Fluffy~~~~

The door of the room closed by the two of them was slammed open again, and a few men covering their mouths and noses rolled out of each of them, but before these men could react, the two figures suddenly attacked, and these not weak hands between the sharp swords were silent.

The wind sounded suddenly, a colorful cloud floated out from the inside, Xu Ziling slapped it out with a palm, and the colorful cloud was in the middle, a round of soft and unfocused feeling, Xu Ziling concentrated on his palm and continued to blast out, and the soft feeling suddenly sealed a palm.

A bald beauty suddenly appeared among the clouds, it was Yanni Changzhen.

Her big eyes were black and bright, her delicate face was flushed with a healthy flush, the corners of her eyes were slanted upwards under her silky thin eyebrows, her cheeks were high and her nose was straight, her pink lips were matched with neat snow-white teeth, and her intense light shone on them like the sun.

But at this moment, this glamorous nun is like frost and snow at the moment, her delicate face is like resentment and crying, her lips are crying blood, and her body is colliding out.

Chang Zhen is wearing a long robe with a bright color like clouds, and it is not easy to feel at the moment, her colorful clothes skills are the secret skills of the master, not only can be ever-changing, but also the best at resolving the true qi of the inner family, I thought that even if I was hit, I would not be injured on the spot.

But the confrontation with Xu Ziling's left palm had a strange feeling that could not be resolved, so he had to take a hard beat, snorted, and threw the whole person up.

This glamorous nun is not easy to mess with, and when she threw it back, she shook her hand and shot out a puff of thin needles like cow hairs, and went to Xu Ziling to face the back cover, as if the poisonous wasp who was provoked showed her poisonous needle behind her tail.

Jiang Shaofeng was in the other door, when the wooden door should be broken, four spears stabbed in, this place should be their ambush point, there are many people around, affected by the fire and smoke, for a while, it is not clear how many people are outside.

In Jiang Shaofeng's hand, the moon in the well surged with thousands of essences, the person and the knife seemed to be fused into one, the speed surged, and it shot like an arrow into the four spearmen who were about to climb the steps, the sword light flickered, and the four figures froze, and fell to the ground one after another.

Xu Ziling was forcing Chang Zhen back into the smoking hall at this time, although Chang Zhen's bull hair poison needle was powerful, but Xu Ziling, who was calm, was amazing, and Chang Zhen's methods were completely crushed.

At this time, more than ten big men rushed out of the lobby in one go, all of them were not weak, and they were obviously all good players, Jiang Shaofeng rushed to meet him like a swimming fish, and the well in his hand was raised and brushed from time to time, and the thirteen men had a red mark on their necks, and they fell to the ground one by one along the momentum.

Chang Zhen was forced by Xu Ziling, and sensed the incomparable crisis, and while barely parrying, she let out a long chant to guide others to come and save her.

Xu Ziling bounced up to avoid Chang Zhen's palm, and with two palms, he incorporated all the fine needles that Chang Zhen shot again into the strength of his palm, and then spun a small circle and pushed it outward.

The cow hair needle turned into a point of light in the sky, completely enveloping the seven or eight big men who rushed to the rescue. The smoke was shrouded, everyone was in tears, and their vision was blocked and they couldn't react, and these reinforcements who came to the rescue were all hit by the means.

In the screams, the Han began to dodge in a hurry, but there were still five people in the embarrassment who fell to the ground with poisonous hair, you must know that Chang Zhen was born in the evil sect, and he was the best at harming people.

Jiang Shaofeng rushed into the smoke-filled periphery, the moon in the well in his hand conjured up bursts of yellow clouds, the lightning in his left hand poked out, holding the knife that was attacking, and threw it with force and smashed this person directly towards the two people around him, and the internal strength vomited wildly, and all three of them spurted blood and fell.

He threw a long knife with his backhand, which pierced directly through the two attacking good hands.

The enemy swarmed out of the gates, leaving them with no way out. Under the light of countless torches, there were hundreds of enemies outside, and Jiang Shaofeng blocked the few narrow places that had to be passed.

Every time he slashed out, the knife circled and circled, either someone fell down with the knife, or smashed the enemy back, and from time to time threw out the snatched blade, causing serious injuries and even death to many enemies.

One shot and one knife, attacking from the left and right sides, are full of skill, and they are obviously outstanding in the enemy formation. But Jiang Shaofeng easily grabbed the barrel of the gun and shook it hard, the barrel of the gun hit the blade, and the two weapons just grazed Jiang Shaofeng's body and slid over.

He took advantage of this moment to bully himself, the knife in his hand was shining, two blood flowers splashed out, and two more enemies were killed by him, but the enemy in front of him was still densely packed, and I am afraid that others would have been desperate for a long time!

Jiang Shaofeng's mind at this time is also as quiet as the moon in the well, which can reflect every trace of change in this tragic battlefield, the long knife is faster than lightning, every attack has a victory, the real strength is concentrated in the limbs, every time he encounters the enemy's weapon, he immediately borrows the power of things, and the enemy can't help but fall back, and those with a little shallow skill immediately fall to the ground.

Jiang Shaofeng seems to be dominating the direction of the battlefield, and many good players of the Iron Cavalry Club who kill by one person almost collapse, and there are many people who flee in a hurry.

Clang~~~

There was a crisp sound, and the audience was shaken.

This was the first time tonight that someone had blocked Jiang Shaofeng's blade, and the surrounding enemies retreated in all directions like a tide. This person is a vicious monk holding a Zen staff, who was knocked back by Jiang Shaofeng and hit a pillar, standing with a horizontal staff at this moment, wearing a steel hoop on his forehead, tall and vicious, wearing a red monk's robe, and a little scary with a wicked look.

"The evil monk is difficult!"

Jiang Shaofeng threw out a knife, accurately wiped the neck of an opponent, and then raised the knife to close the neck, the person who was wiped by the knife slipped down the sword that was about to be handed to Jiang Shaofeng's eyes, and the slightest difference brushed Jiang Shaofeng's clothes.

"Hmph~"

Dharma Nan snorted coldly, and called a Buddha and said: "Amitabha, this monk is the Dharma Tribulation, boy, you are in calamity today." ”

A very bewitching woman's voice said: "Brother Fa Nan'er, don't rub it in, these two little brothers are not simple, facing others, eyeing each other, ah!! little brother slow down, it hurt~~~."

Everyone is going to be swallowed by Brother Jun, why don't you come to help!"

Chang Zhen whispered behind Jiang Shaofeng's back, and the good hands she recruited before still had some effect, so that she finally had a chance to breathe, and after gaining a firm foothold, she cooperated with some good hands on her side to besiege Xu Ziling, and now she still has the heart to laugh.

Xu Ziling shot faster, snatched the blade from time to time between beckonings, and every time he threw out, it was a life-saving stop, and there were many good hands around, but compared to Jiang Shaofeng, his pressure was not great, and he made spicy moves from time to time, Chang Zhen didn't say nonsense, she was indeed still in danger.

The giant eyes of the martyrdom showed anger, and he suddenly threw out the heavy iron staff on his shoulder. The heavy Zen staff smashed against the whistling wind, and the momentum of more than 200 catties of jumping Dharma was really not weak.