The wind is howling.

Blood is crying.

The blood came from the torsos and limbs of the three men.

One of these three wielded a sword, one held a sword, and one held a spear.

The knife was a long black knife, six feet long and weighing 100 catties.

It is not easy to wield this knife, and once this knife is wielded, it will be unstoppable when it crosses like a strong wind, crushing everything.

The user of this knife must be a straightforward person, and he must also be a person of infinite strength.

The sword is a unique green thin sword, with a blade on one side and a tooth on the other.

It seems that only one side of this sword can kill, and the other side is more like it is used for torture.

The more bizarre the weapon, the more demanding it is for the person who wields it, either tailor-made for the person who uses it, or the user has some kind of stubborn fetish.

Not surprisingly, this man with a sword should be a master of swordsmanship, and he enjoyed the process of killing people very much.

The gun is a bronze spear with a tapered tip that can be both pierced and slashed.

This is a spear that charges into battle, and those who use it must have the courage to take the head of the enemy from the crowd of thousands of troops, even if they are outnumbered.

The sword is the commander of a hundred soldiers, the sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, and the gun is the king of a hundred soldiers.

These three weapons are not only the best in the world, but also the world's most famous weapons.

These three people, whether in the rivers and lakes or on the battlefield in the past, were all alone and famous.

Today, the weapon is not covered with dust, and it is still sharp, but in the dim light, it has lost its original glory.

Weapons are like people, and their owners are not only faceless, unrecognizable, and have no sparkle in their eyes, as if they have lost hope for life, like the walking dead.

Therefore, even if any one of the three is nearly two heads taller than the love butterfly, even if the fame of any of them is more praised by the people of the rivers and lakes than the nameless love butterfly, but the three of them joined forces, but they were helpless against this little-known "weak" woman.

The wound bursts.

Blood overflowing.

The wind pulled the wisps of bright red into ribbons, as if to decorate this bleak end.

The movements of the three of them became more and more sluggish, but the attack of Love Butterfly was still merciless.

When they are dying and struggling, they all seem to be weak, and it is difficult for them to survive in this heaven and earth.

They didn't know how they had fallen to the petite woman in front of them, just as they didn't know when they had come to this field and become a wall in a dark corner.

In their memories, there was a vague sky of yellow sand and a lot of bones, and they were so badly injured that they could not keep their minds awake until they could not open their eyes at all.

When they opened their eyes again, there was little light in their sight, and they were no longer what they were, until they gradually forgot who they were.

They have fallen, and another underworld may be a better place to be.

With a cup of tea, you can nag for a while, you can see a complete sketch, and you can spin a complete set of plainclothes.

The effort of a cup of tea is not short.

A cup of tea is not enough to drink with friends, not enough to play a game of chess with an opponent of equal strength, or even enough to eat a good meal slowly.

The effort of a cup of tea is really not long.

With just such a cup of tea, Liandie has overturned three masters, not because she is too strong, but because the opponent is not as good as before.

She had easily passed the three levels, but she had not advanced to the next level.

Instead, he turned around and looked behind him.

There was already a man standing on the edge of the cliff in the back.

This man was the same person she had met today, dressed in a black robe.

The black-robed man wore a hood, and in the wind, like a ghost, he could not see his face clearly, and it was elusive.

But she didn't care, whether it was the evil ghosts or ghosts she killed today, there were already a lot of them.

She doesn't come for killing, but she doesn't mind killing to open the way.

She was slightly surprised that the black-robed man followed behind unnoticed.

It's a little strange to the scythe in the hand of the black-robed man.

She couldn't help frowning, such a look was rare on her face.

But soon, her eyes changed back to the knife she had always seen.

Her eyes were as sharp as knives.

Her attack was as fierce and decisive as a knife.

The black-robed man is naturally Jiang Yichen.

The wind in the valley was far more fierce than he had imagined.

It took him nearly a cup of tea to jump over the thirteen plum blossom piles.

When he landed on the edge of the cliff on this side, all he could see was the last struggle of the three of them before they fell.

He could feel the murderous intent in the chest and the helpless confusion of the three of them before they died.

He could see that these three people had extraordinary skills, and when any one of them was in their heyday, they had the possibility of thwarting the butterfly.

He also saw that these three people were not what they used to be, which is also the reason why Liandie can still move forward.

He didn't know why he was here for the butterfly, but when he saw that he seemed to be prepared and was going very well, he was even more worried.

