The spear is like a dragon, Qingfeng dances, and the white clothes are fluttering......

Like a sharp arrow, straight into the blood red.

With Yang Ning's outburst, the speed of this sharp knife team increased a lot again.

Jian Jue followed behind Yang Ning and nodded, very satisfied with Yang Ning's rapid knife team that made a decision in a short period of time with lightning speed, and also put it into action.

If it can succeed this time, then at least in a short period of time, nearly 100 people on the side of Qingying Town can be rescued.

But can the Qushan tribe let him get his wish?

The sword at the peak level of the spirit rank in Yang Ning's hand finally burst out of its due value, and all the weapons it touched were all cut off in response.

A team of sharp knives, led by Yang Ning and Liu Yan, was like a bamboo, and soon rushed through a distance of nearly ten zhang, breaking through the encirclement of the Qushan tribe.

At this moment, there is only less than five zhang left.

"No, they're going to break through our encirclement......" woke up the dreamer.

"Quick, stop them ......"

"They must not be allowed to break through the blockade ......"

On the side of the Qushan tribe, someone soon saw through Yang Ning's plan.

"Quick, assist Yang Ning and their ......" The ancestor of the Chai family was surrounded by dead energy, solving the enemy in front of him, and taking the lead in approaching the sharp knife team on Yang Ning's side, hoping to cover them to break through the encirclement blocked by the enemy.

"Yes......"

A series of responses rang out.

"Quick, stop them......" The Qushan tribe took corresponding measures and tried their best to stop them.

The ancestor of the Chai family has already cast the secret method of burning life, like a god of death, leaving a corpse in a place where he passes, and his death is miserable.

It didn't take long for the people killed by the ancestors of the Chai family to turn into dried corpses, without any traces of blood.

Qu Shanrong in front of the flying boat snorted softly in his mouth, and a trace of cunning flashed in the depths of his slightly closed eyes.

Ke Yan was in the air, grabbing the black knife left behind by Wang Xi's death, with a solemn expression, staring at the only remaining god general not far from the wind and cold, his eyes were resentful.

The purple lion behind Ke Yan emerged, and the purple lion, as the king of beasts, exuded its unique majesty.

Ke Yan walked very slowly in the air, but as his footsteps approached, his momentum became stronger and stronger.

"It's cool, can you still fight?" Ke Yan snorted, hoping to wake up the wind and coolness in sadness.

The wind-cooled pink coat was stained with blood, and the half-kneeling body trembled. Obviously, the death of the ancestor of the Feng family made Feng Liang very depressed, and even a little confused.

Hearing Ke Yan's loud shout, Feng Liang raised his head slightly, glanced at Ke Yan who was walking away from him, and looked back at the god general not far from him, his eyes were bloodshot, and his two hands couldn't help but clench.

Liu Kun hugged Liu Baicong and came to the ground.

"Kun'er, you go and help the mayor......" Liu Baicong said weakly and strugglingly.

"However, the ancestor ......" Liu Kun wanted to speak and stopped, after all, he was in the battle situation now, if he left the ancestor to fight, I am afraid that there would be an accident.

"Kun'er, people are inherently dead, or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than Hongmao, why do you care about this. Besides, you still have the strength to fight......" The old man Liu Baicong's voice trembled, and he instructed Liu Kun, his eyes never forget, paying attention to the battle situation.

Liu Baicong continued: "I have run out of oil, but you have to remember that Qingying Town is our root, and we must not let our roots be broken. Liu Baicong seems to be very nostalgic for the old, and he has a special feeling for the land that raised him.

Liu Kun knows this very well. The ancestor of his own family, sixty or seventy years ago, was the elder of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of the Northern Xuanjian Sect, which can be described as a glorious life, because of the great change in the Yin Wind Valley, the old man was disheartened, and resolutely returned to Qingming Town, established the Liu family, and never asked about worldly things again.

