The blue-shirted boy attacked Chu Huan, and the tiger-striped boy attacked Yingren, the two of them cooperated very tacitly, and Yuan Yu next to him saw that Yingren was in danger, his face changed greatly, and he lost his voice: "Your Highness be careful." He didn't hesitate to pounce on the tiger striped boy.

When Yingren was in a desperate situation, Feng Wuma's loud voice was already sounding behind him: "Your Highness squatted." ”

The knife of the tiger striped boy has been quickly sharpened, Yingren at the last moment, but he also sank down, squatting down, although it looks embarrassed and undignified, but it can dodge the knife, the blade slashed over Yingren's head, Yingren can even clearly feel the sharpness of the blade.

The knife technique of the tiger striped boy is very strange, after his knife is slashed, his wrist changes, and the blade changes direction incredibly, slashing in the air.

It's just that at this time, Feng Wuma's knife has also caught up, the knife light flashed, and with a "choking" sound, it blocked the big knife of the tiger striped son, and Feng Wuma's body jumped up in the air, and one leg kicked towards the lower abdomen of the tiger striped son.

The tiger striped prince obviously knew that Feng Wuma was not easy to deal with, and his body slid back, and the sword flashed, protecting his body.

Over there, the blue-shirted boy's hidden weapon attacked, and hit Chu Huan in three ways, and he was fast, but Chu Huan seemed to have been unable to avoid it.

It's just that Chu Huan didn't panic in the slightest, his feet kicked vigorously on the ground, his body had already jumped up, and the big knife held in his right hand drew a circle in front of him, the blade swirled, and the momentum of the leap flashed over the hidden weapon on the lower road, and between the rotation of the knife body, there were a few sounds of "Ping Pong Pingping", and the hidden weapon on the upper two roads was sealed.

Feng Wuma repelled the tiger striped son, Chu Huan sealed the hidden weapon, everything was just an instantaneous thing, and the two of them didn't stop, Feng Wuma had already bullied the tiger striped boy when he retreated, and Chu Huan had already screamed and pounced on the blue-shirted boy.

Feng Wu's saber is powerful, he and the tiger striped boy advance and retreat, but the knives of the two are intertwined with each other, and the sound of "choking" is loud.

When the blue-shirted boy saw Chu Huan killing, his expression was calm, his hand moved, but the flute was already in his hand, and the blood drinking knife in Chu Huan's hand was burning like a flame, and it looked very dazzling in the stone room.

Yingren had already fallen to the ground at this time, and Yuan Yu rushed to his side and said with concern: "How are you?" ”

Yingren glanced at Yuan Yu, snorted coldly, ignored it, stood up, held the knife, and shouted loudly: "Chu Huan, Feng Wuma, take down these two traitors." ”

Chu Huan's knife skills are proficient, and he has slashed several times towards the blue-shirted boy, but the blue-shirted boy's figure is like a ghost, whenever the blade is about to be cut, he can dodge between the lightning and flint, this stone room is not big, and there is not much room to dodge, but the blue-shirted boy is often able to find the most suitable way to dodge Chu Huan's sharp attack from the most appropriate space.

His clothes fluttered, and he held a flute in his hand, and although he was dodging, he looked very dashing, as if dancing.

Chu Huan attacked again and again, but the blue-shirted boy didn't make a move, just blindly dodged, at first glance, it seemed that the blue-shirted boy was at a disadvantage, but Chu Huan understood that this person was either waiting for the opportunity, or he had other plans, so he was careful.

Although the blue-shirted boy dodged, Chu Huan was sealed between the blue-shirted boy and Yingren every time he attacked, and he was only worried that the blue-shirted boy would take the opportunity to shoot a secret weapon against Yingren.

Although Yingren seems to have a bit of martial arts foundation, and his feet are not vain, Chu Huan can also see that Yingren actually has no actual combat experience, and if the blue-shirted boy really wants to shoot a hidden weapon at Yingren, Yingren may not be able to dodge.

Seeing that Chu Huan had been sealed between himself and Yingren, the blue-shirted boy showed a faint smile on his face, and seemed to have seen through Chu Huan's intentions.

Chu Huan slashed down again, but the blue-shirted man's whole person was already jumping backwards lightly, like a blue butterfly, dodging a huge distance.

When he jumped back, he saw that he had already held the flute horizontally with both hands and put it to his mouth, and a strange music suddenly spread in the stone room.

The sound of the flute came into his ears, and Chu Huan suddenly felt as if fine needles had pierced his temples on both sides, and there was a pain.

He reacted in an instant, and the sudden stinging pain was probably related to the flute played by the blue-shirted boy.

Feng Wu's saber is practiced, and he already has the upper hand in the battle with the tiger striped boy, if it weren't for the strange sword skills of the tiger striped son, who used strange tricks from time to time to deal with it, maybe Feng Wuma would have won a moment earlier.

When the flute sounded, not only did Chu Huan feel a tingling pain in his head, but Feng Wuma, Yingren, and Yuan Yu all felt a tingling sensation coming from their temples.

And this stinging sensation was actually permeated in an instant, and the whole brain seemed to be hit hard by something.

