With a "swipe" sound, Jian Wuhen opened the oil-paper umbrella.
His strange behavior puzzled Long Yan and others, but the one who was most surprised at the moment was Feng Xiaoxiao.
Quick sword, oil-paper umbrella, could this... be...
The snowflakes floating in the air seemed to turn into slanting drizzle in Feng Xiaoxiao's eyes. In the drizzle, a man in Tsing Yi appeared in front of him holding an oil-paper umbrella. Feng Xiaoxiao shook his head. At least Jian
The sword in Wuhen's hand was not the thin and narrow sword of the man in Tsing Yi.
However, at this moment, Jian Wuhen suddenly smiled strangely at Feng Xiaoxiao, which seemed to mean something.
Long Yan didn't have the patience to keep watching him continue to act mysterious, but Ren patiently said again: "Have you two thought it through clearly? What do you mean?"
Feng Xiaoxiao was speechless. His energy at this moment was completely focused on Jian Wuhen's hand, and he didn't hear a word Long Yan said at all.
Jian Wuhen smiled softly, and then scolded: "Look at the sword!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his sword had already been raised.
Although everyone was surprised, they were not caught off guard like this. Everyone raised their weapons to resist and prepared for a counterattack.
What Feng Xiaoxiao saw in front of his eyes were dozens of cold lights, and what he heard in his ears was the sharp sound of wind. At this moment, the snow seemed to have stopped, the air seemed to freeze, and even time seemed to have paused.
When everything recovered, Jian Wuhen's sword had been withdrawn, and bright red blood rose up in the sky, dyeing the snowflakes that had not yet fallen to the ground bright red.
There were thirteen people in total, and they couldn't believe their eyes, whether it was the blood flying in front of them or the attribute whose data had dropped - life.
There are still three people who didn't get hit, but their names are not worth mentioning. They didn't get hit, not because their martial arts were superior in any way, but because of Jian Wuhen's sword technique "Thirteen Soul-Chasing Swords".
Attack up to thirteen targets.
Everyone was still struggling to decide whether everything in front of them was true or false, and Jian Wuhen raised his sword again.
The three people who survived for the first time were attacked at the same time, and each of them had at least four injuries. The four injuries combined left them with only one breath left.
Everyone was stunned, their eyes full of fear and uneasiness, and no one could explain how they got hit by this sword.
What exactly is this swordsmanship?
And Feng Xiaoxiao no longer doubted that Jian Wuhen was the man in Tsing Yi!
Jian Wuhen suddenly moved slightly, and Long Yan and the others were like frightened birds, hurriedly retreating backwards.
Jian Wuhen just pulled Feng Xiaoxiao to his side. Feng Xiaoxiao looked at the umbrella covering his head. It gave him a substantial sense of security. Of course, it could not wipe out Jian Wuhen.
of credit.
Jian Wuhen smiled to show everyone, and then said: "Do you want to fight again?"
Long Yan didn't answer immediately. He glanced at Feiyun. Feiyun also looked surprised. Suddenly, Feiyun waved his hand and shouted: "Everyone, come together!"
The gangsters who had dispersed outside the area just now rushed over again, but Long Yan and others retreated quietly and silently.
These ordinary gang members were even more vulnerable in front of Jian Wuhen. If the dead hadn't turned into a white light and flashed away, there would have been a tragic scene littered with corpses in front of them.
At this time, Long Yan had retreated to Feiyun, and Feiyun couldn't help but ask: "What's going on?"
Long Yan could only shake his head and said: "I don't know. I only saw a flash of sword light, and I didn't even have time to raise my hand, and I was already hit!" This was the only explanation he could give.
Raiders of the Lost Ark came over and whispered: "There must be something weird about his umbrella!"
When life and death are at stake, if you do nothing but hold up an umbrella, this umbrella is certainly questionable.
Feiyun said: "We must catch him!"
Long Yan shook his head and said, "I'm afraid we can't do it!"
Feiyun said: "Hold him until all his medicine is taken!"
Jian Wuhen and Feng Xiaoxiao were still under heavy siege. Although no one could get close to them, the number of enemies was too great. After killing them for a long time, there was no sign of any decrease.
Compared to when he was dealing with Long Yan and many other masters just now, Jian Wuhen's expression was even more solemn at the moment. He whispered to Feng Xiaoxiao: "We can't go on like this, we have to kill him as soon as possible!"
Feng Xiaoxiao said: "You don't have to worry about me anymore, just kill me and get out!"
Jian Wuhen said with a displeased look on his face: "It doesn't matter what you and I are doing here!"
Feng Xiaoxiao was silent. He had called him here, and now he asked him to leave him alone. It seemed a bit excessive.
Jian Wuhen asked while moving forward: "Can you still jump up the wall?"
Feng Xiaoxiao followed up with a tired pace and said: "I'm afraid it's a bit difficult!"
Jian Wuhen asked again: "Where is the door?"
Feng Xiaoxiao pointed in the direction of the front door, and Jian Wuhen dragged him towards the door without saying a word.
One person leads the way, and the other hurriedly follows behind. Although Feng Xiaoxiao no longer has much fighting ability, he can still run errands.
