Pulling out the battle knife, He Bao shouted violently and rushed straight towards Fang Ling, the cultivation of the Rigid Force Realm made him not only release the qi of heaven and earth to the knife body, but also form a layer of protective true qi visible to the naked eye outside the body, pale yellow color, hazy as mist.

The corners of Fang Ling's mouth hooked up a cruel smile, let out a tiger roar, and fought fiercely with him.

The two knives collided together with the accumulation of strong strength, Fang Ling was shocked and took four steps back, and He Bao only took a small step back.

Zhou Yongcheng was overjoyed and shouted: "Vice General He, work hard!"

He Bao succeeded in one move, judging the gap between the two, and his confidence was also greatly boosted, and he slashed wildly, like a storm, and each knife condensed ten percent of his cultivation.

Fang Ling knew very well that in terms of strength, he was not yet able to compete with the masters of the Rigid Force Realm, however, he did not have the slightest attitude of dodging, and every sword was also gathered and cultivated to meet it.

At this time, Dong Canghai and the others also had some colors on their bodies, with a few blood marks on their faces and arms, but compared to them, the opponent was even more miserable, the wounds on their bodies were not only doubled, but they were all serious injuries that were half a foot long and could reach the bone.

Six swords were slashed, Fang Ling had been forced to retreat from this side of the deck to the middle of the deck, He Bao laughed wildly, and suddenly slashed again, the two knives touched, and the sound of "sonorous - qiang" suddenly disappeared, He Bao's pupils dilated suddenly, just because the hundred refining war knife in his hand suddenly split into two halves!

At this moment, he vividly remembered the tragic scene on the night of the Qingshui Pass arson attack, the war knife in the hand of each soldier was cut off, and Ma Kai deduced from this that the king of Shicheng must have a treasure knife in his hand.

It's just that he didn't expect that the treasure knife of the King of Shicheng could even be cut off by a hundred refining knives, and only one hesitated, and the fire pattern beast horn had already left a wound on his chest that was a foot long and could reach the bone.

He Bao grinned in pain, staggered a few steps and retreated, and at the same time, the little leaders were also defeated one after another, and they were killed by the knife.

Zhou Yongcheng sighed, and finally knew that the general trend had gone, and he gritted his teeth and jumped into the river.

He Bao covered his bloody chest, looked at the enemy who was eyeing him, and couldn't help but gasp for breath, seeing Zhou Yongcheng actually jumping into the river, and swimming towards the dock quickly, he couldn't help but shout: "General Zhou, save me, I can't swim!"

Zhou Yongcheng swam without looking back, and sneered in his heart, save him, save him, wait to tell the queen?

However, an arrow was exposed in the dark cabin, and then an arrow shot out, hitting Zhou Yongcheng in the back.

Seeing Zhou Yongcheng hit by an arrow, He Bao couldn't help but be shocked, and suddenly felt a gust of cold wind coming, and when he turned around, he saw Fang Ling's knife slashing under his neck, pain and death came at the same moment, he wanted to shout, but the sound was spurting out with the blood spurting out.

Fang Ling looked at him indifferently, stretched out his hand and pushed, He Bao couldn't stand steadily, retreated crookedly, turned over the string of the boat and fell into the rolling Nu River.