When the black-clothed masked man Lao Qi heard the leader say this, he immediately went all out, wielding the blood-red jagged sword like many dark red vipers constantly attacking. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In addition, his body is weird, as if there are ghosts flickering around, and there is no way to change.

Ding Xiaoyu was in an empty state of mind at the moment, thoughtless, and his body involuntarily showed a lot of mysterious tricks, and his swordsmanship was even more chic and elegant, and there was no trace to be found.

The dazzling blood-red sword light was whistling, but he could never break through the Chengbi long sword defense in Ding Xiaoyu's hand, he didn't want to lose face in front of the leader, so he immediately ignored letting go and attacked with all his might.

When Lao Qi's blood-red sawtooth long sword was about to slash Ding Xiaoyu's neck, his head had already been cut off by Ding Xiaoyu's Chengbi long sword.

The blood on his neck splattered like a fountain, and Lao Qi's headless body fell.

Ding Xiaoyu didn't expect that Lao Qi, a black-clothed masked man who was so fierce before, would actually die at his hands.

"It's really the drunken sword Saburo seniors who are controlling me with their skills and sword intent, and it is said that he only used six successful powers, and he is worthy of being the senior master of this faction. Ding Xiaoyu said in his heart.

At this time, Ding Xiaoyu's ears echoed the voice of Drunken Jian Saburo again, and said, "Look at your appearance, I can bear it, I used the four success power just now, and now it will be increased to six." If you can't bear it, scream. ”

Ding Xiaoyu raised his head to the sky and roared, "If I can kill these thieves and have a good time, even if I am crushed to pieces, what is there to fear?"

The remaining eighteen black-clothed masked men were quite shocked, they knew that any one of them had the strength to take charge of their own affairs, and they were fierce and fierce. But seeing Lao Qi die tragically under Ding Xiaoyu's sword, they had to admit this fact.

"Boy, I can't see that you're hiding your strength. Before, I planned to take you as my subordinate, but now it seems that I can only use your heart and liver to pay tribute to the heroic spirit of Lao Qi!" said the leader of the masked men in black in a deep voice.

"It's ridiculous, you thieves still have some heroic spirits, you have to thank me for exceeding them. Ding Xiaoyu sneered.

Now the people in black didn't understand that it was the drunken sword Saburo who was passing on his skills to control Ding Xiaoyu's battle, and thought that this was Ding Xiaoyu's own power. Of course, Ding Xiaoyu doesn't need to say much about this. He already had the mentality of dying, and decided to kill a few more masked black-clothed people before he died, which was enough.

Suddenly, the eighteen black-clothed masked men raised their blood-red serrated swords one after another, raised their dark red python whips, surrounded Ding Xiaoyu, and gradually approached.

"Isn't it just the death of a companion, you are like frightened birds, do you have to besiege together?" Ding Xiaoyu frowned.

"It was indeed our mistake just now, don't you hear that the lion pounces on the rabbit and still do his best, and suffer death!" The leader of the black-clothed masked man suddenly scolded: "Cast the Blood Spider Battle Array, kill this guy, and then deal with the drunken sword Saburo!"

Today, Drunken Kenzaburo meditates cross-legged on the coral bed in the middle of the stone house, meditating with his eyes closed and his expression serene.

In an instant, many dark red whip shadows intertwined in the air, and the blood-red serrated long sword then slashed in, surging with might. The four silver-robed sword guards who seemed to have high martial arts skills before did not have any power to resist under the attack of the Blood Spider Battle Array.

Ding Xiaoyu was no longer afraid in his heart, thinking that it was better to have a hearty battle if he was not dead left and right.

Drunken Sword Saburo controlled Ding Xiaoyu and the blood spider battle array of eighteen black-clothed masked people, his body was extremely elegant, and the clear blue sword in his hand glowed with a brilliant blue light, resisting the dense dark red whip shadow.

