"Bang bang bang--" Three guards in the red realm and a deep red strong man Ding Qing were slightly inferior. After a head-on battle, the weapons in his palms were broken in an instant, and he threw blood arrows and fell out directly.

"Ding Qing, damn it, why are you showing off your power?" Uncle Lu was immediately furious when he saw his colleagues and subordinates were injured: "Kill the thousand swords, look at the fist!"

"Huh——" He tried his best and the unreserved deep red fist blasted at Cen Ren, and the other party sneered: "Haha, how do you know that I don't like weapons and only use fists?"

"Bang!" The two of them hit the air with four punches. Uncle Lu felt a sweet throat and immediately spit out a mouthful of blood.

After all, he was old and not as strong as the other party. The old man suddenly stepped back seven or eight steps, and finally knelt on the ground halfway. His face was as breathless as gold paper, and his body trembled and he was about to fall to the ground.

"Old guy, the next punch will kill you." At that time, Cen Ren pulled out his body and moved it to the other side like lightning. His fist as big as a vinegar bowl fell violently with the wind, and was about to blow the old man's head into pieces.

"Stop!" He said this, and then the curtain of the carriage shed suddenly floated high, and a sharp red shadow suddenly surged in an instant. Two long and short swords in the other party's palm, "sheep" and more than ten consecutive thorns, immediately covering Cen Ren's whole body: "Kill--"

"What a fierce and beautiful woman, can Zheng Changhou stand you? Why don't you remarry me and be a little wife!" When Cen Ren saw Mrs. Wen's face and graceful figure, he immediately teased her dirty words.

But this guy did not slow down at all. In the blink of an eye, he punched more than ten times in a row. With the sound of "Dangdang", the mighty fist power and a pair of sword tips repeatedly. Mrs. Wen's power was slightly weak and she was forced to retreat by the other party's roar. However, her figure moved about a foot away like a flowing cloud, and in a flash, she removed all the remaining force of Cen Ren's fist power.

"What a woman, you really have a skill. Your strength is not inferior to the guards and the old man who drove the car just now." Cen Ren said sternly at this time: "But you can't escape from my palm today...uh?!"

The next moment, Cen Ren was surprised to find that the sleeves of his arms were all broken and scattered, and more than ten small and narrow scars appeared on his forearms with his hands and forearms, and blood immediately surged out.

"Uh?! Your weapon is so sharp." After hearing Cen Ren's cry, Mrs. Wen opened her teeth and said coldly: "Hmph, this is a sword made by my husband's friend, sword-making master Bi Wuxin, which is specially used to kill you and other scum."

"The stinky woman is arrogant. I just lack weapons. I just kill someone first and then grab the sword." This evil spirit was so fierce that she underestimated the enemy at this time, and her aura was soaring: "I want to know what the reaction would be when Mr. Chang sees your corpse!"

"Uh..." At this moment, Ding Qing and four other guards and Uncle Lu struggled to get up, all looking at Mrs. Wen with nervous expressions. Uncle Lu shouted desperately: "Madam, go quickly, you can't beat two and a half black strong men, don't waste your life in vain."

"Uncle Lu, how can I ignore everyone in order to protect me?"

Mrs. Wen is gentle and kind. Although she has a strong personality, she is too soft-hearted. This scene was immediately seen by the cunning Zhao Bian. The guy immediately smiled coldly and said, "Brother Cen, why fight hard with this woman? It's better to be like this, it's not like this, it's bloodless..."

"Swish!" As soon as the other party finished speaking, his body moved like lightning. With a "bang", he grabbed Uncle Lu's forehead. The sound of ripping the bones and cracking sound suddenly sounded. Uncle Lu immediately howled heart-wrenchingly in pain: "Uhhhhhh--"

"Uncle Lu, you..." Mrs. Wen was shocked when she saw this, but Zhao Bian sneered: "The life and death of this old guy is between my five fingers. If you want him to survive, quickly poke the sword edge into your heart with your backhand, and I will spare his life."

"No...Madam...Don't do it for me..." Uncle Lu tried his best to shake his hand at Mrs. Wen when he struggled, but the lady's heart tightened, and the sword in her palm couldn't help but hang down powerlessly. She murmured to herself: "You, what do you mean? As long as I die, I won't kill Uncle Lu and the others."

"Hahaha--as long as Mrs. Wen is polite to her subordinates and cannot bear to die on the spot, I will naturally keep my word." Zhao Bian said it nicely, but in fact he had planned to kill everyone present, but now he is just trying to trick the other party into submitting.

But in the next moment, a cold light suddenly flashed on the treetops several feet away, and a strong wind arrow suddenly nailed Zhao Bian's arm. The guy was caught off guard and immediately fell into trouble. The high-twisted arrowhead arrow immediately snatched his forearm.

"Wow——"

The guy lost his arm and screamed. Who knew that when the arrow stabbed into the ground, the shadow of the white ghost flew out with a cry. The other party shook his small fist and hit Zhao Bian's left and right ear doors, "Boom--Bang!" In an instant, the man's eyes, ears, mouth, nose, mouth and seven orifices were all spiked, and he fell to the ground with a pounce.

"Old Zhao?" Cen Ren's eyes were so angry that his eyes were so angry that he was so angry that he had not been long since the beginning of the battle, but these two guys were fighting so hard that they completely forgot the existence of the person who just shouted "Be careful of the plot".

At this time, Guan Heng suddenly fell from the tree and moved to Uncle Lu who was free from trouble like lightning. He kicked him gently at the other four guards: "Protect him and his wife to retreat aside, let me come here."

Hearing this, the four people were overjoyed and immediately supported Uncle Lu and protected him in front of Mrs. Wen.

"Young Master, be careful." Mrs. Wen reminded kindly: "The other party is not weak, so it's better for us to join forces..."

"Madam, don't worry, a little black man is like an ant and a mosquito in front of me." Guan Heng didn't look back at this time and laughed: "You'd better watch the fun."

"Uhhhhhh-kill!"

In the midst of lightning, Cen Ren waved his heavy punches and wrapped red air at Ying Baigui. Guan Heng and Mrs. Wen had a few breaths of conversation. The two punches were very fierce. Although the Ying Baigui became more and more brave as the battles were fought, Cen Ren was frightened at this time: "Where did the nameless boy come from? He actually used such a powerful red air ghost, which is abominable."

"Yanbaigui, change someone, I'll play with this guy." Guan Heng threw a few pieces of two kinds of ointment to the guards and asked them to swallow them to heal their wounds. He suddenly rushed up and replaced the infantbaigui to face Cen Ren.

"Half-black powerful man, are you very powerful? Your seven subordinates are not good, they are all beaten into meat pies by me."

"What did you say?" Hearing Guan Heng's words, Cen Ren felt a trance in his mind. Guan Heng was waiting for the other party's negligence for the moment, and the red palm knife instantly slashed out: "Swish swish swish swish swish-clash!"

"Huhuhuhu--" Seeing the opponent's palm knife attacking fiercely and using the force of breaking the air to block the block, Cen Ren was so angry that his eyes were so angry that he said, "You guy dare to underestimate me, look at me and kill you to the scum!"
Chapter completed!