If it weren't for the mayor of Ke Yan Town coming forward this time, on the grounds of defending Qingying Town, he would invite the ancestor, I am afraid that in this life, he would never be able to meet the ancestor again.

Liu Kun looked at the paper-colored ancestor in his arms, and a trace of unbearability rose in his heart.

"Kun'er, go, this is the root of our Liu family, and we will never allow others to defile ......" Liu Baicong's breath became weaker and weaker, and he had reached the end of running out of oil and drying up.

The "old ancestor ......" man has tears and does not flick, but he has not reached the sad place.

Liu Kun's memory of the old man is particularly fresh, but now Liu Kun is in tears.

In his own memory, the old man was amiable. When I was young, the old man was so kind, but now ......

"Ah......" Liu Kun looked up to the sky and roared, screaming heartbreakingly.

"Go ahead, don't let ...... Let me stay...... Leaving regrets...... "Liu Baicong passed away and said goodbye to this world completely.

"Okay." Liu Kun put Liu Baicong's body in a quiet place, knelt in front of the old man, and said: "Ancestor, please look at the descendants of the unscrupulous, avenge you, and protect this place with you......" Liu Kun was in a heavy mood, kowtowed three times, turned around and flew into the air.

The old man Liu Baicong walked peacefully, facing the air, as if watching his children and grandchildren fight.

"Mayor Town, I'm here......" Liu Kun was as fast as lightning, and quickly came to Ke Yan's side.

"Good ......" Ke Yan turned his pain into strength, patted Liu Kun's shoulder heavily, and said, "Old Liu's wish, we will protect it." ”

For the old man Liu Baicong, Ke Yan admired him very much. I went to Liu's house yesterday, Liu Baicong, who was originally reluctant to go out of the mountain, heard that someone threatened the land of Qingming Town, Liu Lao resolutely agreed, for such feelings, Ke Yan admired from the bottom of his heart.

Liu Kun didn't speak, his eyes followed Ke Yan's gaze and looked at the only remaining god general.

"Suffer death...... Liu Kun clenched his teeth, and the three words were almost squeezed out of his teeth, low and decisive.

"Please also ask Brother Feng to sweep the formation from the side......" Liu Kun left a sentence in the air, and a green shadow went straight to the god general.

"Hahaha...... Come, I will avenge my brethren......" In the blood mist, the voice of the divine general was heard.

Ke Yan's purple lion seal condensed, followed Liu Kun's footsteps, and shot rapidly.

Feng Liang's body gradually weakened, and the pink coat left a pink light, rushing into the blood mist.

On the ground, Yang Ning's team of sharp knives encountered a heavy resistance.

"We must hold them, don't let them break through the blockade, and strive to wipe them out......" In the blood-red front of the Qushan tribe, everyone bravely took the lead.

This team of two hundred people is not comparable to the Silver-Blooded Iron Horse at all, not to mention its combat effectiveness, in terms of execution, it is too much to be stronger than the Silver-Blooded Iron Horse.

With an order, the blood-red armor quickly moved closer to Yang Ning's side.

The scimitar, which everyone was the same, was like a killing machine, and blood light rose everywhere it passed.

"Rushing ......" Liu Yan's Four Seasons Wheel Gun has been used several times.

It's the second summer season of the Four Seasons Wheel, and the tip of the gun bursts out with a sun-like glow, which is breathtaking.

Yang Ningren's sword is one, and on the sword body, the gem shines brightly, reflecting the spear.

The two cooperated with a sword and a gun, and an opponent at the peak of the mountain realm was instantly shattered.

Flesh and blood flew sideways, and a white figure could be faintly seen, bringing gusts of breeze with gusts of wind.

Yang Ning shouted: "Advance ......"

Liu Yan stepped out, and the momentum of the whole person changed instantly, turning into a squeezing autumn wind, making people feel that autumn was coming.

The tip of the spear came out, bringing gusts of cold wind, like falling leaves. The sword intent is unrestrained, and the reaping is merciless......

