Once again, all arrows were fired.

The Four Great Holy Monks suddenly felt a great deal of trouble!

Just because the enemy in front of him was expected to be the enemy's first, he had already preemptively stood in the eye of the four-person combined attack formation. The arrows shot by his own side, with his guidance, blocked the movement of the four holy monks in seconds.

The formation of four people has been broken!

What's even more terrifying is that unconsciously, under the guidance of the opponent's spiritual power, they are exposed to the opponent's attack range at the same time!

Fight the sword with chess, and fight the enemy with the sword. In the process of chasing and killing Fu Junwu, this person saw through the secret technique of the Goryeo master Fu Cailin and used it in breaking the formation.

Jia Xiang suddenly felt a pang of despair.

Yuwen Tuo, it's terrible.

All kinds of different types of weapons, knives, guns, swords, battles, spears, axes, frantically attacked Yuwen Tuo from all directions, and the murderous aura filled the audience.

But Yuwen Tuo is like a mountain towering in a storm, and even the strongest wind cannot make him shake in the slightest. In his eyes, there are only the four holy monks.

There is a strange charm in his eyes that makes people dare not look at it and makes people tremble.

His entire entry represents a kind of power that is almost heaven and earth, with no beginning and no end, and it is so vast that no human force can compete with it.

No matter what weapon hits him, it loses its power. On the contrary, those who tried to attack him did not know what force was counterattacking and plummeted back. Those who are weak in skill will die instantly.

Finally, he came within five feet of the four holy monks. Without warning, a black mist appeared around him, enveloping him within five feet.

Move, swing your sword, slash.

Heaven and earth suddenly stopped.

Jiaxiang suddenly felt that at this moment, the universe was silent.

This sword has no time and distance limit at all, and when he saw it, it was actually already inserted in his chest, and all the time in the middle was almost nothing.

This kind of knife technique, you are Mo Xiaolou!

It was his last feeling.

When the black fog cleared, everyone was shocked to find that-

Jiaxiang, die!

The Four Great Holy Monks, Die!

Everyone stopped.

Silent.

A long howl sounded in Mo Xiaolou's mouth, and then he jumped.

This leap across the space, beyond the limit of his light skills, the figure in a touching posture, beyond all the beauty of the world, like a whimsy, in the void to draw a beautiful arc, killing Fan Qinghui under the rain curtain.

Just as he was about to enter within ten steps of Fan Qinghui, suddenly a rain of arrows struck, Mo Xiaolou's figure flashed back, and the eighteen hussars who had been riding and shooting on the western slope galloped and stopped Mo Xiaolou on the way forward.

Mo Xiaolou was determined, he held a sword in his left hand, and his right hand, I don't know when he had an extra knife, the knife was three feet long, and Yangzhou Bamboo Flower Gang craftsmen built it, which was most suitable for slashing in the laneway.

It is said that when a sword and a sword are combined, they can burst out with great power.

Swords are murder weapons.

When it was made from the beginning, it was used to kill.

The sword is a gentleman, and a gentleman loves to kill the most: everyone knows the heroic sword. Back then, Bai Qi used it to kill countless Zhao Jun. In the Battle of Changping, Bai Qi killed hundreds of thousands of surrendered soldiers, causing the extremely strong military power of Zhao to decline in an instant.

Mrs. Xu's sword, Jing Ke used it to kill, or commit suicide.

......

The knife is different, the knife is the overlord, it belongs to the blood, and it dominates animals.

Mo Xiaolou is actually not a person who loves to kill, but he is never soft on those who should be killed.

In the sky, there is a lone goose flying.

It fell behind in this rainstorm.

The hand rises and falls, and the ride falls.

The Iron Rider will protect the Dharma, and the congenital peak master "Evil Monk" Fa is difficult to shout and fight.

A sword breaks through the air, the law is difficult, and it is a pawn.

Thousands of masters, including the eighteen hussars, surrounded Mo Xiaolou.

Mo Xiaolou did not retreat but advanced, rushing into the crowd.

Swords come out together, harvesting these fragile and lowly lives.

Kill the Turkic hussars first, then kill the thieves and lackeys, and kill anyone who dares to block it.

These people can only go to hell, and the souls of the dead in this land will not spare them.

Each of them is at least an acquired master in martial arts, but they only have the fate of death. You must know that martial arts and killing are completely different things.

Blood stained the rain curtain red, brilliant and beautiful.

"Don't, I don't want to fight!"

