Three-seven-seven Sword Immortal came with a negative sword
"Brother Cui be careful..."
Liang Shan reacted from the stunned fact that Pang Tong was killed with a knife, and saw that Chen Mo turned to kill Cui Jing, who was dealing with the third girl, and hurriedly helped.
The weapon in his hand was a simple knife, with the light of Sen Han's sword, when he killed Chen Mo with Jiang Rong before, he had seen the strength of this strange armor on Chen Mo's body, and his eyes swept and locked on the back of Chen Mo's head.
Only this position, not covered by dark red armor.
Liang Shan is the strongest in the sword, because it was cultivated by the royal family, after leaving the school, he took on the responsibility of protecting the emperor, and did not break through the rivers and lakes, so his reputation is not obvious, and there is no title of sword leader and sword fairy, but the sword technique is not inferior to the sword leader in the rivers and lakes.
The Pu knife in his hand was like a poisonous snake, stabbing at Chen Mo.
The sharp knife aura had already cut off several long hairs that Chen Mo was exposed to outside the demon armor, Chen Mo paused, his body leaned forward, the dragon slaying knife in his hand stabbed out behind him with his backhand, and his left hand grabbed Cui Jing in front of him.
"Bang!"
The moment the Pu knife collided with the dragon slaying knife, there was a piercing sound, and Liang Shan's attack on Chen Mo was blocked by Chen Mo.
And Chen Mo's attack on Cui Jing did not stop, and at this moment, his left hand grabbed Cui Jing's collar and pulled it violently towards this side of his body.
Cui Jing only felt a chill in his back, just heard Liang Shan's words, it was too late to dodge, there was an irresistible pulling force on his body, and the whole person was pulled backwards, and then there was a violent sound from the rear. net
Boom –
Chen Mo, who dodged Liangshan's attack, at the moment when he pulled Cui Jing, leaned forward and fell forward again, his head was planted towards the ground, his feet were facing up, his body made a forward rolling motion, and the hand that grabbed Cui Jing's collar was also released in an instant, but the pulling inertia still made Cui Jing fall towards Chen Mo.
Just as Chen Mo's head was about to be planted on the ground, there was a crisp sound of "Qiang", and the dragon slaying knife was pointed on the ground.
"Bang!"
At the same time, with the force of his body rolling forward, his right foot kicked Cui Jing's head, which was on the side of Chen Mo.
Chen Mo was wearing demon armor, except for the back of his head, almost his whole body was covered, and his feet were naturally no exception.
Cui Jing suddenly felt that his head was slammed into a thousands of catties of gold and stone, and after a muffled snort came out of his mouth, his head exploded directly, and a blood mist exploded on the city tower on the spot, and blood splashed in all directions.
Ye Yiren and Li Wanqiu hurriedly dodged.
And at the next moment when he kicked Cui Jing's head, Chen Mo also completed the action of rolling forward, landed firmly on the ground, and then turned around in an instant, and then killed towards Liangshan.
The picture of Cui Jing's head being kicked made Liang Shan a little frightened, and he was killed without holding up his face.
When will a strong grandmaster, like a chicken, be slaughtered at will?
By the time Liang Shan reacted, Chen Mo had already flashed in front of him.
Liang Shan saw this inhuman scene, and was horrified that his liver and gallbladder were broken, and he immediately staggered the Pu knife horizontally in front of him.
As a result, the blade shot, and there was no sense of focus.
The angle of Chen Mo's attack was tricky, and at this moment, he felt that the dragon slaying knife and himself were integrated, and the blade in his hand was like a butterfly swimming among flowers, and at an absolute speed, it brushed the blade of the Pu knife, and under the sparks that splashed out one after another, it was pointed on Liang Shan's chest.
The dragon slaying knife chopped copper and iron, the blade was not rolled, and the iron was like mud, even if Liang Shan was wearing armor, the tip of the knife still passed through the iron armor and pierced his heart.
"Poof..."
The dragon slaying knife passed through Liang Shan's chest, and the tip of the knife passed through his back.
"Wow..."
Liang Shan didn't die immediately, and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a complete sentence, he kept spitting blood foam, and grabbed Chen Mo's shoulders with both hands, but his hands became weaker and weaker, and finally after Chen Mo pulled out the dragon slaying knife, his hands slid off the shoulders of the demon armor and fell to the ground, lifeless.
"You..."
The rest of Liu Zi wanted to say something, but the opponent obviously wouldn't give it a chance.
Ye Yiren, Li Wanqiu, and Xue Rou surrounded him.
Chen Mo's body was like thunder, and in an instant, he killed Liu Zidu again, stabbed forward with a knife with both hands, and pointed at Liu Zidu's throat.
None of the pseudo-grandmasters are Chen Mo's enemies, not to mention that Liu Zidu has not yet entered the pseudo-grandmaster.
And the time for the White Lotus Demon Skill was almost up, and he didn't even have a chance to raise his weapon to resist.
With a sass, he was stabbed by Chen Mo and sealed his throat.
Liu Zi was not completely dead, lying on the ground, his old eyes gradually dissipated, reflecting the figure of Chen Mo walking by, and then looked at Dao Feizi with difficulty, and his mouth was vague:
"Ahem...***... Dao Feizi, lied to Lao Tzu, I... I'll wait for you ......."
Life is cut off.
"Bang!"
Seeing that Pang Tong, Cui Jing and others were killed in turn, Dao Feizi, who was pressed and beaten by Dong Kui and Deadwood, his face changed, and he was distracted, he was already injured by the two of them, and Deadwood seized the opportunity, kicked him in the chest, and flew out upside down.
Dong Kui's palm flipped, and the three golden needles followed.
"Whew!"
"Whew!"
"Whew!"
With a loud bang, Dao Feizi slammed on the battlements, spitting blood, and just when the golden needles that came with him wanted to end Dao Feizi's life, the three golden needles were suddenly knocked out.
"Who?" Dongkui frowned.
"Buzz..."
Suddenly, whether it was the Imperial Court Forbidden Army or the Zhenxi Army, all the weapons in their hands trembled, and in the next second, they directly took out of their hands and flew into the sky.
Li Wanqiu grabbed the frost sword in his hand and tried his best to resist.
Even Chen Mo felt that the dragon slaying knife in his hand was showing signs of coming out of his hand.
In the next second, the martial artists above the third rank all felt a little and looked at the sky together.
An old man in white stepped into the air with a sword.
The many weapons that flew into the sky, at the feet of the old man in white, formed a road, leading to the city wall of Zhenxiguan.
Jianghu always says that when the strong travel, they must talk about style.
And there is a default perception, that is, the bigger the debut, the stronger the strength of the comer.
The old man in white probably can't be bigger anymore.
Just when everyone was stunned, Deadwood, Dong Kui, and Dao Feizi were all surprised, "Old Sword Immortal?!"
"What, Kunlun Guan Old Sword Immortal?"
There was an uproar.
Outside the city, Du Tian jumped and beckoned, excited and excited: "Master, Master..."
However, it was too noisy now, and Du Tian was in the rear of the Zhenxi Army, and his words were directly drowned out in the shouting and killing of the army.
Du Tian also discovered this, and immediately ignored Du Zijin's obstruction and ran towards the city wall.
Du Zijin frowned, there was no way but to bring someone to follow quickly.
on the city walls.
Dao Feizi's face changed, he knew that the old sword immortal was Du Tian's master, and he had a trace of friendship with Zhenxi Hou.
The old sword fairy came this time, I'm afraid he didn't come to help the Zhenxi army.
Thinking of this, Dao Feizi's eyes flashed with despair.