Ding Xiaoyu was injured a little, and the dark red python whipped him a few times, if it weren't for his hard practice of dragon refining over the years, it is estimated that he would have been whipped down directly.

"Six successes are still not enough, I gradually increase, you should be careful. Drunken Jian Saburo's voice sounded in Ding Xiaoyu's ears.

Immediately afterwards, Ding Xiaoyu clearly felt that the internal force surging from the hundreds of bones in his limbs was stronger, and the swordsmanship in his hands was faster, but the tendons and skeletal muscles seemed to be torn apart, which was quite painful.

Ding Xiaoyu's eyes were blood-red, the corners of his mouth were overflowing with blood, and the green tendons on his forehead and hands were bulging. The pain made him can't help but yell, but he then roared: "I will kill these thieves desperately, and I will never regret it!"

The black-clothed masked people saw Ding Xiaoyu like this, even if they had been licking blood with knives for many years, they couldn't help but feel apprehensive.

The sword qi was like a torrential rain, suddenly swirling and spreading around, complicated and mysterious. What's more, the swordsmanship is almost exaggerated.

Drunken Jian Saburo sighed, and finally poured eighty percent of his power into Ding Xiaoyu's body.

Then, Ding Xiaoyu's figure could no longer be seen clearly in the stone house, and he could only see the misty blue sword light and many dark red whip shadows like spider webs.

The fierceness of the Blood Spider Battle Array was as fierce as ever, and Ding Xiaoyu's body and sword skills had been raised to an unbelievable state.

There were several long sword lights with subtle trajectories flickering in the void, with perfect arcs.

"Snort...... Hum~" A strange sword roar resounded through the stone house.

This was followed by a series of screams, and after a moment, many dark red whip shadows dissipated, and the clear blue sword light also disappeared.

On the ground lay the bodies of nineteen black-clad masked men, blood pooling into a stream.

And Ding Xiaoyu knelt on one knee, slammed his sword on the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and sighed: "Happy! I can kill these thieves, and I am willing to die." ”

Then, Ding Xiaoyu fell in a pool of blood.

Drunken Jian Saburo's face was very pale, and there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth, controlling Ding Xiaoyu's battle like that just now, his skill was very expensive.

"Two juniors, come out and save people. Drunken Kenzaburo shouted.

Immediately afterwards, Xiaoyan and Zhang Hou crawled out of the cellar, and then they trembled when they saw such a miserable and messy appearance in the stone house.

"Is Brother Yu dead like this?" Xiao Yan suddenly burst into tears and said very sadly.

"If you don't rescue him, this kid will really die. Drunken Jian Saburo said.

So Xiaoyan and Zhang Hou went over to help Ding Xiaoyu, and saw that he was covered in blood, and they didn't know if it was his blood or the blood of these black-clothed masked people.

What's even more terrifying is that the blood-red meridians can be seen on the surface of Ding Xiaoyu's skin, and at first glance, he looks like a piece of porcelain that is about to shatter.

"Put him on the side of the coral bed, and you two will use the two jars of pear blossom snow wine here as soon as possible to wash his whole body. Drunken Jian Saburo said.

Then they did as they were told, and the pear blossom snow wine was full of cold air and exuded a sweet aroma. Although Zhang Hou wanted to taste the taste, he didn't dare to act rashly in order to save Ding Xiaoyu.

Drunken Jian Saburo put his hands against Ding Xiaoyu's sadness, and healed his injuries with internal force, although the meridians of his hands had been broken by the enemy, but he could barely move, and the operation of internal force, in the range of three zhang, he could do it. White smoke suddenly rose from Ding Xiaoyu's head, and his face turned from white to blue, and then to red, flashing with an uncertain light.

"Senior, why did Brother Yu get hurt so badly?" asked Zhang Hou suspiciously.

"In order to kill the enemy, I use eighty percent of my strength to control him, if it is a person like you, it is estimated that six successful powers can make you explode and die. Drunken Kenzaburo sighed.

"So is he still saved?" asked Xiaoyan worriedly.