A patrol sergeant in front of the cigarette pouch pot drew a knife in his hand, and slashed at his comrades at his side...

Blood rushed out, a human head flew up with the blade, and the beheaded soldier did not have any resistance or reaction, and died under the knife of his comrade.

This scene also made the cigarette bag pot at a loss, and he didn't care about investigating Yan Qingchuan, who was leading the patrol army to stop, the cigarette bag pot stepped on the horse's back quickly, jumped up, and wanted to check what was going on, but when he got up, he saw that the soldier who had killed his comrades was already raising his saber horizontally, towards his neck, and went to kill himself...

The cigarette bag pot was shocked, and jumped towards the soldier, wanting to save his life and find out what happened, but the cigarette bag pot was not Gu Xiao after all, and he was a little slower, and in the end he was still a step late, so he could only watch the soldier cut his throat with a saber.

After settling down, the cigarette pouch and pot looked at the two corpses, leaned over slightly, and carefully investigated, and finally found that even though these two people were dead, their eyes were still open, as if they were dying, and they saw the most terrifying scene in this life.

"What the hell is this... What happened?" I don't know what's going on in Yanbei City, which will make the three-way patrol defenders look like this.

"Even if it's poisonous, why am I alone?" Muttering to himself, the cigarette pouch pot only felt that his brain was already a mess, and he couldn't help but secretly wonder in his heart, how good it would be if Mu Yi was here, that kid was careful and observant, and he would definitely be able to find something strange.

When the cigarette pouch pot was still worried about the strange death of the patrol sergeant in front of him, the sound of more blades unsheathed sounded in his ears again, and he couldn't help but "chuckle" in his heart, and hurriedly raised his eyes to look around, and saw that all the patrol soldiers around him drew their swords, just like the two soldiers in the right place, their eyes were fixed, holding the blade, and they turned to the people beside them indifferently.

Before the cigarette pouch pot could come to his senses, he could only hear that the expression on the face of the patrol sergeant had changed suddenly, and his hideous face was gradually distorted as if he was facing a great enemy.

"Suffered... Suffered!" The cigarette pouch looked at everything in front of him, and he had no idea, and looked around with a mutter.

The sergeants who had lost their minds had already lined up to meet the enemy, each holding their blades, and regarded the comrades in the army in front of them as the Jin army that had invaded the land of Qi, and roared in unison.

"Kill!" As soon as the words came out, the soldiers were already charging with weapons, and the patrol guards were in chaos, and the streets of Nancheng became a battlefield, and the patrol soldiers and soldiers were killing each other and mingling.

Seeing that a soldier was kicked down by a general, he was about to make up for a knife to end his life, the cigarette pouch pot jumped up, grabbed his wrist, retreated, shot down the blade in his hand, and the palm knife suddenly came out, slashing the general's neck, knocking him out on the spot, and saving the lives of these two people.

Before he could catch his breath, he heard the screams behind him, and when he looked back, he saw that several people had died under the knife of his comrades, and the soldiers who killed his comrades did not stop for a moment, and then turned to the next target. After a while, there were patrol soldiers who fell, and Yanbei Long Street was gradually stained with blood...

Seeing the purgatory-like scene in front of him, the cigarette pouch pot was at a loss, and there were bursts of dragon groans in his ears, and he looked back suddenly, and saw that Yan Qingchuan didn't know when, he had turned over and dismounted, and the dragon palm had come out, and at this moment, with a chill in his face, he looked at General Sun on the other side.

"What to do! Calm down... Be calm!" The cigarette pouch pot forced himself to calm down, thinking hard about how to uncover the scene of cannibalism in front of him, but You Long came out and didn't wait for the cigarette pouch pot to think about it again.

General Sun Bian, who confronted Yan Qingchuan, also drew a knife in his hand, ready to fight to the death with his opponent, but the ordinary military array martial arts, how could he be able to defeat the dragon scales abyss, the knife was broken, and seeing that General Sun Bian was about to die under the palm of Youlong, the cigarette bag and pot were already in time, so he could only close his eyes sideways and couldn't bear to look.

"Sickness!" A light sound came into the ears of General Sun Bi, and when he heard this, the cigarette pouch pot was immediately overjoyed, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the fairy in white had arrived with a divine soldier.

The cold light and shadow cut through the night sky, and finally slapped Sun Bijiang's head in front of Youlong's palm, picked up Sun Bijiang, avoided the fatal palm, and fell suddenly, standing still.

But General Sun Bi was not sober, his eyes were dull but his face was full of murderous intent, and he stood still in the white-clothed fairy for a moment, and the saber in his hand had slashed at her.

