The two sides came and went, and there was a stalemate, and the goshawk didn't bring many people with him, and the number of people on both sides was about the same, around a thousand.

"Who's messing with my layout?"

An eerie voice came to mind, and a pitch-black figure slowly emerged from the darkness, in addition to the cold voice, his breath also exuded bursts of cold air.

"Holy Messenger ???"

The second prince's whole face turned pale, and this voice seemed to be a call from hell, and he didn't know when he would pull him down.

Dressed in black, he walked gloomily towards Wang Changlin and the others, his steps seemed to be very light but very weird, as if he had never walked at a normal pace, and he came to them in all directions.

"Little doll, your swordsmanship is good!" the blood-clothed holy envoy looked at Wang Changlin.

At the same time, as soon as his arms stretched out, his left hand was about to snatch Wang Changlin's long sword, while his right hand wanted to control Wang Changlin's body.

Wang Changlin was startled, if he was controlled, he would definitely fall into passivity, he hurriedly turned sideways, the long sword in his hand was faster, and he advanced by retreating, pointing directly in front of the blood-clothed holy envoy.

The blood-clothed saint made a good life, a move to "probe the bag and take things", the five fingers were like hooks, and grabbed Wang Changlin's "Quchi Point", if he grabbed it, no matter how strong his martial arts were, this arm would probably become numb in an instant and become his prisoner.

Chen Daoqing is well-informed, and as soon as he sees the tricks of the blood-clothed holy envoy, he knows that he is a fierce opponent, but Wang Changlin knows that no matter what kind of master the other party is, he will not let himself go, so it is better to fight with him now.

So, regardless of the injury, he fought to defeat both, and with a turn of the sword, he slashed at his knee viciously!

The bloody holy envoy didn't expect him to have such a desperate style of play, this grasp is solid, although he can catch Wang Changlin, but he will inevitably be crippled, and he doesn't dare to fight so hard with Wang Changlin at all.

"I don't care who you are, your swordsmanship is definitely not from mortal dust! today you are destined to be the soul of my palm!"

The Blood-clothed Holy Envoy seems to have discovered some clues, this kid has comprehended such a sword path at a young age, I am afraid that only the ten sects of the Immortal Dao can teach such a talented master.

"Humph!"

Wang Changlin snorted coldly, a sword was empty, the sword moved immediately, the body followed the sword, the sword followed the body, and in an instant, in all directions, there were sword light figures, in the fierce battle, only the sound of "boom" was heard, and the blood-clothed holy envoy shouted, "Good swordsmanship!"

It turned out that he was in a hurry to attack, and in a flash, his clothes were pierced by Wang Changlin's sword in a hurry.

"The Blood-Cloaked Holy Envoy is nothing more than that!" Wang Changlin said disdainfully.

At this time, the Nine Princes, the Second Princes, and the goshawks standing on the side were all stunned, but they didn't expect Wang Changlin to rely on the strength of his Great Dao Realm to confront the blood-clothed holy envoy of the Tongtian Realm.

The face of the blood-clothed holy envoy was very ugly, and he was played by Wang Changlin in front of his subordinates, where was his dignity?

"You're going to die today!"

The blood-clothed holy envoy began to go berserk, and the infinite palm wind and gang qi surged towards Wang Changlin, and Wang Changlin's sword qi was even more impenetrable.

However, in the face of absolute power, all moves have become bluffs, and all changes have become burdens and illusions.

Wang Changlin didn't expect to force himself into a desperate situation at this time, the Nine Princes were destined not to dare to make a move, and in front of a master of the Tongtian Realm, he lost the courage to resist.

Boom! Boom!

Three swords in a row, three palms in a row, Wang Changlin didn't expect a killer to be so sharp in actual combat, and he used some assassination and sneak attack moves on the bright side, which was just right, leaving Wang Changlin with no chance at all.

The three palms forced Wang Changlin to a dead end, and there was still a huge gap between Wang Changlin's strength and the Tongtian Realm.

Bang!

Wang Changlin's body was slapped, and the whole person flew out upside down, fell heavily to the ground, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

This mouthful of blood really hurt him, even the heart goggles on his chest were shattered.

"Sure enough, there is still a gap!" Wang Changlin said slowly with a mouth full of blood.

"Brother, how are you?"

The Nine Princes finally mustered up the courage to rush forward, "Holy Envoy, there are some misunderstandings, I hope that the Holy Envoy can show mercy!"

"I didn't kill you for the sake of your master's face, if you break the rules, don't meddle anymore!" said the blood-clothed holy envoy coldly.

The Nine Princes don't know what to do, these days with Wang Changlin, obviously he has regarded him as his own, otherwise it would be impossible to join forces with him to deal with the Flying Eagle, but now, in the face of the coercion of the blood-clothed holy envoy, he really doesn't know whether he should continue to help Wang Changlin.

"Holy Envoy, is it possible that our cooperation is to kill people indiscriminately?"

The blood-clothed holy envoy was stunned for a moment, and he seemed to recall that if he wanted to regain control of the Sand Sea Kingdom now, the Nine Princes and the others were still a very important chess piece, so he calmed down a little: "Okay, you let him beg me, I can not kill him." ”

When the Ninth Prince, Sha Yaoshui, looked at Wang Changlin, he only saw the determination in Wang Changlin's eyes.

He shook his head firmly and said, "I never ask for anyone's help." ”

Sha Yaoshui's heart sank, and he hurriedly asked, "Why don't you ask for someone?"

