Night.

Street corner.

The strong wind was sharp, and the two long knives that flashed with cold light were instantly unsheathed, and they were particularly dazzling under the moonlight!

In the blink of an eye, two ghost-faced killers were already in the crosshairs, one of them attacking Dillon who was standing on the wheel, and the other headed straight for the carriage!

However, at this moment, a sword roar suddenly sounded, and an unpretentious figure suddenly shot out from behind the carriage, accompanied by a brief sound of gold and iron!

Looking at the two ghost-faced killers who pounced in the air, they had already flown out backwards directly, staggering to the ground, and the knife in their hands trembled slightly!

The unpretentious figure was already in front of the carriage, looking coldly at the two ghost-faced killers who had landed on the ground, without a trace of expression on their faces!

The long sword pointed diagonally at the ground, reflecting the moonlight above the nine heavens, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal!

Lu Yuan!

He forced back two powerful killers with a single sword!

Only one sword!

In the darkness in the distance, two figures stood in the shadows, watching the duel that took place on the street from afar, one wrapped in a black robe, the other in a green shirt!

The moment Lu Yuan appeared, the face of the woman in the green robe changed suddenly!

The Five Elements Division calms the envoy, Cold Moon!

"Take care of your son, and I'll take care of the rest!"

Lu Yuan looked coldly at the two ghost-faced killers in front of him, and said word by word, every word was sonorous and powerful!

It's not because of how strong his self-confidence is, it's just that he feels that if he doesn't die, no one will ever want to cross him!

"Be careful!"

Dillon nodded, looked at Lu Yuan's back, and said in a deep voice.

As soon as the words fell, the two ghost-faced killers just now had already attacked again, and they rushed towards Lu Yuan quickly, with two knives out, one left and one right, unstoppable!

Lu Yuan did not hesitate, did not dodge, and faced the enemy, the long sword in his hand was completed in one go, as fast as lightning!

After the three of them passed by, Lu Yuan stopped steadily, his eyes were still cold!

Look at the two of them again, they have fallen straight down, and they have slammed on the ground! The knife in his hand was still tightly held in his hand, but a blood mark on his neck had gradually appeared, and blood slowly oozed out!

One to two, Lu Yuansheng!

Or a sword!

With this sword, he used all his strength!

Flash!

Seeing this scene, Dillon, who was standing on the wheel, breathed a sigh of relief, and a proud smile appeared on his face.

But then, with a long howl, the sixteen ghost-faced killers standing on the roofs of the eaves on both sides of the street suddenly attacked at the same time, half rushing towards Lu Yuan, half rushing towards Dillon and the carriage!

Obviously, they are not here to fight in the ring, but to fight quickly!

This time, Lu Yuan didn't wait for the other party to rush closer, and the person had already rushed out like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he was in the crowd!

The sound of gold and iron resonating constantly sounded from mid-air, and the figure shook!

Although Lu Yuan tried his best, he couldn't go back to help Dillon in a short period of time! In a hurry, he used twelve points of strength, and every sword did his best!

Blood splattered and stained the moonlight red!

On the other side, eight ghost-faced killers had already rushed to the front of the carriage, and two long knives slashed directly at the top of Dillon's head!

"Broken!"

A burst of shouts came, and Dillon punched out his fists, and actually directly met the two long knives that flashed with cold light with both arms!

Between the splashes of sparks, the two ghost-faced killers who rushed to the front were directly shocked back by Dillon's arms!

Pull out the mountains!

But then the remaining six killers had already arrived, and six long knives slashed at Dillon at the same time, as if they were going to cut Dillon directly into pulp!

Dillon stomped the wheels and flew up to meet the enemy!

The two fists come out together, fast as a meteor, the fist wind is like a tiger's roar, and it is as fierce as a tiger!

Six killers, six long knives, were forced back by Dillon! Away from the carriage!

With one sword and two fists, he fought with sixteen ghost-faced killers!

It's tough, but it's not a step back!

Leng Yue, who was standing in the shadows in the distance, looked at this scene, and her face had become more solemn.

"Jiupin swordsman, rare in the world!"

The black-robed man put his hands behind his back and said lightly, his voice was thick and hoarse, as if there was a surge of fighting intent.

