As soon as the word "department" of the relationship came out, Dugu Yan suddenly grabbed Wei Jianhua's approach, Wei Jianhua was startled, it was too late to escape, his mind was confused, and he said in his heart: "Could it be that he has something to do with my wife?"

Then listen to the sound of metal being cut......

It turned out that a cold arrow shot at the back of his head, and Dugu Yan swung his sword to split the arrow. Under the thick shade of the tree, a person stood up, the man was wearing a black robe, covered his face with a black cloth, held a bow in his hand, and sneered: "Stinky boy, sure enough, I still let Lao Tzu catch up with you, I didn't expect to come so much!"

As he spoke, a cold light flashed, and a broad sword rested around his neck, and the man appeared in front of him with a devilish face.

The tip of Fu Yingmei's sword was slightly oblique, cutting through the corner of the masked man's neck, and bright red blood flowed slightly.

"Say, who are you, and why are you here?"

The man smiled coldly and said, "What you want to know, I could have told you, but unfortunately, it was all cut off by you." As soon as he closed his eyes, he suddenly turned into a puff of white smoke and disappeared.

Dugu Yan exclaimed: "This is a kind of magic, could it be that some of their people have also cultivated Dao techniques such as Qimen?"

Fu Yingmei said: "This is not a technique, it is a kind of ninjutsu, be careful of you." ”

Dugu Yan also felt that a murderous aura was approaching him, but the other party was invisible, and he couldn't tell where he was.

The breeze blew, and a large number of fallen leaves gathered on the ground were swimming, and with the breeze, they gradually moved closer to the direction of Duguyan.

Dugu Yan suddenly slashed at the pile of fallen leaves without warning in advance, but seeing a stream of blood flash from the fallen leaves, the masked man suddenly came out of the pile of fallen leaves, and a large mouth that was more than a foot long and an inch deep fell on his chest, and blood splattered out three feet away.

The man's frightened face twitched a few times, and then he ran in the direction of Fu Yingmei, and after not taking many steps, he was hit by another sword in the back of the neck, and this time he fell to the ground, and the blood flowed out five or six steps away, and he finally didn't move.

Fu Yingmei smiled: "Yes, boy! ”

Dugu Yan replied flatly: "You are not old......"

Fu Yingmei was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and when the laughter stopped, a team of people suddenly appeared, there were more than two or three hundred people, each holding a steel knife and glaring angrily.

"You brought all these people?" Dugu Yan suddenly interrupted her laughter.

Fu Yingmei said: "Yes, if it weren't for me, why send these people." ”

"Who are they?"

"Seventy-two Island Dragoon Tiger Guard Legion, they are not easy to deal with, do you want to try?"

Dugu Yan took a moment, only to see that there was another person on the opposite tree, only the corner of the cyan clothes was exposed, followed by eleven different colors of clothes, they were the twelve colors of the rivers and lakes.

These deadly monsters, combined with twelve wonderful killers, in today's world, there are few people who are not afraid.

Dugu Yan turned around and said to Hongyu: "Look for a chance to break through, you and Hongxia are not suitable for this kind of fight." ”

Hongyu nodded slightly, signaling Dugu Yan to be careful.

A fierce battle is inevitable, and both sides can be regarded as the strongest masters.

Xie Niudao, Qiu Kuhai, Men Hongtao, Yipeng Daoren, Fu Yingmei, and almost all the masters who are still alive in the entire Central Plains are here, why do they seem to be pitiful? It's not because of these twelve strange people in front of them! I don't know how many masters like today have died at their hands, and I don't know how many people have challenged them, and his answer is that he is still standing intact in front of everyone today.

With the word "kill", more than 200 guys who were not afraid of death waved their knives and killed Dugu Yan and others.

Although these minions who are fighting in the front are not afraid of death, and their skills are also very high, they are not the key, the key person is still the twelve-colored, and their indiscriminate bombardment is still to create the conditions for the final lore for the twelve-color.

Really powerful characters are often the last ones to appear.

Qiu Kuhai's whole body was like steel, swinging left and right, jumping up and down, and knocking down more than a dozen dragon riders and tiger guards in a row, but he was suddenly killed unconsciously, and he was hit in eleven vital points. Of the twelve who challenged him, he avoided only one.

Dugu Yan saw that the situation was not good, if he continued to fight like this, he was afraid that more people would fall like this.

He hurriedly shouted, "Everyone try to get as close as possible to avoid being attacked by the Twelve-Colored again." ”

As soon as these words came out, Men Hongtao, Hongzhi, Xie Demon and others gathered together, and opened a bloody road, Hongyu and Hongxia wanted to break through, but they were defeated by these deadly dragon riders and tiger guards, and finally were trapped in it.

The twelve colors are not stupid, pick the weakest move, the probability of success is the greatest, only every time they succeed, they boost morale, and finally win this melee.

So, the twelve people unanimously locked their eyes on Hongxia's body, and then they seemed to be twelve off-string arrows, and instantly pounced on him.

That day, Dugu Yan passed on some of her own swordsmanship, she has been practicing hard, and she feels that her kung fu is not inferior to her sister Hongyu, but in front of these monsters, she is still as fragile as paper, and it only takes a moment to be torn apart.

Dangdangdang...... There was a rapid sound of metal clashes, and Hongyu Shi unfolded the nine chapters of swordsmanship she had learned, and flicked away several attacks, but if she was alone, she wouldn't be able to save Hongxia, and a guy who gave Twelve-Colors a headache suddenly separated the crowd and ran over to help her repel the attacks of the remaining few people.

Everyone raised their eyes to the past, and the person who helped was Fu Yingmei.

Twelve-color led people to chase and kill all the way, but never succeeded, first, she ran fast, second, she was also very good at fighting, although it was far from enough to deal with Twelve-color with one person's strength, but Twelve-color wanted to kill her, and it was definitely not a blow to succeed.

Even with the help of Hongyu and Fu Yingmei, Hongxia's left shoulder was still hit, and she didn't even see the opponent's moves and weapons clearly, and she didn't even know that Hongyu and Fu Yingmei teamed up to block an attack for her.

She felt only a tingling in her shoulder, and when she looked back, her left arm was gone.

She almost fainted in despair, and Hongyu hurriedly stopped the bleeding for her. She was trembling and couldn't speak, let alone continue fighting.

The twelve colors are not a child's house, and when they saw that they couldn't succeed with one blow, they instantly launched a second strong attack.

Fortunately, Dugu Yan rushed to help Fu Yingmei, and teamed up to catch the twelve-colored blow again, but if there was a third time, Fu Yingmei was obviously unable to insist, even so, Dugu Yan still admired her.

"It's really remarkable that a woman can be so strong. ”

Fu Yingmei said: "What's wrong with women? Don't underestimate people!"

Dugu Yan also smiled: "But among these people, I don't admire you the most." ”

Fu Yingmei asked, "Who?"

Dugu Yan smiled slightly, both mocking and admiring: "Your son!"