Fu Hongxue's steps got bigger. Despite dragging one leg, he took a bigger step.

He's also quicker at the knife.

Wherever he passed, a masked man fell to the ground.

He couldn't help but take bigger steps and go faster.

Except for the people on Yan's righteous side, there are not many people left in the field.

Those who fell on the field had martial arts righteous paths and evil demons.

The person who had just fallen down was recognizable by Fu Hongxue from his shot, he was a martial arts celebrity in the northwest. He is a martial arts righteous path.

The person who had just fallen and stabbed the wind, Fu Hongxue could identify from his hand, he was a fierce god in Yandi. He's a demonic outsider.

At this moment, whether it is the righteous path of martial arts or the outer path of evil demons, no matter what purpose they came to Fengmingzhuang, they are all killable people in the eyes of Yan Zhengyi and his subordinates. Yan Zhengyi and his subordinates didn't seem to care who the other party was at all. As long as it's not theirs, they kill. Indiscriminate killing. Scarnage. Slam.

Iron Harrier, Li Jinyi and Wu Zhi all saw blood.

They fought fiercely against Yan Zhengyi with three enemies and one, but they still saw blood.

The Iron Harrier has turned into a bloody man. All the blood sprinkled on him was his own. Half of it was from his face, and the other half was from a spear.

Li Jinyi looks slightly better. On his body, only there was a large pool of blood on his chest. It was blood oozing from the wound caused by the spear of the Shohachi spear cut through the chest.

Wu Zhi's appearance is similar to that of an iron harrier. He had already sent out all the gadgets he was carrying, but he still couldn't hit Yan Zhengyi. Now, he's fighting the enemy empty-handed. Under Yan Zhengyi's spear, he was restrained everywhere. There were blood stains on his chest and on both arms. His head was also swept by the spear, and a large piece of his belt hair was swept off.

Jiang Haipeng was also covered in blood. Now, the blood on his body is not only his enemy's, but also his own. Those who besieged him were all masters. Every attack is extremely ruthless. Each one wanted to get him to the ground as quickly as possible.

Jiang Zheng also has blood on his body. However, he was not injured. His knife is very fast. After experiencing a retching and seeing an incredible scene, Jiang Chengcheng's heart has been settled.

What he experienced today, what he saw today, completely subverted his previous perception. He's numb now. There is no enemy in his eyes. None of them are human. In Jiang Cheng's eyes, they were just wood for his usual knife practice.

He swung his knife, swung his knife, and swung his knife again. He killed more and more people. He also recruited more and more people. Even Xue Ba was recruited by him.

Now, he is fighting against Xue Ba. Together with Xue Ba, there were several masked people who launched an attack on Jiang Chengcheng.

Jiang Bingchuan also has a lot of blood on his body. Murong Jiumei's blow still seriously injured Jiang Bingchuan. Jiang Bingchuan's current shot is still very fast, but it is no longer as fast as before he was injured. Moreover, his soft sword was also ripped off by Murong Jiumei. What he was using now was an ordinary long sword that he had picked up from the ground. It's not so easy. He's been hit several times. He can't even rescue Jiang Haipeng or Jiang Zheng now.

The old man surnamed Qian also fell. He is extremely not weak. What he used was a Qiankun point acupuncture hand that Fu Hongxue had never seen a few times. The left hand is dry, and the right hand is kun. Dotted is a dot, swept is a dot, whisk is a dot, patted is still a dot.

His shot was extremely accurate. Every time he makes a shot, whether it's a left hand or a right hand, one of his opponents will be knocked to the ground by him. Not everyone can do it.

The man who was knocked to the ground by him never got up again. Just because he can't hit Fu Hongxue's acupoint doesn't mean that he can't hit other people's acupoints. All he ordered were dead holes. A dead hole that kills when you hit it.

It's a pity that there are too many people besieging him. There are also hidden weapons. When he was shot in the leg by several hidden weapons, a knife and a sword stabbed him in the chest at the same time. Before falling to the ground, he struck the masked man with a knife with his left hand and a masked man with a sword with his right hand.

He fell down with the two masked men who had stabbed the sword into his chest.

Fu Hongxue swung the knife again. With this knife, he directly met the Zhangba spear in Yan Zhengyi's hand.

This spear, Yan Zhengyi was originally stabbed into the chest of the Iron Harrier. The Iron Harrier is almost overwhelmed. If it weren't for Fu Hongxue's knife, the position of the head catcher of the six doors in the northwest of the Iron Harrier would have been considered to be at the end.

Iron Harrier, Li Jinyi, and Wu Zhi did not speak. They know that now is not the time to speak. They also don't have time to talk. Although Fu Hongxue blocked Yan Zhengyi for them, there were still many masked people around to kill.

They didn't besiege Yan Zhengyi with Fu Hongxue. They knew that once Fu Hongxue and Yan Zhengyi handed it over, with their current situation, if they got involved again, it would only cause trouble for Fu Hongxue.

The three of them went after the masked man.

Yan Zhengyi smiled. He finally met an opponent who could fight with all his might.

He is the King of Heaven. What he likes most is to fight his opponents heartily.

