The shouts of killing in the city lord's mansion have subsided a lot, and the battle that lasted for more than an hour is approaching its end.

Although the black-clad guards were of extraordinary strength, they gradually fell into a disadvantage in the face of a large number of soldiers who cooperated with musketeers.

In front of the gate of Zangjian Pavilion, Tang Shiqiu, who was tied up by a leather whip, fell to the ground. Wen Changyu stood aside with expressionless face, and dozens of black-clad guards were struggling to support her.

Zangjian Pavilion is a circular stone tower that is nine-story high, standing like a giant in the night sky. On each tower, there are stone statues of swordsmen of different shapes standing on the edge of each tower. These are outstanding people among the masters of Zangjian Pavilion in all dynasties. From the second floor to the top floor, there are as many as 208. They are shadows under the lights, as hideous as evil ghosts.

Wen Changyu's poison skills are powerful, but it is not easy to refine medicines. The more toxic the medicine, the more precious it is, of course it will not be used casually on these ordinary soldiers.

Although the situation was serious, she was not panicked. She watched the loyal guards in black fall down constantly, but she didn't even blink her eyelids.

Hong Fei, the commander of the North City who was supervising the battle behind, shouted loudly: "Wen Changyu, you have no way out, just surrender!"

"Surrender? I think you have water in your head." Wen Changyu sneered, "Since that's the case, I'll accept your head!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold light flashed in the night sky, Hong Feidou's big head soared into the sky, and the headless corpse, which was still emitting blood, fell to the ground, and the cold-faced sword demon appeared on the spot.

Hu Yidao said nothing, and slowly walked towards the soldiers with his knife.

The other party killed the commander with one sword, which greatly reduced the morale of the soldiers. The square formation composed of more than 300 people was actually retreating step by step!

An adjutant raised his sword and shouted, "He has only one person, don't be afraid, kill him together!"

The soldiers in the front row took out crossbows and aimed at the enemy and shot feather arrows.

Unfortunately, the power and lethality of these feather arrows are far less than that of the sword aura, so Hu Yidao would not care about it. He just casually pulled a few sword flowers, and the sword energy instantly stormed in front of him, twisting all the feather arrows and countless snowflakes into pink.

More than a dozen musketeers fired in one round, but unfortunately they were blocked by the long sword one by one. After all, it was not Qin Luo's 98k, and the power was still a bit inconvenient for the sword demon.

The adjutant led the soldiers to charge. He didn't believe that the other party was just a person, how could he deal with an army?

Unless he is a holy rank!

Hu Yidao looked at the soldiers rushing forward with a cold smile on his face. He put his strength into the crowd and rushed into the crowd first.

The adjutant who had been boosting morale was the first to be split in half. Under the bloody rain, Hu Yidao waved his long sword, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and no one could defeat him.

Even the fifth level could not see Hu Yidao's movements clearly. How could these soldiers who were generally only at least the third level be his opponents?

Facing such masters, the human wave tactics are of no use.

No matter how many people you have, can you be as powerful as the sword arsenal formation in the Wen family’s sword tomb?

Because Hu Yidao was possessed by the devil, his strength could no longer be improved, but he was only half a step away from the holy level, so naturally he could not be dealt with by relying on the tactics of human life.

The soldiers became more and more heartbroken as they fought. The comrades fell down in pieces like mowing grass. So many people couldn't even touch the corners of each other's clothes. How could they fight this battle?

With more than fifty soldiers left, they finally collapsed, threw down their weapons and turned around and fled.

Hu Yidao did not chase them, but returned to Wen Changyu and stood still. Although he had just massacred hundreds of people, he still looked expressionless.

A tiger roar suddenly came from the night sky, and the majestic white giant tiger went from far to near, and then stopped in front of the Zangjian Pavilion.

Qin Luo and the Su sisters jumped off the tiger's back. He saw Hu Yidao behind Wen Changyu and Tang Shiqiu who was tied up on the ground.

Which master tied this whip? It actually made Sister Tang's devilish figure perfectly appear, and her technique was almost as good as that of the islanders...

"So it's really you?" Qin Luo felt very complicated when he saw Hu Yidao. Shouldn't this master of swordsmanship, who is both a teacher and a friend, wait for him in the sword tomb? Why did he suddenly appear in the city lord's mansion?

Hu Yidao still said nothing, his eyes drooped, like a conscientious slave.

Wen Changyu sneered: "Boy, I didn't expect that you are so lucky that you can't even kill you even if you are a sword formation."

"Give me a prize." Qin Luo smiled seriously, "I haven't seen you for a day, but I didn't expect that the slim figure of the gentle beauty will be much swollen again."