Wang Changlin smiled indifferently and said: "When I was very young, my grandfather told me that in your life, don't ask for anything from others." If they want to give it to you, you don't have to ask for it, they will give it to you, and if they don't want to, it's useless for you to beg bitterly, and it will make them hateful. ”

After speaking, Wang Changlin instead looked at the blood-clothed holy envoy: "What's more, I'm still going to ask for someone I hate." ”

"You must die today!" the blood-clothed envoy stepped forward and took a half-step.

"I see who dares to hurt him!"

With a roar, five figures appeared first, and a team of hundreds of people poured out behind them, it was none other than the seventh prince Shatianu from the Sand Sea King City, as well as the four dart masters of the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau.

Zhang Dongshu was the first to rush up and protect Wang Changlin, he admired this young man's courage and wisdom even more, and sincerely began to protect Wang Changlin.

"You see, he's a spy!" said the blood-clothed envoy coldly.

"Chang Lin, you ???"

The second prince felt unbelievable, and he didn't want to believe in Wang Changlin's identity as a spy.

Wang Changlin frowned slightly, he hadn't found the secret about the Hanhai borer yet, how could the relationship with the Nine Princes break down?

"These are the dart masters of the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau, and they are the friends I made when I walked the rivers and lakes!" Wang Changlin said suddenly.

Zhang Dongshu was stunned, and the seventh prince behind him was also suddenly stunned, but he quickly reacted.

"Lay down your weapons! Uncle Erwang, Uncle Jiuwang, surrender! Father has an order, as long as you lay down your arms and surrender, he will forgive you. The Seventh Prince began to persuade him to surrender.

The Bloody Cloth Holy Envoy didn't expect so many masters to emerge, just one Wang Changlin was enough for him to have a headache, and there was also a Zhang Dongshu by his side, a master of the Tongtian Realm, even as a super killer of the Bloody Hand Pavilion, he couldn't turn the tide.

The army pressed over, and although there were only a few hundred, their momentum was far stronger than these deserters who were like lost dogs.

"Kill him first!"

Wang Changlin's eyes pointed sharply at the blood-clothed holy envoy, the initiator of everything was this person, if this person was killed, these forces that had been temporarily put together would naturally collapse.

Zhang Dongshu rushed forward without the slightest hesitation.

Several other dart masters behind him also rushed up, and several people cooperated quite tacitly, and the four of them besieged the blood-clothed holy envoy, and for a while, the battle seemed to be stalemate.

Wang Changlin wanted to rest for a while, but the goshawk rushed up.

In his opinion, Wang Changlin is also a key figure, and if he is restrained, he may also be able to turn things around.

How could the Seventh Prince sit idly by, the moment the goshawk rushed up, the Seventh Prince's flying sword also followed.

At this time, the goshawk actually took out a folding fan in his hand, and at the moment when he was bullied, he put the folding fan together, used it as a judge's pen, and hit Wang Changlin's shoulder well point, the technique was neat, and the recognition of the acupoint was extremely accurate.

Wang Changlin was very surprised at the moment of dodging, why did the goshawk practice not the eagle claw skill but the kung fu of the iron pen point.

If a person's eight meridians are cut off, it means that the person's vitality is broken.

The flying sword flew out as a hidden weapon, Wang Changlin did not dare to fight with the goshawk in close quarters, if it wasn't for the seventh prince to contain the goshawk, Wang Changlin would have been captured at this time.

Without the magic weapon in his hand, Wang Changlin rolled on the ground three times, and ran into the crowd with a disgraced face.

It turned out that he had already set his sights on the long knife in the hand of one of the little men in the Mortal Realm, since he used the Heavenly Star Moon Slashing Knife, Wang Changlin had a soft spot for knives, and his fist style was impressive, and the other party threw away the long knife without even thinking about it.

Once the knife is in hand, I have everything in the world!

Wang Changlin held a long knife in his hand and took the initiative to run towards the goshawk.

The goshawk and the seventh prince fought a stalemate, but Wang Changlin's addition made the goshawk fall into disadvantage.

The goshawk folded the fan and went straight to Wang Changlin.

Wang Changlin was in danger, not moving, and when he folded the fan, he shouted: "Let go!"

Flipping the back of the knife and cutting it down, the goshawk also shouted at this time: "Let go!"

The whole folding fan was changed to sticky, suddenly, with the back of the knife, pressed it hard, the two of them had a variety of moves, but in terms of strength, Wang Changlin was more than a star and a half behind.

The goshawk folded the fan and directly swung Wang Changlin's long knife away, but fortunately, the seventh prince had already filled the throne, and the goshawk was in a hurry to deal with it, and there was no time to take care of Wang Changlin.

"It's so dangerous!" Wang Changlin sighed secretly.

The goshawk seems to have eyes behind it, very sharply shrouded in all kinds of changes of the seventh prince, Wang Changlin is not to be outdone, a backhand knife, ruthless and accurate, the goshawk's folding fan has not yet reached Wang Changlin's chest, his blade has touched the wrist of the goshawk.

The goshawk was shocked, and if it continued like this, I was afraid that it would capsize in the gutter.

"Holy Envoy,!"

The blood-clothed holy envoy had long wanted to leave, but under the siege of the four masters, how could he get out?

Wang Changlin knew that only relying on the strength of the Seventh Prince and his own strength would definitely not be able to keep the goshawk, although the Seventh Prince's realm was high, but he lacked combat experience, especially the indecisiveness of one move, the defense was good, and the attack was overstretched.

"Nine Princes, what are you waiting for? Do you want to let the tiger return to the mountain?"