Uncle Gong's eyes widened, and his momentum was surging.

Uncle Gong is a first-class master, he will not take the initiative to make a move on weekdays, it is too embarrassing to take the initiative to make a move, and he has no master demeanor.

This is the time to kill the thief.

Therefore, Uncle Gong took the initiative.

Uncle Gong stretched out his index finger, the nail cover of the tip of the index finger was shiny, and the sharp finger qi burst out.

"Whew!"

This finger is aimed at the neck of the middle-aged man.

If the middle-aged man can't dodge, he will be directly hit in the neck by this finger bullet, leaving a finger hole in his neck, blood spurting out, and he will die on the spot.

The middle-aged man's eyes were deeply jealous, and he didn't dare to take it hard.

So the middle-aged man stepped away and dodged to the side.

"Poof!"

That finger brushed the middle-aged man's neck, and the middle-aged man felt a hot pain in his neck, and touched it with his hand, and it turned out that a piece of skin had fallen off.

Turning around to take a look, the middle-aged man was secretly frightened, and that finger pierced the mountain wall, leaving a deep hole in the mountain wall.

This hole is so deep that you can't get the whole picture at a glance.

But it also made the middle-aged man feel scared.

This hunchbacked old man, his martial arts are really terrifying! He really deserves the title of a first-class master!

The middle-aged man didn't dare to act rashly, so he set his eyes on Xiao Qingbi, who was hiding aside.

This hunchbacked old man has strong martial arts, and the sleepy young man next to him may be a soft persimmon!

The middle-aged man's eyes were like torches, staring directly at Xiao Qingbi. Xing may take this young man and threaten the hunchbacked old man!

So the middle-aged man ordered the soldiers to surround Uncle Gong, so that Uncle Gong could not get out for the time being, while he cooperated with several good players to strive to win Xiao Qingbi in one fell swoop.

The soldiers stepped forward one after another, and all kinds of weapons and martial arts moves were frequently used, which made Uncle Gong feel big.

These soldiers have been professionally trained, have tacit cooperation, and are meticulous in their actions, which is very difficult.

Uncle Gong just slapped off a soldier, and the next moment, another soldier slashed with a blade.

Fight off the soldier with the blade again, and you will receive the move of the soldier with the spear.

They acted in an orderly manner, and Uncle Gong felt extremely tricky and couldn't get out in a short time.

The middle-aged man smiled, and this was the effect he wanted.

After that, the middle-aged man ignored Uncle Gong and quietly surrounded Xiao Qingbi with a few soldiers.

Xiao Qingbi leaned on the mountain wall and was drowsy, her eyelids were fighting, and she couldn't lift it up because of her heaviness.

The middle-aged man sneered, and said secretly in his heart: "This young man is just starting out, and when he is in such a big war, he actually dozed off, look at how the young master treats you!"

The middle-aged man waved his hand, and several soldiers rushed up.

These soldiers were among the best in this operation.

They are good at making swords, and their swordsmanship is unique, and they have defeated many masters in the rivers and lakes.

At this moment, the swords in their hands exuded killing intent, and everyone used their own tricks to viciously stab Xiao Qingbi's limbs.

Although he wants to arrest Xiao Qingbi as a hostage, he doesn't need to scruple too much, as long as he guarantees Xiao Qingbi's life.

As a result, these swordsmen all performed their strongest swordsmanship.

The middle-aged man showed a sinister smile, and a smug look appeared on his face.

Not far away, Uncle Gong saw it, and he didn't panic, just took care of himself and talked around with the soldiers around him.

The middle-aged man thought that the siege of the soldiers was in effect, and Uncle Gong couldn't get out.

In fact, Uncle Gong was dismissive, and Xiao Qingbi was also a second-rate powerhouse, so there was no need for him to worry about it at all.

Just when the middle-aged man was elated, Xiao Qingbi suddenly opened his eyes.

Xiao Qingbi had anger in her eyes.

Originally, he thought that he could be lazy and rest against the mountain wall for a while, but he was disturbed, how could he not be angry?

He frowned, and instantly drew the saber at his waist.

The soldiers who were still attacking only felt a light in their eyes, and then a blood mark appeared on their necks.

The bloodstain was caused by Xiao Qingbi's sword.

Xiao Qingbi came first, and swung several swords in an instant, each sword cut through the blood vessels on the enemy's neck, the blood vessels burst and bled nonstop, the enemy felt weak, and then fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

However, from the time these soldiers made a move, to Xiao Qingbi sending them down to the Yellow Spring, it was only four or five breaths.

The middle-aged man was frightened and involuntarily took a step back.

The middle-aged man's eyes widened, this Xiao Qingbi's martial arts seemed to be very strong!

The sword just now, if he were to take it, he wouldn't be able to take it!

The middle-aged man showed a look of deep jealousy, the sleepy young man in front of him, although his martial arts were not as good as the hunchbacked old man, but he was also much stronger than himself!

The middle-aged man is full of remorse, and it seems that he will only fail when he sends troops tonight!

Xiao Qingbi looked at the middle-aged man and said, "You are their leader?"

Uncle Gong arranged for him to hide in a corner, and after he hid in the corner, he fell asleep and knew little about the battle situation.

The middle-aged man's momentum was declining and he didn't dare to speak.

Xiao Qingbi looked left and right, and couldn't see the second person who was more like the leader.

So he decided on the identity of the middle-aged man.

Xiao Qingbi said: "Since this is the case, then you can go and die." ”

Xiao Qingbi shook her spirits, and her sword exuded a chill.

The middle-aged man swallowed his saliva, forcibly calmed down, and made a move angrily.

As the saying goes, strike first to be strong, and then to suffer!

Strike first, maybe you can seize the opportunity and catch the other party off guard!

It's a pity that the middle-aged man is facing Xiao Qingbi, who is a top second-rate martial artist.

Xiao Qingbi squinted her eyes and saw the flaws of the middle-aged man, so she slashed her sword and picked the middle-aged man's armpit.

The middle-aged man was in pain, and the next moment he saw his arm flying, and then lowered his head to look at his shoulder, and his arm was already broken.

The middle-aged man's heart collapsed and he retreated in horror.

He, afraid of death!

Xiao Qingbi didn't give him a chance to live, he pressed step by step, but he didn't come out of the sword.

The middle-aged man was forced by Xiao Qingbi to retreat again and again, and after taking six or seven steps back, he suddenly spit out blood with a "wow", his legs were weak and fell to the ground, and the next moment, the feces and urine were all down, and there was no second-rate martial artist's bearing at all.

Xiao Qingbi shook her head helplessly and sighed.

The sword light was light, and it gently took away the middle-aged man's head.

"Poof!"

When the soldiers present heard the sound of their heads hitting the ground, they immediately felt that they had lost their backbone, and for a while, the army's heart was weakened, and it was difficult to parry Uncle Gong's attack.

At this time, Xiao Qingbi walked into the crowd with a sword.

One old and one young, they immediately beat the well-trained soldiers and horses, until later, every trick and style can be used to harvest lives.

The two of them are like the gods of death in the night, killing people like cutting grass, without any emotion or mercy.

It didn't take long for only the two of them to stand in the darkness.

The smell of blood permeated the air and did not dissipate for a long time.