In the blink of an eye, two people had already fallen at their feet.

"It's not good, they organized the strong people of the mountain building realm to come and intercept us......" The wind flew and roared, leaving a sentence, and the figure shuttled through the crowd, watching and listening to all directions.

"Liu Yan, how are you?" Yang Ning Qingfeng flashed, cooperating with Liu Yan's momentum, and kept sprinting.

"We have less than two zhang left to break through the enemy's blockade ......" Feng Feiyang added, with the lovely people behind him, the wind game Qiankun body is vividly displayed.

"Two zhang ......" Liu Yan silently recited a sentence and said: "Brother Yang Ning, my marksmanship will enter the last shot in a while, we use this shot to explode with all our strength, and we should be able to break through the distance between these two zhang." Liu Yan quickly made a decision.

Liu Yan, as the head of the four outstanding heroes of Qingming Town, is not in vain.

Although the next thing to face is the strong man of the mountain building realm, as long as the spear is in hand, what is there to fear. Liu Yan's face showed a confident glow.

The tip of the spear is like a dragon, and a little bit of cold light is fired. Every shot is a cold wind, and every shot is a pinnacle......

"Okay." Yang Ning was not far behind, and immediately made a decision, saying: "Let's break out completely......

After finishing speaking, Yang Ning's whole person's momentum rose again.

Yang Ning had already secretly condensed his sword intent. I really don't know what kind of power the hybrid sword that has reached the sword intent can achieve, Yang Ning has some expectations.

Thirteen sword shadows soon appeared around Yang Ning.

Jian Jue followed behind Yang Ning, his eyes pleased.

Even Yang Qiong, who was also in the sharp knife team, was surprised. I didn't expect Yang Ning to have reached such a level, it seems that if I can not die this time, I will also have to work hard to cultivate.

As Yang Qiong, who grew up with Yang Ning, although he hated Yang Ning a little when he was a child, at this time, Yang Qiong couldn't afford to have such thoughts, because Yang Ning was too perverted.

Yang Qiong knew that if Yang Ning burst out with a sword with all his might, I was afraid that even a cultivator of the Mountain Building Realm Double Realm would be difficult to take Yang Ning's sword.

With such a growth rate, what kind of mentality does Yang Qiong have to despise.

"Ah......h

Screams rang out again and again.

Because of the order of the ancestor of the Chai family, the cultivators on the side of Qingying Town moved closer to Yang Ning's side, and they were also hit the hardest.

In an instant, no less than 100 people fell in a pool of blood.

"Old Chai Ao, you protect yourselves, don't make fearless sacrifices...... Yang Ning left a sentence, the spirit bead in his left hand was in his hand, the thunder flashed, and the thirteen sword intents slowly converged.

After comprehending the sword qi, Yang Ning used the Mixed Yuan Sword, which can be described as perfect. However, with sword intent, Yang Ning used the Mixed Yuan Sword for the first time.

But Yang Ning was not afraid, and even faintly excited, looking forward to the power of this sword.

Zizi ......

The air is exploding.

The thunder light is like a silver dragon in a sea of blood, sizzling.

Thirteen sword intents with the word "thorn" slowly converged towards the sword in Yang Ning's right hand.

Accompanied by a chilling glow, thrilling.

……

The sword becomes the ...... the gun

Yang Ning and Liu Yan complement each other, and Feng Feiyang tries to buy time for the two of them on the periphery.

"Ah......h

The wind is flying and the blood is blowing, and the wind and apricots are sweating like rain.

"It's now......" Liu Yan's gun changed again.

"Ah......h

In an instant, dozens of people let out screams.

I saw a long sword, which skyrocketed by more than a zhang and stabbed out......

Above the spear, cold and ruthless, it turned into a long dragon, winding and undulating, clearing a long road......

Where a shot and a sword pass, all the avoidances are indisputable......