Wu Jian didn't expect that when Kangqiao led the army to launch a decisive attack, almost all the masters of the Taiping Army were concentrated here, and the purpose was naturally self-evident, that is, to keep him, that is, in the eyes of the high-level of the Taiping Army, it was more important to encircle and kill himself than to completely annihilate Kangqiao's troops. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

And so it is, of course.

In fact, at the foot of Nanping Mountain, the Taiping Army still gathered a lot of masters, such as Cheng Wuben, who was at the peak of the ninth level, Old Lady Liu, Chen Ci, Yang Zhi, and others such as monks, wild dogs, kittens, Jiang Shangyan and others, all of whom were good at martial arts cultivation, and compared to the Tiger Ben Army, they were only strong and not weak.

Wu Jian knew that the chance of being able to get away today was very small.

In the long whistle, he did not draw his sword, but took off the cloud-piercing bow on his back with his backhand, and with a twist of his fingers, the blue cloud-piercing arrow had appeared on the bow, the ape's arm was stretched, and the cloud-piercing bow had been fully drawn.

Wu Jian, with the respect of the grandmaster, shot out the cloud-piercing arrow, the power was greater than that of Mo Luo, and it was even more than that, as soon as the arrow left the string, it had disappeared, and in front of Wu Jian, there was an unfathomable small black hole.

His arrow was aimed at Luo Yishui.

He hates Luo Yishui the most, of course, in the same way, Luo Yishui must also hate him the most, if there is a person on the scene who wants to kill him and is willing, then it must be Luo Yishui. Moreover, this bow is Mo Luo's, and the arrow is Mo Luo's, attacking Luo Yishui with a cloud-piercing bow, Luo Yishui must be unstable. There is a great possibility of success with one stone.

Seeing the cloud-piercing bow and cloud-piercing arrow, Luo Yishui's eyes were really red, and in the midst of the loud shouts, the sword on the long sword in his hand skyrocketed, and the layers of strength surged forward wave after wave like a sea tide, stacking layer by layer, forming a barrier in front of Luo Yishui's body.

With a stabbing sound, the blue cloud-piercing arrow that disappeared in the air appeared a few steps in front of Luo Yishui's body, and the tail flashed with blue flames, the flames trembled slightly, and the arrow spun forward at high speed.

Although the blue sea tide forced the cloud-piercing arrow to appear, it still couldn't stop his progress, Luo Yishui's forehead was full of green tendons, his left hand suddenly held his right hand, and almost forced out all the true qi of the whole body, the blue cloud-piercing arrow was only slightly paused, and then moved forward again, the sound of the stabbing was getting faster and faster, seeing that the cloud-piercing arrow had arrived in front of Luo Yishui, behind Luo Yishui, a black ribbon stabbed out like a spiritual snake.

The ribbon formed a circle in the air, and the cloud-piercing arrow was wrapped in it, and it was suddenly tightened, and a muffled sound kept exploding in these ribbon circles, and the ribbon kept beating, but it was never shaken open, and the blue cloud-piercing arrow was rapidly shrunk in the fierce burning, and finally, the blue tail flame disappeared, and the cloud-piercing arrow disappeared without a trace.

"Aunt Ying!" Wu Jian's pupils shrank, and the second grandmaster in the Taiping Army also appeared in front of him.

Whether it is He Rentu or Yinggu, if it is a one-on-one competition, it will not be Wu Jian's opponent, but two against one, Wu Jian will be defeated and invincible, not to mention, there are Huo Guang, Luo Yishui, and Qin Feng present today.

Wu Jian didn't stop at all, when he saw Ying Gu appear, the last remaining cyan cloud-piercing arrow had already burst out, an arrow was shot, no longer looking at the result, he immediately threw away the cloud-piercing bow, his body flashed slightly, he had disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, a sword was inserted into Qin Feng.

He Ren slaughtered behind Wu Jian, and chopped down with a slurry knife, Huo Guang was a step behind, and the knife in his hand was like a match, slashing at Wu Jian's waist.

Wu Jian's body trembled, and suddenly, several figures appeared, slashing at He Rentu with his backhand, the paddle knife intersected with the palm edge, the sound was like a thunderbolt, He Rentu snorted, and the pace of progress stopped, and Wu Jian didn't pay attention to Huo Guang's knife at all. It's just that a belt around his waist suddenly floated up, facing the lightning-like knife.

That sword still stabbed at Qin Feng without the slightest delay.

Wu Jian knew very well that he would not want to leave this place without paying a huge price today.

Luo Yishui has Aunt Ying by his side, it is impossible to open the gap from him, the weakest one in the field is Qin Feng, the cloud-piercing arrow can contain Aunt Ying and Luo Yishui's breath time, he only has this breath time to open the gap.

As long as the gap is opened, with the power of his grandmaster, he will be able to escape.

Countless examples of battles in history have proved that when a grandmaster wants to escape, he has never been stopped, except, of course, the one who was trapped and killed by tens of thousands of Fire Phoenix troops in Shangjing City.

The palm that intersected with He Rentu would make him extremely seriously injured, and Huo Guang's knife would also hurt him, but as long as his sword could kill Qin Feng, or take 10,000 steps back and force Qin Feng to retreat, he would have a way to escape.

