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Yan Long snorted coldly, and directly grabbed the four steel knives that came in with both hands, and folded them hard, and the blades were immediately broken. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The true qi in Yan Long's hand exploded, and the blade in his hand shot out, and the four killers immediately fell to the ground. But the successors made up for it and continued to press towards Yan Long's prisoner car.

"Ding... Bite... Bite... , congratulations to the host for earning a total of 4800 God Killing Points. ”

Watching the brocade guards protecting the convoy fall one by one, and the gray-clothed killers gathered more and more, Yan Long thought in his heart.

"There's no way around it. ”

"Can't be trapped in this prison cart anymore!"

"I can no longer have scruples, even if someone finds out where the system is, I don't hesitate to do it. ”

Yan Long decided to take out the drum urn and the golden hammer to smash the black iron railing of the prisoner car, which was thicker than an adult's arm.

Before he could make a move, a group of centaurs suddenly appeared, dressed like Hanako, each with a hood over their faces, and as soon as their figures appeared, countless whirling blades had already shot out of their hands.

These scimitars, which are like roulette wheels, are excited by the machine, thrown out with hand strength and internal force, and once triggered, the blades rotate violently like windmill fan blades, with a strong humming sound, drawing arcs to kill the enemy. After training, these scimitars have an extremely high hit rate, and because the arcing power of the blades is extremely large, even if they are seen, they are difficult to resist.

As soon as these sawtooth scimitars came out, they strangled more than a dozen gray-clothed killers who were close to Yan Long's prisoner car one after another.

The masked man confronted the gray-clothed killer, and the battle was chaotic for a while, but it was very obvious that these masked men were protecting the prisoner car.

Seeing that the situation had eased, Yan Long temporarily dispelled the idea of breaking out of the cage with the purple gold hammer.

There was chaos outside, and staying in the prisoner car for a while was not necessarily a bad thing.

Yan Long thought to himself: "Who are the people who killed me and the people who saved me? Among them, are there the people of the Changkong Gang that Liu Qiao said?" At this moment, he blocked the three knives that came in from outside the prisoner car one after another.

Those masked men finally broke through the formation of the gray-clothed killer and protected Yan Long's prisoner car.

Yan Long looked at the circle of masked people surrounding him in front of his prisoner car, and a very ridiculous feeling suddenly rose in his heart, as if he had become a piece of fat under the claws of many fierce beasts, and those who grabbed it would defend it with all their might, and those who didn't grab it would rush up to grab it.

As soon as he thought of this, Yan Long smiled slightly, sat down, and watched the big drama outside like an audience.

At this moment, a loud noise was heard from the top of the mountain.

A white horse flew up from the top of the slope, then fell from the sky and smashed directly into Yan Long's prisoner cart.

Yan Long recognized that this horse's four hooves were jet black, and the coat of his body was snow-white, which was the mount of Lu Datong of the Hundred Households of the Detective Bureau.

The horse is dead.

The huge horse corpse rushed straight down with a thunderous momentum, as if it was about to crush Yan Long's prisoner cart.

Yan Long's right hand swirled, and the fusion true qi of the Purple Yang Nine Dragons Technique and the Heavenly Demon Gong condensed, forming a purple ball of light in the palm of his hand, and then he held it up with one hand, and the ball of light was like a giant dragon surging from the ground, through the black iron railing on the roof of the prisoner's car, reaching the horse corpse.

The true qi contained in the horse's corpse collided with Yan Long's true qi, and in an instant, it was like two rhinoceros running at high speed colliding together. And the true qi contained in the horse corpse was obviously much better than Yan Long's, and I saw that the horse corpse pressed over Yan Long's purple true qi and slapped heavily on the roof of the prisoner car.

"Boom" Yan Long only felt a fierce true qi from the roof of the prisoner car, by this impact, Yan Long couldn't help but fall into the prison car, his body was even more like thunder, uncomfortable and abnormal, and the true qi in his body surged, his throat was sweet, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

At this time, someone came down from the top of the slope.

His stride was huge, because his whole body was like a huge Buddha statue.

