The ruthless woman is the craziest.

With a single move, the world can become as crazy as her.

Life and death, yin and yang, peace and killing, are all turned under her mouth.

"Ahh

"Kill!"

The dragon is like stepping on, and the tiger is pounced.

Yu Youran's knife brought up the blood of the northerners.

A long-brewing brutal fight inevitably began.

Xiahou and Lei Meng were the first to hit the edge of the Royal Forest Knife. The iron fist is waved, pulling out the mountains and rivers, bringing up the golden and red energy. The bow was opened left and right, as fierce as a sword, and the fight was clanging. Immediately after, hundreds of northerners with vast beast shadows also followed the predecessors. The hundred-person team battle has no skills to speak of, and it is the most primitive and savage hand-to-hand combat. The fierceness of the northerners was also vividly displayed at this moment. The flesh and blood forged from steel made them almost ignore the role of their body, ignoring dodge, and rampage through the battlefield. Even if the embroidered spring knives of ordinary royal forest soldiers are slashed in the middle, they will not be able to parry at all, because the force of a single knife can only cut through their flesh and skin at most, and it is difficult to hurt their muscles and bones. On the contrary, their fists have damage comparable to that of giant axes, and a single punch with anger is enough to destroy any officer or soldier who has fallen from the knife! But the fist is still not the most terrible weapon of the northerners, and their most terrible thing is an extremely bloody and barbaric skill - "tearing alive". Hand-to-hand fighting, extremely dangerous, as long as the Royal Forest Sergeant is a little careless or greedy for a knife, it is easy to be controlled by the northerners, as long as the body is controlled, the northerners rely on their brute strength, the left hand clamps the waist and the right hand makes the neck, and they can tear the life in half through the armor!

"Ahh

"Kill!"

"Doot toot!"

"Run, these crazy people..."

Shocking, unexpected, panicked and chaotic.

The tiger fights the rabbit, and the bloody attack is extremely brutal.

The onlookers retreated in panic, for fear that they would be in trouble if they were not careful. If Mo Yan is an indestructible fast sword, then these more than 300 northerners are a heavy hammer that sweeps away thousands of armies. The fierce battle between the two armies was just a face, and the government side was like a watermelon that hit a giant hammer, and it was hit with a "snap", and the flesh and blood flew sideways. The difference in strength is very large, nearly half of the officers and soldiers were beaten to vomit blood and fell to the ground, several people were torn to pieces on the spot, and in the end, only two fierce generals with the Qinglong Broadsword were left to lead more than a dozen officers and soldiers to resist stubbornly. Seeing that the situation was not good, the sergeants guarding the periphery hurriedly blew the horn and summoned the military brigade stationed at Zhenwu Mountain.

"Brothers, let's rush!"

"They don't follow the rules, let's fight with him!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The northerners who were holding on dozens of martial arts platforms saw that there were military horses galloping in the distance, and they were afraid that the brothers on the northwest side would suffer losses, so they did not hesitate any longer, and immediately rushed down from the martial arts platform to support the battle circle. The crowd hurriedly dispersed and scattered again, the fat monk was in a dilemma, Luo Jue drew his sword and guarded beside Xia Xun, and the Taoists of Zhenwu Mountain squatted to the side, and it was not their business to hang high.

The battle turned into chaos in an instant.

"Wow, bow..."

"Die!"

"Swing!"

And on the other side...

The battle was the opposite.

Mo Yan has met an opponent.

The silver mangs gradually swayed like butterflies piercing, and the green dragon slashed like a landslide.

As the general of the Imperial Forest Shenwu of the Kyoto Imperial Guard, Wei Yan's strength is absolutely undoubted, and he can be ranked even if he looks at the world. The thousand-pound Qinglong broadsword was like nothing in his hand, and it swept horizontally and vertically into an afterimage, which was a tiger and a tiger. Although Mo Yan's sword is fast, the gap between the apocalypse and the king is not something that can be made up by the word "fast". The silver dragon's attack was rapid, the green dragon's combat skills were even more domineering, and every time Mo Yan took out his sword, Wei Yan did not even possess the phantom of the battle spirit, and he could form a solid parry and defense before the sword blade was released. Advance can not be attacked, retreat can not be defended, back and forth with each other for more than ten rounds, Mo Yan's weakness soon became apparent. The three-foot silver dragon was suppressed by the eight-foot green dragon and was never allowed to advance an inch away, on the other hand, the power of the fierce green dragon broadsword was as heavy as Mount Tai, and every split contained the power of the sea overturning. Wei Yan's divine power is so fierce that it is rare in the world, and it is because of his life that Mo Yan has to turn from offensive to defensive, so he can barely maintain his undefeated.

