Jing Wuchen's eyes were bloodshot. With a sudden movement of his feet, he made several phantoms in mid-air due to his extremely fast speed, and rushed towards Xiao Yan, trying to rescue him.
Jing Wuchen's heart-rending roar made Xiao Yan feel warm in his heart, but Xiao Yan did not stop his body. He spun faster and faster, melting his entire body into the tornado, and swept into the tornado.
There are many Dou Emperors holding various weapons in their hands.
For a moment, knives were broken, limbs were flying, fierce punches and kicks, the crisp sound of the blade breaking, shrill screams, and the violent spurting of blood could be heard all the time.
The continuously stirred up dust filled this mountain road, gradually blurring Jing Wuchen's vision.
The noise soon fell silent, and Jing Wuchen stared blankly at a blurry figure standing in the gradually dispersing dust. That figure stood there as tall and straight as a javelin, with its flying long hair shaking Jing Wuchen's nerves.
.
Jing Wuchen didn't dare to look at this god-like figure, for fear that when the dust cleared, this figure would either be nailed to the spot with broken spears and knives inserted all over its body, or it might be too injured and show its last smile before falling down.
, no matter which one is the result he wants to see. But apart from these two, he can't think of the third one, because he thinks it is a luxury wish. He can't imagine being surrounded and killed by dozens of Dou Emperors.
Who can survive being chopped by dozens of sharp blades?
Maybe there is, but Jing Wuchen has never seen it, or he doesn't think Xiao Yan will be one of them, even if Xiao Yan's previous performance shocked him beyond words, because in his opinion, this guy from the Xiao clan
After all, he is not the legendary perverted genius of the Xiao clan.
But the battlefield is not a place where you can be distracted. Just when Jing Wuchen's mood was going up and down, and he didn't know why he was so worried and sad about Xiao Yan, a giant sword bursting with Senhan's murderous intent was drawn in the air.
A sharp sound of wind struck down mercilessly on Jing Wuchen's neck. It was a Dou Emperor who was swept away by the edge of the tornado and was not too seriously injured. Just when he saw Jing Wuchen's absent-minded look, he turned over and climbed up.
Get up and attack with a sword.
"ah?"
It wasn't until his messy head was scratched upright by the fighting spirit from the sword's edge, and his scalp was aching faintly, that Jing Wuchen realized what he was doing. Unfortunately, it was too late, as his sharply narrowed pupils had already seen the shadow of death.
"Are we destined to die together with that guy named Xiao?" Looking at the giant sword that kept enlarging in his pupils, Jing Wuchen sighed in his heart and closed his eyes miserably, feeling extremely unwilling, "Damn it, you let me
Can’t you clean up that bastard Dan Ding and then kill me? It’s grandma’s fault!”
"Bang!"
Jing Wuchen, who was waiting for death with his eyes closed, heard an unexpected voice.
"Is this sound a little different from what you imagined? And why is there no pain? Is it because the sword is too fast and you can't feel the pain when your head leaves your neck?"
It felt as if the wind of the sword was blowing against his neck. Jing Wuchen's neck tightened unconsciously, but he was thinking in confusion, wondering why the sound didn't sound like a sword slashing his neck at all, but more like a fist and a sword.
colliding with each other.
"You bastard! How dare you get distracted at this time?!"
A loud shout rang in Jing Wuchen's ears, waking up Jing Wuchen who was still doubting whether his soul had left his body.
Jing Wuchen suddenly opened his eyes and saw Xiao Yan standing in front of him. His mind went blank, and his usually flexible thinking could not be turned around. He pointed at Xiao Yan as if in a dream: "Are you still alive? Eh.
?I’m not dead either?”
"Of course I'm still alive! I'm still alive, how could you die?"
Xiao Yan kicked the Dou Emperor who had lost his giant sword off the cliff with one kick, and punched out another Dou Emperor who still crawled over tenaciously with a broken arm, and then slightly raised his knife-like brows.
, "However, if you continue to stand like this stupidly, you will no longer be able to live any longer."
"ah!"
After being reminded by Xiao Yan, Jing Wuchen suddenly came to his senses. He quickly shouted in a deep voice, his eyes shot out a cold light like a blade, and the flying knife shot out with a "swish" sound, leaving only a few faint white marks in the air.
