Seeing that Lu Muqing was almost about to be destroyed to the ground, in the sky and on the ground, there was a flash of cold light.

He strode over, the wooden box behind his waist was wide open, and the ghost stabbed in his hand, like a spinning diamond dragon, and bit the long blue package with one mouth.

All this looked sudden, but it was really his quick eyes, and the moment Yu Chufei let go, he rushed up.

He Feiqing's eyes revealed a little yin, and he sneered at him.

He faced the crowd in front of him and remained calm.

Chu Fei looked past him in surprise, but still only said it to Lu Muqing.

"Master Lu, please take a look. ”

Lu Muqing's hands trembled slightly.

The blue package was entangled in the barbs of the ghost thorn, Lu Muqing took it off carefully, and immediately opened it, and immediately a strong sour breath rushed to his nose.

Lu Muqing hurriedly protected Mrs. Lu behind her, not letting her look at her, and the sadness in her eyes came up endlessly.

Lu Muqing was speechless for a long time, and in a trance, he had lost his previous immobility.

Now it seems that Lu Muqing, who is forty-seven or eighteen, seems to be aging rapidly, and the whiteness of his temples can no longer give him the same stern appearance as before, but he has left vicissitudes.

Throat, rolling, Lu Muqing whimpered softly.

"Who's?"

Chu Fei said faintly.

"Fanru. ”

Lu Muqing took a deep breath, but he couldn't get rid of the frustration, he slowly closed his eyes, and a bead that was not easy to detect rolled down from the corner of his eye.

He couldn't help but come back to look at it, and when he saw Lu Muqing like this, he was suspicious in his heart, so he couldn't help but squint at the package.

Suddenly, my heart and liver trembled a little.

There was a leg in it, a calf that had been cut off at the knee, and the wound was smooth, as if it had been caused by a knife.

The wound is not miserable, but everyone has seen Fan Ru, although he has a rebellious appearance, but he still does not hide the image of his good son, and now he has broken a leg, and everyone will be shocked and sigh.

Chu Fei smiled in surprise and continued.

"I heard that he was desperate to save the sword. ”

Jian Ming's hand fell, and he followed the crawling Jiang Jiujin inch by inch.

It's just that the people of Yinjunfang are menacing, and the inner three layers and the outer three layers cover the sword and the underworld.

There was no fear in the eyes of the sword under, not at all.

Jian Ming's eyes were red, red with resentment.

If Jiang Jiujin is not killed, there is no way to make him stop.

Even if there are thousands of horses and thousands of troops in front of him, the knife that is full of chips will open Jiang Jiujin's head at all.

It's like there are thousands of horses and thousands of troops ahead.

Although not every person in Yinjunfang has received training on the battlefield, they still have good skills.

There are eight people on the first floor.

Six or eighty-eight people, each with a spear or a knife, are the easiest blades to fight. On both sides of the square, there were even archers clustered together.

Jian Ming really wants to fight against the vast crowd recklessly?

Really.

The sword rushed up.

When the spear comes, it is cut off, and when the knife comes, it is smashed.

Eight people on the first layer came up together, and the sword slashed out eight knives in a row, chopping knives, pushing knives, piercing knives, hanging knives, picking knives, cutting knives, and pushing knives, which was dazzling in an instant, and six of the eight people were stabbed.

There is no depth under the knife.

One knife and one life may be exaggerated, but spurting blood is not nonsense.

When everyone saw his bravery, they no longer dared to underestimate it, and the rest of the people joined forces and fought from all directions.

For a while, even if the sky and the earth were snowy, in front of Yinjunfang, there was still red blood and a crowd of black oppression.