The cigarette pouch hurriedly reminded loudly, "Miss Jiang, be careful!"

How could Jiang Ningxue not notice that the saber had just arrived, and the small seal on the sword in her hand was shining like a star, condensing

The long sword and sword flower with cold air have appeared.

The cold blew over, and Sun Bi's saber was immediately covered with snow and frost, and the frost continued to extend along the blade, instantly climbing up the wrist armor in Sun Bian's hand, and then stopped, until Sun Bi froze the whole person into an ice sculpture.

At the same time, the cigarette pouch pot performed light skills and jumped to Jiang Ningxue's side, looked at Sun Biao's state, and hurriedly said, "This..."

"Don't worry, I only used three successes to block his movements, and I won't hurt his life." Jiang Ningxue's eyes were cold and solemn, and in a moment when she spoke, the white clothes rose again and went straight to Yan Qingchuan.

At this time, Yan Qingchuan, a pair of fleshy palms, no one can be invincible, the soldiers on his side, no one can walk under his palms, only in Jiang Ningxue's subdued Sun Bi General for a short moment, more than a dozen people have fallen beside him, these soldiers were all killed by You Longzhang's move, and the death was miserable.

Long Yin paused, seeing that Yan Qingchuan's palms were about to take the lives of two more people, and the white-clothed shock had arrived...

As if sensing a strong enemy behind him, Yan Qingchuan turned back with his palm, abandoned the soldier in front of him, the person did not return, the palm was already out, and a move of Shuanglong Wangyue rushed straight behind him.

"Hang!" Palm to a moment, frozen also, Jiang Ningxue exerted light skills, avoided a fierce palm, turned over for a moment, the chill on the sword lightly brushed on Yan Qingchuan's clothes, the chill instantly condensed into ice, climbed up, and froze Yan Qingchuan into an ice sculpture.

If it weren't for the cigarette bag pot trying his best to separate the soldiers who were fighting in front of him, I am afraid that he would have already applauded Jiang Ningxue's trick at this moment, but before the cigarette bag pot slowed down a little, I saw that Yan Qingchuan, whose body had stopped, suddenly cracked, and made a crisp cracking sound.

And Jiang Ningxue, who had settled down, had already seen this scene when she looked back, her eyebrows were frowning, and her eyes were solemn and fearful.

"Click-" As the crack deepened, the frost covering Yan Qingchuan's body was completely shattered by the domineering and fierce true qi, and Yan Qingchuan also looked back like a killing god, his dull gaze revealed endless killing intent, and looked behind him.

Jiang Ningxue was not worried about Yan Qingchuan in front of him, Mo said that now he was lost in his mind by the remnant dream gong, even when he was sober, he was not afraid of him, but the patrol soldiers were still killing each other, if they didn't think of a way, they were afraid that they hadn't gone to help Mu Yi yet, and these soldiers had died under the swords of their comrades.

After settling his mind, the fairy in white looked sideways slightly, and turned to the cigarette pouch pot that was still in the middle of the military formation to stop the soldiers from killing each other: "Brother Qixin, these patrol sergeants have been hit by the Remnant Dream Gong, and they have to try to wake them up to stop the killing!" ap.

Hearing the name of the remnant dream gong, the cigarette pouch pot finally understood why these soldiers were delirious and killed each other, and once again swept away the two patrol soldiers who were about to kill each other, and looked back and said loudly, "Miss Jiang, how can I help you?"

"Hold this man down, so that I can use the remaining immortal power in the Amazing Sword!" Jiang Ningxue retracted her gaze, turned to her gaze and murderous intent, slowly turned around to Yan Qingchuan, and said to the cigarette bag pot.

Knowing that no matter how he blocked, he couldn't stop the cannibalism, only the divine soldiers in Jiang Ningxue's hands could turn the situation around, and the cigarette bag pot had to temporarily abandon the fighting soldiers in front of him, jumped up, stepped on the shoulders of these soldiers, and used his strength to jump to Jiang Ningxue's side.

Just settled down, Yan Qingchuan's body had moved, and he stepped on the scales and rushed forward, and the cigarette bag pot knew the power of the tiger-eyed young man's palms in front of him, and he didn't dare to be careless, his sleeves trembled slightly, his thorns slipped down, and he held it in his palm, and went away to meet the dragon's palm.

Don't dare to connect his palms hard, the cigarette pouch pot relied on the light skill of the ink door, and when he crossed the top of Yan Qingchuan's head, he waved his palm in the air, and the hidden needle in his sleeve shot out like a wind, but he was worried that he would hurt Yan Qingchuan, although the needle came out, it did not shoot to the vital point, but only rushed to Yan Qingchuan's acupuncture points on his hands and feet, even if he succeeded, it would only make him slightly injured, so that he would not have to worry about his life.