"Puchi~"

Su Xuan couldn't help it for a moment and suddenly laughed out loud on the spot.

Even Su Su, who was as cold as ice, couldn't help but smile.

I've seen someone slapping in the face, but I've never seen someone slapping so hard...

As the former number one beauty in Ningzhou City, Wen Changyu was quite helpless about her figure.

After sucking the essence and blood of the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Eyes, Wen Changyu's poison skills became increasingly improved. The side effect was that his weight actually increased like a rocket, and he couldn't stop.

Wen Changyu's face was as dark as a pot of paint, and she was so angry that she walked towards Qin Luo step by step.

For this guy who repeatedly spoke rudely, she decided to let him taste what life is worse than death.

Qin Luo smiled slightly and also took steps towards the other party.

With Qingyi's eyes and flesh protecting her body, he wanted to see what kind of splashes the head of the Wen family could make.

Wen Changyu was secretly happy when she saw that the other party did not retreat but advanced. She gently flicked her index finger with her right hand, and a small ball of powder that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye had already flew straight towards Qin Luo.

Qin Luo seemed to not notice anything unusual, and the powder directly stuck to his body.

Wen Changyu sneered on his face. The medicine powder was called Yilong San, which was one of the most domineering poisons in her hand. As long as it was touched a little, it would make people feel weak and they couldn't stand up. Then they could only let the medicine slowly corrode the bones in the body.

This process will last about ten minutes. The medicine will turn all the bones in the human body into blood. The most terrifying thing is that this person will not die immediately. He can only fall on the ground like a pool of mud and wait for death...

Ten seconds passed, and Wen Changyu couldn't help but be surprised, because Qin Luo was still walking towards him without any sign of poisoning.

"Does this kid have the antidote to Erosion Dragon San?" She couldn't figure out the other party's background.

Without even thinking about it, Wen Changyu's hands were popping, and all kinds of medicine powders came one after another. Since one medicine cannot cure you, use a few more!

After popping out more than ten medicine powders, the colorful smoke in the air made Wen Changyu discolor. She quickly took more than ten steps back and stared at Qin Luo in the smoke hatefully.

The poisonous and overbearing force was fierce, and even the flowers and plants around were rapidly sluggish and black, and a pool of turbid pus that was unstoppable.

The sisters standing in the distance watching the game also retreated for a while. Although Qin Luo said confidently that after eating eye meat, they could be immune to all poisons, they did not dare to try the method with their bodies.

The mixed powder is not as simple as one plus one equals two. The toxicity produced by their mixing is geometrically increasing, and even Wen Changyu himself has no medicine to solve.

"Haqiu! Haqiu!"

Suddenly, continuous sounds came from the colorful smoke, which made Wen Changyu confused.

Qin Luo in the fog is about to collapse. This fat woman is too bad. Is she trying to choke herself to death with so much medicine?

Even if you can't choke me to death, it's not good that you poison the flowers and plants around you.

Finally passing through the smoke, Qin Luo, who was full of colorful hair, rushed towards Wen Changyu angrily.

Wen Changyu was shocked and turned around and ran away as if he had seen a ghost.

Not to mention how Qin Luo wants to deal with him, just the compound poison on his hair is enough for Wen Changyu to drink a pot.

A figure suddenly blocked behind Wen Changyu. Qin Luo stopped and saw that the other party was Hu Yidao holding a long sword.

The footsteps were constantly coming around, and Lanluosi and Xi Ya finally arrived, and Han Futong, Li Donglai and Afu also led the remaining soldiers to surround Zangjian Pavilion.

After seeing Hong Fei's body, the three of them looked sad.

Someone had reported the situation in the building before. Although they had already predicted that this coup was destined to be bloody, they never expected that the overall situation would be settled and Leicester and Hong Fei had died.

Qin Luo looked at Hu Yidao without saying a word and said, "Since you want to help the evil, I will kill you first!"

He turned his wrist and the cold Xuanyuan kitchen knife was already in his hand.

Han Futong came over and stood side by side with Qin Luo: "Qin Luo, Wen Changge hasn't taken action yet, why don't we go first?"

Qin Luo shook his head: "You are not his opponents. Thank you for your hard work this night. Let me leave everything next."

Looking at Qin Luo's resolute and slightly tender side face, Han Futong felt a little ashamed. Unexpectedly, the last battle that concerns Ningzhou City's life and death could only fall on the boy.

Qin Luo and Hu Yidao looked at each other and smiled, then moved their steps at the same time, slowly walking towards each other.
Chapter completed!