When everyone saw that the secret weapon was successful, they were all happy in their hearts. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 However, when the figure in the air slammed to the ground, everyone realized that this was not Ding Yu at all, but the corpse of a knife man who had been bitten to pieces!

At the same time, a blood-red shadow quickly burst into the crowd, and in the middle of the ten commands, more than a dozen people snorted one after another, and they were stunned by the point, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

"Help!" "Stop that thief!" shouted someone in the crowd, and dozens of people closest to him surrounded Ding Yu, while the dozen or so companions of the stunned warriors took the opportunity to rescue them back to their own gang.

In the blink of an eye, Ding Yu has been surrounded by dozens of warriors in the center, and is about to be surrounded by them, but these dozens of people are from different sects, their martial arts are uneven, and they are not used to cooperating.

Ding Yu rushed left and right, causing the dozens of people to surround the left and right, and tore out two or three gaps in the encirclement in a few back and forth. Ding Yu took advantage of the situation to jump out of the oblique stab, and had already dodged out of a gap, and while breaking through, his palms swept outward, and with two bumps, the two martial artists were slapped by him and spurted blood, flying out sideways, knocking down three or four people one after another.

As soon as Ding Yu broke out of an encirclement, people immediately rushed over from all directions, but they found powerlessly that this monk's light martial arts were simply wonderful, and their fists, feet, and swords could not touch him at all. Often a knife slashed at his body, and when the blade fell, the monk was no longer in place, not only the knife slashed into the air, but also fell on other warriors, and after a while, twenty or thirty people were injured by their own people.

However, the exercises in the martial arts of the Western Regions may be lower than those in the Central Plains martial arts, but when it comes to fighting experience, it is still excessive. After surviving the initial chaos, some people soon realized that if they continued to fight like this, with the monk's strange body method, they were afraid that hundreds of people would die on their side, and they would not be able to hurt the thief's bald skin.

I only heard one person say loudly: "All the disciples retreat to the gang and the sect to hold on, the poisonous dark green is ready, once the thief is close, throw me out." The matter of the siege and killing will be handed over to the old man and the others!" This person's words clearly reached everyone's ears in the melee of hundreds of people, and the depth of the internal force can be seen.

"It's the Lord of the Black Sand Castle South!"

"The Lord of Nanbao has an order, and we should obey it!"

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It can be seen that this "Nanbao Lord" has a very high prestige, and when he spoke, the crowd responded, and the crowd that originally surrounded Ding Yu retreated like a tide, vacating a vacant space in a blink of an eye. Dan Ding Yu finally rushed into the enemy formation, how could he allow them to distance themselves again? With his long hands, he grabbed the veins of the two white-robed warriors and dragged them back, then took a step forward, and struck the chests of the two of them with both palms at the same time. The two flew towards the crowd behind them like a broken kite, and Ding Yu jumped up after him, and with the cover of these two people, he was about to rush into the crowd again.

At this moment, a thunderous shout sounded in the crowd in front of Ding Yu, and a huge axe slashed horizontally, cutting off the bodies of the two people in a devastating manner, and in a large rain of blood, the tip of the axe slashed towards Ding Yu's chest.

Ding Yu didn't have time to take a closer look at the other party's appearance, eagerly struck a thousand pounds, his feet fell firmly to the ground, and at the moment before the sharp axe reached his body, the upper body suddenly folded backwards, and snorted, the tip of the axe drew a long mark on the placket of Ding Yu's chest, but it was almost staggered with his skin. At the same time as Ding Yu leaned back, a kick popped out of his feet, and he was kicking the axe side of the giant axe.

The man with the axe felt a strong force, and the great axe was about to fly out of his hand. But this giant axe is a sharp weapon that he has not left for decades, how can he easily get rid of it, gritting his teeth and clenching his hands tightly, but he still can't offset the power of Ding Yu's kick, and his hands can only be raised high with the giant axe, exposing the entire upper body.

How could Ding Yu miss this opportunity, the index finger of his right hand straightened, and a finger force suddenly shot out, breaking through the person's lower abdomen.

I only heard the sound of metal on the ground of the "bell", and a huge shield that looked like a door panel stretched out horizontally, covering most of the body of the axe-wielding man tightly, just blocking Ding Yu's air finger power.

Ding Yu sighed lightly, his Yiyang finger power has been cultivated for forty years, purely in terms of power, even if Duan Yingsi is still alive, he will not be stronger than him, although Fang Cai is just a finger, but the other party can block it casually, and it is by no means an ordinary person. As everyone knows, he was surprised in his heart, and the man with the shield was even more shocked, this person was originally a general of a small country in the West, because he had repeatedly defeated strong enemies, and the lord of the country rewarded this huge shield.

The shield is made of Damascus steel, lined with fine cork and animal skin, which is not only indestructible, but also has the effect of insulating strength. Even the cavalry spears could easily block when they were charging, but the monk's finger force, to put it mildly, actually passed through the big shield, and some of the force actually hit his arm faintly sore—this was the first time he had encountered a strange force that he couldn't stop since he got this huge shield.

Seeing Ding Yu's upper body bounce up, his hands raised, and it seemed that there was another finger force. The man with the shield was about to bite the bullet, but he heard a few cheers from the crowd - "Lord Nanbao has made a move!" "The owner of the Blood Moon Mountain Villa and his wife!" "There are also two brothers, the Golden Snake and the Silver Snake!"

In the cheers, I saw people on the left, right, and front three sides attacking Ding Yu.

The two on the left are holding thin long swords, and when the sword body is stabbed, it trembles like a snake letter, and the point of the sword is full of personal vital points; on the right, two are a man and a woman, the man holds a thick-backed broadsword, and the woman has two sharp claws on her forearms, and the blades of the two have green lights flashing from time to time, which is obviously coated with poison; and an old man behind Ding Yu seems to be bare-handed, injuring the enemy with a pair of fleshy palms, but in fact, at the same time as he palms, several thin needles like cow hair flew out of the sleeves on both sides, silently shooting at Ding Yu and the Tong Luoxing on his back.

Although it was only an attack of five people, it was completely different from the previous rabble, the husband and wife and brothers cooperated in pairs, each blocking the retreat of one side, and no matter where Ding Yu fled, he would be hit by the other two.

It's too late, it's too soon. Ding Yu lifted a breath of true qi and shot forward, kicking his feet on the big shield, and the shield bearer and the axe wielder worked together to resist the other side of the big shield, but they also kicked back three steps. And Ding Yu took advantage of this kick, his body fell backwards, and he shot five fingers with both hands in midair, avoiding the five people on the left and right and behind him again and again, and when he landed, he happened to face the seven besiegers head-on.

Before Ding Yu could breathe a sigh of relief, more than a dozen voices of clothes with wind sounded behind him, his eyes swept away, and more than ten people flashed out of the crowd, standing behind him two or three feet away, and Ding Yu was sandwiched between him and the seven people in front of him. Looking at the momentum of more than ten people behind him, he is not inferior to the seven people in front of him, at least they are all masters of the first-class realm. (To be continued.) )