But in general, Mo Yan is really strong. Just by virtue of the cultivation of the Apocalypse Realm, he can faintly compete with the King Realm, which is not something that ordinary people can have. If it is replaced by an ordinary apocalypse to subvert the strong, in the face of a fierce person like Wei Yan, Mo said that he could barely parry, and it is estimated that he will have to lose in less than two or three rounds.

"What are you still standing for?"

“......”

Seeing that Mo Yan's offensive was frustrated, he was in a predicament, and the more he fought, the more dangerous it became.

Yu Youran suddenly said in a dead voice. She said this to Mo Xian, who had not made another move since the war between the two sides. But it's not that he doesn't want to make a move, and he doesn't know how. If Xia Xun is a gentleman's heart, then Mo Xian is a gentleman's sword heart, and the gentleman's sword does not take advantage of people's danger, let alone kill innocents. So before Yu Youran drank the killing order, he resolutely refused. Although Mo Yan and Wei Yan are weak, if he intervenes, he will take advantage of the danger of two enemies and one person, which is also what he hesitates about.

“......”

Having said that, Mo Xian turned his eyes sideways to Xia Xun with an inquiring look.

Xia Xun's face at this time was also very ugly, the war had only been a few dozen breaths since the war, but the field had already been bloodied and broken corpses all over the ground, the deceased was innocent, he couldn't bear it. But looking at Mo Yan who was gradually declining, and then glancing at the vast ironclad sergeant galloping in the distance, he knew that the situation here had been manipulated by Yu Youran to the point where he had to meet each other, and he couldn't sit idly by.

Thinking of this, Xia Xun said depressedly: "Fight quickly, just capture someone, don't kill him." ”

"Just arrest someone?"

"So crazy?"

"Poof!"

As the words came out, the nearby candidates didn't know why, and they were suddenly surprised. The Apocalypse Battle King Realm is a great achievement, this is a gap across a whole realm, how can one more person make up for it? They don't understand where Yu Youran and Xia Xun came from, they can be so arrogant and fearless.

And Mo Xian seems to have been waiting for this sentence for a long time, or maybe he just lacks a reason to convince himself of Kenshin.

Xia Xun finished talking, the three-foot Qingfeng did not hesitate, soared the flame silver rays, and turned into a silver dragon and flew out!

"Tsk..."

"Humph!"

The sword is out of the sky, and the dragon is through the sun.

Mo Xian's sword was very fast, even faster than Mo Yan, and it started suddenly, when Wei Yan, who was fully engaged in the slashing attack, noticed Mo Xian's figure, he was no longer able to form an effective parry, so he could only step on the ground and suddenly retreat to avoid the vital point, but the three-foot Qingfeng still left a wound on his right shoulder. Now that he has entered the game, Mo Xian has no intention of keeping his hand, Wei Yan retreated sharply, Qing Feng chased after him, and even picked up several swords and swords more fiercely, forcing Wei Yan to take a few steps back. With this gap, Mo Yan breathed a sigh of relief, but she didn't rest her breath, and the embroidered sail shoes volleyed in the air without retreating and counterattacking, and continued to attack the Qinglong long knife with a swift sword momentum!

"Woooo

"Phew!"

One person retreated, two people chased, pressing step by step.

Mo Xian's participation in the battle instantly overturned the situation.

It's like a boulder suddenly falling on a slightly offset scale...

