A dozen or so guards brought by the Northern Wind fell in the sweep of the arrows, and at this time, there were only seven or eight people left in the front and rear of the carriage. These seven or eight guards gathered around the carriage, and the long swords in their hands were almost invisible, protecting Ziyu and Beiming Changfeng tightly.

The black cloth is masked, and the attacker attacks with a big sword, killing him with a move, and he is about to kill the North Wind and Ziyu in the carriage.

The sword light and sword shadow were refracted in a line of the world.

There are a large number of people in black, and even though the guards brought by the Northern Wind are all strong, they are outnumbered, but they can't support it with just a few breaths.

"The prince will take the princess away."

"Son, let's go."

The panicked screams caused the men in black to attack more and more fiercely.

In this fierceness, the curtain of the carriage, which had been closed, suddenly opened, and a cloud of light and shadow shot out from inside the carriage towards the black-clothed man besieging outside.

Fast as lightning, flashing.

"Puff ......" After the white light, several bloody sounds sounded at the same time, and the black-clothed men who rushed to the front of the carriage fell at the same time, and the blood in their necks shot out like a column of water.

The white light streaked through the air in a half-arc and flew back into the carriage.

All of this happened in an instant, and before the fast group of men in black could react, they saw their companions lose their heads.

There was a moment of silence in the fierce battle, and all the men in black looked up into the open carriage.

Dressed in black with a cold face, he was killed.

Beiming Changfeng sat in the carriage, holding the unsheathed sword in one hand and Ziyu in the other, and his face full of slaughter was only cold to the extreme.

Drops of blood dripped from the unsheathed sword, staining the white leather blanket in the carriage red.

Yama was born.

Silence, dead silence.

"Kill." In this dead silence, the stunned man in black suddenly roared, and he waved his long sword and big sword in unison, and frantically attacked the North Immortal Changfeng and Ziyu.

Ruthless, spicy, don't die......

This is not an ordinary robber, this is a dead man who would rather not want his own life than kill the target person.

The dark shadow is frenzied, and it is advancing steadily......

"Hmph." Seeing this, Beiming Changfeng who was sitting in the carriage snorted coldly, and did not stand up, but the sword in his hand swept out again, and the white light flashed, directly taking the head of the man in black outside the car.

The blood burst out, the mind was divided, and it was as if he was chopping melons and vegetables, but as long as the white light flew through, it was like the scythe of death had been harvested, and the heads of the men in black were cut off with a brush, and their lives were taken......

It's ruthless, it's tough, it's extraordinary.

Seeing this, the group of besieging black-clothed men became even more crazy, stepping on the corpses of their companions, surging towards the north of the wind and Ziyu, and if they didn't succeed, they would become benevolent.

You kill me, you defend me and attack, the bright red blood flows all over the ground in the crazy fight, and the rich smell of blood spreads far away with the wind.

The number of people around the North Wind is slowly decreasing, five, four, three...... The guards fell one by one, only one guard was left around the carriage who was still desperately guarding, and the black-clothed people still fell one by one when the long sword of the North Wind passed, but no one noticed that the face of the North Wind began to turn more and more pale, and his body never moved, sitting in the carriage from beginning to end, without taking a step.