The heavy and long Guan knife used by Mu Lanhe was as weak as Fang Jitong's silver spear, and he was most afraid of being approached. Compared with Sikong Jing's dexterous double knife, it is easy to lose the advantage in distance. What's more, he is used to galloping on the battlefield, and he is not good at fighting alone.

Even so, Mu Lanhe still did not lose his calm, showing the style of a general. He has seen a lot of scenes of thousands of people shedding blood, and how can this kind of small scene be qualified to make him change his face. He is just used to going into battle to kill the enemy, not that he can't fight in the rivers and lakes.

I saw that he simply unloaded his strength and let the knife tilt. Sikong Jing's remaining strength was still there, and the blade was heavy, and it easily hung to the ground with this strength. Mu Lanhe just patted it lightly, and the knife was heavy-handed, and the handle of the knife was tilted upwards and thrown towards Sikong Jing.

The handle of the knife is also extremely hard, and it is even more powerful, if you let it whip on your body, I am afraid that you will not be able to bear it. Sikong Jing naturally didn't dare to use his body to take this "stick method" made with the Daguan knife, but his body was still in mid-air, so he made a move "Yan Qingfei Yong", and the fall slowed down slightly. Then I saw that his legs were curled up, and he happened to step on the hilt of the sword, and jumped up again with the force. It's just that in this way, the double swords that slashed towards Mu Lanhe were a little short, and he couldn't get his hands and secretly screamed that it was a pity.

Mu Lanhe skillfully resolved this crisis, and he didn't dare to be careless, and when he was about to close the knife and move forward, anyone who stepped within ten steps could hit it.

Sikong Jing did not underestimate the enemy, for fear of being swept by the big knife, he only wandered on the edge and did not try to get close again. The two of you come and go, virtual and real, after dozens of moves, they can't help each other.

Seeing that Mu Lanhe couldn't hold it back at first, he suddenly took a step forward, making a move to "pull out the mountains and rivers", pouring his strength into the Guan Dao, and slashing out. Guan Dao fell, brushed past Sikong Jing, and the majestic internal strength tilted towards him, forcing him to concentrate on resisting.

The blade slammed into the ground, creating a crack that shook the ground.

Even the roof of the burial chamber was implicated, and countless fine sands fell.

Mu Lanhe frowned and looked up. He knew that his knife was not so powerful, and the strange falling sand above his head must have another source.

Sikong Jing seemed to see his doubts, and he also didn't think that he had the ability to shake the entire tomb with a knife, so he also stopped and looked up at the top of his head.

At this time, everyone noticed something unusual, and they stopped fighting and looked up.

In a short time, sharp-eyed people have noticed a few more black spots on the roof of the tomb. There were many cracks around the black spot, and fine sand and gravel flowed from them. Someone walked around, trying to look at it from different angles, and when they looked closer, they found that one of the black spots was exposed. It seems that something has been driven into the wall with the help of external force, and the force is not small, so that those cracks are formed.

Some people speculated that it was an arrow-like thing, but the tail was missing.

Just as everyone was looking at each other and talking, a sneaky shadow in the crowd pulled out a palm-sized instrument and pulled the mechanism against the top of the tomb.

"He's the one who did it, kill him!" someone shouted when they noticed the man's strange behavior.

However, it was too late, and several dark shadows swept out of his instruments and nailed them to the roof of the tomb.

Sikong Jing's movements were the most swift and decisive, two sword lights flashed, and there were two more cuts on the man's neck, and bright red blood gushed out. He clutched his hands to his throat, his eyes widened, and his mouth made a "ho-ho" sound, and he soon collapsed to the ground.

He's not dead yet, but he's no different from a dead man.

Sikong Jing picked up the instrument that fell on the ground, looked at it casually, and said, "It's the hidden weapon of the Flying Knife Gate." ”

Then he threw it to his subordinates behind him and said, "Take it back to study." ”

"Why did Sikong-sama kill people at will?"

