Following.

Wang Yuehe was cold-blooded, walked out of the forest, and came to a thatched place.

The sun was scorching, and it seemed like it was coming to join in the fun after last night's storm.

After chasing here, both of them knew that the target was very close.

At the moment of dawn, they found some clues in a place between trees and forests, which were the footprints of a cold-blooded enemy, which were clearly visible.

It was from this direction that the man seemed to not want to hide his tracks, so that the cold-blooded could easily find him.

The long thatch, which reaches to the waist and abdomen, needs to be separated all the way, and it is also necessary to prevent plotting and be careful.

Cold-blooded in front, Wang Yue in the back, guarding all around, and moving forward with his hands parting the thatch.

After a while, both of them noticed the anomaly in front of them, the thatch disappeared, and two figures stood in front of them, as if waiting for them.

Wang Yue and Cold-blooded glanced at each other, and both walked forward calmly.

Sure enough, the two of them were not surprised to see them coming, obviously waiting for them, a middle-aged man of medium stature, with a smile on his face, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, clearly dressed as a businessman.

Cold-blooded recognizes him, he is Zhuge Xiande, who is kind on the surface, but he is scheming, extremely vicious, and murderous.

The other person, standing motionless, only raised his head when he looked at him in cold blood, and his eyes were shining inexplicably, staring at cold blood.

He was like a tough and swarthy boulder.

Not far behind him, there were seven or eight boxes of gold and silver, which were the batch of disaster relief money that he wanted to recapture in cold blood this time.

"You can't take this money. "Cold-blooded.

The man said in a deep voice, "When you die, we will definitely be able to take it." ”

Cold-blooded expressionless, he said, "Yes, you are so sure, maybe it is you who will die." ”

The man seemed to smile, glanced at Cold-blooded and Wang Yue, and said, "Now you have no chance of winning. ”

The cold-blooded eyes didn't blink, and the hand holding the sword was more steady, and said, "You try it." ”

The man was expressionless, glanced at Zhuge Xiande on the side, and said, "That kid, leave it to you to take care of, and I will deal with it in cold blood." ”

"Yes. Zhuge Xiande nodded hurriedly, and then looked at Wang Yue, hiding his killing intent under the seemingly kind smile.

Very cooperatively, Wang Yue and Zhuge Xiande gradually moved away from here, swept to a mile to their left, and divided into two different battlefields.

Cold-blooded and that person, still not far from each other, face to face, don't seem to be in a hurry to make a move, maybe find another excellent opportunity to make a move.

Wang Yue and Zhuge Xiande, two feet apart, Wang Yue held a sword in his hand, a light blue sword, obtained from the hands of Yin and Yang Wuji, looking at its material, it was not weaker than the silver snake whip, and there was a cool atmosphere. Zhuge Xiande is a knife, shorter and thinner than ordinary knives, which is the origin of Zhuge Xiande's reputation as "the first knife" in the rivers and lakes.

Wang Yue knew that Zhuge Xiande's fast knife was as fast, as accurate, and as difficult to deal with as a cold-blooded sword.

"Boy, your martial arts are not weak and cold-blooded, and you are not fast-catching, why do you want to help cold-blooded?"

Obviously, for Wang Yue's sudden appearance, their thirteen murderers were unexpected, especially this person has martial arts equivalent to cold-blooded, and it is even more unexpected to help cold-blooded and kill eleven of them.

"If you have to find a reason, it is: I'm willing!" Wang Yue's answer was so overwhelming that Zhuge Xiande was at a loss.

He didn't expect that the other party would help cold-blooded, just such a reason that was not a reason, wasn't he afraid of death!

Zhuge Xiande was slightly stunned, but Wang Yue seized the opportunity, and the light blue sword light flashed, as fast as a shock, stabbing at the other party's throat!

Bite!

Swords collide, collide, and another touch is divided!

However, the huge strength contained in the tip of Wang Yue's sword was unpredictable by Zhuge Xiande, and it was suddenly blasted out by a huge force.

knocked down countless thatches, retreated three feet, and then stood firmly.

As soon as he stabilized, a sword light flashed out again, rushing towards him!

This time, Zhuge Xiande was much more cautious, and as soon as the blade arrived, he slashed and handed it to Wang Yue's chest.

Ding Ding Ding!

The swords collided with each other, all of them were extremely fast, extremely powerful, the two instantly fought sixteen moves, Wang Yue attacked eight swords, the other party defended eight swords, and the other party attacked eight swords, Wang Yue defended eight swords.

Neck and neck!

For the time being, no one can help anyone!

The two loud shouts came out together, Wang Yue and Zhuge Xiande both jumped up, leaped into the air, swords intersected, swords and swords flashed, and they didn't know how many moves they had fought against.

At the same time, the thatch within a kilometer of the two of them was flattened, and the orange soil could be seen clearly.

Both of them had several wounds.

Wang Yue stood upright like a strong pine, his eyes were staring at Zhuge Xiande like a sword, and the white clothes on his body were torn in many places, but there were no blood stains, only a few blood marks on his left arm, and the blood stained the sleeve of his left arm.

Zhuge Xiande's face was gloomy, his eyes were like knives staring at Wang Yue, blood was splashed on his abdomen and chest, and his clothes were dyed red in the blink of an eye.

"I didn't expect that the fourth child's mixed ingots armor was worn on your body. Zhuge Xiande said.

"I miscalculated. ”

Wang Yue smiled coldly, the hand holding the sword was steady, and he didn't talk nonsense with him, and swung his sword to attack.

......

