This masked black-clothed man who suddenly joined the battlefield was a sixth-order mystic, and when he heard this, his eyes dodged for a moment, and his attack was stagnant, but he immediately snorted coldly, his eyes re-revealed unparalleled hatred, his hostile eyes instantly turned red, and the speed of the sword tip stabbed forward a little, stabbing straight at Zeng Yihao's eyebrows.

It's just this stab, after all, it is still slower than the previous ghost, Zeng Yihao's backhand is a sword open, and then he calms down, no longer cares about his father's battle situation, and goes all out to meet the combination of Tang Yingzhu and the masked man in black.

"Bell!"

"Bell!"

"Bell!"

The three sword lights that were quickly intertwined frequently collided fiercely in the dark night, but most of them were Zeng Yihao and the sixth-order Xuantu masked black-clothed man fighting, and the soft sword in Tang Yingzhu's hand was not much of a threat to Zeng Yihao, it was more of a disturbance.

The masked man in black soon noticed this, and the hatred in his eyes increased suddenly.

"Brush!" Zeng Yihao couldn't dodge, and was cut flat on his lower abdomen, and blood flowed immediately.

Zeng Yihao was shocked, looked at the eyes of the masked man in black again, and happened to see the smug look in the latter's eyes, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, blurted out: "It turns out that you are Zhao ......"

Before the words at the back could be spit out, they were interrupted by Zeng Qingwu's exclamation: "Hao'er be careful!"

Zeng Yihao only felt that the light and shadow on the right side flashed, and two masked people in the middle of the Xuan Master, one tall and one short, appeared from the shadows next to him, raising their swords and stabbing at him viciously without saying a word.

"Where did Nima come from?!" Zeng Yihao's pupils shrank again, and a sense of crisis suddenly appeared.

These are two martial artists in the middle stage of the Xuanshi, and they actually teamed up to deal with themselves?!

"Brother Zeng, don't be surprised!" Just when the taller masked man was still a few steps away from Zeng Yihao, a long silver chain had cut through the darkness, like a flying star outside the sky, and a lightning silver snake directly hit the masked man's chest, and suddenly there was a muffled snort, blood beads burst out, and the person shook unconsciously, and took two steps back.

Zeng Yihao, who was on guard, his eyes lit up - this voice was a little familiar.

After avoiding the sword of the short masked man in time, and then fighting to injure his back, and dodging the resentful stab of the sixth-order mysticist, Zeng Yihao saw a familiar person jumping from the right roof of his yard, and immediately blurted out, quite surprised: "Senior Qian!"

The person who threw the silver chain and injured the tall masked man was the Qian guard who was with Deng Qiang.

"Elder Qiang is really like a god, knowing that someone wants to harm you, so let me stay and guard it secretly!" After the Qian guard appeared, he explained briefly, his right hand was slightly raised, and the silver chain that injured the tall masked man had automatically flown back into his hand: "But I really didn't expect that you are actually a person from the inner fang of Tongbao Fang!"

"Thank you, Escort Qian!" Zeng Yihao's ears rang with Zeng Qingwu's thanks again.

"Haha, I should be thankful for these two seniors of Tongbaofang!" Guard Qian threw a flexible chain at the tall masked man who appeared behind him, and successfully repelled the latter who was about to step forward again: "Without them, I can't protect you alone!"

Tang Yingzhu and the sixth-order Xuantu masked man trembled slightly, and glanced at each other, the sixth-order Xuantu masked man paused his attack, and said in a hoarse voice: "The surname is Zeng, don't be happy too early! He is only one person, there are so many people on our side, you will still die tonight!"

"The surname is Qian, you don't go back to Liuxiang County, what are you doing in this troubled water?" The tall masked man was only in the middle stage of the Xuanshi, and he was repelled by the Qian guards twice, his eyes flickered twice, and he asked in a voice of hatred.

"It may not be muddy water!" Qian Guard sneered proudly: "Maybe it's still a great achievement!"

"Joke! Even a Xuan Master in the later stage dares to speak out!" The masked man who Zeng Yihao, who had been fighting fiercely with the Smiling Buddha since he appeared, suddenly said contemptuously: "This is not your Liuxiang County! Be careful if you can't save people, but you will be killed!"

"You are even more of a joke, Master Xuan also went to sneak attack the fifth-order Xuan disciples in the early days, but he still hasn't succeeded!" The smiling Buddha's dexterous palms shot out layers of afterimages, with one enemy and two, he still did not fall behind at all, and when he heard the words, he mocked again: "If Lao Tzu were you, Lao Tzu would kill himself directly, saving people from embarrassment!"

"Hmph!" These words obviously stabbed the sore spot of Master Xuan's masked man, and suddenly his eyes were full of fierceness: "Smiling Buddha, don't think that the old man is afraid of you!"

The Smiling Buddha ignored him, but shouted: "Brother Zeng, continue to hold on for a while, I have informed the brothers in this workshop that I will come over to support later!!"