Throw it at several Dou Emperors who are rushing up from below.
The flying knives flashed with light, and the several fighting emperors who rushed towards them only had time to subconsciously deflect before being hit by the flying knives one by one.
Although the flying knives on their bodies were not fatal, these Dou Emperors were seriously injured and their bodies were shaking slightly.
However, what makes Jing Wuchen angry is that the eyes of these Dou Emperors are still so cold, and none of them are timid. They only take two steps back to eliminate the impact of the flying knives, and then exhale their fighting energy to knock the flying knives out of their bodies and continue to hold them high.
He rushed towards Jing Wuchen and Xiao Yan with his sword.
"Are you really not afraid of death?"
Jing Wuchen returned to his carefree look, showing a faint smile in an obscene manner, turning his fingers in the air bit by bit, and the flying knife that was shaken out of the body by several Dou Emperors immediately flew up from the ground as if it was being pulled by something, and flew rapidly in the air.
It spun around and stabbed the backs of several Dou Emperors silently.
It is difficult for a sane person to prevent such a weird knife fighting skill, let alone these Dou Emperors whose minds have been blinded by the desire to kill? The forward figures of several Dou Emperors stopped abruptly, their eyes fixed on Jing Wu.
dust, and then fell headlong.
Before several Dou Emperor fell to the ground, the deadly flying knives flew back into Jing Wuchen's hands.
"What an awesome knife-throwing skill!"
Xiao Yan glanced at Long Yi from afar, who had been forced to pull out the lightning spear during the break, but was still very brave. He felt relieved and gave Jing Wuchen a thumbs up.
"It's far worse than you."
Jing Wuchen's forehead pulsed with veins, and he looked at the crowd that quickly swarmed up below, with no trace of joy on his face.
The flying knives were thrown out from Jing Wuchen's hands again and again, and they spun sharply. Every back and forth meant the passage of a life; but those crazy Dou Emperors still surged in like a tide, rushing one after another without fear or fear.
life and death.
"Fortunately, the outer mountain road is very narrow, so you can't rush through a lot at once. But when is this the end? If you don't pay attention, you will end up in a different place."
Jing Wuchen wiped his sweat and said with palpitations.
"It's okay. Just follow me closely. If you pay attention, your life won't be in danger."
Xiao Yan was not as worried as Jing Wuchen. While he felt the pressure, his fighting spirit became more and more intense. His eyes flashed with excitement, and he turned around and rushed forward to clear the way.
Under the cover of Xiao Yan, the three of them continued to rush forward.
However, the crowd surged too fast. Before Xiao Yan had finished dealing with one group, another group came up. It was so fast that the crescent moon mark on Xiao Yan's forehead was so red that he could clearly see it. Before he had gone too far,
It was so fast that Xiao Yan had to drink several bottles of clear spirit liquid to replenish his fighting energy.
Jing Wuchen was fighting with flying knives between Xiao Yan and Long Yi, trying his best to reduce the pressure on Xiao Yan and Long Yi. He looked at the steady stream of Dou Emperors coming towards him from behind and in front of the road. He was throwing knives while
Feeling helpless, he said to Xiao Yan: "These people are fucking crazy! Brother Xiao, we can't keep fighting like this endlessly. Even if we don't fight to death, I'm afraid I will die from exhaustion!"
After listening to Jing Wuchen's words, Xiao Yan suddenly twisted his left leg and used his waist strength, threw out his arm with all his strength, smashed the chest of a Dou Emperor who was trying to get close to him with a "pop" sound, and flashed in front of Jing Wuchen.
"You're right. If we continue to entangle like this, it will only attract more people. We have to find a way to fight a bloody road and rush to the next section."
Feeling that he was becoming more and more proficient in using every part of his body, although Xiao Yan still had some unfinished ideas, he felt that Jing Wuchen was right to worry. After taking a deep breath, his mind suddenly settled: "Long Yi, don't be obsessed with fighting, retreat!
"
After hearing Xiao Yan's order, Long Yi didn't hesitate at all. After breaking the ribs of a Dou Emperor with one punch, he immediately turned around and joined Xiao Yan and Jing Wuchen with a single lunge. (To be continued.!)