It was Fang Jitong who asked. He gritted his teeth, unwilling to swallow his anger, but he didn't dare to be too presumptuous. It was the people brought by the Yang family who died. In his opinion, even if this person is suspicious, he can't kill in public, and there should be a better way. And the murderer was the guardian of Chaotian Pavilion, and he couldn't help but be careless.

Sikong Jing obviously didn't take Fang Jitong in his eyes, and didn't pay attention to him, but said to Mu Lanhe: "General Mu, the person you brought is suspicious, trying to bury all of us here in the ground, do you think you should kill it?"

The people under his command were killed by their rivals, and Mu Lanhe was not angry, but he had to admit that Sikong Jing's actions were very reasonable and timely.

"If you do many unrighteousness, you will kill them. He could only say coldly.

"This... Brother Ren, are you satisfied?" Sikong Jing then turned to Fang Jitong and asked.

Fang Jitong's face was ugly, and he swallowed it in his stomach with a sullen breath, and squeezed out a sentence: "My lord's words are serious." ”

At this time, someone in the crowd suddenly asked: "Since there is a spy among the people of the Yang family, how do you know if there is a second, third, or even fourth..."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in danger, and they were all on guard against each other, and the tomb suddenly became much more noisy.

"Don't make any noise. Yang Yiqi said impatiently.

After everyone was quieter, she said to an old man: "Old Huang, you arranged all the manpower for this trip, how can you explain it?"

Huang Lao trembled and said, "Miss... There are a lot of people on this trip, and the Yang family can't get together so many people, so I just summoned them while hurrying. But the people I've found are old acquaintances with me, and I'm sure they'll never do such a thing. Apart from... Except for two..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Yiqi asked, "Two, do you mean that in addition to the dead one, there is another person of unknown origin?"

As soon as her voice fell, there was another movement in the crowd. It seems that it is the other of the two mentioned by Huang Lao, and when he saw that he couldn't hide it, he simply didn't admit himself, and wanted to break the cauldron to make a last stand.

I saw that the man's body was very fast, and in an instant, he came to the side of the soldier holding the box, and reached out, intending to snatch the box containing the treasure chest by surprise and then flee for his life.

Just as he was about to touch the box, a burst of knife qi fell on top of his head, but it was Mu Lanhe's Guan Knife that had already slashed in front of his eyes. If you don't avoid it, your head will fall to the ground.

This person is not only fast, but also very dexterous. Seeing that the situation was not good, he didn't want the box, dodged the knife and planned to escape immediately.

Mu Lanhe couldn't help him say that he would just leave, and the missed Guan Dao twisted, not only changed direction and chased after him, but also increased his speed. Before the man could turn around and run away, he was caught off guard and was cut in half by the powerful Guan knife.

This man can be regarded as a man, lying on the ground with half of his body, and tremblingly took out the hidden weapon from his arms, a black iron box that was exactly the same as the one used before.

Before he could pull the mechanism, the knife fell again, severing his wrist again. The palm holding the black iron box fell to the ground, and was immediately slapped into a puddle of mud by the knife.

However, this man was surprisingly tough, and lost half of his body and a palm, and before he could die immediately, Leng spat out a black nail from his mouth.

This move is unguardable, Rao is Mu Lanhe is beside him, and he can't stop it.

The black nails sank into the roof of the tomb like the last straw that crushed the camel, causing the cracks to expand and the sand and gravel to fall. It seems that it will not be long before the entire roof of the tomb will not hold up. Not to mention the mechanism inside, the collapsed sand and gravel alone was enough to crush everyone.

After a lifetime of visions on the top of the tomb, the crowd began to riot, ready to move, and they all crowded towards the tomb door.

Mu Lanhe slammed the knife to the ground and shouted, "Don't move!"

Intimidated by his majesty, everyone finally slowly stopped the riot, and they were reluctant.

Mu Lanhe knew very well that if such chaos continued, if the tomb collapsed, at least half of the people would be buried here. At this time, only calmness can save more lives.