Unexpectedly, You Long's palm was fierce and domineering, a dragon roar resounded, Yan Qingchuan only relied on the strength of his waist and abdomen, cast a dragon leap, lowered his waist and palms, and when his palms were outdated, he waved down all the hidden weapons that came to him, and then the palm momentum did not stop, connecting the dots between his feet, his body was in the air, and Long You went out to sea with his palms overlapped.

This change of trick came very quickly, the cigarette pouch pot had not yet settled down, and there was nowhere to borrow strength when it was in the air, so he had to fold the double thorns in his hands, and repeatedly performed the two tricks of "twisting" and "supporting", and firmly entangled Yan Qingchuan's palms.

But whether it is internal cultivation or martial arts, the cigarette pouch pot is not as good as it, this time he entangled Yan Qingchuan's palms for a moment, and suddenly felt a strong attack, and his body was uncontrollable and was knocked away by Yan Qingchuan

Go out.

However, even if he was defeated, the cigarette pouch pot also remembered Jiang Ningxue's burden of letting herself entangle Yan Qingchuan, and the hand that locked Yan Qingchuan's palms never let go for half a minute, dragging Yan Qingchuan to fall down and fall into a private house...

This scene naturally fell into the cold eyes of Jiang Ningxue who was standing on the roof, but at the moment, he couldn't help the cigarette bag pot, and now after Jiang Ningxue stood up, a little halo was emerging, looking at it from a distance, just like the Buddha light shining on mortals in front of the fairy in the sky.

It's not that Jiang Ningxue has entered the fairyland, but that she is trying her best to use the power of the immortals that still exist in the Amazing Sword, and wants to use this method to break the remnant dream skill.

It was precisely because of the Shocking Sword Protector that Jiang Ningxue, who wanted to help Mu Yi first, was not invaded by the Remnant Dream Gong, and this strong luck had made her Ning Hanqiao's face full of sweat, and it dripped down the perfect outline for a moment, turning into ice beads, falling on the tiles under her feet, making a crisp sound, but it was covered by the sound of the blades that were still fighting desperately below.

As the halo became more and more prosperous, the Jian Hong Sword also broke away from Jiang Ningxue's slender jade hand, and rose up on its own, Jiang Ningxue caught a glimpse of Jing Hong's state, and immediately flipped her palm, her hand was just the sword technique, her cold eyes were slightly closed, and there were words in her mouth.

The light of the immortal Buddha seems to be whispering in Jiang Ningxue's mouth, gradually spreading, and in just one breath, it has dispersed to the sky above the soldiers fighting on the street, as if the light of the Buddha is shining, and the soldiers below are scattered with the halo, and the momentum of the battle is slowed down.

Although her eyes were slightly closed, Jiang Ningxue seemed to feel the situation below, her face was solemn and gentle, and when she was about to continue to exert her amazing immortal power, she heard the sound of the dragon's groan coming from below.

Yan Qingchuan was already like an angry lion at this time, pounced fiercely, Jiang Ningxue was at a critical juncture, at this time, withdrawing the gong, not only did the previous efforts be abandoned, but also suffered from the exercises, the silver teeth bited, the fingers turned slightly, and wanted to resist Yan Qingchuan's palm.

Unexpectedly, when Yan Qingchuan jumped on the roof, a figure had stopped in front of him, it was the cigarette pouch pot with blood stains on the corner of his lips, but at this time he was in a mess, the double thorns in his hands had long been gone, and his sleeves had already shattered, revealing the hidden weapon syringe hidden in the sleeve that was already empty.

The cigarette pouch pot eyes were bloodshot, and the soldiers below Shicai had already seen the fight eased, and he knew that he wanted to stop the cannibalism, but he could only rely on the magic weapon in Miss Jiang's hands, and he didn't look back, and said to the woman behind him: "Miss Jiang don't worry about saving people, he will hand it over to me!"

With the cigarette bag and pot coming, Jiang Ningxue's mind calmed down for a while, and she immediately concentrated, changed her instructions, and turned to the patrolling army fighting below again.

There was no blade in his hand, looking at Yan Qingchuan who was coming in an instant, his eyes were slightly condensed in the cigarette pouch pot, and after taking one hand, he saw his palms waving to the next moment, pulled out the back waist cigarette stick, performed acupoint kung fu, and pointed to Yan Qingchuan's palm...