Zhuge Dulian took a step forward with a cold face, and used his peak Martial Emperor strength to block everyone in front of them, blowing away the strong wind.
"Hey, Young Master Zhuge, tsk tsk, do you think that with your peak Martial Emperor power, you can resist my Martial Emperor realm power?"
The middle-aged man smiled disdainfully at Zhuge Duhan, but the latter ignored him.
With a cold face, Zhuge Duhan said without looking back: "Take Miss Leng away first, and I will stop him!"
When Le Bing and the other three heard this, they were just startled. Then Bao Bao led Leng Meiying and prepared to retreat without saying a word.
"Hmph, can we leave?" How could the middle-aged man let Leng Meiying leave at this time? He snorted coldly, and the two swords on his back also popped out at this time, making a sword cry.
"Swipe!" The two sword lights, wrapped in Wan Jun's power, slashed towards the backs of Baobao and the others.
Halfway through, a jet-black, sharp-edged heavy sword slashed at them, forcibly cutting the two sword lights into pieces, making crisp and crisp collision sounds.
"Your opponent is me!"
After forcing himself to press the tremor on the tiger's mouth, Zhuge Duhan responded calmly, his eyes locked on the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was startled, then snorted angrily: "Do you really think you can compete with me? Although you are at the peak of the Martial Emperor, you are still weaker than me, a strong man in the Martial Emperor realm!"
"Really? Then let's try it!"
Zhuge Duhan stopped talking nonsense and took the initiative to attack. The sharp sword in his hand cut through the air and killed the middle-aged man with a sharp sound.
The middle-aged man was very surprised, what is going on?
Shouldn't a young man from a noble family like Zhuge Duhan be greedy for life and afraid of death? Why did he dare to rush forward when he knew the gap between Emperor Wu and Emperor Kaihuang? Did he really want to seek death?
However, middle-aged men don’t care too much about the sharp sword.
It seems that if you want to capture that woman and go back to perform meritorious deeds, you have to kill this young man from the aristocratic family!
Thinking of this, the middle-aged man sneered for no reason.
This is an extremely dangerous signal. Often when he smiles like this, someone is about to die!
"Dang-dang-dang!"
In the air, there were bursts of heart-wrenching clashing sounds of weapons, and strong winds erupted from the two black figures, then tore the trees in the forest into pieces like chopping melons and vegetables.
The heavy sword has no edge, but everything that comes into contact with it is often broken into pieces the fastest.
They were obviously two opponents, one strong and one weak, but they fought in this forest for more than ten minutes without a winner.
Zhuge Duhan was like a crazy blood lion, his eyes had completely turned blood red, and there were already dozens of bone-deep wounds on his body, and every wound was accompanied by
A lot of blood was shed.
The tiger's mouth cracked and blood splattered, but Zhuge Duhan seemed to have no feeling. The heavy sword in his hand never paused for a moment, like a poisonous snake that had spotted its prey, and kept moving towards it.
The middle-aged man's body bit into it.
He has almost given up on his defense and focused on attacking with all his strength.
The Martial Emperor-level powerhouse broke out and attacked desperately, even the middle-aged man who was obviously a little taller than him felt waves of heart palpitations.
