Out of the darkness came out of the six behemoths, their muscles were bursting, their blood was swelling, and there was a devastating aura between their gestures, and a little human appearance could still be seen on their distorted faces. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After appearing, without saying a word, they were divided into two groups, and Li Muyan and Jing Xinyao were separated and surrounded by them.

Jing Xinyao had already pulled out her sword and was ready for battle. Without hesitation, the troll picked up his huge fist and smashed it at Jing Xinyao.

Jing Xinyao jumped, dodging the attack, and then felt a cold wind hit her from behind, and another troll slammed into her back head-on.

Jing Xinyao's body was flexible, she turned upside down, stepped on the shoulders of the person who hit her with her legs, and stepped hard to jump out of the encirclement.

Unexpectedly, a huge shadow appeared above, obscuring the moonlight, and raised his huge elbow and slammed it down.

At this time, there was nowhere to escape, Jing Xinyao could only raise her mother sword to block, and the long sword stabbed at the person in the air, but she didn't expect that the other party had rough skin and thick flesh, and the tip of the sword couldn't pierce half a point against her elbow.

A huge force came from the mother sword, and it forced Jing Xinyao to fall down.

With her legs on the ground, Jing Xinyao used her internal force, and the mother sword suddenly let out a burst of dragon groans, and a stream of sword qi erupted, and blood splattered on the troll's elbows, and was driven by the sword blade and thrown aside.

At this moment, the two trolls outside the name had already pressed close to Jing Xinyao's sides, each punching back and forth.

Jing Xinyao's two swords came out together, stabbed at one person with one sword, the sword reached mid-air, and was pinned by the opponent with one hand, and he wanted to break the double sword with all his strength.

Jing Xinyao was shocked, and used all her strength to use the Wind Wheel Sword, using herself as the center of the circle and began to rotate rapidly, and the powerful rotation force brought the two trolls to fly, but the two of them still held the sword and never let go.

The speed of rotation is getting faster and faster, and a gust of wind is blowing.

The Wind Wheel Sword was transported to the extreme, and the wind that blew up could kill people invisibly, and in a short time, the troll had been cut by the wind blade with several wounds, and blood flowed.

Jing Xinyao roared, and several sharp sword qi also appeared on the two swords, directly cutting off the thick fingers held on the long sword.

As soon as the resistance was gone, Jing Xinyao swung her long sword and jumped up, and a whirlwind struck, rushing towards the two trolls below.

Ignoring the pain of the severed finger, the troll also jumped into the air to meet Jing Xinyao, stretching out his other hand to block the sword qi.

At this time, Jing Xinyao's internal strength had been pushed to the extreme, and the sword qi was extremely sharp, destroying gold and breaking stones wherever she passed.

The whirlwind came swiftly, easily slicing off the troll's entire palm, blood gushing out.

The troll was unmoved, still maintaining an upward momentum, and slammed into Jing Xinyao with his huge head.

This was something that Jing Xinyao had not expected in advance, and by the time she reacted, it was too late, and two huge heads were pressed against her one after another, and the breath in her body was disordered, and blood came out of her mouth.

After kicking the two of them away, Jing Xinyao fell to the ground, panting heavily.

The two trolls fell to the ground heavily, then bounced up, shrugged their shoulders, and forced Jing Xinyao, intending to crush them left and right.

Jing Xinyao carried the internal force with both feet, jumped up, and suddenly, a huge force surged from her feet, and when she looked down, another troll had already grabbed her feet tightly with both hands, and pulled down hard, and the momentum was immediately dissolved.

Unstable, Jing Xinyao could only watch the two trolls on the left and right rushing towards her, ready to meet the flanking attack.

At this moment, two half-moon-shaped sword qi burst through the air, directly cutting off the troll's feet.

The two trolls suddenly felt their feet loosen, they were already unconscious below the knee, although their bodies were still moving forward, they lost the support under their feet, and one was unsteady and had fallen to the ground, turning their huge heads to look left and right, not realizing what was happening.

Narrowly escaped, Jing Xinyao's luck kicked backwards, broke free from the shackles of the troll, turned down and slashed out with a sword, a long sword mark was deeply imprinted on the troll's body from the bottom up, and several lines of blood spurted out, not stopping for a long time.

Looking at it, after saving Jing Xinyao's life, Li Muyan was involved by the three trolls behind him, but he saw that he was elegant, with a sword like a swimming dragon, shuttling between the three of them. Each time, the troll would get a few more sword wounds. After a short time, the three of them could not support their bodies for a while due to excessive blood loss and collapsed to the ground.