He wore a golden Maitreya Buddha mask, and beneath the smiling mask was a bloated neck and a body as fat as a pumpkin. His legs were short, but every step he took was like a cloud, as if he were gliding on the ice.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, the force of his massive body made the ground tremble. He was carrying two corpses in his hands at this time, these two corpses were the two leaders of Jinyiwei's escort mission, one of which was Lu Datong.

Although Lu Datong is only a hundred households, his martial arts have reached the innate realm, but at this time, his body is like a dead rabbit being lifted in the hands of Orion, and the bones of his whole body are broken.

The Golden Mask Giant rushed towards Yan Long's prisoner cart like a whirlwind.

His body was covered with golden qi, and the serrated scimitar slashed at this layer of qi, making a sound of metal cracking. The masked man who stood in his way died at the slightest touch, and everyone broke their tendons and bones, and their seven orifices bled out.

Seeing that he was about to get to the front of the car, Yan Long was not in a hurry to get out of the prisoner car, his consciousness came to the system space, ready to activate the big killing move of Xiao Li's flying knife.

Yan Long sneered and sat in the prisoner car, watching the golden-faced man approach like a rolling boulder.

The golden-faced mouth let out a sharp roar, and as the whistle became louder and louder, the golden light on his body became stronger and stronger.

He was only twenty steps away from the prisoner's car, and the masked man couldn't stop him at all.

At this moment, a sword light lit up.

As soon as this cyan sword light appeared, it seemed to summon all the spirits and spirits on the ground nearby, and attached it to the sword that was as green as a green bamboo!

The chill emitted by this sword made Yan Long, who was twenty paces away, shiver.

It was such a sword light that stabbed the golden-faced man's chest.

The "Qiang Qiang Qiang" sword was forged from the cold iron of the seabed, but when it collided with the chest of the golden-faced man, it could not advance an inch further.

The golden-faced man's chest was as if it were cast from copper and iron, and the sword couldn't pierce it!

But the golden-faced man was attacked by this cyan sword aura, and his footsteps had to stop, and where his feet were standing, they had already sunk into the ground a foot deep.

It turned out that he was hindered by the sword qi, and he didn't retreat, but just introduced the huge force generated by the sword qi into the ground.

The golden-masked man shouted angrily, "Good sword qi!" As soon as the words came out, behind his mask, blood dripped "click".

After the golden-faced man shook this sword qi, he still vomited blood.

The golden-faced man stopped, because opposite him, there was already a masked man in a green shirt.

The masked man in the green shirt had a cyan sword in his hand, and the sword was now in its sheath. I couldn't see the blade of the sword, but his whole person was like the blade of the sword, even if he stood quietly like this, it made people feel that there was a compelling sharp aura rushing to kill.

The golden-faced man laughed "hehe", and with each laugh, the fat on his body trembled, and the eardrums of the people around him seemed to have been pounded by a drumstick. People with poor internal strength can't help but hide far away.

The golden-faced man said to the green shirt: "Although I can't see your face, your sword and your sword qi are as famous as your people." So I know who you are!Qingfeng Sword Sect Zuo Xingtang!"

Zuo Xingtang, the man in green shirt, sneered: "Stop talking nonsense. Golden-faced Buddha, you have disappeared all these years, I can't find you all over the world, and I can't imagine that a team of prisoners who have filled the army will lure you out. ”

The golden-faced Buddha said with a smile: "I have been in seclusion for so long, just to come out and move my muscles and bones, and by the way, I will also put some blood on my hands, so as not to forget how to kill people." ”

The man in the green shirt didn't speak again, and his body just burst out with a dazzling light like the sun shining on the green jade.

He drew his sword.

The sword qi was like a meteor passing across the 90,000-mile sky.

He stabbed only one sword.

No tricks, no room for grabs.

If the sword is strong and fast enough, one sword is enough.

The sword of the Qingfeng Sword Sect Zuo Xingtang has always been like this.

The golden-faced Buddha didn't resist this move, he just suddenly lay down, and then, his whole body went underground!