He knew that once he set foot on the other side, Butterfly would definitely not turn a blind eye to him, and would treat him as an enemy.

But he had to stand up.

He has hidden worries, even if the next one or two levels, Love Butterfly can pass smoothly, but these are just a foreshadowing for the final capture.

He had to stop Butterfly from moving on.

After all, he asked himself if he was ashamed of Tingyu Pavilion, and when he said goodbye to Ji Zhe a few months ago, he secretly promised that he would help Tingyu Pavilion get out of trouble.

It was an oath that no one knew, but he never forgot.

Right now, in order to protect the butterfly, he can only show up and force it away.

And he also thinks that he has enough strength to make Liandie retreat, even if the weapon in his hand is no longer a sword.

Love Butterfly goes all out to achieve the goal.

Facing the enemy with a sickle that does not take advantage of it, Jiang Yichen is even more vigilant.

This move is not only to force the butterfly to retreat, but also to test himself.

The soldiers will block, and the water will cover the earth, this is Jiang Yichen's combat strategy.

The scythe in his hand is still not as sharp as the sword, and he only needs to make the butterfly retreat, and he will achieve his goal.

It is precisely because Jiang Yichen has such a mentality that he has completely fallen into disadvantage since the beginning of the fight.

Both daggers and scythes are short soldiers.

The dagger is shorter than the sickle, and the force is shorter and faster, which can easily make the enemy unpredictable and suffer heavy losses, so once the first opportunity is lost, the only way to the back is to be tired of parrying.

And holding the sickle in his hand has become Jiang Yichen's biggest elbow now, he seems to have cut off an arm, and he has no power to fight back.

All the initiative is completely in the hands of Liandie, unless Liandie is unsustainable, Jiang Yichen has a chance to turn over.

However, the longer the fight continues, the more difficult it becomes for the passive defender.

Because, he always has to spend a little more effort to gain insight into the opponent's incoming moves in advance and think about countermeasures in advance, so as not to make mistakes in his busy schedule and expose flaws.

All of this needs to be done in a matter of seconds, and the difficulty can be imagined.

In normal times, if Jiang Yichen holds a sword in his hand, he will definitely be able to defeat the butterfly with the sword method within a hundred rounds, but at this time, this woman, who is slightly inferior to him, gave birth to three heads and six arms, Jiang Yichen not only has to do his best, but also has to use twice or three times the effort to maintain the stalemate.

It's really nerve-wracking.

Even though the coolness of the wind in the valley has not diminished, Jiang Yichen's hair has already soaked the hood.

The fight between the two lasted almost a stick of incense.

Jiang Yichen is still struggling to support, and he can't control the enemy, so dragging on time may not fail to achieve the goal of persuading him to retreat.

And Butterfly is clearly aware of this.

Time was precious to her, and if she continued to fight like this, it would be dark and she would have to retreat.

In an instant, the butterfly eyebrows were angry, and the dagger in his hand flashed with gold, intending to fight quickly.

Jiang Yichen was immediately overjoyed when he saw this.

The frequency of Fang Cai's love butterfly has been achieved to the extreme, and now the force, and then to reach another higher extreme, there must be a gap excessive, this force is too strong, a little careless, it is a flaw.

How could Jiang Yichen miss such a good opportunity.

In a flash of inspiration, the scythe in his hand was already attached with a layer of crystal particles.

In the previous attack, Liandie's offensive could always be retracted and released freely, but this time, she opened her bow left and right, and after being narrowly avoided by Jiang Yichen, she found that the left hand that she wanted to withdraw could not move.

At that moment, she had already realized that the dagger was entangled in the scythe and could not move, and she clearly sensed the chill coming from the dagger.

Just as she was about to attack Wei with her right hand to save Zhao, Jiang Yichen took the lead and took the sickle to meet the dagger in her right hand first.

So the two daggers have been completely frozen by a scythe!

Love Butterfly was originally a decisive person, but when he saw this, he wanted to abandon the dagger and fight the enemy with his fists and feet.

But in an instant, she changed her mind and struck her inner strength on the two daggers to break free from the scythe.

Then, without looking back to the ground, he ran towards the plum blossom pile stone platform.

Seeing the figure of the butterfly moving away, Jiang Yichen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, next, he still had a battle to fight.

Behind him, there is a dark shadow, approaching him!