The night wind passed over the night wall, the cold moon was bleak, the crows on the roof were dense, and the middle-aged general in white and iron horse stood in place with a gun and a blank expression. is also dressed in white, Zhao Wu'an's body is overflowing with sword energy, his long hair is fluttering, and the five swords in front of him are suspended in the air.

Standing in the middle of the two, Du Shenquan, who was about to be attacked from the front and back, still stood with his hands in his hands, his expression indifferent. Dai Lou Sangyu's Gu poison had indeed entered his body, but the contact time was too short, the amount of poison was very small, and the poison that was enough to kill ordinary people was far from being impossible to resist in the eyes of a first-class master. Now that he has been healing his wounds for half a long time, although Du Shenquan's skill has not returned to its full state, it is almost the same. Even if Yan returned and Zhao Wu'an attacked at the same time, he was confident that he would take it.

What's more, seeing the second prince of the Ye Kingdom again, Yan's mentality at this time must be extremely interesting. Du Shuquan felt that he was not afraid,

All of this fell under the eyes of Dailou Sangyu.

She didn't understand why Zhao Wu'an wanted to come back to save her, why she was obviously reluctant, but she still put on a posture of doing it to Du Shenquan.

Her skills are not as good as others, and if she can't bring back Dushan Jade, she will lose, or die, which is beyond reproach.

Zhao Wu'an just wanted to stir up the situation. She felt helpless and distressed. It wouldn't hurt if she died here, but she didn't want to drag Zhao Wu'an down.

There was a sudden surge of warmth in the limbs, and out of nowhere, Dai Lou Sangyu leaned against the wall with his almost shattered shoulders, stretched out his hand to support himself, and slowly stood up.

Although he was ignorant and didn't know where this power came from, Dailou Sangyu understood that he had the strength to fight again.

She has never been good at words, so this time, she didn't say a word, just stood by Zhao Wu'an's side.

Du Shuquan smiled coldly: "Why bother? There is a world of difference between one and two products, even if it is one against three, I am not afraid of you." “

Seeing that Dailou Sangyu was standing beside him again, and there was no danger to his life, Zhao Wu'an was shocked, and he was secretly relieved in his heart.

But at the moment of the great enemy, he also knows that with Du Shenquan's face, there is no chance to turn around except for fighting to the death. In order to save Dailou Sangyu, Zhao Wuan had no other choice.

So he took another step forward and almost touched the Du Wound Spring Body Qi Wall.

"No Anben is not intended to offend...... But this matter involves Sang Yu, offended.

Du Shuquan sneered: "Firefly candles don't measure themselves. “

There was a bang in mid-air, and the mulberry pickers, Bodhisattva Man, and Su Musha flew out together, and in an instant, three dents were printed in the air, and the sound of tremors was endless.

Although Du Shenquan was disdainful in his mouth, he saw that Zhao Wu'an really started to move, and he himself was highly poisonous, so he didn't dare to hold it up, so he used his hands for the first time from tonight.

Du Shenquan's famous stunt is a clear wind palm, but the housekeeping kung fu is a Xiaowu fist that is rarely used in front of ordinary people. Zhao Wu'an was able to break through his "clear wind and mist" in one word, presumably through Gu Rulai's pseudonym, and saw through his true identity.

The matter has come to this point, and Du Shenquan no longer has the heart to spare his talents. After ten years of hard work in Pingshan Inn, Du Shenquan is for this batch of goods, and it is impossible for a prince who is in a foreign land to retreat!

With his left hand, he handed out a piece of qi to make up for the dent on the qi wall, Du Shenquan's body moved, and the five fingers of his right hand were clenched, and in an instant it became an unbreakable iron fist. As he stepped forward, a punch struck out from the dense qi wall.

The fist wind hit the wall of qi, and with a slight tremble, it dispersed into a cloud of mist. The fog seemed to contain countless intertwined energy, and the three swords that were stuck in the wall were shaken by this fist wind, and they retreated uncontrollably.

Du Hurt Spring stood still, and the three-foot clouds and mist on his side gathered and dispersed, full of majestic weather.

