Of course, Chang Fei and Zhao Baiguang.

In fact, after Yan Li's wooden sword was tightly covered by Chang Fei, Yan Li had already lost more and won less.

Zhao Baiguang's sword light flew from behind him, and the light and shadow even made Yan Li's nerves confused for a moment.

Yan Li couldn't raise his sword to parry, and Yan Li could only retreat.

In a hurry, Yan Li dodged the treacherous sword, but the price he paid was the abandoned wooden sword and a red wound on his face.

When Chang Fei stood firm, holding a wooden sword in each hand, he wanted to move towards Yan Li, and Yan Li already understood the current situation.

Yan Li is a swordsman, but he has to face two very talented swordsmen without a sword, and there is no doubt that he only has to hold on.

But Yan Li is so indomitable.

I saw that he breathed a sigh of relief, and for the first time, the internal force of Hao Hao Tang Tang was pulled out without sword momentum, and the wind and snow rolled into the clouds, as if there were really some invisible vertical and horizontal sword qi flowing along his fingertips to form a snow dragon shadow.

If the Great Martial Arts Sutra can bring explosive power to people, then the supreme martial arts can make people have a calm stamina.

If Yan Li had a sword in his hand and the snow dragon stabbed with the sword, even if Chang Fei and Zhao Baiguang had the most exquisite cooperation, I am afraid they would be scattered by this snow dragon. But the current Snow Dragon is only in vain, and it can't give Yan Li much more combat power. What's more, when the swordsman loses his sword, his momentum will fall all of a sudden, and the two on the opposite side are exactly the two who succeeded, and at this time, they are confident for a while, and they are definitely not able to deter by drawing a few fake dragons with snow.

Sure enough, with the combined efforts of four hands, three swords, and two people, Yan Li could only retreat in defeat and escape.

In less than fifteen moves, many fatal flaws were revealed.

It's just that at this time, Da Gang just fell from the sky, shaking the entire forest plain, and reluctantly let Yan Li pull out, narrowly avoiding Zhao Baiguang's deadly fast sword.

In this way, it can only be allowed to breathe for a while.

Zhao Baiguang's long sword flew like a flowing cloud, like a galaxy and smoothly entered again.

Yan Li had to sigh that he was in harmony with the sword, and Zhao Baiguang was even more above himself and Chang Fei.

As for Chang Fei's terrifying, it is undoubtedly an original sword move.

Now there is no need to think about how to avoid Yan Li's obstruction, the sword moves like rain have suddenly become a momentum, no matter what kind of appearance Yan Li can condense the wind and snow into again, he can't escape the ending of being broken by "one hundred and eighty swords passing like rain".

Countless swords ticked down on Yan Li's body.

The wooden sword can't pierce the skin, but it still hurts.

Yan Li, who was driven into the sword momentum by Zhao Baiguang, could only be stabbed into a sieve, and finally fell heavily in the swaying wind and snow.

Seeing that he had beaten his opponent down, Zhao Baiguang was the first to stretch out his arms and stretch out his waist, and the yawn on his mouth could simply urge others to feel sleepy.

But Chang Fei's eyes suddenly tightened.

Zhao Baiguang was very distressed, but he still chose to look at Chang Fei's gaze.

At a glance, I saw Da Gang and Er Gang retreating from Lian Jia's side side by side. Maybe it's a defeat, a silent defeat.

And Lian Jia swaggered towards Duan Yuming and Xu Xiang, who were chasing Li Bo.

Chang Fei didn't say a word, and regardless of the internal injuries stabbed by Yan Li, he raised the double swords in his hands and ran to the back of Lian Jia's heart.

Of course, Zhao Baiguang hesitated, but he still followed after all.

Among them, the remnants of the sky attracted Lianjia's attention, Lianjia smashed the wooden thorn with a punch, and Chang Fei's double sword and Lianjia's fist fought in the gap between the white horse.

By the time Zhao Baiguang stood in front of Lian Jia, the smell of sawdust was wafting in the wind.