Qin Jian was urging the horse to gallop, the crescent moon was hanging high in the air, but the hazy light reflecting the earth was not enough to make everything clear, and the speed of running naturally slowed down a lot.

Qin Jian looked down from time to time at Yan Xiaojun, who was still sleeping in his arms, and the roar of the lion and Jiang Kuo came faintly, running out for several miles, but it still sounded irritating. Qin Jian has been wandering in the rivers and lakes for ten years, but he has never escaped so embarrassed and so tragic as today, Jiang Kuo's roar is like being punched a few times by someone to Qin Jian, he really wants to turn back and beat this guy who roars like a beast until he can't roar loudly in the future.

Qin Jian's heart was depressed, but his mind was clear, Yan Xiaojun was still asleep, so the only thing he could do now was to flee before Sun Fan and the masters of the Sword Alliance gathered, and Qin Jian urged the horse even more urgently.

Jiang Kuo's arc moon heavy sword was inserted very deep in the grass, but the hand holding the sword trembled a little, it was not because of the colder and cooler autumn, this cold night, the man in yellow stood opposite him like a ghost, silent, but there was a compelling chill layered by the autumn wind, as if the breath of hell, the murderous aura of the man in yellow made him undoubtedly become a fierce ghost who demanded Jiang Kuo's life.

Jiang Kuo not only had anger on his face, but also rarely showed a sense of fear, Jiang Kuo was famous for his irritability, the name of the lion and Jiang Kuo came from his temper, and half of it came from his fearlessness, but at this time he was afraid.

Jiang Kuo let out another roar as if he was brave enough to face this life-seeking ghost, the Arc Moon Heavy Sword broke through the grass, and a piece of dirt connected to the tough grass splashed towards the man in yellow, and the Arc Moon Heavy Sword rushed and picked up, Jiang Kuo had decided that whether the man in yellow was a life-seeking ghost or a cold murderer, he would split him in half.

The man in yellow moved forward, not retreating, but advancing, his long sleeves had been lifted towards the oncoming dirt, and the seemingly idle flirt contained endless strength, and the dirt in front of him flew far faster than when he came, and counterattacked Jiang Kuo.

Jiang Kuo's arc moon heavy sword has been split from top to bottom to the man in yellow behind the dirt, this dirt reversed and pounced on him but he was powerless to dodge anymore, instinctively hit the side of his head and heart, it can be regarded as self-inflicted, but his arc moon heavy sword is the slightest change in the slashing momentum, no matter how heavy the hard hit is, he vows to cut the man in yellow in half.

Jiang Kuo roared dullly, his head dizzily leaned back, and the arc moon heavy sword split in his hand transmitted an endless feminine power, pulling the heavy sword into the grass fiercely, and his backward figure was grabbed by the arc moon heavy sword inserted into the grass because he didn't want to let go of the hand holding the sword.

Jiang Kuo's head was covered with mud, his eyes opened by force, and the man in yellow was in front of him, the long sword in his hand had been lowered, and he was still looking at him coldly, without the slightest intention of slashing his throat with the sword.

Jiang Kuo's scalp was numb, maybe it was because of the heavy blow of the soil, he knew in his heart that no matter whether it was a person or a ghost standing in front of him, he couldn't split someone in half.

Jiang Kuo still pulled out the arc moon heavy sword in the dirt with great force, dizzy and hazy, his body shook and lifted up, and with the roar in his throat, he slashed down.

The long sword in the hand of the man in yellow has stood up, and the last one to meet the arc moon heavy sword in the air, the double swords are sticky, and an endless feminine force is pulling the arc moon heavy sword to the side, slashing into the dirt, Jiang Kuo's dizziness and rapid fire just now have come to his senses, just when the arc moon heavy sword smashed into the dirt, a long howl from dozens of meters away was still echoing.

Jiang Kuo's body was slightly heavy, there was a muffled sound in his throat, and he jumped out with the vitality under his feet, and the man in yellow moved again at this moment, the cold light of the long sword flashed, but this lightning-fast sword did not stab Jiang Kuo, who had his feet off the ground and flew out upside down.

Jiang Kuo's screams resounded through the silence, and his body had already fallen four or five meters away, but the Arc Moon Heavy Sword was the first time in so many years that he had left him, and it was still deeply embedded in the soil, only slightly loosened, and one arm was still held on it, but there was no strength to maintain the sword body that it was about to jump out.

Jiang Kuo's arm was rushing out, his body was also out of balance due to the severe pain, and he staggered and fell backwards under his feet.

The man in yellow walked slowly towards Jiang Kuo, walking very slowly, Jiang Kuo's curled body had turned over, his throat let out a beast-like scream, his body slowly knelt and stood up, his eyes were red with anger, and the blood spilled from the broken arm was dripping on his face, looking at the man in yellow walking over like a ghost.

The man in yellow was unmoved, his steps were still slow and steady, and he came to Jiang Kuo's approach.

With a roar of all his might, Jiang Kuo clenched his fist with his left hand, rushed forward, and smashed the volley into the air with the falling gravity.

The figure of the man in yellow was also rushing forward, Jiang Kuo's fist had not yet smashed down, the fist of the man in yellow had already hit his abdominal cavity like a hammer, and the miserable howl in Jiang Kuo's mouth was blocked by the gushing fresh air, and his body flew out upside down, falling heavily three meters away.

