The sudden appearance of the Star Moon Dao Lord shocked Liu Shaonan and made him flee from the battle, and he was really in a hurry like a lost dog.

He fluttered his arms and flew away, how can he stop the average master?

The guards saw a man pass overhead like a big bird, throwing spears and arrows, all of which he shot down one by one.

Just as he was about to chase after him, two more people flew up.

"Brothers, take them down!"

One of the guards shouted loudly, and pulled a bow, which was an arrow.

These two people were Mu Kui and Xiong Hall Master, who followed closely after seeing Liu Shaonan suddenly withdraw.

The two of them are also strong in martial arts, how can they be afraid of these shrimp soldiers and crab generals?

Mu Kui took the arrow, threw it with his backhand, and hit a guard. The master of the bear hall was also like a tiger entering the flock, and on tiptoe, he actually grabbed a person among the guards and threw it a few feet away. Soon, the two evaded the interception of the guards.

"Stay!"

At this time, only a somewhat cold voice was heard. A man dressed in a black robe stood in front of them.

Mu Kui doesn't know who this person is, how can he be convinced? With a dance of two knives, the killing will pass.

Hum!

The black-robed man remained motionless until he was almost close to him, and he saw a flash of cold light.

Long knife shot!

Ding, ding, ding!

After a few sounds, where sparks splashed, Mu Kui couldn't help but be forced back a few steps.

"Black, Black Wind Messenger!"

However, the master of the Xiong Hall knew the goods, and immediately recognized the murderous black-robed person in front of him.

Before the battle, the anger is the first to be discouraged!

The Hall Master of the Bear Hall was already afraid in his heart, and the Black Wind made Dong Er, who was one of the most terrifying masters of the Star Moon Dao besides the Star Moon Dao Lord.

"What, Dong Er?"

Mu Kui was taken aback, he was not an old man of Xingyue Dao, he wanted to be loyal, and he was only loyal to Liu Shaonan, but he still heard of the name of Dong Er.

It seems that it will be even more difficult to escape from this Ping Wangfu.

Mu Kui tightened his grip on the double knives.

"Hall Master Xiong, I'll block it, you go!"

As soon as he said this, the master of the bear hall was a little surprised, but he couldn't think about it too much, and the guards behind him came again.

"Take care, Master of the Wooden Hall!"

As soon as the words fell, the Hall Master of the Bear Hall leaned forward and walked in the other direction.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Dong Er's mouth, and he didn't chase it, just looked at Mu Kui.

"Make a double knife, the wooden family's one!"

As soon as he said that, he revealed Mu Kui's identity.

"That's right, Brother Mu Sheng of the Double Sword, my name is Mu Kui!"

Mu Kui did not avoid it, and his eyes met it, not showing any cowardice.

"Okay, very good, Dong's knife hasn't met an opponent for a long time, I hope you won't disappoint me!"

Dong Er nodded, but his voice softened, and his eyes were more appreciative.

"Haha, how fortunate it is to be able to fight with Dong Er, the Black Wind Envoy! You can rest assured, Mu Kui will never leave his hands! ”

Mu Kui's fighting spirit is both rising and proud.

"Good, good!"

Dong Er said hello twice, and the knife was clenched.

Between heaven and earth, an instantaneous murderous aura is permeated.

When the guards saw that Dong Er had intercepted Mu Kui, they didn't look at the excitement anymore, and hurriedly chased after the master of the Xiong Hall.

The light of the knife flashed in an instant.

Both of them are masters who have been immersed in knives for many years, and this shot, even under the hazy moonlight, still looks thrilling.

There are not too many complicated moves, and when it comes to real life and death, no matter how many fancy they are, they are all laughing and generous.

And for a top killer like Dong Er, killing is always simple. The knife technique of killing has always been ruthless.

One, two, three......

No one could count how many knives they struck, but if there were real masters present, they would definitely be able to see that every knife they ran towards each other exuded the smell of death.

Finally, a white light flourished in the moonlight, and then fell silent again.

It's a pity that no matter how white the moonlight is, you can't see the blood.