like a mountain splitting the ground, one sword, two swords, and three swords The sword qi roared horizontally, slashing dozens of swords in one go, the momentum was awe-inspiring, the heroic spirit was surging, the figure suddenly jumped in the air, holding the sword with both hands, instantly locked the opponent's flickering figure, and slashed down in the air.

Luo Jinghong's long sword trembled slightly, and a subtle purple arc of light seemed to shine out from the depths of the sky, from small to large, and then to the radiant, and it was extremely bright and slashed out.

The two earth-shattering sword rays changed dozens of times in the void, the thrilling battle of sword qi, sword momentum and sword intent, and the continuous impact made a piercing and sonorous sound. Both sides are in danger, and the slightest negligence will inevitably lead to blood on the spot.

The sword blade of the middle-aged man in brocade clothes suddenly penetrated the opponent's sword net, flying through Luo Jinghong's eyebrows, castrated like electricity, unstoppable.

The two sides were originally of similar strength, but if they fought steadily with each other, even if they fought for a day and a night, they might not be able to easily distinguish a winner or loser, and at most it would be a draw. How can the middle-aged man in brocade fight for a long time without success, eager to win, and want to fight quickly and defeat the enemy. If a blow fails, it will definitely be full of flaws, and once the opponent counterattacks, it will be hit hard.

The two sides have staggered dozens of times, and the middle-aged man in brocade seems to have seized a good opportunity, how can he give up easily, a sword swings open the opponent's purple electric sword net, and directly attacks the opponent's eyebrows, and when it is approaching, Xuanyuan force is infused into the tip of the sword, and it penetrates the opponent's head in an instant.

"Not good!" the sword body felt without strength, it was an illusion.

In addition to being shocked, a vague sword shadow was faintly glimpsed in the corner of his eye, and he rushed from the side, his body hurriedly moved from the side, and the opponent's sword shadow instantly enlarged, winding and chasing like a shadow.

The middle-aged man in brocade continued to perform his mysterious body technique, changing his position dozens of times in a row, but he still couldn't get rid of the other party's soul-seducing sword shadow.

For a while, the middle-aged brocade man lost the opportunity, was restrained everywhere, and was in danger, and swung a sword with all his strength in dodging, trying to relieve the crisis.

Boom!

The two swords collided instantly, the middle-aged man in brocade was slashed angrily before, the rear force was difficult to continue, and the body was slightly sluggish, but he felt that the palm of his hand was shaking, and the long sword suddenly flew out of his hand, and he was about to dodge and retreat sharply, the other party's sword was already horizontal in front of his chest, and the sword of Sen Han flickered, and the sharp purple electric sword qi that was uncertain was terrifying.

In fact, each other's cultivation strength is not far apart, and they can't fight for a long time, the eagerness and anxiety in Luo Jinghong's heart are even better than the other party, and he must also fight quickly, so as to free up his hands as soon as possible to rush to help Yun Wuya, and if he is slow for a minute or a second, Yun Wuya may encounter danger. The only way to risk oneself is to deliberately expose a flaw that seems to be a good opportunity to lure the enemy into a dangerous attack.

At this time, the long sword was horizontal in front of the opponent's chest, and his wrist did not hesitate to turn and sharpen, moving up a few points, drawing a purple light, which swept through the neck of the middle-aged man in brocade, and a puff of blood light splashed everywhere.

At the same time, Ouyang Mingyue also happened to kick the body of the half-old into the void, and the two of them rushed towards the direction of Yun Wuya almost at the same time.

Seeing this, Lan Feiying and Yu Feilong, who had been wandering on the side, exhaled heavily at the same time the turbid breath that had been held for a long time.

In this exhale, the three-to-one situation instantly became a one-to-one situation.

Yun Wuya stopped his flickering and wandering figure at this moment, his eyes shone with a cold essence, and Sen Han's sword intent erupted, rushing into the sky, rolling the wind and clouds.

Is this still the kid who was chased and killed in danger just now, full of gophers? Confronting Yun Wuya was the strong man with a gun, his body was thin, his breath was cold, his eyes were slightly squinted, and his cold gaze shot out of the gap, and in an instant of slight startle, his figure flashed, turning into a blurred dotted line and rushing towards Yun Wuya.

The body of the thin and strong man was like a poisonous snake that broke out in an instant, bursting out from the mountains and forests, and in an instant, the spear in his hand trembled, and the big snake with the thickness of an arm rushed from the tip of the spear, and pounced on Yun Wuyan from various directions and angles at a very fast speed, and everywhere he passed, the air was like a layer of ripples. Because the speed is extremely fast, the phenomenon of air squeezing each other is superimposed.

A hundred snakes out of the hole! The thin and strong man sneered coldly, and before the laughter could land, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure speeding behind him; "How is this possible? Can I quietly break away under the combined attack of my Xuanli Hundred Snakes?" Suddenly, I wanted to think about it, but my body reacted at the same time, and the body of the spear swirled, drawing an arc, and swept backwards;

Yun Wuya didn't dodge or dodge, the long sword in his hand choked out of the sheath, his body spun rapidly on the spot, and a flash of cold lightning followed him like a shadow, and the bright aura shattered and collapsed, turning into invisible.

The thin and strong man took advantage of this blow to turn around, and happened to see his "Hundred Snake Aura" being crushed by the opponent's sword, and his cold pupils showed a surprise that could not be concealed.

Then, I saw the other party handing out a sword in a fluttering manner, and in his eyes, at this moment, it was as if he hadn't seen anything, only subtle air ripples were vibrating. Experience told him that the opponent's attack was so fast that it was difficult to tell where the sword was with the naked eye?