Before everyone could calm down the long sword and boiling qi and blood that had been shocked, the thin old man's figure had already rotated in a circle, and his body was half-squatting.

The katana in his hand had been spun to the lowest, and suddenly, the long knife in the hand of the thin old man swept upward, and the knife just now formed a cross.

"Zheng!Zheng!"

After the sword struck again, the long sword in the hands of Zhong Yin and the others could no longer hold it, and it came out of their hands, and a few people who had no weapons in their hands had to use this blow to fly out upside down.

Among the few people, only Zhuge Chunqiu was shocked by the power of these two slashes in succession, after all, these two slashes were the first to hit the long sword in his hand.

If it weren't for the extraordinary soldiers in his hands, he would have been so against the enemy again and again, I am afraid that the long sword would have broken long ago, and the sword would have been destroyed.

watched the weapons in their hands be knocked down by themselves and flew out of the city. How could the thin old man miss such an opportunity, he kicked the ground under his feet, his body rose into the air, and slashed towards Zhuge Chunqiu.

He hated Zhuge Chunqiu, if he hadn't seen the opportunity quickly just now, he wouldn't have lost something on his body.

For men, the head can be broken, the blood can be shed, and the face cannot be lost.

But more important than face, is his own descendants, this despicable person in front of him, without the spirit of bushido, actually attacked his own place, this revenge will not be avenged, and he will not be a man.

Zhuge Chunqiu kicked weakly, wanting to dodge this fatal blow, but he connected the thin old man with two moves in succession, and the Gang Qi was also shocking, so that he couldn't lift the Gang Qi at the moment, and he was already powerless to fight back.

Just when Zhuge Chunqiu and the others had the upper hand in the big battle with the thin old man, the Japanese ninjas who heard the movement and came to the aid had already arrived first.

Seeing Zhuge Chunqiu and others, you advance and I retreat, between attack and defense, it is completely orderly. Nangong Yuyu put his mind at ease and devoted most of his attention to dealing with the Japanese ninjas who came to help.

How could he have expected that the battle situation would change abruptly, at a glance, Zhuge Chunqiu was about to die under the thin old man's knife, and Nangong Yuyu, who was disfigured by Tianshu, was also unable to react at this moment.

Looking at the katana that was getting closer and closer, the cold glow on the blade was getting closer and closer, Zhuge Chunqiu only felt a chill rise from the bottom of his heart, and his mind suddenly became clear.

can be shocked and numb body, do not listen to their own call at all, even if they can only reach the sky at this moment, they are also powerless.

"Buzz!"

A faint humming sound came from behind the emaciated old man.

A chill rose from the bottom of his heart for no reason, and the instinct of the martial artist forced him to give up slashing at Zhuge Chunqiu.

The waist is twisted, and the hard life is shifted a little.

"Poof!"

The sound of the blade cutting **, the thin old man instinctively, let go of the left hand holding the knife, and waved it out with one palm.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the thin old man slammed his palm into the sneak attacker, knocking him away.

Who is it? Who would sneak attack the thin old man at this critical moment and save Zhuge Chunqiu's life.

"Bang! bang!"

There were two sounds in succession, but one was the sound of sneaking up and falling to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, it was a sneak attack with the power of the thin old man's palm, and the short knife in his hand was raised upward, cutting off the right hand of the thin old man holding the katana.

"Poof!"

After the sneak attacker landed. A mouthful of hot blood spurted out, and his expression suddenly withered, and there was bitter hatred in his eyes when he looked at the thin old man. Seeing that the blow was successful, he cut off the opponent's arm, and the corners of his mouth flashed with pleasure, not caring about his injuries at all.

Only then did everyone see that the person who attacked the sneak attack was actually Lan Ling Yimeng, who had been protected behind him by Nangong Yuyu, who had been disguised by Tianshu.

The battle was stalemate, and no one noticed when she left behind Nangong Yuyu, who was disguised by Tianshu, and secretly hid aside, waiting for an opportunity to make a move.

"Yimeng!"

Yiren exclaimed, and ran towards Lan Lingyimeng.

Zhuge Chunqiu and the others staggered to the ground at this moment, and took a few steps back to dissolve the power of this blow.

"Yaga!"

The thin old man clutched his severed arm, his face hideous.

"Yi Meng! You can't have anything to do! Yi Meng! I just recognized you as a sister!"

Yiren held Yimeng in his arms and roared sadly.

"Sister!"

Lan Ling leaned on his mouth and spat blood foaming heavily.

"Big brother, give the medicine to Yiren! Give it to me here!"

Zhuge Chunqiu took out the porcelain vase containing the Death Pill from his arms, and threw it to Zhong Yin with a flick of his hand.

With a kick on the ground, his body swept towards the thin old man who was treating the wound on his broken arm.

I don't know what method the thin old man used, his left hand was massaged and knocked on the broken arm a few times, he took out a small bottle from his arms, poured out some white powder on the wound, and the blood slowly stopped.

As soon as he finished treating the wound, there was a strong wind behind him, and the thin old man shook his body and dodged.

"Baga! despicable Central Plains people!"

The thin old man looked at Zhuge Chunqiu with an angry face.

"Kill!"

Zhuge Chunqiu doesn't care what the old man says, even if he wants to manage it, he is powerless, he doesn't understand Fusang language, just like the old man doesn't understand the Central Plains language.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Although the thin old man was not used to cutting off one of his arms for a while, and the balance of his body was also broken, after all, he was experienced and his strength was higher than Zhuge Chunqiu.

Zhuge Chunqiu saw that Yi Meng was seriously injured in order to save himself, life and death were unknown, he was angry, and he was desperate, coupled with his strong physique, he was quite strong for a while.

The two of you go back and forth, close to each other, and the fight is so lively, but the sister and brother of the sword family who took back the long sword can't intervene for a while.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Attacking three punches again, the two of them separated their bodies, gasping for breath, and the wound on the broken arm of the thin old man also leached out a little blood, ticking and falling to the ground.

"He's mine!

When the two separated, the sister and brother of the Jian family were about to hold their swords, but they were stopped by Zhuge Chunqiu reaching out.

"Hmm!"

Seeing Zhuge Chunqiu's resolute face, the two of them did not procrastinate, and retreated to the side of Nangong Yuyu, who was disguised by Tianshu, and Nangong Yuyu also let go of some Japanese samurai in a timely manner, after all, as more and more people came to help, she also felt the slightest pressure.

But he said that Zhong Yin's side, after handing the porcelain bottle containing the Death Pill to Yiren, he took back his sword and guarded it beside Yiren, so that Yiren could feed Yimeng with peace of mind, and help her to heal her injuries.

The thin old man glanced worriedly at the samurai who heard the movement not far away and came to check, and from time to time, a ninja was discovered by Nangong Yuyu, who was disguised by Tianshu, and waved his hand to kill.

Even the occasional samurai who broke through the defense line were attacked and defended by the man and woman, and they were quickly killed together. The people who rushed to help couldn't be counted on for a short time, and the thin old man clenched the yellow plate teeth in his mouth, and a touch of despair flashed in his cloudy eyes. Soon he was filled with Shen Teng in his heart.

"Yaga! Dead, dead!"

The thin old man roared loudly and rushed towards Zhuge Chunqiu, hoping to capture Zhuge Chunqiu and gain a glimmer of life.