With the roar of the Smiling Buddha, Zeng Qingwu was overjoyed, and when he was distracted, the aqua blue protective light shield of the Kwai Shui Bao Film was slightly offset, Tang Haitao's eyes flashed, and he took advantage of the situation to slap him hard and hit him on the right shoulder.

"Bang!" Zeng Qingwu woke up too late, and suddenly flew out involuntarily for a few feet.

"Dad!" Zeng Yihao had just narrowly avoided the sword of the sixth-order Xuantu masked man at this time, and when he saw this scene, his eyes widened, and he blurted out in exclamation, not caring about dealing with Tang Yingzhu and the sixth-order Xuantu masked man, so he struggled to slash the sword in his hand outward, and then pounced on Zeng Qingwu, who had fallen to the ground.

Zeng Yihao was so real, he didn't notice that Lu Yongjian was being forced to retreat by the poisonous tongue at the moment, and the direction of retreat was ...... It's exactly where my father fell!

Originally, with the ability to control the battle situation with a poisonous tongue, it was impossible to let Lu Yongjian get close to the Zeng family's father and son, but because of Tang Haitao's variable, Zeng Qingwu loved his son and neglected his defense, and was knocked away all of a sudden, and as a result, he was in danger immediately after landing.

"Take it! be careful!" Zeng Qingwu also realized this immediately after he fell, and hurriedly moved the Kwai Shui Bao film in his hand towards his son as quickly as possible.

The safety of my son is the most important thing!

It's just that the light shield of this Kwai Shui Treasure Film has not completely covered Zeng Yihao, and a cold and extremely cold sword qi suddenly spits towards his heart, and it is the fiery Lu Yongjian who stabbed with a backhand sword.

"Brother Zeng!" the smiling Buddha exclaimed angrily, but he couldn't help it anymore.

"Hao'er!" Zeng Qingwu was stunned again, full of remorse, and without thinking about it, he struggled towards Zeng Yihao, hoping to take it for him.

But Zeng Qingwu's speed was still too slow, his body had just collided with his son, and this cold and extremely cold sword qi had already directly stabbed Zeng Yihao's heart socket, who was trying his best to dodge.

The long sword body was inserted from Zeng Yihao's chest, and then from the back!

A bright red liquid quickly seeped out of Zeng Yihao's clothes, but it was quickly frozen by the cold breath.

Zeng Yihao's body shook slightly under the impact of the tip of the sword, first he felt a burst of piercing ice, and then a pinprick pain!

At this moment, including the resentful Tang Yingzhu and the sixth-order Xuantu masked black-clothed man, including the poisonous tongue and the smiling Buddha, including Zeng Qingwu...... Everyone stopped fighting and stared blankly at Zeng Yihao, who had been completely pierced through his body, and the originally lively scene suddenly became extremely silent, as if time was completely frozen at this moment.

"Hao'er!" After nearly a breath, Zeng Qingwu reacted, he suddenly went crazy, his hair was exhausted, his eyes were already full of blood and tears of remorse, he roared in disbelief, he couldn't care about his own safety anymore, stretched out his arms and threw himself at his only son.

Hearing this roar of anger, under the gaze of everyone who was ecstatic or angry or angry, Zeng Yihao looked down at the cold long sword on his chest, and felt the rapid disappearance of his physical strength, the sudden stagnation of blood, and the same blank in his brain.

"Am I swordsman?

Moreover, is it a sword through the chest?

"Damn, you're playing with me, aren't you? Let me travel over, but don't let me avenge my predecessor? Give me an excellent growth surname qualification, give me a wishful space to devour minerals, but only let me be aggrieved in front of the enemy?"

Extreme reluctance and anger erupted from the depths of the soul.

"Why did I die alone? Why are these white-eyed wolves alive and well, and why can their schemes succeed?"

"No! even if I die, I can't make them better!"

The tearing pain in his chest and his father's remorseful and sad gaze made Zeng Yihao, whose breath was weakening, suddenly widen his eyes, all the blood surged onto his face, and with all his strength, he raised his foot and kicked Tang Yingzhu, who had already pounced in front of him, with surprise in his eyes.

This kick, he was extremely angry, not to mention ten thousand catties!

"Poof!" Tang Yingzhu, who was caught off guard, was immediately kicked and flew straight upside down, and the blood of Dapeng suddenly spurted out of his mouth, and his chest was deeply sunken, and he couldn't live.

"Zhu'er......!" Tang Haitao didn't expect such a change to happen suddenly, his eyes were wide and round, he couldn't care about dealing with Zeng Qingwu anymore, he roared sadly, his eyes instantly became blood-red, and he frantically rushed over and hugged his only son who had fallen to the ground, but saw that his son's mouth was weakly spitting out blood, his body twitched vigorously, and he suddenly mourned, and shouted again: "Zhu'er!"

"Go die!" The resentful sixth-order Xuantu's eyes suddenly had a hint of joy, and he suddenly rushed towards Zeng Yihao, who was already crumbling, and his right hand gripped the narrow long sword body on Zeng Yihao's chest and was about to continue to stab inward.

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