Everyone's eyes flashed, and two figures suddenly collided, and the iron fist came and went back and forth, rushing, smashing, hammering, sweeping, crashing, blocking, interception and other techniques were fully utilized. The exchange of life and death was only in an instant. The fist shadow was unstable, and in the air

A series of dull sounds erupted, like a dragon and tiger fighting thrillingly, and it was hard to distinguish for a moment. A violent hurricane surged up flat ground, causing pain in the face.

Time is tight, so let alone how the two of them fight fiercely.

Tuoba Jian jumped two quick steps, replacing Fu Jingtao's charge position, rushing towards the enemy like an arrow from the string. His lips were pursed, his face was as cold as ice, and his right palm tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, the terrifying sword

The intention was spilled out, causing the surrounding temperature to drop sharply. The bloodthirsty demon sword sensed the excited murderous intent of the owner, making a buzzing and trembling, and couldn't wait to thirst and drink people's blood.

Tuoba Jian was not as ostentatious as Fu Jingtao. He was wearing an ordinary guard armor robe, which was not eye-catching at first. When the sword intent was approaching, the masked people could see his appearance clearly and were shocked. One of them shouted:

"Ah, Tuoba Jian!"

Tuoba Jian's expression was as cold as usual, as if he didn't hear a call. His wrist trembled and the iron sword stabbed in the wind. He was reborn in the fire and understood the sword more deeply. After several fierce battles, it was no longer a problem to control the magic sword.

, In terms of how fast the sword was, even Fu Jingtao felt inferior. When he met in the Qinling Alliance, he further defeated one person, and his momentum was like a rainbow. Who can match under the magic sword?

The iron sword was so fast that it was incredible.

The masked men tried desperately to block the weapons, but they could not catch up with the speed of the magic sword. The sword light flashed and the blood beads splattered. Oh! Amid the screams, the weapons fell to the ground one after another. They staggered back with their bloody wrists.

Open, his eyes were as shocked as a ghost.

Zhao Yanrong's eyes shot out strange lights and couldn't help but praise: "Good swordsmanship!"

Yin Lianlian and others were excited and had no enemy to stop the road ahead. They broke through the encirclement and were close to them. At this moment, two sharp murderous auras suddenly rolled over from the left and right, dragging everyone's pace.

The fake coachman shouted loudly, spread his arms and pounced down from the wall on the right at high speed, like an impatient vulture with cold murderous intent in his eyes. From the left were two masked swordsmen, who were agile

Like a cheetah, the long sword trembles, and the invisible sword intent swept away from afar.

Tuoba Jian shouted: "Bai Lian and I go left, Wu Dong go right!"

"clear!"

The fake coachman was furious and his arms buzzed. The sword light exploded like a silver ball, turning into a huge net of light in the sky. He couldn't figure it out even if he broke his head. With their strength on paper, he should have been sure to win.

How could there be many accidents? Why did Zhao Yanrong’s guards be so stubborn? The imperial guard camp is not far away, so there is not much time left for them!

While the sword light fell, the two swordsmen rushed towards each other. One sword was like a white dragon coming out of the sea, unpredictable, and the other sword flower bloomed, making it difficult to distinguish the virtual and the real. The sword energy was crisscrossed, the cold light intertwined, and the layers of murderous intent were like the tide of the sea.

Move, the power of shattering bones.

All the three masters were ruthless. No matter what, the Princess of the Song Dynasty should not be allowed to escape, otherwise the efforts that had been planned for a long time would be wasted and would be even more infuriating!

Although the wish is good, unfortunately someone doesn’t agree!

A stunning sword light suddenly rose and slashed at the fake coachman without any hesitation. Wu Dong had been waiting for this moment for a long time. No one was more eager to prove himself than him! Since he fled from Luoyang in a hurry, he had made a secret oath.

One day, he would return to his hometown openly and overturn his powerful enemies. He asked Fu Jingtao's blessing, and finally got in touch with the royal family of the Song Dynasty. How could he not perform well in times of crisis? As long as he gains the appreciation of the princess, it is not a dream to reach the sky in one step!

He was determined to pave the way for his future with his enemy's blood and heads.

The blade is shining, the light is dazzling, as fast as the force is slashing Mount Hua.

The fake coachman's pupils shrank rapidly and shouted: "Silver wolf swallows the snow knife!"

Before he finished speaking, the two swords intersected, and a crisp sound was heard, and the sword light continued to sweep across. He screamed with a strange cry and turned to the air, throwing out the remaining half of the knife handle in his hand. When! The figure flew slanted, blood beads sprinkled, and the swords were everywhere in the sky

The light disappeared instantly.

The fake coachman staggered and almost fell down after landing. A wound appeared from his left shoulder to his chest, dripping blood. He was shocked and suspicious, afraid and hated, and pointed at Wu Dong and shouted: "You killed me."

Xiao Yinlang, snatched his sword!"

"Xiao Yinlang?" Wu Dong subconsciously looked at the treasure knife in his hand, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind and frowned: "So you are a Khitan!"

The hilt of the knife was cast into a wolf's head, and the blade was shining brightly, extremely sharp and easy to identify. This knife was taken from the hands of the Khitan nobles, and no one could call its name, but the fake coachman drank it in one sip.

So he must be a Khitan warrior.

The fake coachman's facial muscles twitched and gritted his teeth and said, "Boy, you have to be buried with Xiao Yinlang!"

"People with your head!" Wu Dong shouted angrily, raised his sword and slashed it! No matter how the Khitans were, they were standing on the territory of the Song Dynasty, so why fear it? The swordsman's edge should kill all the foreign thieves!

On the other side, Yin Lianlian and Tuoba Jian intercepted the masked swordsman separately.

Yin Lianlian's pair of crescent blades flew like a wheel, and combined with his graceful body technique, he sealed all the enemy's sword attacks, with gold and iron clanging, and Mars splashing. The sword style of Tuoba sword is fierce.

The extreme, the sword tip forces the opponent to retreat step by step.

Seeing that the threat was lifted, Hu Feng, Qiao Hui and others took the opportunity to rush by Zhao Yanrong, kicked open the locked door, and quickly hid in the room - even if the enemy has a strong bow and a hard crossbow, they would not be able to hurt them.

It's a slight slight.

Fu Jingtao looked at the six ears and listened to all directions. He saw Zhao Yanrong turning into danger and a big rock in his heart finally landed on the ground. Suddenly, he turned into a palm, and the enemy's fist was stamped with a thunderous momentum on the front.

The fist and palms touched each other, and the force reversed, and Fu Jingtao flew back several feet away.

The masked man was in a fight and shouted angrily: "The winner is not decided, where can I go!"

Fu Jingtao didn't bother to pay attention to his opponent. He punched him in the air, and the fist wind whistled, crashing straight into the empty door behind the fake coachman. He did this to liberate Wu Dong, cooperate with Yin Lianlian and Tuoba Jianzhang.

Killing the two masked swordsmen will completely establish the victory.

The fake coachman was dodging the quick knife in a mess, so how could he beware of the attack from behind? When he realized something was wrong, the terrible fist force was approaching!

Bang! Brush! The fake coachman was slashed at the neck with a knife, his head rolling, and blood spurted like a pillar.

The masked man felt cold in his heart and instantly regained his rationality. No matter how unwilling he was to admit that his mission had failed. Before Wu Dong could take advantage of the victory, he decisively ordered: "Retreat!" He paused his feet and flew away.

The other masked people were killed so cold that they dared not continue to entangle. They flew away in the whistle and disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving only the bloody mess everywhere.
Chapter completed!