After all, the cooperation is still a little jerky, and Xuan Ming found that every time he attacked, he needed to be targeted by various Wuhou groups. After taking a few heads, the pen & fun > www.biquge.info took a few heads, and they were a little interested.

These Blood Refining Sect members, who may not have even practiced drills, were not the opponents of the Martial Marquis at all, and they were wiped out in a few strokes.

Xuan Ming greeted Zhou Ming, stepped on the ground to the top of the stone pillar, and took a look at the overall situation.

Taking charge of the overall situation was just an excuse for him to tell Zhou Ming, he actually planned to close his eyes directly at the top of the column to recuperate.

At this time, the development of the battle situation was not far from his guess before he set off, to be honest, Wuhou Mansion had never seen a time of defeat.

He glanced around cursoryly, and the crossbowmen in the rear were still looking warily in all directions.

"If you want to be poor, go to the next level!"

is still in the shadow of the sword below, shouting and shouting to kill, and suddenly such a sentence came, which is really a bit cheap.

The martial marquis who were with him didn't care, but the remaining Blood Refining Sect members bared their teeth at Xuan Ming above from time to time, and before they could withdraw their open teeth, they could only step on the Huangquan Road with such expressions.

Zhou Ming cut it disdainfully, as far as the killing efficiency of the one on the stone is concerned, he is basically the same as him.

The battle continued, and only Xuan Ming shouted loudly. Zhou Ming asked aloud impatiently, "What are you doing?" He had never been distracted by the battle formation, and he did not look back.

But Xuan Ming didn't answer, and when he pulled out the sharp claws inserted into the head of the enemy in front of him, he looked up and saw where there was still a trace of Xuan Ming on the stone pillar above.

Moving his gaze back, Zhou Ming did not shout like Xuanming, but scolded angrily: "! Yang Hong, you dare to lead someone to cut my back row?!"

Did Yang Hong's action in cutting the back row succeed, it didn't seem that the thirty-two crossbowmen in the back line quickly shot a rain of arrows in all directions without panic.

The corpses that poured out of the stone forest on all sides fell in rows, but they still did not decrease, and they continued to pour out.

There was not a single ulcer on their bodies, and their skin was all blue, without any lines, as if they had been pressed out of a mold.

Yang Hong stood at the top of the pillar and looked at the martial marquis condescendingly, just like the blood refining skeleton that slaughtered civilians at Renhuo Station that day, looking at people like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Before the man arrived, the sword had arrived.

The sword shadow flew out from behind Xuan Ming again, and fell towards the stone pillar where Yang Hong was standing, and halfway through the sword, Yang Hong jumped easily, and flew to the stone pillar on the other side before the aura took effect.

Facing each other in the air, Yang Hong smiled and said: "It's you again, the defeated general, you really have the courage, before you found the contemptible person, didn't you think about the comparison of your strength with me?"

"It's all two arms and one head, and Dao Ye has never been afraid!"

The two of them soared into the air at the same time, just above the shadow of the sword that swallowed the sun and the moon, and the bone knife and Yan Shan were the same as they had been a few days ago.

The blade of the bone knife was knocked out of a gap again, and Yang Hong still laughed wildly, as if it was because the bone knife was damaged that it caused him to laugh.

Zhou Ming's figure flashed away, and Yang Hong slashed back with a knife while landing on the ground.

After a silent collision, the blade of the knife was held by Zhou Ming's claws, and he looked at the "leg bone" in front of him in disgust without saying a word.

At this moment, the Wuhou shield had killed all the Blood Refining Sect members and came to the rear.

And above them, the three of them were still facing each other. After the first sneak attack was discovered, Zhou Ming broke away from the battle early, formed a corner with Xuan Ming, and did not attack again.

He has absolute confidence in the brothers under his account, as long as the two of them drag Yang Hong, this situation will not be difficult to solve.

The battle situation was just as he expected, when the two of them confronted Yang Hong, even if these so-called corpses were rough and thick-skinned, invulnerable, or infinitely powerful, they were not the enemies of the Wuhou shield hand who rushed back.

"If you only have this ability, if you want to make trouble in Shenzhou, it's really too unwise!"

The wind is from the tiger, and the cloud is from the dragon.

Zhou Ming roared like a hungry tiger pounced on Yang Hong, bringing up a storm of stones.

Jumping into the air, it has turned into a white-fronted tiger with hanging eyes, the tiger is not big, just like Zhou Ming on weekdays.

But this flutter has exposed its streamlined muscular posture, and it looks full of infinite strength.

Yang Hong didn't slack off, he crackled and turned into a two-meter-tall green-skinned corpse, his sturdy body broke the cloth clothes he was wearing, maybe he didn't think he needed to make a move at all when he came to fight this time.

said that it was too late, Yang Hong had just propped up his body, and Zhou Ming had already pounced, and he only had time to hold Zhou Ming's claws.

I was kicked twice in the chest and abdomen, and although I was not injured, it was uncomfortable.

Zhou Ming, who was framed, was about to start from his feet and fade from the tiger form to the human form, at this time, from the tiger wind, Zhou Ming opened his bloody mouth, and a breathtaking tiger roar suddenly came out, which lasted until the fading was completed.

In the battlefield where I saw the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword, on the stone forest of the sea of clouds and stones blowing by the wind and stones, a green-skinned corpse more than two meters high was erecting a white-fronted tiger with a hanging eye roaring wildly.

The roar of the tiger that shook the mountains and forests all rushed towards Yang Hong's mind, making him sluggish for a while, and the figures in his eyes were confused.

This is a great chance to decide the winner!

How could Xuan Ming waste it, he remained silent, his sword qi surged above Yan Shan, and his figure moved instantly.

The blue-white afterimage did not stop, and quickly circled around the stone pillar where Yang Hong was standing. The blade of the sword is like cutting on a piece of cowhide, and the shallow entry stops.

As a last resort, he had no choice but to take advantage of the remaining momentum to change the sword move that originally intended to break the opponent's waist into a circular opening.

At the same time that Yang Hong's skin was opened, Xuan Ming and Zhou Ming withdrew together and returned to the original stone pillar again.

These two moves are quite expensive, and the breath of both of them sounds a little heavier.

Yang Hong's thick two green hands pressed his waist, and suddenly black blood splattered, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the wound that was originally open was pressed flat by him again.

He smiled as if he was nothing: "It's so powerful, it's so powerful, it broke the corpse armor of the despicable person again." The hoarse voice was the same as before, and it didn't change half a minute because of the injury.

"Perverted!" Zhou Ming spat on the ground.

The two of them tried their best to kill them, but they were ignored by Yang Hong like this.

But seeing Yang Hong raise his hands up, hugging the heavens and the earth, bursts of corpse qi seemed to be being pulled, emerging from the corpse on the ground, spinning and slowly heading towards Yang Hong, gradually forming a black corpse qi vortex.

The black clouds in the sky also want to drill into the whirlpool, but fortunately, the momentum of heaven and earth is not so easy to borrow.

But the weather that is rolled up by manpower alone is much more powerful than that of Xuan Ming and the others.

The swirling corpse mist was like a whirlwind, and Yang Hong was like the king among them, and Xuan Ming Zhou Ming, who was opposite him in the air, became insignificant.