According to common sense, with the power of the king of Wei Yan, it is more than enough to deal with the two juniors of the Apocalypse Realm, even the two powerful people who have just entered the king realm. But the combination of Mo Xian and Mo Yan is not the same thing at all. Both of them are good at fast swordsmanship, both practice pure yang swordsmanship, although they have never teamed up to fight against the enemy in their lives, they have only known each other for a short time, but the dream connection of more than ten years has made them almost familiar with each other's swordsmanship. Without words, with a single stab, they can understand each other's sword intentions and brew back hands, complementing each other, and the horror of tacit understanding is like a person separating two bodies at the same time with a sword!

It is conceivable how close the connection of the sword and the sword style is.

Mo Yan attacked and blocked the big sword and green dragon. Mo is idle left and right, responsible for waiting for the opportunity to attack and kill. Silver Dragon Dance, Qing Feng Sweeping, the two joined forces like a double dragon playing with pearls, Wei Yan was a king of cultivation, but he soon had no power to fight back under the attack of the two fast swords. Often he raised his sword to parry one sword, and the other sword suddenly appeared in his unguarded position like a ghost, and quickly attacked, extremely tricky. If you are unlucky or lose your mind, you will be cut off with a wound immediately. And when he returned to defend and parried again, the back sword had quietly retreated, but the front sword broke the defense again from nowhere. In such a reincarnation, the two stegosaurus sword shadows are like a downpour, which makes people overwhelmed. In less than a dozen breaths, Wei Yan's Shenwu military armor was torn to pieces by two fierce and incomparable silver dragons, and at the same time, Wei Yan's body was also left with nearly ten wounds, and he was forced to retreat again and again.

"Yikes!"

The two swords are combined, and the yin and yang tai chi cut the dawn.

The two joined forces to become more and more courageous, and Wei Yan became more and more frightened the more he fought, and he was so angry that he roared greatly.

In the midst of the battle, he could clearly feel more clearly than anyone else what kind of power these two three-foot Dao swords were attacking together. This kind of power is not combat power in the simple sense, but the superposition of the law of one life, two, two, and three in the Daozang. In just a few breaths, they fought more than ten rounds, and with each round of confrontation, he seemed to be experiencing the beating of waves, overlapping, becoming more and more heavy and urgent. And the cooperation between Mo Xian and Mo Yan and the sword moves are becoming more and more skillful and compact. It's like a dragon that can grow in the blink of an eye, and it is rapidly transforming into a real dragon!

He had never seen or heard of such a terrifying sword cultivator.

Wei Yan had already begun to regret his previous choice...

But now he has a hard time riding a tiger.

"The swordsmanship of these two people is terrifying. ”

"Terrible is terrible, but how is this possible..."

"Wei Yan is the fourth divine general of the Imperial Forest Army, and he has never been able to fight back?

"yes, how is that possible. Even if the Xuanxuan couple who have cultivated Lian Li all their lives, their combined attacks can only improve a small realm, how can it be such an exaggeration. ”

"When things go wrong, there must be demons. ”

On the periphery of the battle circle, the Zhenwu Mountain Dao people who stood by and watched were surprised.

After all, the means used by Mo Xian and Mo Yan to jointly exert themselves were far beyond the scope of their understanding. The older white-haired veterans remained silent, as they seemed to see a trace of being submerged in history, a "sword" that only existed in legends.

"Da Da Da..."

"Poof!"

"Kill!"

"Wow..."

"Bastard!"

"Brothers, cut off!"

"Roar..."

The battle lasted for dozens of breaths, rivers of blood flowed, and corpses were everywhere.

The hundreds of Royal Forest soldiers who were the first to participate in the battle had all been beaten to the ground by the northerners led by Xiahou and Lei Meng, or torn to pieces, and only two broadsword generals were still struggling to support. Seeing that they were about to fall to the end of being torn apart by the wolves, fortunately, at the most critical moment, thousands of Royal Forest Iron Riders arrived when they heard the news and joined the battle circle in time, which saved the lives of the two. And the participation of thousands of Royal Forest Iron Army also turned the tide of the battle in an instant. It is easy for hundreds of northerners to fight hundreds of royal forests, because they are several times more than the enemy. Hundreds of northerners fought thousands of royal forests, and the survival was in danger, because the enemy was more than ten times his own. After all, in the strong flesh and blood, there is no one hundred and ten embroidered spring knives to slash in a round, isn't it? In the face of the encirclement and suppression of the sea of people of the Royal Forest Army, the fierce northerners were cut and injured several people in the blink of an eye, and they had no choice but to shrink the battle line and no longer fight separately. Under the order of Lei Meng, hundreds of northerners retreated sharply, relying on people, back to back, standing together in a circle to form an iron bucket battle formation, and resisted stubbornly.

