The Treasure Elephant Monk frowned, and quickly searched his memories to see if he had heard of a similar strange situation.

The master of the treasure elephant monk, the ancestor of the blood knife of the Great Snow Mountain, has extremely high martial arts and knows a large number of strange secret techniques.

But it will never be like this!

For a while, the treasure elephant was a little hesitant.

Below, Zhao Guiyuan was still fighting with Jiang Long.

Zhao Guiyuan is indeed good, he was injured, and he was able to block Jiang Long's advance.

After a little red landed, he kept trying to break free of the dragon rope, but it was useless, and even tightened more and more.

Although there are many bandits, they are waste in front of the martial artists of the Qi and Blood Realm.

Bao Xiang already had the idea of getting out.

They have always had no rules, they all think of what to do, and even if they sell their teammates, they will not have any moral burden.

Yan Ming seemed to see the idea of the treasure elephant, and after getting rid of a little red, the true qi in his body was agitated, and the knife in his hand suddenly became imposing!

Buzz –

With a buzzing sound, the Blood Hell Knife Technique was unleashed with all its might.

In the blink of an eye, there seemed to be countless sword shadows pouring out, quickly heading towards the treasure elephant.

When Yan Ming was besieged before, he squeezed the space to cast.

But now that he injured Zhao Guiyuan, he tied up a little red, and became only facing Baoxiang alone, and his whole body was instantly relieved.

Whether it is a sword technique or a body technique, it can be used with all its strength without hindrance.

The momentum of the whole person is climbing.

"Good boy!"

Seeing that Yan Ming was menacing, Bao Xiang put aside his doubts for the time being, and did not show weakness, the blood knife in his hand buzzed, and countless blood-colored arcs were drawn in an instant.

The Blood Knife of the Treasure Elephant is a Zhenpai Treasure Knife that imitates the ancestor of the Blood Knife, although it is not genuine, but the material is also rare.

Coupled with the strange knife technique of the Blood Knife Gate, the power is doubled.

The two of them were mixed together in an instant, confronting, squeezing, and bursting with each other!

Streams of strong winds with fragments of the sword wind spread out in all directions.

It was accompanied by the incessant sound of clanging and clashing blades.

The two of them fought from the air to the ground almost in the form of afterimages.

Several thieves couldn't dodge, and only came into contact with the sword wind aftermath, and dozens of knife wounds appeared on their bodies in an instant, and they fell to the ground screaming.

The two of them bounced into the air again, leaving traces on the ground that were scraped by dense blades.

Even when Jiang Long and Luoma were in the battle, they were amazed.

They are also connoisseurs with knives.

But seeing that these two people are strong against strong, whether it is the subtlety of the knife technique or the fierceness of the momentum, they are all top-notch.

It's tempting to stop and take a closer look.

"Good guy, is Xiao Ming so powerful?"

In the distance, at the edge of Seven Heroes Town, there was a person squatting in the dark, it was Bai Zhantang, watching and admiring.

He just came with a little red, but he never showed up.

Because Yan Ming had repeatedly explained to him before.

said that if something happened, Bai Zhantang should not be involved, and he would not need his help, just guard this place.

His duty is not to let the danger spread to the residents of Seven Heroes.

Bai Zhantang didn't know the inside story, and unlike Yan Ming, who had a clear eye, he was still far away.

So in his eyes, it was all of a sudden that so many people were fighting inexplicably.

This battle was thrilling, the situation was changing rapidly, and Bai Zhantang, who was watching, was terrified.

Since withdrawing from the rivers and lakes, Bai Zhantang has not seen such a big scene for a long time.

Several times he saw that Yan Ming seemed to be in distress, and he already wanted to go over to help desperately.

But Yan Ming can always turn a crisis into safety in an instant, and Bai Zhantang who watched it was stunned.

Even with the rich experience of stealing saints, he couldn't see Yan Ming's path clearly.

But this does not prevent Lao Bai's admiration.

This was the first time he had seen Yan Ming fight with his own eyes, and the impact on his heart was self-evident.

Just as he was watching, Bai Zhantang suddenly turned his gaze.

Seeing that the situation was not good, several bandits had already begun to break away from the team and sneak away.

And the direction they came in was the Seven Heroes Town.

"It's my turn!"

