Xie Junhe said: "I can still hold out for a few more rounds." ”

Ling Yuansheng laughed again: "Don't scold me, you are not lightly injured." ”

The fire butterfly shouted, "Lord, these two are already dying!" Fang Xi said again, "Cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, this is a good opportunity!"

The sky was brightening, but Jiang Shaoyun's face became more and more pale and gloomy, and he didn't see half of his blood, just like a demon from hell: "The old man made two mistakes a year ago, one of which was that he didn't see through Chu Tao's tenacity. Second, he didn't find that Xie Junhe was the most terrifying blade of the Feather Sword Sect. ”

"You're still making mistakes today. A loud voice was thrown from the depths of the forest, piercing through the wall of people who were about to move, and it was very powerful.

"Who?"

Even Xie Junhe was a little stunned, and a habitual illusion flashed in his mind. Really, I knew it couldn't be him, but I couldn't let it go.

A silver spear galloped past and pierced through the human wall. The unsuspecting white-clothed holy envoy suddenly cracked a bloody path.

Jiang Shaoyun raised his hand and struck another blow, and the sword qi dissipated into the sky against the comer's robe.

But the tip of the silver spear had unceremoniously pressed against Jiang Shaoyun's chest.

Misalignment, air stabs.

The person who came had expected it, and before the stab was finished, the barrel of the gun had already flipped the direction in his hand. Pushing back, a fierce force fell straight into Fang Xi's heart, cutting off the backup. Flicked outward, the barrel of the gun was holding the strength of Jiang Shaoyun's palm. With another stab, Jiang Shaoyun's eyes quickly used his arm, and the tip of the spear simply grazed Jiang Shaoyun's neck.

"What a silver leaf gun!" Xie Junhe admired.

Shen Yanfei's inky bamboo-colored brocade robe was shining in the morning breeze: "Jiang Shaoyun, you remember, a swordsman who values love and righteousness will never be alone. The greatest mistake of God is to let a scourge like you stay in the world and provoke a rampant life. ”

Jiang Shaoyun was silent for a moment, stared at Shen Yanfei, and said with a leisurely smile: "Young man, I don't know the depth of the rivers and lakes. For the sake of Qi Ye's face, the old man can give you the whole corpse. ”

"Be careful!" Xie Junhe reminded Shen Yanfei beside him, "The power of the Pear Flower Sword has been accumulated in his hands again." ”

Shen Yanfei just raised the corners of his mouth.

Suddenly, a long piano sound echoed in this inaccessible place, elegant and desolate, treacherous and masculine.

"This is ......" When Xie Junhe woke up slightly, arrows rained down in the dark, and he headed towards the white-clothed holy envoy. The murderous sound of the piano brought out an astonishing murderous aura, destroying thousands of branches and shooting down thousands of autumn leaves.

"Lord!" Fire Butterfly Fang Xi said in unison, anxiously calling for help.

Shen Yanfei glanced at Xie Junhe, who already understood. Remove!

Xie Junhe's remnant sword and Ling Yuansheng's broadsword tore the crowd apart in an instant. Cold Ice Jue, the extreme yin qi gathers at the tip of the sword, killing generals all the way, freezing all the way.

In an instant, the song of the long river began, and the majestic power in the song actually flew sand and stones, shattering the cold sword of the white-clothed holy envoy. Jiang Shaoyun shouted: "Chu Tiankuo!

With a bang, an unknown powerful force burst out from this person, and immediately, all the arrows and all the murderous aura in the sound of the piano exploded and rebounded to all sides, and the ruins of the village instantly became a barren wilderness, scorched and ready to burn. Xie Junhe barely protected himself with the internal force of the Ice Technique, but he was also swept away from direction.

I only remember that he was in front of Ling Yuansheng, but he was hit on the head by something, and he fell unconscious.