On the other hand, the battle situation is also diametrically opposite...

"Whoo!"

"Humph!"

"Wow..."

Pick up the sword and stab the sword, and the mountain stream flows.

The heart will break the defense, and the skin will open the flesh.

Since the first sword of Mo Xian's participation in the battle, the two silver dragons have danced in the clouds, and the more they fight, the faster they fight, the more fierce they become, and finally they have become a strong offensive force that can only attack but not defend. A sword out of a sword, a sword out of a sword to collect seamlessly, like a river rushing continuously, just a few dozen breaths, they cut a generation of gods into roadside beggars. The armor was broken, the clothes were stripped, the hundred wounds were bleeding nonstop, and the two penetrated the wounds pierced the thighs and lower abdomen, and each movement would squeeze the blood line and splash, if it weren't for the Qinglong Broadsword still waving, no one would recognize this bloody man as Wei Yan.

Wei Yan was furious, Mo Xian's attack was seamless, and he had no chance to stop gathering his strength to possess the battle spirit. If he dared to let go, there was no doubt that two sharp swords would be able to inflict fatal damage directly on him. Throughout the fierce battle, he could only parry the defense and retreat all the way, so that his defeat was out of control.

"Humph!"

"Whew..."

The silver dragon raised the sword, the green dragon raised its head to parry, and the three-foot green front took advantage of the situation to pick down and penetrate Wei Yan's left leg. Wei Yan snorted coldly, the green dragon swung his tail and flew into the meat Qingfeng, the empty door was wide open, the three-foot silver dragon took advantage of the situation, and stabbed Wei Yan's right shoulder with a sword, and it was another painful and cold snort...

It can be said that the current General Wei is a dying tiger, and the addition of hundreds of sword wounds makes his every movement feel like cutting flesh, and the pain in his heart makes his movements become more and more sluggish. In the end, he could barely even lift the Blue Dragon Broadsword, let alone have the power to parry. As long as Mo Xian and Mo Yan took out their swords, they could easily leave a deep wound on his body, and a stream of blood could be extracted. The result of the fierce battle was no longer in doubt. Because this has become a one-sided rage, such as the old cat playing the mouse, the eagle pecking the elk.

Obviously, Wei Yan has been defeated...

"Phew... Wow!"

"Wow..."

The battle ended at the forty-third breath.

Thousands of catties of Qinglong was lifted with difficulty, but the knife did not fall, Mo Yan grabbed his sleeve and shook his wrist The three-foot silver dragon took the first step to attack the upper hand, "poof", the blade hit the back of the Qinglong knife, and the powerful shock shook Wei Yan's hands that had been out of strength, and the big knife was immediately knocked out of his hand and struck several zhang and fell to the ground. And at this time, Mo Xian's three-foot Qingfeng also stabbed into Wei Yan's shoulder blades, and without hesitation, Qingfeng stabbed in and quickly retracted the momentum and slashed!

"Shhhh

"Smack..."

A blood dragon water spurted with the sword momentum, and the inner robe, which had already been stained red with blood, could no longer withstand the destruction of the sword qi, bursting into flames, and Wei Yan also fell to the ground with the momentum of the sword.

"You lost. ”

He lost.

The qi and blood recoiled, turning Wei Yan's red face red, and the tiger's eyes were full of unwillingness.

As the divine general who commanded the 200,000 Imperial Forest Forbidden Army, although he had been defeated, he had never been so simply and humiliated as he was today, and he was actually defeated by two young men from the Apocalypse Realm. He didn't dare to think about the fact in front of him, but the blood-drenched burly body and the terrifying sword wound that stretched from the shoulder blade all the way to the navel really told him that he was really defeated.

"Wei Yan actually lost. ”

“...”