"It's the devil, it's the devil, how can it be beaten, wow-"

"He's really the reincarnation of an artifact—"

"Run, run—"

"Wow-"

The shouts and cries merge into one breath, and the person who shouted one moment may turn into a corpse the next. I wanted to retreat, but maybe I was cut by some escaped knife qi, and blood splattered everywhere.

Some had broken hands and feet, some had necks, and some had been shot from the top of the mountain, piercing with crossbow arrows that ignored our enemies. All sorts of wounds, gushing blood, stumps flying.

The killings continued.

Mo Xiaolou didn't need any moves, just a simple slash.

The monks of the Meditation Monastery were watching from a short distance, but no one dared to come to support.

The eyes of the four great vajra are already angry, fearful, and ......

None of the four are empty.

......

When all the swords and swords dissipated, there was only one person left standing in that square area.

Covered in blood, his hair was scattered, and his clothes were flying. The sword in his hand was held tighter.

Fan Qinghui suddenly raised the Buddha's name and sighed: "Yuwen Tuo, you are indeed very strong, but it is a pity that you are alone here, and your true qi has been exhausted." ”

"Yes," Mo Xiaolou paused and continued, "But it's enough to kill you." ”

Before the words fell, the sword light had reached Fan Qinghui's eyes, but Fan Qinghui suddenly retreated, as if he deliberately made a way to give him a chance to escape.

Behind Fan Qinghui is the Grand Canal, as long as you jump into it, you can escape.

This was Mo Xiaolou's plan, kill Fan Qinghui, jump into the river and leave. But now Fan Qinghui took the initiative to get out of the way, but it was unexpected.

There will be an ambush in the river!

But when he was about to change his route, the four King Kongs, who were originally dormant, suddenly attacked from both sides of him!

Mo Xiaolou secretly said in his heart that it was not good.

Even if you cut chickens, you have to be half tired to death if you cut thousands of them.

What's more, the other party is a master, he is also a human being, and finally inevitably feels exhausted, and it is impossible to kill the four monks in an instant like just now. At this time, as long as you suffer a palm, you will inevitably fall behind.

To make matters worse, his psychic sense told him that in the next moment, a large area behind his back would be attacked by explosives—

He had no choice but to move forward and jump into the canal.

If you move forward, there will be at least a glimmer of life, and if you retreat, you will fall into a siege again, and at that time, with your own mental state, you will not be spared.

Fight!

Damn, it's obviously a rainy day, and there is not a single thunder!

He didn't hesitate, jumped into the river, and sank to the bottom.

Transporting the method of holding his breath, Mo Xiaolou went retrograde upstream at a faster speed than the water flow, and headed towards Yangzhou.

To his gratification, there was no ambush underwater, could it be that a life-threatening crisis was resolved in an unexpected way?

At this moment, Mo Xiaolou suddenly felt that the water flow around him was abnormal, and the water flow became turbulent, which seemed to make him, a great master and master, feel suffocated.

His keen intuition made him subconsciously surface, and when he looked up, he saw an overwhelming mudslide covering his side, if he was buried by this force of nature, he would have to shed his skin if he didn't die!

"What...... What!"

He actually had a feeling that he was fighting with himself, and it was probably not Fan Qinghui who made the plan for this siege!

There's no way to hide!

The torrent finally buried him completely.

Boom Boom –

The continuous sound of explosions came and went, and it was precisely centered on the location where Mo Xiaolou had just been buried! The explosion was so dense that a mushroom cloud almost rose in place.

It was only then that the heroes who were chasing him breathed a sigh of relief, and the man who looked like a demon was finally dead.

There are people who are not mentally strong, and suddenly their hearts are shaken, facing the direction of the explosion, and they kneel down......

It wasn't until the explosion sounded, far away, in a mountain stream that a woman like a moonlit night elf chuckled lightly and said to a woman beside her who was also extremely beautiful: "Master, it's become a mile." ”

This elf-like woman, dressed in white and barefoot, is none other than Wan Wan. Needless to say, the person on the side is naturally Zhu Yuyan.

"This time it's all up to Wan'er's ingenuity. ”

"Hehe, what the strange Shu millet said, whether it is an attack or an assassination, the right time, place and people are indispensable. It was after carefully studying the terrain here that she concluded that Yuwen Tuo would go from here. The whole stretch of the river was covered with explosives by me, and he was lifeless. ”

Wan Wan clenched her fists, looked up at the sky, and murmured: "Uncle stupid, Wan Er is very powerful now, one day, I will kill Ning Daoqi to avenge you!"