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At this life-and-death juncture, what is unexpected is that Liu Zihong actually chanted a poem, although the voice was not loud, but it was enough for people to hear.

The faint wind and yuan force around his body condensed, of course, it was not only that, but in front of everyone's eyes, the sword went deep into Liu Zihong's back.

However, the moment he entered, the face of the master of Yinyue Tower changed greatly, and he felt as if he was piercing a big tree with a sword, and when he looked back, Liu Zihong was already standing in front of him.

A sword flashed, and a few withered yellow leaves, with a somewhat sad wind, fell on him.

His throat had been completely torn, and he looked at the sky with some distraction, maybe at the time of death, his family and hometown sounded, but he couldn't go back.

Tang Shi swordsmanship fourth style autumn wind lead, just appeared in front of everyone, although there has been a move before, but it is not a complete autumn wind lead, now when it comes out, it is enough to blind the eyes of countless people.

Liu Zihong's mind was also affected, and there was a sound of Jiuge Gate and Silver Star Academy, and even the street where beggars gathered when he had just crossed.

When I think about it again, I don't think much about the earth anymore, and I feel more and more like a real Dongzhou continenter.

There was some sadness on his body, but he turned into a free and easy person, and the whole person became more and more real.

The enemy wouldn't give him time to recover, and after he was unbelievably out of the elder's control, three more people had already surrounded him, and it took only two breaths before and after.

Although the grass has been used to the extreme, when facing these masters, there is no advantage, and Liu Zihong can only choose to swing his sword to block the opponent's attack.

All kinds of yuan forces squeezed towards him, making him feel that he had some difficulty in moving, and the four rounds of scorching sun behind him made him look like a god, but unfortunately he was not a real god.

The use of the autumn wind is extremely consuming for true qi, even if he is now, the Jiuyang Divine Skill has reached its peak, and it is only able to perform it twice, and after performing it three times, it will be extremely harmful to the body.

There was a burning feeling of fire behind him, and he didn't need to look back to know that he had retreated to the burning inn, and when there was no way to retreat, he could only choose to enter.

There were more than five monks in front of him, and even two warlocks, staring at Liu Zihong not far away, as long as he relaxed a little, then the attack would be slashed and faced.

Just a few minutes ago, Liu Zihong had already suffered a big loss, and now when he fights, he still feels some inconvenience in his legs.

A thorn suddenly appeared on the ground, almost piercing his calf, and despite his quick reaction, he was still inevitably injured.

The three long swords with three different yuan forces slashed down towards Liu Zihong, and finally the sword light mixed with wind and cloud power fell on Liu Zihong's body, greatly limiting his mobility.

The wound on the chest, it is no longer clear whether it is an old wound or a new one, but it doesn't matter, anyway, as the battle progresses, there are more and more wounds on the body.

More than a dozen corpses were already lying on the ground, and as for the injured, there were countless injuries, and the range of movement of Liu Zihong and others became smaller and smaller, almost compressed within a range of tens of meters.

Even when they amplify their moves, they have to consider whether they will hurt their own people, and when fighting, they will inevitably be restrained, on the contrary, the enemy has no worries.

Qing Cicada and Meng Yu teamed up to fight the Hengshan Sword Technique and blocked most of the attacks, although it can't be called a drop of water, but because the realm of the two is too poor, the other party's Yuan Force constantly vibrates the hearts of the two, and even the operation of the Emei Heart Method feels a little stagnant.

Zhuo Wenxuan, Shang Yu, and Wei Chengqi were the main attackers, and the wind and fast sword continued to erupt, and there were Ma Feixiong next to each other to help each other, so that they could hold on for such a long time, but there was no doubt that they were already at the end of the crossbow.

The rumbling thunder god came, and people instinctively looked up at the sky, only to find that there was no cloud, and it was not thunder at all.

It seems that a large number of knights are coming here, and no one knows if they are enemies or friends.

Only Liu Zihong showed some smiles on his face, the reinforcements finally arrived, if he didn't come again, he could really only collect his own body.

The eyes of the deputy landlord inadvertently swept over Liu Zihong's face, and he instantly understood something, and his heart immediately became alert: "Go all out and kill these guys!"

Saying that he had taken the lead, he appeared in a place that Liu Zihong didn't want to, and he didn't know when a long sword appeared in his hand, and it seemed that he was really going all out, wanting to kill the little rabbit cub in front of him in an instant.

The other Yinyue Tower masters also seemed to have thought of something, and their attacks became more and more crazy.

The long sword in Qing Cicada's hand was hit by a heavy axe, and his wrist was shaken by the huge earth element force, and it was completely disconnected, and his account was broken, and he could no longer hold the long sword.

The body and mind did not have the slightest intention of retreating, the left hand had been stretched out quickly, the snowflakes flew down, the clouds and mist suddenly appeared, and a white jade-like palm fell on the chest of the big man.

The only remaining Emei true qi in the body was all sent to the other party's chest, and the man who was holding the victory ticket looked at his chest, touched the corners of his mouth, his hands were full of red blood, and his huge body fell to the ground with a bang.

The Yinyue Mansion next to him waved their knives at Qing Cicada mercilessly, and dozens of swords completely covered her four or five meters in a distance, and Qing Cicada's figure slowly fell.

Some thin figures appeared in front of her, Zhuo Wenxuan reached out and grabbed the cicada's head, approaching the exhausted Shaoyang True Qi, covering his back, making his body seem to be shining with golden light.

The knife rose and fell, and the two of them fell four or five meters away, Zhuo Wenxuan's entire back was blurred with flesh and blood, and it was completely out of shape, and even the destroyed internal organs inside could be seen, and even the back of the head was broken.

Cao Yunchao's figure quickly retreated, protecting his wife behind him, but the elder was extremely strong, even if it was a little difficult to protect himself, it was even more difficult to protect others.

"The death of a person is inevitable! Those who can avoid it will only be defeated." Liu Zihong shouted loudly, the third type of the Tang Poetry Sword Technique Desperate Song completely broke out here.

The enemies within a radius of dozens of meters were all shrouded in his attack range, and the sad and desolate momentum on his body became more and more fierce, just one person, and it actually evolved into the momentum of thousands of people.

"Kill!" a rumbling sound, as if coming from the clouds.

Danlu Sword had already smashed into the group of enemies, completely ignoring his own injuries, besieging everyone's enemies, and under this majestic momentum, they were forced to retreat three meters in unison.

"It's just the battle of the trapped beasts, the second son must not stay!" The sword in the deputy landlord's hand was completely burning, covering the sky within a radius of hundreds of meters, and the sword of fire yuan power that made people desperate could be seen.

Hundreds of meters away, a thunderclap-like voice came: "Hugh my lord!" It was just that murderous aura that had already made dozens of onlookers unconscious, and reinforcements finally arrived.