Outside Sunset City, Yang Ming was staring vigilantly at the three people in front of him.

She had just fought with one of them, Meng Po, and was almost about to kill Meng Po, when suddenly two sturdy men with a wide hat on their heads joined the battle. Needless to say, their attack was directed at Yang Ming.

Yang Ming, who was about to use a killer blow against Meng Po, had no choice but to stop, and his body retreated sharply.

But one of the men, the mace he was holding instantly became larger, and the stick emitted a terrifying red light. Yang Ming was caught off guard. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, and the two swords of Liuyun and Fengyu in the Qingshan sword box instantly came out of their sheaths. Under Yang Ming's control, the two long swords turned into flying swords, firmly withstanding the mace's attack.

Then this did not end, and another man, armed with a machete, rushed towards Yang Ming.

Just before the machete was about to touch Yang Ming, Yang Ming's figure turned into countless afterimages, dodging his attack. Immediately afterward, the afterimage slammed into the man's assault.

At this time, Meng Po, who had originally fallen to the ground, suddenly stood up and shot thirteen long needles at Yang Ming's afterimage. Yang Ming was afraid of being attacked endlessly by the other party, so he had to retreat again.

Looking at the three people in front of him, Yang Ming frowned. With a tight face-to-face effort, the other party's cooperation was already seamless, and the three of them were all masters of the Great Freedom Realm, and Yang Ming couldn't defeat the three of them for a while.

"*** annoying!" Yang Ming scolded angrily. Many of his powerful attacks require momentum, and the more powerful they are, the longer they will last. He knew that the Blue Dragon Shadow alone would not be able to hold back the three of them; And the water curtain that is quiet in the turbulent sea is completely impossible to survive a breath of time under the joint efforts of the three of them.

Coupled with Yang Ming's perception that there were people in the city fighting fiercely, he couldn't help but get anxious. He knew Twilight Rain's strength, and if Wushuang could only control no more than nine flying swords, Twilight Rain Mo would still have a chance to win. Otherwise, even if you can hold on, it will be a matter of time before you lose.

"Yang Ming, you won't be the opponent of the three of us." With a kind smile on her face, Meng Po slowly stepped forward, "The three of us have been working together for so many years, even if we are a true master of the Divine Journey Realm, it will take some time to defeat the three of us."

"Oh, yes!" Yang Ming snorted coldly, "Then who are the two beside you?"

The two men slowly removed the hats from their heads. They shouldn't be considered human, one is a human body, and the other is a horse-faced human body.

"Hey, Bull Head and Horse Face, it's a good match for you." Yang Ming shook his hand, "Let's see your strength!"

When the words fell, Yang Ming took the initiative to greet him, and bursts of thunder and thunder spears rushed straight at Meng Po.

Yang Ming pressed down and suppressed Meng Po to the death. The two swords of Liuyun and Fengyu, which were originally hovering in the air, respectively met the bull head and horse face.

For a short period of time, they were unable to support each other.

"Do you think that's going to work?" Meng Po snorted coldly, she took out a hand, picked up the thirteen long needles, and flew towards Yang Ming's back and sides.

"Broken Moon!" The spear swept at Meng Po, forcing her figure to retreat. Buy yourself time to get out.

On the surface, it was Yang Ming who was pressing the three of Meng Po, but behind the scenes, the three of them formed an encirclement trend, if they couldn't break through, Yang Ming would fall into their attack rhythm.

"Don't think!" Meng Po sensed Yang Ming's intentions, and she desperately resisted this Yang Ming's attack.

Yang Ming, who was anxious at the moment, would not waste time with her, "You Long threw everything into the world, and the country was desperate for nine companies with a lonely gun. Alone!"

A feeling of loneliness and emptiness surged into Meng Po's heart, and her movements gradually slowed down. Yang Ming seized the opportunity to shoot several times in a row. Relying on the strength of the gun, he forcibly repelled Meng Po.

Then he quickly turned around and swung his spear quickly. "Storm surge!"

I saw the tip of the spear dancing rapidly, and the surrounding autumn wind was all swept up by it. A huge wind tornado quickly formed, enveloping Yang Ming in it, and bursts of thunder flashed in the wind. At the same time, Meng Po's thirteen stitches also fell. In the face of the raging storm, Meng Po's attack was not at all

method penetration; The long needle, which had lost its power, was blown hundreds of feet away by the storm.

Yang Ming quickly sent a blow towards the Bull Head, sending it flying in the air. After that, he suddenly turned around and stabbed at the horse-faced man with a shot of endless thunder.

Just as Yang Ming's attack was about to fall, the horse-faced man suddenly disappeared in place.

Yang Ming frowned slightly, quickly put away his attack, and then searched around.

"Huh?" Seeing the horse-faced man appear next to Meng Po, Yang Ming seemed to guess something, "They were summoned by you, I should have thought of it!"

"Do you think you still have a chance?" Meng Po recalled Niu Shouren again, and then the three of them rushed to different directions to attack Yang Ming.

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The underworld, in a dark hall.

"Old Bi, is Nanjue's matter dealt with?" The majestic old man sitting in the first seat said leisurely.

Bi Yuanbin, the king of Bian Cheng, nodded lightly: "I don't need to make a move for the time being, just hand it over to a few of them."

Then he looked a little dissatisfied and said, "Jiang Hou, you are having a good time, I am handling everything inside and out, and the emperor also has the three of them on the side of King Chujiang."

Jiang Hou, the king of Qin Guang, smiled slightly: "Oh? So, you're here to set up a mission for this seat."

Bi Yuanbin didn't answer, but walked up to him: "Meng Po has already exchanged hands with Yang Ming, although we won't have much to gain in substance. But if something goes wrong and Meng Po is killed, we won't be able to resurrect her anytime soon."

Jiang Hou bowed slightly, he thought for a while, and said, "This seat will guarantee that Meng Po will not die, as for the rest, this seat can't guarantee it. The true body of this seat must sit in this first temple, and once you leave, you must know the consequences."

Bi Yuanbin nodded, undeniable, "How long will it take for your mind to get there?" A stick of incense? Or two sticks of incense?"

"Three pillars of incense!" Jiang Hou gave an accurate answer.

"No, it's too slow, their support will arrive soon, and I've already arranged for Tarzan and the city to rush there. The two of them are no match for Yang Ming now, and it won't take long to go." Bi Yuanbin's expression became solemn.

"Meng Po has her own measure, she has already explained this seat before she set off, and now she has summoned the bull head and horse noodles, and she can more or less delay it for a while." Jiang Hou explained the situation.

Hearing this, Bi Yuanbin was angry: "The old man only arranged for her to drag Yang Ming and his party, she would do it without permission, *** stupid."

"Don't say that, Meng Po is also a kind heart, look at the wheel they have lost so many times. If it weren't for the fact that a few of us couldn't make a move at will, this seat would have gone back to the field a long time ago." Jiang Hou's face turned cold.

"By the way, how is Xiao Yu now?" Then he asked.

"With his hand, we have made a lot of progress in the advancement of Nanjue. Once all the forces of resistance within Nanjue are eliminated, the Imperial City of Nanjue will be destroyed soon."

Jiang Hou showed a wicked smile: "This is very good, after the Nanjue is won, it will be the North Departure." After the plan is completed, Xiao Yu will be useless. Even if there is a lone sword immortal, Luo Qingyang, he can't protect him."

"Hurry up, don't ink here." Bi Yuanbin said impatiently.

Jiang Hou smiled helplessly: "Old Bi, you are still this impatient." He spread his hands, "I'm already in a hurry, it should be in time."

"Huh." Bi Yuanbin snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards the outside of the house.