After becoming the leader of the martial arts alliance in the five northwestern provinces, there are very few opportunities for him to make a move. So little that he felt a little bored on his own.

In the battle to intercept and kill Wang Zhenwei's dart team, Yan Zhengyi finally opened another killing ring. It's a pity that there are too few people in the dart team. In the battle of Peacock Villa, Yan Zhengyi finally killed him happily. However, even that battle cannot be counted as a real battle for Yan Zhengyi. The opponent is too weak.

Now, at last, there is a good opponent.

Yan Zhengyi speared. Not only did he strike fiercely, he changed his moves quickly, but the strength of his spear was also fierce.

Between stabbing, picking, piercing, and teasing, Yan Zhengyi attacked Fu Hongxue with more than a dozen moves in a blink of an eye.

Fu Hongxue's heart sank slightly.

He seldom fought against people like this.

His knives have always been extremely fast. When he has not yet retreated, it is often the sound of his sword that his opponent has already fallen. He couldn't remember the last time he had fought someone. Even when he had just fought against He Lou Mingyue, he had never attacked him.

An inch long, an inch strong. Yan Zhengyi's Zhangba spear is too dominant. The spear in Yan Zhengyi's hand was a hundred inches longer than the knife in Fu Hongxue's hand?

Fu Hongxue's physical strength was also a little exhausted. When he was in Luosha Town, he experienced two major battles in the wind and sand. Subsequently, he was knocked unconscious by the heavy objects raised by the dry tornail, and he was unconscious for two days. In the past two days, he has not eaten a drop of rice or water.

Subsequently, he experienced a series of battles, and also fought with a big master like He Lou Mingyue.

Now, he's tired.

He knew where his knife should be swung. However, his knife began to deviate a little.

He knew where his steps should go. However, his pace began to lag a little.

He knew that the most important thing he should do now was to break through the Zhangba spear in Yan Zhengyi's hand and burst into his side to swing the knife. However, he could not break through the blocking of the spear.

He can only see the move.

He's accumulating.

He had once killed a master who was stronger than Yan Zhengyi. As long as he has the strength to build, he will be able to swing the knife into Yan Zhengyi's body.

Yan Zhengyi saw Fu Hongxue's exhaustion. He felt Fu Hongxue's exhaustion from the strength transmitted back from the Zhangba spear.

He knew that Fu Hongxue was tired.

So, he kept laughing. The martial arts he cultivates will not let out his inner breath because of laughter. On the contrary, such laughter can arouse the fighting spirit in his chest even more, and it can lift his momentum even more.

Yan Zhengyi stabbed straight with his spear.

Fu Hongxue moved to the left and swung her knife to meet the attack, but she was slow for a moment. In just a moment, the tip of the Zhangba spear slashed through Fu Hongxue's right rib. The spear was finally stained with Fu Hongxue's blood.

Yan Zhengyi swept away.

Fu Hongxue stepped back and swung her knife to meet the attack, but she was slow for a moment. The tip of the Zhangba spear swept over, and the clothes on Fu Hongxue's chest were torn.

Yan Zhengyi is on the rise.

Fu Hongxue leaned back and swung her knife to meet the attack, but she was still slow for a moment. The tip of Zhangba's spear slashed through Fu Hongxue's jaw, bringing up another wisp of blood.

Yan Zhengyi laughed wildly: "Fu Hongxue is nothing more than that!"

He speared again. This spear, he used the spear method to take the word. He wanted to take down Fu Hongxue with this spear.

Fu Hongxue stepped forward again. This time, he was even slower. The tip of the Zhangba spear directly pierced Fu Hongxue's left shoulder.

Yan Zhengyi was overjoyed, and was about to raise the spear to provoke Fu Hongxue, Fu Hongxue followed the spear and walked forward. He got faster.

His left shoulder slid over the spear. On his face, there were only beads of sweat, and there was not the slightest expression of pain.

Fu Hongxue wielded a knife.

Yan Zhengyi abandoned the spear.

He scurried back. In front of his chest, a stream of bloody arrows flew.

Fu Hongxue's knife finally hurt Yan Zhengyi.

"It's a pity. Fu Hongxue sighed secretly in her heart, pulled out her backhand, and pulled out the spear in her hand. Then, he threw it, and the spear directly pierced the two masked people in front of the iron harrier.

Fu Hongxue stood in place, quietly looking at Yan Zhengyi. Blood was gushing from his left shoulder.

Yan Zhengyi laughed angrily.

He hadn't tasted hurt in a long time. Before he sat in the position of the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance of the five northwestern provinces, he hadn't tasted injury for a long time. After sitting in this position, he couldn't imagine that he would be injured one day.

"Spear coming!" Yan Zhengyi shouted.

Another Zhangba spear flew towards Yan Zhengyi.

Fu Hongxue did not let Yan Zhengyi take the spear again. He knew that if Yan Zhengyi held the spear in his hand again, it would be impossible for him to hurt him again.

The pain from the wound in his left shoulder came second, but the bubbling blood took away more of Fu Hongxue's physical strength. He didn't have much stamina to lose. He can't bleed all the time like this.

It's completely impossible to kill all the enemies. The only glimmer of life can only be to capture the thief and capture the king.