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After shouting "Let's go together!", Ding Qingshun and Qiu Zhong's five mercenary masters came over, intending to subdue the two of them with more victories and fewer victories.

Zhang Lang and Shangguan Muling glanced at each other, nodded, cheered up, gritted their teeth, and rushed towards Ding Qingshun.

One person held a fan, the other held a broken sword, and only surrounded Ding Qingshun's desperate pursuit and beating. The two of them attacked and killed Ding Qingshun on his side, and Ding Qingshun was like a phantom who was attacked, and no matter how he coped with it, he just hoped that if he was negligent, they could cause him harm.

Zhang Lang has left a lot of wounds on his body, which are not fatal, but they can make people angry and lose their minds. Shangguan Muling also realized a few new small moves, and regardless of defense, she directly greeted Ding Qingshun.

Ding Qingshun kept retreating, but he laughed at the broken sword that constantly threatened him, and shouted: "That broken sword is still useful?

After a night of fighting and running in with each other, Zhang Lang's Fengyun Eighteen Steps and other elegant moves, coupled with Shangguan Mu Ling's delicate and dexterous Mu Ling swordsmanship, the ability to improve was quite rapid, and it was also quite threatening.

Although Ding Qingshun was in a hurry to defend, he was not worried at all while secretly praising him, he knew that as long as he withstood a few more moves, looking at their physical strength and state, they would be defeated without a fight.

Because they didn't have to worry about counterattacking, Qiu Zhong and the five hired masters attacked from behind. They were afraid of this crazy style of play, so when they sneaked up, they always left room for themselves to dodge, although they did not cause fatal damage to the two of them, and sometimes this interference seriously depleted the last bit of physical strength they already had.

was attacked back and forth like this, and after a few moves, Zhang Lang and Shangguan Muling completely fell behind.

At this time, it was only with the idea of ending up together and the two contrasts between Qiu Zhong's greed for life and fear of death that he insisted on working hard to survive a few rounds.

Zhang Lang saw Shangguan Muling's movements swinging the broken sword getting slower and slower, knowing that she might fall down at any time, the situation was already very critical, and it would be too late if she didn't seek change.

At this time. It was the last moment when he had to make a desperate bet.

And you only get one chance!

He rushed to Shangguan Muling's side and picked up Shangguan Muling.

Shangguan Muling was startled at first, and when she saw that it was Zhang Lang, she breathed a sigh of relief. Mechanically, he continued to swing his sword forward, leaning against him.

Zhang Lang gritted his teeth and insisted on holding her, and said to her: "It's up to you!"

With this hug, he was attacked by Qiu Zhong in the back, and he spat blood in front of him.

Ding Qingshun didn't want to be sprayed by his blood and spittle. Pick up the long knife and jump to the side.

Then swing the knife from the side and slash horizontally towards Zhang Lang.

Ding Qingshun's natural reaction has been calculated very accurately by Zhang Lang.

Zhang Lang moved a position, avoided the horizontal slash, and continued to throw Shangguan Muling upward.

Ding Qingshun smiled smugly, and when he swung his knife across, he immediately turned to slash back, and the point of attack was exactly where Zhang Lang wanted to pick up Guan Muling.

The two of them calculate each other's lines very accurately at the same time, and they are worthy of being masters!

Shangguan Muling's experience learned from the last similar high throw is that she believes in Zhang Lang and is not afraid of high throwing.

Her eyes widened in mid-air, holding her breath a little unanswered. Sensing that this time was very critical, he used the thirty-sixth move of Mu Ling's swordsmanship, which was the most subtle, the most powerful, and the easiest to die together.

She stabbed Ding Qingshun!

Ding Qingshun has been famous for many years, so he can naturally deduce Shangguan Muling's cooperation in mid-air.

He lowered his head slightly, avoided Shangguan Muling's sword attack in the air, did not change his offensive line, and still placed the target in the position where Zhang Lang was going to catch Shangguan Muling.

"If Zhang Lang didn't pick up Shangguan Muling, she would definitely fall and be injured so much that she couldn't get up. In any case, it is their own side that has the advantage. Ding Qingshun guessed in his heart.

However, Ding Qingshun guessed wrong this time.

Zhang Lang swung the steel fan out and spun it backwards like a frisbee. Stop the siege of Qiu Zhong and others.

Ding Qingshun secretly said that it was not good, and Zhang Lang wanted to make a desperate bet.

It's just that Ding Qingshun couldn't figure out what Zhang Lang was going to do, so he could only slash the knife towards Zhang Lang's head and force him to take a step back.

Who knew that Zhang Lang just turned his head away. Push straight over with your shoulder.

That Ding Qingshun's long knife slashed directly into his shoulder, and then slammed into his shoulder four or five inches, and it hurt terribly to think about it.

Zhang Lang saw that his shoulder was pressed against and embedded in the long knife, so he pressed Ding Qingshun's long knife with his hand, and then leaned forward and grabbed Ding Qingshun's hand. Don't let him remove his hand.

This trick seems familiar, yes, it was used by the selection master in the selection competition of the new owner of the Eighteen Master Mountain Villa, and Zhang Lang learned this trick for this adventure.

As soon as he grabbed Ding Qingshun's hand, he anxiously shouted at Shangguan Muling: "Quick!"

One of his feet was raised backwards and picked up a landing point of Shangguan Muling in the air.

Shangguan Mu Ling already had an infinite sense of tacit understanding, and she took advantage of the situation to change the thirty-sixth move of Mu Ling's swordsmanship from vertical to horizontal, and stabbed directly at Ding Qingshun horizontally.

Ding Qingshun continued to retreat in shock, but Zhang Lang pressed the long knife on his shoulder with his red eyes, grabbed Ding Qingshun's hand and raised it high, so that Shangguan Muling could attack.

With a "flutter", the broken sword that Ding Qingshun had always looked down on stabbed directly into his stomach.

Blood spurted out.

Ding Qingshun exerted great force, and the brute struggled out with both hands, holding the broken sword with one hand, and the other hand that broke free wanted to grab Shangguan Muling's belly pocket, but he didn't catch it.

Zhang Lang stepped forward and leaped, and with one hand, he continued to push a broken sword inserted into Ding Qingshun's stomach, and then spun his body and fell on the grass to use Shangguan Muling as a "meat cushion".

With a plop, Shangguan Muling fell straight to him from the air and fainted.

The soft and tender body pressed against Zhang Lang's body.

didn't have time to care about her situation, Zhang Lang shook her body to the other side, jumped up and immediately made a defensive gesture.

In the midst of the lightning, everything that happened was too short, and the Qiu people didn't react much, and this series of defeat-lose scenes was over.

They hurriedly rushed over and killed Zhang Lang.

Who knows, Zhang Lang stood up, and suddenly pulled out the long knife that was three or four inches embedded in his shoulder, and put the oblique end between himself and the five of them.

His shoulders were bubbling with blood, and there was no place in his body below his shoulders that was not red, stained with his blood.

Zhang Lang wiped his face, his face was full of bright red and still bleeding, and shouted: "Come on, come on, come on, come if you are not afraid of death, come!"

The momentum of not being afraid of death has a powerful deterrent power, scaring Qiu Zhong and them enough. They hesitated and did not dare to continue rushing.

Zhang Lang kicked Ding Qingshun up.

Ding Qingshun's body was kicked up slightly and fell at their feet.

Unexpectedly, this Zhang Lang still had this kind of heroic power at this time, so he had to look down at Ding Qingshun in shock.

This look is even more frightening. The broken sword almost entered without a handle, I don't know how deep, and a large patch of blood flowed out of his stomach.

~(To be continued.) )

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