When Jian Wuhen's sword kills people, no one can stop it, but these low-level players cannot realize the horror of Jian Wuhen like the masters in Longyan. They believe in the theory that there is strength in numbers. Don't be afraid if one dies, stand up.
Two, two died, two pairs stood up.
If a dead person has a corpse, it can be regarded as a barrier, but now the dead person disappears into a ray of light, and the people behind can immediately rush towards the two of them without any hindrance.
At this moment, Jian Wuhen had to stop his progress and turn around to help Feng Xiaoxiao block these attacks.
Feng Xiaoxiao walked forward with difficulty, while Jian Wuhen surrounded him like a halo, clearing away obstacles around him.
A crack was forced out of the crowd by two people. Feng Xiaoxiao watched the door become clearer and clearer in his eyes, and couldn't believe it was true.
I don’t know how many people have done Jian Wuhen’s sword chasing souls. Jian Wuhen really fought with blood. His whole body was covered with blood. Even the umbrella he had been holding above his head and not putting down was stained with blood.
Style.
When the door was facing the two people's sights and clearly appeared in front of them, Feng Xiaoxiao also saw a figure who had just broken up not long ago - Nonghua. Nonghua appeared in the crowd holding his long stick.
Jian Wuhen didn't know anything about it, he just treated Nonghua as an ordinary member and gave him an ordinary sword. Nonghua didn't hide or block, the sword hit him accurately, and Jian Wuhen immediately withdrew his sword.
He struck the next target with his hand. From the beginning of the melee till now, he had always killed an opponent with one sword, and it had become a habit.
But this time he paid the price for this habit. When he hit Nonghua and then turned around to hit the next target, Nonghua's stick also caught up with him. A silent blow.
All this happened in just a moment, from the moment Feng Xiaoxiao recognized Nonghua to the moment he shouted "be careful" in a warning tone, it was all over.
The ending was that Jian Wuhen was stabbed in the waist by Nonghua with a stick.
Jian Wuhen responded immediately. The sword light crisscrossed and fell on Nonghua, but the sound was an endless "ding-dong" sound. Nonghua still stood smiling.
Jian Wuhen spat out a mouthful of blood. Although the moment he was poked by the flower stick, he subconsciously shrank to avoid some of the damage, but like Feng Xiaoxiao, the physiques of the speed clan are not strong, and this stick
He was still seriously injured. His shots were already sluggish.
The gate was only a few steps away from the two of them, but at this moment an insurmountable barrier appeared. But if they didn't cross it, there would be absolutely no chance for the two of them.
Jian Wuhen struck at Nonghua again, aiming directly at his head. But Nonghua seemed to have expected this. As soon as Jian Wuhen moved, the stick in his hand was already raised horizontally, and he used the "Iron Lock Crossing the River"
Interception stance. Since it can intercept Feng Xiaoxiao's fast legs, it can also intercept a similar fast sword. This is what he thought.
This time it's Hua's turn to pay for the experience.
The light of the sword caught the wind and hit the vital part of his head, which was completely defenseless. The flower stick swung forward to meet him, but before his stick could catch the sword, the sword had already hit his vital part.
Nonghua couldn't believe that this was true. The speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness of the sword were all beyond his expectation. His eyes widened with a look of surprise on his face, and disappeared in a burst of white light. The sacrifice he had made
The price is obviously higher.
This sword also consumed a lot of Jian Wuhen's energy. When the sword was retracted, he staggered. While staggering, he had to fend off the enemy's attacks from multiple directions. Jian Wuhen vomited blood again.
The wound became deeper.
But there are only a few steps away from the door. Once you get out of the door and use Qinggong, you still have a chance to escape!
Jian Wuhen gritted his teeth and persisted. The sword he thrust out crookedly still had enough speed and power. The two of them also moved forward crookedly in this situation.
The door was finally within arm's reach, and a burst of joy surged into his heart. Although Feng Xiaoxiao didn't know whether he would have the strength to perform Qing Gong after he left the door, at least this was hope, which was earned through hard work and hard work.
hope.
Jian Wuhen swung his sword to protect the two of them. Now he almost only had the strength to resist. With his constant attacks, his injuries continued to worsen and his strength continued to drain. Fortunately, his goal had been achieved.
Feng Xiaoxiao's trembling hand pushed the door, but it didn't move at all. Feng Xiaoxiao's heart felt cold. He pushed hard again, but the door still didn't move, and even his fingertips were cold.
Feng Xiaoxiao was about to announce the unfortunate news to Jian Wuhen when suddenly the door opened with a bang, but it opened in the direction of Feng Xiaoxiao.
Feng Xiaoxiao was overjoyed. It turned out that the door had to be pulled rather than pushed. Fortunately, the wind blew the door open.
Suddenly, Feng Xiaoxiao realized that he was wrong. It was not Feng at all. He saw a black thing standing in front of him.
After taking a closer look, he saw a person. A fully armed person with a black helmet, black armor and black boots. He held a sharp ax in each hand. But the ax also made Feng Xiaoxiao feel black. The legendary
Black Tornado Li Kui uses this kind of axe.
What is this? Feng Xiaoxiao muttered to himself, his heart cast a black shadow again.
