An Yan turned his head and dodged.

She still knows a little bit about Yin Lingxue, so she has been on guard for a long time, Yin Lingxue has been in Jiyua since she was a child

grew up, but her talent could only be sold, and she only gave full play to her talent as a military advisor when she arrived at the Hell Tower, and there were many decisions that were difficult to say whether they were issued by King Shura or Yin Lingxue's handiwork.

Her qualifications in martial arts are poor, because of sha

Embroidery, learned a hand of secret weapon kung fu, but the internal force is not deep, self-defense is acceptable, far away is not very easy to use.

However, An Yan didn't dare to underestimate her silver needles, because each needle was quenched with poison made by autumn water, and it could be said that she would die if she rubbed it, so she didn't dare to take it hard.

Over there, Shikong is still sharpening his sword.

Song Jian glanced at it, very disgusted by the voice.

"It's only now that you're sharpening your sword, don't you think it's a little late?"

Shikong didn't look back, "It's not too late, it's not too late." ”

Song Jian frowned.

"What do you want?" An Yan's every move at this time needs to be cautious.

King Shura Fenghua lifted the bead curtain.

An Yan held his breath, he was originally a beautiful man with peerless elegance, but at this time, his face was covered with scars, his facial features were distorted, and he no longer had the slightest handsome and chic appearance.

Fenghua smiled at her reaction and covered the bead curtain.

"To show you my face is to let you recognize people, don't go underground and even the enemy can't be sure."

"I can go with you, Shikong has nothing to do with this matter, let him go."

The sound of sharpening the sword stopped abruptly, and Shikong stood up, emitting a murderous aura from his body, something An Yan had never felt in him.

Shikong ignored Lu Jinghong beside him and stared at Shura King Fenghua.

Fenghua moved his finger and smiled, "It's not that I don't want to let him go, you also saw it, your little friend is infatuated with you." ”

"Two against five, you don't have the slightest chance of winning." Yin Lingxue spoke, her eyes wandered on Shi Kong and An Yan, and her expression seemed to be a little jealous?

Lu Jinghong stood forward, the wind was blowing, blowing his blood-red robe, although he lost an arm, but he did not lose his demeanor.

"It's three against four, and maybe there's a glimmer of life."

"Bang Bang!" Shura King Fenghua clapped his hands.

"A left hand can't make you have a long memory, am I too soft on you?"

Lu Jinghong raised his eyes, "The Shura King of the previous generation had a little kindness to me after all, and it was you who killed him." ”

Fenghua's eyes lit up, and it seemed that someone had finally asked this question.

"Yes, I killed him, and he asked for it."

Lu Jinghong narrowed his eyes.

Fenghua stood up and stretched out his hand to geek.

"That old pervert, while teaching me skills, tortured me day and night, he told me personally, when I can kill him, I can become the king of the Hell Tower, and when the time comes, I can do whatever I want!"

"Do you want to know how I killed him? I can recall every detail of the time, a person like him and a follower like you, haha, is there anything more ridiculous in this world? ”

Fenghua became more and more excited, suddenly turned his face and looked straight at Lu Jinghong, and reached out to grab it.

As soon as he moved, he stepped on his feet, grabbed An Yan's shoulder with his left hand, and held the sword in his right hand to face the Heavenly Iron Fan in the Song Dynasty.

Yin Lingxue kicked the table at his feet, and the whole person sat on the chair and slid backwards for a distance, moving his hand and brushing twice.

"Ding, ding!" Shikong swung his sword with his backhand to block Yin Lingxue's two silver needles.

With a swipe, Song Jian's Tiantie fan revealed its edge, pointed the tip of the fan at An Yan's neck, and Shikong had to stop for a while.

"Flood furnace light snow! You even taught him the Flying Snow Sword? ”

The Tiantie fan pressed tightly on An Yan's neck, and she swallowed it subconsciously, leaving a little red mark on her neck.

On the other side, Shura King Fenghua only relied on his hands to Lu Jinghong without falling behind, his hands were as white as jade, and he was not afraid of swords, Lu Jinghong was not very able to perform in the house, and he knew that he was not an opponent after two clicks.

So he circled around the pillars of the house with him, and for some reason, Fenghua didn't seem to do his best, and he couldn't figure out whether he was crazy or not.

Yin Lingxue narrowed her eyes, she must be alive, and shouted at Song Jian.

"Hesitate anything, kill them all!"

With a wave of his sleeves, hundreds of silver needles flew towards the air, quenching the poison from root to death.

Song Jian looked at An Yan's pale face, gritted his teeth, and the Tiantie fan in his hand was about to chaji

Her throat.

Shikong swung his sword and shook the flying silver needles away, and the silver needles scattered in all directions, flying towards Yin Lingxue and Song Jian at once.

Yin Lingxue's face changed drastically, and she smashed through the window and flipped out, her silver needles pricked a row on the window frame.

Song Jian had no choice but to withdraw the Tiantie Fan to resist the silver needle, while scolding.

"Look what kind of mess you've made!"

Over there, Shura Wang Fenghua saw Yin Lingxue flying out, the situation was unknown, and suddenly sobered up, and gave Lu Jinghong two palms with his internal strength.

These two palms condense all the internal forces of the previous Shura King and Fenghua, and when they are hit by this, they are afraid that their lives will not be guaranteed.

At this critical moment, a black orthodox figure appeared silently in front of Lu Jinghong, and these two palms hit her body without reservation, and she spat blood from her mouth and was knocked out with Lu Jinghong.

Fenghua didn't care about the two of them, and turned to find Yin Lingxue's figure.

Lu Jinghong hugged Qiushui in his arms in surprise, although she was bleeding from her mouth, but it didn't seem like she would die immediately, and when she looked down, it turned out that she was wearing some kind of inner armor, although it offset most of the impact, she also suffered serious internal injuries at this time.

He shouted in the direction of the release, "Run! Now is the time! While throwing the sword in his hand at Song Jian, he picked up Qiushui's sword and ran away with her.

Song Jian had just finished blocking a wave of silver needles here, and the flying sword came again, needless to say, Lu Jinghong's strength was needless to say, and this distance was thrown over and made a sharp sound in mid-air, forcing him to retreat to the left and avoid the flying sword.

Shikong took this opportunity to seize An Yan and run.

Lu Jinghong held Qiushui in front of him, and Shikong and An Yan followed behind, and it didn't take long for the four of them to leave the ruins and run to the mountain.

Lu Jinghong in front of him suddenly stopped, and he didn't know why, but when he got closer, he knew.

Standing in front of him was none other than Shura King Fenghua.

Lu Jinghong put Qiushui down, she can barely stand now, but she no longer has the strength to fight, Shikong and An Yan followed, and Lu Jinghong looked at Fenghua as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Run, why don't you run?" Yin Lingxue and Song Jian also followed, Yin Lingxue was unharmed, but her face was not very good.

"You jia

e

, dare to betray the Tower of Hell, just for a man? ”