When Wu Jian abandoned the bow, Qin Feng already knew what Wu Jian wanted to do, without the slightest hesitation, he swung the knife and slashed forward, when the knife was raised, the entire black and heavy iron knife had become like a flying fire dragon, swinging half, this fire dragon had disappeared without a trace, the iron knife was like a piece of tissue paper, constantly shaking in the night, when the knife was cut out of two-thirds, the entire iron knife blade was already integrated with the night, and the naked eye could not see the blade of this knife.

Wu Jian's sword pierced into the void in front of Qin Feng.

Qin Feng's reaction was extremely fast, if he swung this sword slowly for a moment, he would not be able to raise his strength to the peak, then it would be a big problem to fight against Wu Jian's sword.

The sword and sword were shining, and the silent strength overflowed, and the fire that was burning around Qin Feng suddenly scattered and flew in all directions, and the sparks flew all over the sky, and then they were twisted and shattered in the air.

Qin Feng snorted, the whole person flew backwards like a flying harrier, rolled in the air a few times, and when he fell, he knelt on one knee, holding the knife in his hand, but his eyes were staring at Wu Jian brightly, although he was forced to retreat, but he was still in front of Wu Jian, and did not get out of the way.

Wu Jian's forward steps also stopped, Qin Feng's sword, for an ordinary martial arts cultivator, can be said to be earth-shattering, but for him, it is just ordinary, but Qin Feng's true qi is very strange, at the moment when the swords intersect, countless true qi suddenly turned into thousands of steel needles, fine and ubiquitous stabbing over, penetrating through the arrow body, it was like a living thing, attacking towards his dantian origin.

He had to stop.

He spurted blood from his mouthful. Of course, this is because of He Rentu's paddle knife, there was a cracking bowl sound from his waist, and the floating belt was broken by Huo Guang's knife, and the blade swept by, cutting the clothes around his waist, and blood sprayed out.

The pause was just a blink of an eye, but Wu Jian had already missed the time to escape.

There was a person standing in front of Qin Feng, and Aunt Ying, who was shrouded in black veil, was already in front of him, and the black belt in her hand hung softly at her side. "Uncle, are you alright?" She asked in a low voice.

"It's fine." Qin Feng slowly stood up, his mouth opened, and finally he didn't hold back and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing Qin Feng spurting blood, Aunt Ying relieved herself instead, looked up at Wu Jian, and the black silk silk hanging softly on her side floated up from the ground and swayed in front of her.

"He Rentu, I'll come!" She said coldly.

"Okay, I'll press the formation." He Ren Tu Ho smiled, took half a step back, Huo Guang on the side was holding a knife, and also took a few steps back, only Luo Yishui, standing sideways with a sword, glaring angrily.

"Luo Yishui, his head is yours." Aunt Ying said again.

"Good!" Hearing this, Luo Yishui reluctantly took a few steps back.

Wu Jian was still vomiting blood, and the fight he had just had with He Rentu, because he had used almost half of his strength on Qin Feng, hoping to escape from the road, but He Rentu was also a grandmaster cultivator, this time, he had already suffered a big loss, and at this moment, the true qi of his whole body was boiling like boiling water, and he was almost on the verge of being out of control, and he was now facing another grandmaster.

His heart was constantly sinking towards the bottom of the abyss, and he abandoned his army and fled alone with the hope of what happened, but in the end, he still fell into the net of the other party.

The black silk silk flew towards him silently, like a poisonous snake, seemingly slow, but in fact it was a visual illusion that was extremely fast.

Wu Jian raised his sword and greeted him.

As soon as the two of them fought, several people on the sidelines already knew the result, at this time Wu Jian could not effectively restrain his internal force, every sword stabbed out, it was earth-shattering, wherever the sword blade went, even the space seemed to be divided, on the other hand, Yinggu, black silk was flying, but it was like an ordinary dancer dancing for everyone, and there was no trace of true qi leaking out.

And this, not because Wu Jian is stronger, but because Wu Jian is injured himself, and the fight with He Rentu just now, he is even more seriously injured, at this time, he can no longer restrain his true qi, and use the power he has to attack at one point, and a large amount of true qi leaks out, which will only accelerate Wu Jian's defeat.

But even so, the true qi that Wu Jian leaked out at this time also made Qin Feng feel a little uncomfortable, and he began to take a step back, one step, two steps, a few steps.

The level of each person's skill is clearly revealed at this moment.

Qin Feng had already retreated more than ten steps away, the iron knife was held horizontally in front of his chest, the true qi of the blade body flowed, wrapping itself, Luo Yishui retreated five or six steps, staring at the battlefield with full attention, Huo Guang only took two steps back, watching the two fight with relish, while He Rentu still stood in place and did not move.

The two great masters fought to the death, which was a rare opportunity for everyone present.

Most of the time of the incense passed in the blink of an eye, and with a light sigh from He Rentu, the black silk silk had already broken Wu Jian's long sword, and then flew around Wu Jian like lightning, and actually wrapped Wu Jian around the zongzi.

Luo Yishui shouted wildly, flew up, the long sword in his hand pierced the night sky, the dazzling light flashed in the night, the sword light disappeared, Wu Jianren was still standing on the ground like a nail, but a head had already flown into the air.

The black silk silk retracted into Aunt Ying's hand like lightning, and Luo Yishui fell from mid-air, holding Wu Jian's head in his hand.

In the night in the distance, as if he had just been slaughtered, there was a long sigh.

Everyone looked back, and after a while, He Ren Tucai said softly: "It's Li Zhi, he has already left." (To be continued.) )