The other party.

The cold-blooded man and the rock-like man have already exchanged hands.

The other party did not use the sword, but even used his bare hands to block the cold-blooded sword.

The fight between the two is more dangerous and swift than Wang Yue and Zhuge Xiande.

The cold-blooded had already fought with all his might, and every inch and muscle of the entire body was bursting out with endless attacks, the sparks were galloping, the sword qi was all over the sky, and the nine swords were attacked like lightning.

The sword is weird, and the sword is vicious.

This is already an all-out sword move that leaves no way out, either the enemy dies or he dies, leaving no room for anything.

That person, but his body is like a ghost, his speed is like lightning, no matter how cold-blooded he attacks, how sharp and fast his swordsmanship is, it is difficult to hurt his body.

Nine swords stabbed out, all of which were completely flashed by the man. Cold-blooded, but he would not give the other party a chance, and he handed the sword to attack quickly, stabbing twelve swords in a row.

The man let out a strange scream, his body flickered and moved incredibly, and he dodged the twelve swords again.

Suddenly, with a loud cry in cold blood, he turned around and swayed a cold light, the long sword roared violently, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the seven swords swept out.

The man's body was like the wind, and he could dodge the seven swords.

One of the two dodged, the other attacked quickly, the person dodged fast, the cold-blooded swordsmanship was faster, almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, and it was nine swords stabbing out!

Jian Feng finally caught up with the man, and although he tried his best to dodge, his clothes were pierced through nine small holes, almost injuring his body.

Leaning closer, raising the sword and six swords rushed out!

The man couldn't avoid it, and immediately his face turned cold, and he straightened his palms and took the cold-blooded sword with both hands!

I have to say, it's crazy!

The sound of "Qiang Qiang!" sounded, and the sword palms intersected, as if the swords struck each other, and the man completely blocked the cold-blooded six swords, without any damage!

Whew!

Three swords in a row followed by the previous six swords, and the cold-blooded sword would never give people a chance to breathe, just like the wind and lightning, the waves were big, layer upon layer, until the opponent was killed under the sword.

The man's chest, waist, abdomen, neck, and hips each had a scar, and the wound was very shallow, only oozing a faint trace of blood.

Cold-blooded was a little frightened, because he had made forty-seven swords, but he only suffered a little injury, not even an injury.

The man smiled.

Suddenly, the cold-blooded forty-eighth sword stabbed out!

On the way to the sword, it was already shattered by the true qi, and a broken sword shot out obliquely, brushing the man's right shoulder, cutting a wound, but the man couldn't take his eyes off it, staring at the broken sword stabbed in his cold-blooded hand!

I only heard him shout, his palms clasped together violently, and when the cold-blooded broken sword stabbed him, he caught it steadily!

The two sides are separated at the touch of a button.

The cold-blooded forty-eighth sword, few people can catch his forty-eighth sword, and the person in front of him actually caught it with a pair of fleshy palms!

This is the second time he has caught it!

In that confrontation three years ago, the other party also caught his forty-eighth sword, but before the forty-ninth sword came out, the other party fled.

Everyone in the rivers and lakes knew that he had forty-nine swords in cold blood, and no one had ever been able to survive under his forty-nine swords.

As soon as the forty-ninth sword is released, the opponent will die, which is something he has never broken since he took up the position of catching fast.

Today, however, this is still the case.

Even if the other party takes his forty-eight swords, in front of the forty-ninth swords, it will be the same result.

"Kill!"

The cold-blooded monster screamed, and the forty-ninth sword finally stabbed out!

When the man saw him stab the forty-ninth sword, his face was also unprecedentedly solemn, and there was a trace of excitement, and suddenly, two sword lights flashed from his hands!

This sword, which cannot be described in words as fast and accurate, is indomitable, and its momentum has climbed to a peak.

Boom!

A lifetime sounded, and when the long sword reached the man's chest, it was framed by two broken swords as thin as cicada wings!

Cold-blooded unexpectedly, that person made it a sword in the sleeve!

In the next moment, the sword in the man's left hand shook the cold-blooded broken sword, and the sword in his right hand quickly rolled out, slashing towards the cold-blooded right arm, one after the other, to unload the cold-blooded right arm!

The sword light was shining, and the cold-blooded sword shook away the man's left hand, and his body flew back, and at the same time, there was also an additional scar on his right arm, and blood gushed out.

The wound was not deep, but it was very large, more than three inches long, and the strength on his right hand was already only one percent, and there was no way to attack again.

This time, it was he who lost!

For the first time, his forty-ninth sword failed to defeat the enemy and was defeated by the enemy.

The other party took advantage of the situation and rushed out, as if he must kill the cold-blooded under the sword, and the two-handed double swords rushed out in a row, and the sword light flashed everywhere, overwhelmingly towards the cold-blooded cover.

With such an attack, it was difficult to dodge, and with a cold-blooded gritted tooth, he raised a few strengths, and stabbed out the forty-ninth sword again, and slashed straight up at the opponent's double sword pinch!

The result was obvious, as soon as it came into contact, the cold blood felt a strong shock coming over, and was immediately shocked and flew back a few feet, and the broken sword in his hand also flew out, inserted into a tree trunk, but he hit another big tree trunk directly, and suddenly felt a pinprick pain all over his body.

As soon as the man's two swords were retracted, his body shot out like electricity, and he landed in front of the cold-blooded, raising his leg and kicking it in the cold-blooded chest!

The cold blood flew out again, spurting out a long strip of blood in midair, and then rolled a few times, falling to the ground.