"After the three styles, if the seniors are still unwilling to retreat, Wu'an has to sacrifice the Luo Shen Fu in the box!"

The wind was startled, and Zhao Wu'an shouted loudly.

If Du Shenquan's strength is like this, Zhao Wu'an knows that it is useless to hide clumsily in front of him, so he can only hold the heart of breaking the cauldron and fight against the water.

The three swords have fallen, and three more swords have appeared in the box behind Zhao Wu'an.

Poppies, magpies, pulsatillas.

The blade of the pulsatilla emitted a vast blue light, almost reaching the top of the house, startling the crows on the eaves. The magpie stepped on the branch and the sword intent was dripping, as if he was lifting a pen and ink, and sprinkled it towards the wall of qi around Du Shuquan.

And the lightest of the six swords, the poppy, turned into an unpredictable faint aura and dissolved into the night.

Pulsatilla is blue.

has known each other for more than ten years, what is the purpose of Zhao Wu'an's move, how could Dailou Sangyu not know.

Although Luoshen's swordsmanship is endless, it is not like a tiger in Zhao Wu'an's hands, but it is better to say that this is the only reliance that Zhao Wu'an can rely on to walk the rivers and lakes. And the opponent of this battle is Du Shenquan, who is a high-ranking person, and it is impossible not to see the poppy beauty that Zhao Wu'an deliberately hides in the second sword killing machine.

With the mighty pulsatilla and magpie stepping on the branch as a guide, secretly handing out the poppy, encountering a second-grade master or surprise, but it can not hide Du Shenquan's eyes.

Therefore, the victory or defeat of this round does not actually depend on Zhao Wu'an, but on others.

Yan Huilai suddenly burst out from the depths of his throat with a roar like a mourning dog, his eyes were bleeding, and he brandished his spear and killed Du Shenquan's back.

Dailou Sang Yulian moved lightly, and a new Gu was born in his right palm. A few fleshy worms with blood foam wriggled out of her sleeves, and crawled towards Du Shuquan under the cover of the vast blue light in the sky. They are fat, but they are fast.

This is the broken intestine blood Gu that Dailou Sangyu used to kill the second-grade master Xie Yan when he was in Jiangnan Province. This kind of poison refining is also not easy, but it is much cheaper than the Gu Poison Insect King, and Dailou Sangyu can also take several of them with him at a time.

This kind of Gu insect is non-poisonous in the body, and it cannot be killed if it is not close to the body, and the advantage is that it acts quickly and the breath is extremely hidden. Xie Yan didn't notice it in the slightest before this insect burst into his body at that time.

Attacked by three parties, although Du Shenquan's eyes were fixed on the magpie stepping branch and the two swords of the pulsatilla that were speeding towards him, wanting to break through the qi wall head-on, he was already secretly wary of the poppy who disappeared in a flash, and he did not panic in the slightest.

The spear that Yan returned touched the invisible qi wall on Du Shenquan's side, and it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and all his strength was smashed into nothingness.

The two swords of the magpie stepping branch and the pulsatilla roared one after the other, but almost at the same time, Du Shuquan raised his hand and fist, and was forcibly blocked in the air. If it weren't for Zhao Wu'an's forcible Qi Afterburner, he would almost have to be pushed back to the ground like the previous three swords.

Five or six Broken Intestine Blood Gu secretly crossed the invisible qi wall under the cover of the vast blue light. Rao Yi was the magic power of Du Wound Spring, and he had already put all his spare energy on guarding against Yu Meiren, but he didn't notice the broken intestine blood Gu that was slowly walking into his qi wall.

The sword intent of the Luo Shen sword box was cold, and there were already five flying swords scattered indiscriminately between Zhao Wu'an and Du Shenquan, but there was no trace of the poppy beauty.

With a click, Yan's returning spear suddenly broke.

Zhao Wu'an raised his finger behind him, and a light flying sword randomly wrapped around his fingertips.

Those few broken intestine blood Gu finally crawled to Du Shenquan's feet.

Until this time, this first-class master, who is famous for his fists, has not been aware of it at all.