The man in yellow walked towards Jiang Kuo coldly, Jiang Kuo was desperate, blood kept spilling out of his mouth, his eyes were wide open as he watched the man in yellow walk to his side, he no longer had any strength in his body to support him to launch another attack.

The man in yellow squatted down lightly and slowly raised his fist, Jiang Kuo only had the strength to open his eyes and watch.

Jiang Kuo's dull roar could not be rushed out of his throat, his limbs rose as the fist of the man in yellow fell on his chest, blood spurted from his mouth, the man in yellow slowly took away his fist, got up and looked at Jiang Kuo who had been sunken in his chest, and paused before walking towards the forest, and finally the black-clothed archer who had been punched by Qin Jian, after making that whistle, had staggered into the forest.

The three black-clothed swordsmen were returning the same way, the four archers had been thrown far away by them, Jiang Kuo had been with them for a long time, and they could naturally hear some information from Jiang Kuo's roar - an unprecedentedly strong enemy! They all thought so in their hearts.

The men in black and the archers had done their best, Jiang Kuo's character, he would never make such a summoning sound, although they knew that Jiang Kuo's summoning voice was definitely not directed at them, but they still desperately rushed to help.

A scream sounded in the forest, and the last archer who staggered forward rushed out with blood, Qin Jian's punch made him unable to make any action, but the punch in the back made him never be able to take any action again, and when he fell on the grass, all his internal organs were out of place in his abdomen, and he fell silent after just a few convulsions.

The man in yellow waited coldly, and he had heard the sound of his robe swinging in the wind.

The three black-clothed swordsmen were in rapid shape, and they had done their best, because the last miserable howl was no more than a hundred meters away from them, and they were in the forest ahead.

The trees were upside down, the clothes were hunting in the wind, and the three black-clothed swordsmen rushed into the forest, and the black-clothed swordsman who was running first shouted: "Disperse!"

The two black-clothed swordsmen in the back rushed forward as hard as they could, and they couldn't stop or dodge at this time, but the mutual trust they usually formed together told them that danger was imminent, so they could only instinctively swing to the sides, but their skill cultivation could never support their stiff writhing bodies in the rush, they almost fell to one side, screaming, screaming, and screaming sounded almost in no particular order! The three strong winds had continued to move away behind them.

The black-clothed swordsman who warned his companion in front had rushed out six or seven meters and fell to the ground, and he had already seen the ghost, the man in yellow, who could only be seen from a close distance!

The black-clothed swordsman saw the man in yellow raise his hands and began to warn, and at the same time reached forward, but he still regretfully held his empty fist and threw down the dust, and the branch that he wanted to grab was so fast that it was foggy when he saw it, and it had passed through his chest and landed behind him.

The last thing that came to mind before the black-clothed swordsman couldn't close his eyes was Qin Jian's face, he wouldn't believe that there could be a second person with this skill in this forest, and Jiang Kuo couldn't do that.

The man in yellow slowly walked towards the black-clothed swordsman who fell on both sides, the black-clothed swordsman on the left had already stood up, but the black-clothed swordsman who fell on the right was difficult to stand upright, his left ribs were bloody, his clothes had been torn into long strips, and the blood was flowing down the strips of cloth, and Bai Sen's ribs were faintly visible, and he was curled up in pain and wailed.

The black-clothed swordsman on the left looked at the cold and cold man in yellow with a pale face and a panicked heart, he didn't dare to escape, and he didn't dare to make a move, he knew that he would be in danger if he fled or fought hard, and the swaying mood and panicked fear made him choose to look at his companion, and at the same time shouted in a mutated tone: "Xiao Qi!"

Xiao Qi, who was about to faint in pain, was called back by this mutated tone, looking at his companion's lovely appearance, and then looking at his own injuries, he suddenly roared and rushed straight towards the man in yellow, the roar was caused by the wound caused by this desperate final blow, and the pain completely changed its voice.

The black-clothed swordsman on the left turned his back to the yellow-clothed man at this moment, and his panicked howl was also shouting for help in the distance.

The body in yellow has been ghostly translated, the sword momentum of the black-clothed swordsman has long been out of shape and weak due to the pain, with a muffled sound, his body flew back twice as fast as when he rushed over, and the blood in his mouth sprayed all over the air, and the figure of the man in yellow had leapt towards the black-clothed swordsman who fled last, and in just a moment, a miserable howl resounded through the woods.

The man in the green shirt who raided Qin Jian in the inn was already outside the forest, looking at the forest, his hand had been raised, and none of the thirty archers in the two rows of archers were left behind in the gallop along the way, and at this time, they were all full of arrows and just waited for the gesture of the man in green shirts to wave down.

The green shirt was waiting, he heard the screams and cries for help from the disciples of the Sword Alliance, he didn't rush into the forest for this, the bodies of Jiang Kuo and Dou Tao were here, Qin Jian couldn't resist the killer, the lion, Jiang Kuo, and one of the twin sword envoys of the branch couldn't resist either, so he chose to retreat to the second attack, waiting for the enemy to come out, and instantly let his marksmen cover a sharp arrow net with all their might, this was the only chance.

After a while, four screams came one after another, and the man in the green shirt had a solemn face, sweat stains on his forehead, and his hand in the air began to tremble more and more with the screams in the forest.

Calm had returned to the forest, and the greenshirts and archers were waiting quietly.