Bai Zhantang put his fingers together.

"Sunflower Point Caveman!"

As the voice came, the bandits froze in place.

But this is the beginning, the thieves see that the situation is not right, and more and more people have slipped away.

At the beginning, the small boss in the back also picked up a knife and cut down a few.

But soon they couldn't stop it.

Correspondingly, the strength of the bandits' frontal impact weakened, and the pressure on the convoy guards was greatly reduced.

Baoxiang was fighting with Yan Ming, and his heart was getting more and more anxious.

Suddenly, the sound of a chaotic horse's hooves stomping on the ground was heard in the distance, which was very obvious in the dark night.

"Quick, there!"

Bao Xiang and Yan Ming looked back at the same time, and found that another group of people and horses appeared in the dark, and there were no less than 100 people!

Baoxiang was stunned in his heart, but Yan Ming had already recognized it.

It was the Iron Hand who arrived with someone.

Iron Hand was far away, and he heard the sound of fierce fighting on the edge of Seven Heroes Town, and knew that something was wrong, so he hurriedly ordered the group of elite of the Beijing camp he brought to rush over.

"Grandma's, where did you get so many bastards!"

Bao Xiang scolded angrily, and the knife that was fighting against Yan Ming suddenly emptied, and then his body began to retreat rapidly.

"Grandpa Monk is no longer playing, I'll eat you another day!"

As he spoke, the elephant was about to run.

After fighting, he already knew that he and Yan Ming were both going all out, and they couldn't tell the winner in a short time.

But if you want to leave unilaterally, the other party can't stop you.

At the moment when Bao Xiang was about to leave, Yan Ming seemed to have been prepared.

Fly forward and entangle.

Bao Xiang didn't want to think about it, and the bloody knife slashed horizontally to his back, wanting to disassemble Yan Ming's knife move.

Unexpectedly, the other party didn't dodge, dodge, or block, and hit him straight at his bloody knife!

"What's the situation?"

The treasure elephant's mind flashed through Yan Ming's previous appearance of being immune to several attacks, and he hesitated slightly.

I don't know whether to seize the opportunity to stab him in the heart directly, or continue to evacuate.

But at the moment of hesitation, what he didn't notice was that Yan Ming's left hand on his waist suddenly flashed coldly.

It seemed to be a bolt of lightning slicing through the pupils.

The speed is too fast, much faster than the body of the treasure elephant.

What's more, Yan Ming gave up his body and bumped into him, and the distance between the two was extremely close, and he didn't give people time to react at all.

Before the treasure elephant could react, a series of pains had already hit.

"Ahh

The elephant screamed, and the entire chest and abdomen on the front turned into a bloody patch.

Rainstorm pear flower needle!

With a slight buckle of the motive, twenty-seven specially crafted silver nails are instantaneous.

At this distance, dealing with martial artists below the Grandmaster Realm can be called incomprehensible.

Yan Ming only had one chance to launch the Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle, and he couldn't let the treasure elephant be suspicious.

Just now, the sword wind between the two was pervasive, and they were too far away, worried that they would give Baoxiang time to react, and they never showed any traces.

Now seeing that the treasure elephant was about to run, Yan Ming deliberately approached before he suddenly used it.

This is not a hidden weapon, but a direct area of the body has been shot through.

The treasure elephant's true qi dispersed, and his body fell uncontrollably.

The moment the dark red monk's robe touched the ground, one of Yan Ming's feet had collapsed.

"Your grandma's, the monk grandpa is going to eat your ......"

The treasure elephant looked like a madman, revealing a mouthful of cold teeth, and was about to bite Yan Ming's calf without saying a word.

On his teeth, many people died.

However, this time, as soon as he turned his head, Yan Ming's blade unceremoniously slapped him horizontally in the face.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Baoxiang's mouth and nose were bleeding, seven or eight teeth were directly slapped away, and the bridge of the nose was concave in a large piece.

At the same time as the treasure elephant opened its mouth and screamed in pain, a touch of ten-spiced soft tendons had already flown into his mouth mixed with blood and water.

In an instant, Baoxiang felt that his own strength was rapidly draining, and his strong internal force dissipated uncontrollably!

"Ahh

The elephant screamed in panic.

But he was slapped in the face by Yan Ming again, and the shouts behind him were suffocated.