Zhao Wu'an frowned slightly, and he had an indescribable feeling. Although it is not difficult to achieve this kind of cooperation with him and Dailou Sangyu, Du Shenquan has not reacted until this time, and it seems that something is too wrong.

Soon, his sense of foreboding was confirmed.

And what confirmed this premonition was something that fell from the sky.

The thing was the size of a ball, with a faint glare of color in the night, and it was suddenly thrown from the roof and smashed at the feet of Du Wound Spring. Those few broken intestine blood Gu who had worked so hard to crawl over were also smashed into a pool of flesh and blood at this time.

The four people in the field were all shocked.

Because the thing that fell from the roof was a head.

At this moment, in the car of Dushan Jade that everyone was fighting for tonight, a figure suddenly appeared.

He broke through several crates of camouflage, and as soon as he whistled, two horses in the stable broke through the guardrail in a mad manner and ran out.

He jumped down from the carriage, grabbed the reins of a horse with one hand, and swung his tail like a swallow, running over the dead bodies of a dozen white-clothed soldiers along the way, and galloped towards the four people who were fighting in the middle of the courtyard.

Rao is Du Shuquan, it is difficult to react quickly under such a change, and I don't know if the person on the horse has any killing moves, so he immediately took a step back, and he was able to avoid these two crazy horses.

Although the moon is hidden in the middle of the night, and the person's face cannot be seen clearly, it can still be seen that his methods are not shallow. Although he was hanging on top of the two horses, his legs could kick the horses at the same time, which made the two horses even more fierce, and roared and rushed towards Dailou Sangyu and Zhao Wu'an.

As he passed the two of them, he suddenly pulled the reins in his hand and slowed down. Dailou Sangyu was still ignorant, but the man was not polite, and went straight to a horse, grabbed Zhao Wu'an and Dailou Sangyu with both hands at the same time, and pulled upward.

Zhao Wu'an didn't care, Dailou Sangyu, who was already seriously injured, couldn't withstand such a toss. Before his body flew on the horse's back, he almost fainted in pain, and was tightly held in his arms by Zhao Wu'an, so he didn't fall off the horse.

Zhao Wu'an shouted, "Where are you going!?"

The man responded with the same yelling: "Crash out!!"

"I ......" The swear words that came to his lips were still stifled by Zhao Wu'an, "That's how you fight in the army?"

"Nonsense, Lao Tzu thinks you are a brother, so don't talk to Lao Tzu about the art of war!"

As he spoke, the man galloped forward and slammed into the white wall in the courtyard.

The big horse with the iron bridle neighed and knocked the snow-white wall open a hole, and the rubble and loess poured down, and Zhao Wu'an, who was following behind, had a word of suffering, so he could only lean over desperately to protect the mouth and nose of Dailou Sangyu in his arms.

Two tall horses rushed into a guest room of the Pingshan Inn.

"Keep up! The horses of our Flying Magpie Army are so temperamental!"

Without giving Zhao Wu'an a chance to breathe, the man walking in front flicked the reins again, roared angrily under the crotch, shook the horse's mane, raised his two front hooves and stepped on the window of the guest room.

The long-standing eucalyptus window was naturally vulnerable under the iron hooves, and the whole piece shattered with a bang. Following the pouring of bricks and stones, followed by the splashing of sawdust, Zhao Wuan really wanted to scold his mother.

Obviously, the horse could not stagnate, and he was about to paste his head against the snow-white wall, but the man still shouted with the same face: "Bend down and bow your head, get out!"

As he spoke, he buried his head by the side of the horse's head. The castrated steed stepped down, raised its hind hooves, and emerged through the window.

Zhao Wu'an was also helpless, so he had to follow the whip in his hand, and while rushing to the window, he leaned over, lowered his head desperately, and tightly protected Dailou Sangyu, while being careful not to touch the wounds on her shoulders.

Outside the window, the white soil of the wasteland touches the sky, and it seems that the sky is breaking through.

Under the night field, Xu Rong, the commander of the Feique Battalion, wore a sackcloth robe for camouflage, and laughed proudly, and the laughter pierced through the clouds and cracked stones, resounding through the heavens and the earth.