The Mongolian warrior couldn't help but be deeply moved, his own sword skills could almost cut off a horse's head with two swords in one hand, but the slender-looking girl in front of him could easily block so many knives from herself. The two men closed for a moment, looked at each other for a moment, and then rushed forward almost simultaneously, the two swords roaring through the sky, so fast that they could barely see clearly, and only the continuous sound of metal clashing could be heard, accompanied by the two figures flying up and down. On the other side, Ma Biao's tiger gun forced another Mongol warrior to retreat, embarrassed.

In the distance, Tang Yu was chasing the fleeing Mongol. He really hated the order to be captured alive. It was really hard, but luckily, the man had his sleeve thrown off when he ran, and it looked as if he had broken an arm. This should be easier to handle. However, the man ran fast enough that he couldn't catch up at the moment. He wanted to know where Feng Dapeng had gone. This kind of thing is obviously his specialty. Maybe it's the guy who ran to the edge of the cliff after three or two laps. Seeing that there was no way out in front of him, he just turned around, pulled out his knife, and put on a posture to face Tang Yu Tang Yu, when he saw all this, he breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the man didn't jump off the cliff directly. He may still be alive. So he stopped, pressed the spring, drew the big knife from his waist, and walked towards the man.

After a few rounds of fighting, I felt that this man's martial arts were also good. It's just that because the weapon was too short, he lost an arm, and he still suffers a lot. Tang Yu thought that if he played here, if he was forced to jump off a cliff, it would be too bad. He pretended to be defeated and even retreated some distance.

This person has the upper hand for a while, and his sword skills become more and more powerful. Finally, he found an opportunity and rushed forward. Tang Yu wanted to hit him on the head with a sword, but he was afraid that it would be too heavy. He had a problem. As a result, the man approached him. Tang Yu didn't think it was good and didn't care too much. He grabbed the corpse with his left hand and swept it aside like a stick with his sword. The tip of the sword slashed across the man's face. The man thought he had an advantage when approaching his knife, but unexpectedly he touched the action and suddenly became dizzy. He could only hold the knife and continue to retreat. When his mind became clear, he fixed his eyes and saw that no one was in his sight.

He seemed to think of something, and just wanted to retreat, when he suddenly felt something pressing down on his back, it turned out that Tang Yu took advantage of his dizziness, sped up his pace and ran behind him, pounced, and threw his head to the ground, pressing his arm with one hand, and pressing his face on the ground with one hand to prevent him from biting his tongue. This is a method he learned to arrest people back then, and it is now in use.

Tang Yu dislocated the man's arm and chin with a hard hand, touched it again to make sure his other arm was really gone, took off the gloves, took off the person's belt, wrapped it around his ankle, reset his joints, ripped off the empty sleeve, tore it into strips of cloth, tied the man's arm at one end and his neck at the other, and finally wrapped the man's mouth around his shoulder to fight back. He thinks he really has to carry a rope with him for later use.

On the other side, Miss Shen and the Mongolian warriors had been fighting for a long time. Miss Shen holds a sword in her left hand to prevent leakage, like a shield, while the large kitchen knife she holds in her right hand attacks from time to time. With the cooperation of swords and swords, the Mongol warriors were gradually losing their advantage. The last knife was cut down, and the sword in Miss Shen's hand swung away, and the sword was stuck in the gap between the sword blocks, and Miss Shen folded it hard, and the tip of the sword became thinner, once it was broken, Miss Shen turned around, and the knife slashed at the Mongolian warrior's neck, a pillar of blood, and the Mongolian warrior fell to the ground, leaving only a slight convulsion. Miss Shen turned her head to see that Ma Biao's spear over there had also pierced into the stomach of another Mongolian warrior, and with a hard pickaxe, the Mongolian warrior turned around half a circle and flew more than ten feet. It was clear that she could not survive.

Confused. Tang Yu continued to muddy the water. He smiled, "You rat demon, you dare to steal even the demon judge's waist card." Tell me frankly, where did you steal it?"