Chu Huan wanted to come up with a knife to stop the blue-shirted boy from playing the flute, but when his brain hurt, he found that there was more than one blue-shirted boy in front of him, and in his eyes, there was a phantom, and under the stone wall in front of him, there were five or six blue-shirted boys lined up, virtual and real, and he couldn't tell which one was real and which one was fake.

Chu Huan didn't expect that the blue-shirted boy would have such an evil demon ability, he held back the pain in his head, shouted angrily, and stepped forward, the blood drinking knife in his hand was aimed at a figure and slashed down, but he saw that the five or six figures between the virtual and the real were all flashing, although his knife seemed to have split a person, but it was obviously a phantom, and it was empty.

The blue-shirted boy had a faint smile on his face, quite proud, and his strange flute sound continued, and the knife in Yingren's hand had already landed, and he said painfully: "It hurts......!" Holding his head, his face was full of pain.

Feng Wuma also felt his head drowsy, and saw that the body of the tiger striped boy had also transformed into five or six figures, and he could clearly see the tiger striped boy with a cruel smile on his face.

"I said I shouldn't have come." The tiger striped boy smiled and said, "Shenyi Guard...... That's ......! Between the sneering smiles, the body bullied forward and slashed over.

Feng Wuma saw five or six figures at the same time swinging knives at him, he was surprised, but at this time he couldn't tell which of these five or six figures was real and which of these five or six knives was fake.

He could only wave the knife to meet it, and when he touched a knife, but there was no resistance, he knew that something was wrong, and the tiger striped boy had already slashed at Feng Wuma's shoulder, blood spurted out, Feng Wuma only felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, endured the pain, and also slashed it over, and the tiger striped boy's body flashed, Feng Wuma. The body in front of him was numb, and he felt another sharp pain in his thigh, but he was cut a deep cut on his leg by the tiger striped boy.

The tiger striped boy was like a cat washing mice, swimming around Feng Wuma, stabbing from time to time, only stabbing left and right on Feng Wuma's body, but he was not in a hurry to kill.

He let out a hehehe, very proud, and let him play with him, which gave him an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

"You want to know who I am?" The tiger striped boy smiled: "This son is really not afraid to tell you ......!" ”

Although Feng Wuma knew that dodging was useless, he still dodged while taking out his knife in vain, slashing the air again and again, and said angrily: "Who are you?" ”

The tiger striped boy smiled: "What you step on is the homeland of this son." Although the Hanyang Kingdom has been destroyed, the Hanyang Kingdom has no extinct ......! ”

Feng Wuma slashed it down with a knife and said coldly: "You...... Are you a relic of the Hanyang Kingdom? ”

The tiger striped boy slashed out again, and slashed on Feng Wuma's back, the knife marks were extremely deep, and blood overflowed, at this time, Feng Wuma actually had more than ten wounds all over his body, all of which were bleeding in Bobo, these wounds were not fatal, but they all bled outward, and Feng Wuma's clothes all over his body were stained red with blood.

Feng Wuma is an iron body, if he allows the blood to flow like this, it won't be long before he will definitely die of excessive blood loss.

Although Chu Huan tried his best to find out the true body of the blue-shirted boy, attacking one after another, he could not hurt the blue-shirted boy in the slightest.

The blue-shirted boy was light, and every time he flickered, Chu Huan saw five or six figures swimming at the same time, and the strange murmur never stopped.

Chu Huan knew that if he allowed the flute to continue playing, the consequences would be unimaginable, and including himself, he would be teased to death by these two people little by little.

As soon as they played the flute and took out the knife, they were a perfect combination, although Feng Wuma and himself were not vulnerable, but in the face of each other's strange skills, they were not powerful.

What the blue-shirted boy played was a death song.

This strange tune, just like the tune of controlling the red snake before, was something Chu Huan had never heard before, and the blue-shirted boy was playing the flute while looking at Chu Huan who made a series of moves with playful eyes, and his eyes were not without pride.

He may be very satisfied with his ability.

Yingren's willpower is not as good as Chu Huan and Feng Wuma, and his resistance to the sound of the flute is extremely poor, so his head has a splitting headache, holding his head tightly, his face is painful, and Yuan Yu also has a headache, but he understands that if he stays here, several people will be killed by the two of them, he endured the pain in his head, grabbed Yingren's hand, and said hard: "Your Highness...... Let's go first...... Get out of here......! ”

Although Feng Wuma was covered in blood and felt that his energy and physical strength were rapidly depleted, he also shouted loudly: "Your Highness, you ...... You guys ...... away! ”

The tiger striped boy smiled and said, "Go? None of them can go. ”

He slashed it again, this time opening a hole in Feng Wuma's lower abdomen, and Feng Wuma had already turned into a bloody bloody man at this time.

Chu Huan understood the rhythm of the music, he took out the knife again and again, trying to stop the flute of the blue-shirted boy, but on the other hand, he endured the pain in his head, wanting to hear the flaws in the blue-shirted boy's rhythm.

The continuous knife could not achieve any effect, which made Chu Huan understand a truth, the other party used the flute sound to confuse the human brain, and if he wanted to crack it, he was afraid that he would have to shoot from the aspect of music.