Looking at these six demonized people, Li Muyan sighed: "I don't know what sins these people created in their lives, and they turned into this picture of people who are not human ghosts or ghosts." ”

"There must be someone behind such a large-scale mutation, Mu Yan, we must find out the real culprit behind the scenes and bring him to justice. Several trolls who were not yet dead were lying on the ground and still trying to crawl at the two of them, and in their eyes, there seemed to be only endless killing. Jing Xinyao couldn't bear to look at it anymore, turned her head and walked into the woods, and just now she seemed to vaguely see the shadow of Chen Wenping's brother in the distance.

In the depths of the jungle, two villagers set up Chen Wenping, and one of them pried open his mouth and forcibly poured a black pill into it.

"Stop!" By the time Jing Xinyao and the others arrived, it was too late, and they saw Chen Wenping rolling on the ground in pain, and the anger in his eyes was slowly disappearing, replaced by a strange red light shooting out of his eyes.

After a while, Chen Wenping slowly stood up, expressionless, and stood in the ranks of the villagers.

"Brother, brother!" Chen Wen'an shouted and wanted to rush towards Chen Wenping, but was grabbed by the villagers behind him, forcibly grabbed his mouth, picked up the black pill and was about to stuff it.

At the critical moment, a short sword flew through the air, knocked down the pill, and then a figure appeared in front of Chen Wen'an, slapped several times in a row, knocked down several villagers around him, picked up his body, and retreated to the entrance of the cave.

"I beg you, save my brother. Seeing Jing Xinyao and the others coming, Chen Wenan pleaded with them.

As soon as the words fell, the villagers had already gathered around, and Chen Wenping was among them.

Jing Xinyao sent Chen Wen'an to a safe place in the corner of the side, and she and Li Muyan drew their swords and rushed into the crowd and fought together.

After seeing his brother, Chen Wenan hurriedly rushed to him, took his hand, and wanted to pull him away from the battle circle.

The two hands touched, and a coldness came from Chen Wenping's hand, Chen Wenan was startled and looked up at him.

I saw Chen Wenping's eyes empty, and he shook off the hand held by Chen Wenan, and stretched his hands towards Chen Wenan's neck.

Brother, what are you doing here? Before he could say anything, Chen Wenan felt his throat tighten, and he couldn't breathe.

Brother, I am your own brother Wen'an, brother, don't you recognize me? Chen Wen'an stared at Chen Wenping with tears in his eyes.

The strength of Chen Wenping's hands became stronger and stronger, and Chen Wenan's consciousness became more and more blurred.

Gradually, Chen Wen'an closed his eyes and slowly lowered his hands.

Suddenly, something seemed to flash through Chen Wenping's mind.

A teardrop fell on Chen Wen'an's face.

Feeling his throat loosen, Chen Wenan opened his eyes again, and what caught his eye was Chen Wenping's tear-filled eyes, although his face was still expressionless, but his eyes would not deceive.

"Brother!" Chen Wenan shouted.

Chen Wenping froze in place, his hands still in the air, but he no longer pinched them hard.

At this moment, a villager on the side saw Chen Wen'an and picked up a firewood knife and slashed it.

Chen Wenan exclaimed, seeing the cold light cut down, a figure blocked in front of him.

The knife was deeply embedded in Chen Wenping's shoulder, stuck in his shoulder blade, unable to move.

The villager with the knife was stunned, and before he could think about it, Chen Wenping punched the villager several meters away.

Seeing that his companions were being attacked, several villagers on the side besieged Chen Wenping and Chen Wenan.

Chen Wenping blocked in front of Chen Wen'an, and took all the attacks with his body, and after a while, his left hand was cut off, his right palm was completely cut off, and his face was covered with knife marks, but he still stood in front of Chen Wen'an, protecting his most beloved brother.

Seeing Chen Wenping's tragic situation, Chen Wenan was already stupid, he didn't want his brother to die, he didn't want to leave him alone.

At this time, Chen Wenping seemed to feel Chen Wenan's panic and sadness, and slowly turned his head, and a smile suddenly appeared on his expressionless face.

Wen'an, you have to live.

Chen Wenping didn't say this, but the care in his eyes went straight to the bottom of Chen Wenan's heart.

Several firewood knives slashed at Chen Wenping's back at the same time, and he slowly knelt down and protected Chen Wen'an in his arms.

"Brother!" Chen Wenan shouted loudly.

But who will answer? Who is qualified to answer?

Outside the crowd, a woman with a long sword was hurrying over here. (To be continued.) )