As time passed, more than half of the sixteen Ghost-faced Killers had been killed or wounded, but Lu Yuan and Dillon had gradually lost their strength, covered in blood, unable to tell whether it was their own or the enemy's.

The offensive slowed down a little, and two killers had already found an opportunity, broke away from Lu Yuan and Dillon's guard, jumped up, and the long knife went straight in, attacking the carriage!

"Childe be careful!"

Dillon let out a long roar as he faced the battle!

In the flash of light, the two killers had already rushed to the door of the carriage and stabbed the long knives in their hands into the carriage fiercely!

But at this moment, a cold snort suddenly came, and a figure rushed out of the carriage like lightning, rubbing two long knives, bullying himself, and both palms came out together, attacking the chests of the two killers!

With two muffled snorts, the two killers involuntarily flew backwards!

Li Wuji's momentum was unabated, he jumped up, his left and right fingers came out, and he grabbed two long knives, and with a crisp sound, the long knives broke in response!

Before the two killers could react, he had already flashed with the broken knife, instantly cutting the throats of the two killers!

In the blink of an eye, the two killers had fallen in a pool of blood!

The blood splattered on Wuji's body, and his robe became half red and half white.

On his pale cheeks, with a sneer of evil, he looked coldly at those mysterious killers who were fighting fiercely with Lu Yuan and Dillon!

The killers thought that Lu Yuan and Dillon were already the strongest resistance, but at this time, they found out that the real master had been hiding in the carriage!

Immediately afterwards, without hesitation, he rushed into the crowd with two truncated knives, and everywhere he passed, there were screams and blood raining!

In an instant, the eighteen killers had all fallen, and only the last killer with his broken hands was choked by Li Wuji and caught in the air!

"Who sent you?!"

Li Wuji squinted his eyes, looked coldly at the eyes staring at the killer, and asked word by word.

The killer looked at Li Wuji in horror and trembled!

With a flick of the sleeve of Wuji's left hand, a strong wind struck, and the grimace mask on the killer's face shattered instantly, revealing the killer's face!

But it's not a normal face at all, under the ghost face, there is a face decorated with dense scars, and you can't see the original appearance at all, it's disgusting!

"Say!"

Li Wuji's five fingers forced, and he spoke again.

The killer stared at his blood-red eyes, although he was frightened, he didn't spit out a word, and actually bit off his tongue directly!

As blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, a smug sneer appeared on the killer's face, twisted to the extreme!

Li Wuji narrowed his eyes, no longer hesitated, and with five fingers, he pinched the killer's neck, and then threw it on the ground.

Lu Yuan and Dillon, who were covered in blood, slowly came to Li Wuji's side, glanced at each other, and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

However, Li Wuji did not let his guard down, but looked up at the night in the distance.

"Let's go!"

In the shadows in the distance, the black-robed man said in a low voice, turned and left, and disappeared in a flash.

After Leng Yue hesitated for a moment, she hurriedly followed, her face extremely solemn.

"Childe, you're not hurt, are you?"

In front of the carriage, Dillon looked Li Wuji up and down and asked with concern.

"No problem."

"What about you?"

Li Wuji paused, withdrew his gaze, turned his head to look at the two of them covered in blood, and asked slowly.

"It's okay, it's just a minor injury, Lu Yuan's injury is more serious."

Dillon shook his head and pointed at Lu Yuan.

"Is it okay?"

Li Wuji looked at Lu Yuan and asked slowly.

"The body is not dead, the sword is still there!"

Lu Yuan's face was expressionless, and he said in a deep voice.

Li Wuji pursed his lips and smiled, turned around and returned to the carriage.

"Don't worry, Childe, my subordinates will definitely find a way to find out the origin of this group of ghost-faced killers!"

Dillon said earnestly as he sat back on the wheels and pulled up the reins.

Li Wuji didn't speak, lifted the curtain and glanced in the direction he was looking just now, and squinted his eyes.

For a moment, he felt the murderous aura coming from the direction just now, but it was no longer there.

The carriage restarted and walked slowly in the direction of the teahouse.

Lu Yuan was alone with a sword, stepping on the blood all over the ground, silently following behind...