Remnant Flower (5)
Heaven and earth are surprisingly quiet.
Finally, a ray of blood splashed from Jian Ming's body.
A spear that is not too fast stabs at it, if it is a normal time, the sword does not need to dodge, but will meet it, counterattack a sword, not only can swing the spear away, but can even fall on the opponent's body.
It's just that the current sword can't do it.
Jian Ying has neither the space nor the physical strength to meet it, and the only thing he can do is to block it with his arms.
The tip of the spear made a long kiss on his arm, but the pain was nothing more than a frown on the sword.
What really made Jian Ming's heart irritable was actually Jiang Jiujin on the ground.
Of course, Jiang Jiujin was still crawling on the ground.
Jiang Jiujin no longer had the ability to stand up.
But Jiang Jiujin climbed farther and farther, and the crowd that surged up was like the tide of the sea.
Jian Ming only gritted his teeth.
At this time, three more knives and one shot came at the same time, and Jian Ming had no time to look at Jiang Jiujin's direction.
Only when he ran into the single spear, the spear swept away the cotton wool from his waist, but the man was already fiercely attached to it. At the same time as the sword and the shadow collided, he did not forget to suddenly cast a dark elbow, which was pressing against the man's chest.
The man couldn't help but feel pain and couldn't help retreating, but the hand holding the gun was already tightly clasped by the sword.
Jian Ming took a deep breath, bent down slightly, carried the man behind his back like a cloak, and his waist suddenly spun a little, throwing the man in the direction of the three knives.
Seeing that it was his own people, the three knives couldn't get too close after all, and the knives under his hands were hurriedly hidden, and they took a few steps together, catching the person who flew over in his arms.
Such a move will of course give people the opportunity to attack.
Jian Ming didn't hesitate to cut it down.
It's just that the pace of progress is blocked, and it is forced to be a last resort, and it must be crossed.
Behind him, another slasher slashed at the base of his leg.
The sword jumped to avoid it, and when it landed again, it surrounded the ground again.
Jian Ming was anxious in his heart, and in a trance, he seemed to see Jiang Jiujin's smile behind the crowd.
The sword roared like a giant ape, just like King Kong, which could shake a few dares, but the people who came were even more churning than the sea at high tide, and those who were taken aback also gained courage because of the dense crowd.
In all directions, invariably, weapons tore through the sky.
Jian Ming swung his knife to slash, slashed back two knives, his brain was biased, maybe he dodged the sword stab, but his ears were swept by the body of the gun.
The spiciness, probably only a little less than the whip.
The blood slowly slid down, and even some of it ran into the corners of the eyes.
The sword is ruthless.
With a kick that broke the spear that was about to be collected, the man also jumped up in the air sharply, and the falling momentum shook the ground like thunder and lightning, and broke towards the heads of the other three.
The three of them raised their weapons to defend at the same time, and their swords shattered, and they all fell heavily to the ground.
Thunder's wrist, no matter how brave the person is taught for a while, he will be deterred.
The sword was circling in place, only looking for the traces of one person.
For a while, none of the people in Yinjunfang dared to approach at will.
If a person is really willing to cut his body, it will definitely make it extremely difficult for some people who still want to live to deal with it.
He Xie Feng is like this, and the sword is like this.
But Jian Ming's eyes were full of blood, and the blood covered half of his vision, no matter how much he searched, he couldn't find Jiang Jiujin's figure.
Despair slowly grew in Jian Ming's heart.
Jian Ming already knew that there was no way for him to get out.
The wind is cool, and the cool is in the heart.