The guards had no time to rest or grieve, for the killers would not give them free time. Another shout, the killers who had been dodging far away before rushed again, and those of their companions who had just died in pieces seemed to have no effect on them.

The cold sword light reflected a calm, cold, even numb face.

Compared to these fierce killers, the already small number of guards were badly damaged in the attack just now, and few people were able to stand up, and they formed a small circle under the leadership of the leader of the guards, doing their best to fulfill their last duties.

Their backs were still straight, their hands holding swords and shields were still steady, and their bloodstained faces were equally expressionless. Unlike the insensitivity of the killers' disregard for life, this is the resoluteness of the final battle, even if the result of this battle is death and defeat.

They can accept defeat, but that will be the time when the last drop of blood is shed, the last heat of life is burned.

The guards clashed with the swords of the killers, making it much more difficult for them to defend, not only defending the area in front of them, but also defending against swords coming from insidious angles from all directions. The swordsmanship of killing the enemy that has been honed after a hundred battles can only be used to resist the enemy's attack now, and it looks like chopping wood with a sword, although it does not lose its sharpness, it is less invincible and murderous.

In the face of the siege of the killers, the guards had to defend hard, and in the gaps in the tight armor, blood gradually oozed out. As the saying goes, "two fists are hard to beat four hands", in the face of the enemy's constant attacks, although these tenacious warriors still did not hum and their movements were still precise and neat, the gradually pale faces and heavy wheezing still revealed that they were seriously injured.

Naturally, the leader of the guards knew this, and if this situation continued, they would be greeted only by destruction. A flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and he shouted and slammed his shield forward, sending the two enemies in front of him flying out at once.

However, he could no longer take care of his whole body with such a big move, he was covered in flaws, and with a few "brushes" sounds, he was hit by several swords in a row, and although he was protected by armor, he was still extremely injured! The leader shouted, and a trace of flush flashed on his already pale face, and then his body suddenly grew taller and stronger, and it seemed that the whole person was taller, it was not the application of the elements, but just the bulging of muscles.

The thick muscles rattled the entire armor, and this steely muscle was the second armor of the leader of Baird, and the killers tried to draw the sword that had pierced into his body, but they found that they couldn't pull it out, as if they were caught in a solid piece of iron.

Baird roared again, and threw his shield at one of the killers, the force of which smashed the killer's head into a dent that made him unable to survive. He abandoned his shield and took the sword! The sharp long sword was like dragonfly water, and the left and right bows accurately stabbed the throats of the two killers, the long sword was bright and smooth when it came out, and when it retreated, it brought out two slender bloods, like two red ribbons, but this beautiful red represented the loss of two lives.

The leader of Baird is impressively able to fight with dual swords, and he is a master of using dual swords.

He brandished his twin swords, one step, and the whole person was like a swimming fish, rushing between the two killers, inhaling and closing his abdomen, his body was slightly on one side, although he was still stabbed by two swords, it was not fatal. He pulled his two swords, one sword was like a dragon, and the other sword was like a poisonous snake, and he accurately hit the throats of these two killers again, killing him directly!

In just a few moments, the leader of Baird, who was armed with two swords, had already killed four people in a row.

It's just that his method of exchanging injuries for injuries and fighting for his life is obviously very shocking, and after a while, his forehead is already covered with fine sweat, and his movements are a little sluggish. He gritted his teeth and killed two more people desperately, but he fell into the circle of dozens of people, and it looked like he was in danger!

Just when Baird thought he was going to die, a blood-red figure burst into the crowd, and the sword in his hand swept up the frenzy of death among the killers like a storm. There is a "squeak" like a tooth-sore sound, it is the sound of metal rubbing between the sword and the neck bone, and the wail caused by severe pain, it is the boundless fear and pain caused by the sharp sword cutting off the limbs of the hands, feet and limbs, and the sound of "plopping and plopping" people constantly falling to the ground, which is naturally a corpse on the ground and can no longer get up to remember the death of the memory.

The killers kept rushing forward, stabbing their swords from all angles like a tight spider's web, brutally catching every prey shrouded in the web. It's just that there is no slime in this net, only the sharpness and sharpness of the sword, as long as it falls into this net, it means that life is ruthlessly deprived and gone.

However, it was such a web of death, but it still couldn't trap the blood-red figure.

Before you know it, snowflakes are slowly falling in the air. Shenghui City is located in the central plain, and although the winter is a little cold, it is not as short as the northern and western borders, and snow is even rarer.

At first, everyone didn't care, but slowly those killers found that their movements were getting slower and slower, as if their bodies were carrying dozens of pounds of weight. Moreover, the air around him was getting colder and colder, as if he had come from Shenghui City to the great snowfield in the west in an instant. In the end, they found out that it was a blood-red figure, and his body was constantly exuding cold air all the time, carrying more and more snowflakes, and one person turned this area into a cold winter.

That man came with a storm of ice and snow!

The dancing storm grew bigger and bigger, and the cold covered the whole ground with a layer of hoarfrost, first the snowflakes slapped on the people, bringing nothing but dampness, but then the storm brought not only snowflakes, but also ice picks, hail, and, of course, colder and deadlier freezing gas.

The ice storm gradually turned into a death storm.

The killers were trapped in the storm, and the web that was originally composed of sharp swords was long gone, and the spider's web would have become fragile in the face of cold, let alone such a deadly cold. After a long time, the raging blizzard finally stopped, and the besieging killers were all frozen in place, their faces full of fear and pain, the terrible memories of natural disasters carried in the blood of humans.