Huang Qing raised his hand and handed over the sword, a famous sword scavenged from Jianzhou, to Zhang Taozhi, and said lightly: "You are not allowed to be injured!"

"No!"

Zhang Taozhi lifted his sword and left, and with an understatement of the sword, it made the blue-armored warrior who had just looked invincible take three steps back.

"Roar!" the blue-armored warrior let out a low roar.

A sword is upright, it is more than 30 sword moves, and the moves are very exquisite.

Looking at the vertical and horizontal trenches outlined by this Dao sword qi on this official road, Huang Qing couldn't help but sweat for the girl.

If you face this blue-armored warrior by yourself, I am afraid that you will be dismantled on the spot.

But Zhang Taozhi's face was calm, with one hand and one sword, not in a hurry, stabbing, picking, teasing, and sweeping, just like Huang Qing practicing knives, the four basic skills dismantled the more than 30 sword moves cleanly, as if he was demonstrating to Huang Qing.

"Great... Awesome!" Huang Qing was dumbfounded, seeing that the blue-armored warrior suddenly burst out with a sword and brought out a large circle, the tip of the sword was three feet violent, and Zhang Taozhi also lifted his sword and left, his expression was cold.

Just as Huang Qing was looking at the horizontal and vertical sword moves of the two without squinting, he suddenly heard a pleasant bell ring behind him.

The ringtone seemed familiar, and Huang Qing suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and turned back suddenly.

I saw that the little grandmaster named Hongyan was holding the bell, closing his eyes and laughing.

Tick... Tick...

Strings of blood dripped to the ground, splashing a few wisps of dust.

Huang Qing looked at the palm knife that pierced Wang Wei's chest, his face was pale, and he instinctively wanted to reach out and touch the knife, but found that he had never brought a knife.

"Are you still careless?" a wry smile appeared at the corner of Huang Qing's mouth.

can hide from the girl's eyes, this little grandmaster named Hongyan is probably more than a second grade, and Wang Wei... Huang Qing couldn't help but clench his fists and looked at the red corpse.

Although the red corpse closed his eyes, he opened his eyes as if he had sensed it.

A pair of autumn eyes, full of mockery.

Huang Qing's heart was shocked, and he felt like a boulder had been pressed in his heart, and he couldn't breathe.

"Your Highness!" A faint voice reached Huang Qing's ears, Huang Qing suddenly raised his head, only to see a light smile on the corner of Wang Wei's mouth, his right hand clasped the palm knife that penetrated his chest like an eagle's claw, and his left hand untied the treasure knife on his waist and threw it over.

"Whales... Swallow..."Wang Wei closed his eyes and smiled, the red man standing behind him frowned slightly, and wanted to withdraw the palm knife but was detained by the eagle's claws.

Huang Qing opened his mouth, and finally gritted his teeth and squeezed out two words: "Whale Swallow!"

A knife was lifted upside down, and he was angry.

The qi rose and rose again and again until the whale was completely unsheathed.

A smooth road was full of devastation, and Wang Wei smiled even more.

After practicing the knife for more than 20 years, although he can't enter the dragon gate, now he seems to have seen the dragon gate, and he saw the red carp that will eventually cross the dragon gate and rise up.

There was a loud bang, and Huang Qing's splendid robe swayed roundly.

The Assassin vomited blood, the bell tinkling in his hand.

Huang Qing took a deep breath and looked at Wang Wei, who had lost his breath on the ground, and was sad.

He picked up his sword and went straight to Jin Chen, who was fighting the armored samurai with one arm and one gun.

With a knife to block the bar, the Glaive Knife was bounced back, Huang Qing glanced at the cracked tiger's mouth, and said slowly to Jin Chen: "I'm sorry..."

Jin Chen glanced back at Wang Wei who had fallen to the ground, and felt a little sad about the death of a rabbit and a fox, but could he blame this mean prince? If it weren't for his greed and wanting to earn a future for the Golden Gun Gate, he wouldn't have to come to be a guard, but since he was a guard, he had to have the mentality of protecting the master! Even if this person still regarded himself as an outcast before.

Jin Chen spat out a mouthful of blood, and took a big breath before saying: "I asked for it, Wang Wei is gone and my old Jin, as long as I am here, His Highness will not die!"

A whale swallowed in his hand, Huang Qing repeatedly resisted the glaive knife, and was shocked to the point that the qi and blood in his body were churning, but at this moment he was laughing, he smiled: "Thank you!"

Jin Chen once again stabbed with a spear and attacked the armored warrior with Huang Qing on the left and right, but no matter whether it was a knife or a spear, or even with a gangqi, he could not pierce his armor.

The fine sweat mist condensed into beads of sweat across Huang Qing's sideburns, and Huang Qing said in a deep voice: "Although this guy has heavy strength and thick skin, swinging his knife and opening and closing, his actions are relatively slow..."

Jin Chen also knew what His Royal Highness the Prince was thinking, so he simply didn't make a sound, although he was missing an arm, but the golden gun was not necessarily much slower, and he stabbed out a few shots in a row, making a pleasant sound on the armor. The tip of the gun varies from point to point, as if trying to find a weak point.

Just when the two were fighting, the young Taoist priest who was hiding in the grass picked up his teeth, and the woman was still hiding nearby, and he didn't dare to speak out if he wanted to, for fear that his words would attract the killer. Seeing that Zhang Taozhi's side did not immediately solve the blue-armored warrior, he had the upper hand, but he was a little distracted because of the sudden situation in Huang Qing's place, and the sword qi of the white clothes was torn open, and the red blood stained a piece of white clothes, which really made people pinch a cold sweat.

"I don't go to hell, who goes to hell, it doesn't matter if you release or the Tao!" The Taoist priest stepped out of the grass, and ran towards Huang Qing like a rabbit, originally he planned to go to Zhang Taozhi's side, after all, this Nizi was the strongest, and she would be stable when she freed her hand, but when she saw the scene of the sword qi flying there, the Taoist priest suddenly wilted, and had to go towards Huang Qing.

But when he was halfway through, he was stopped by the woman in purple.

The Taoist priest laughed dryly twice and said, "What's that, Red Death Girl, right? You're still bleeding here, so don't fight and kill." ”

Hongyan stretched out a finger to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, used his palm as a knife, and then slashed it.

Seeing this, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and he simply gave up resistance and shouted, "My life is over!"

At this critical moment, a woman dressed in white stopped in front of the woman in purple, and the three-foot Qingfeng was cold. The woman glanced at the blue-armored samurai, only to see the samurai's head separated and fell to the ground.

"Hurry up and go to Childe's side!" Zhang Taozhi urged.

When the Taoist priest heard this, he nodded again and again like a chicken pecking rice, and ran wildly again.

Zhang Taozhi's expression was cold, and he said coldly: "Who are you?"

The corners of the woman's mouth curled slightly, and she said lightly, "You're done!"

When the words fell, I saw that the grass in a radius of hundreds of feet had been cut off by the roots.

I saw one person, and the grass was gone, and I could see it at a glance.

A person with a long sword in his hand, a green shirt swaying, and in just three steps, he came to Zhang Taozhi.

"I didn't expect to see the princess here, but I'm blessed. The man smiled wickedly.

Zhang Taozhi is like a great enemy, and his beautiful eyes are full of killing intent.

"Eighth in the world, Shen Shihun of the Northern Dynasty. ”