After hearing the instructions from the woman in black, the six warriors in black narrowed their eyes.
After slightly turning aside the murderous intent coming from Yuan Qingyi's long sword, the six of them all pulled out the sabers in their hands.
For a moment, swords flashed across the sky.
"Whoosh!"
Yuan Qingyi didn't pay attention and spun quickly.
The white sword light made Yuan Qingyi look like an angry dragon flying through the sky.
The murderous intention is fierce.
Yuan Qingyi instantly closed the distance between the two parties.
When the six people wanted to repeat their old trick, they immediately dispersed, leaving Yuan Qingyi helpless to catch flies with bare hands.
Yuan Qingyi swung his long sword to the left, then struck east and west.
One turn, one sideways, one push, one sweep.
"Bang!"
The three black-clothed warriors who spread out to the right were severely struck by Yuan Qingyi's long sword.
The two sides were like two equally turbulent giant waves that suddenly collided together.
After the waves dispersed, three black-clothed soldiers were seen spurting blood and falling backwards, dragging their feet four to five meters before half-kneeling on the ground.
There were only traces of the long sword hitting them, and no wounds appeared. It was as if they had armor on their bodies.
Yuan Qingyi also felt pain in his wrist and his body swayed slightly.
The opponent's brute force is quite strong.
"Whoosh!"
As his thoughts turned, the three black warriors on the left jumped up and jumped to Yuan Qingyi's side like cheetahs.
The three knives fell together.
Yuan Qingyi turned his long sword and struck three people again.
With a clang, the swords clashed.
The three black-clothed soldiers were knocked away by Yuan Qingyi again.
There was also a trace of blood on his mouth and nose.
But the three black-clothed warriors who started spitting blood rushed over again.
Three sabers roared in.
Yuan Qingyi shouted: "Death!"
The long sword thrust forward and pressed forward.
The three of them swayed eastward and westward, avoiding the tip of the sword.
Then, the three men stepped forward and stabbed Yuan Qingyi in the throat.
Yuan Qingyi used his long sword to fend off the three of them, and then retaliated with a sword that swept away the opponent's abdomen.
But there was still no blood splattered.
Yuan Qingyi was about to stab the opponent in the eye when he suddenly felt danger coming from behind.
Yuan Qingyi instinctively swung his sword with his backhand.
Just three sounds of "dang-dang-dang" were heard, and the sabers of the three enemies behind were drawn away.
However, Yuan Qingyi also swayed and took a few steps forward.
Before she could buffer herself, three black-clothed soldiers rushed over from the front.
After the three of them held Yuan Qingyi's long sword, they freed up their hands and slapped Yuan Qingyi three times in a row.
The three palm strikes of the three men were not heavy, but very fast.
Yuan Qingyi, who hastily resisted, was forced to block nine blows in one breath.
This caused her to sway and take three steps back.
The three people behind took the opportunity to bully him and went straight forward, slashing at Yuan Qingyi's head with three knives.
Yuan Qingyi blocked it with a long sword.
The swords clashed with each other, and Yuan Qingyi felt pain in his right hand.
At this moment, the three enemies in front pressed forward, and three more swords fell.
During the collision of swords, Yuan Qingyi retreated again.
The three enemies behind her took the opportunity to stab her vitals with their knives.
Yuan Qingyi used his backhand to block another attack with his sword, and then pressed down with his long sword, intending to assassinate the three enemies under the sword.
But the three enemies had already retreated, just in time to avoid the sharp sword tip.
The speed was so fast that Yuan Qingyi's eyes narrowed slightly.
She gasped slightly.
The enemy's strange speed and fighting style made her very uncomfortable.
She felt like Zhang Wuji had just met the Holy Fire Order and was beaten to pieces by the three Persian envoys.
In the field of vision, six soldiers in black were covered in blood and breathing rapidly.
However, they always maintained an intimidating aura, and their eyes were like the aura of lone wolves on the grassland.
There were no screams, no fear, and no evacuation.
The woman in black gave an order: "Kill!"
"Whoosh!"
The six black-clothed warriors did not rest, and charged at Yuan Qingyi again with a wave of their sabers.
Yuan Qingyi did not retreat but advanced, waving his sword to confront them.
After a series of collisions, six black-clothed soldiers fell and flew out.
It's just that there is an extra blood stain on Yuan Qingyi's left arm.
A flash of pain flashed across Yuan Qingyi's face, but he quickly calmed down and took three steps back to buffer.
Six soldiers in black rushed forward again.
There was another series of collisions, and the six black-clothed warriors spurted blood and fell, but Yuan Qingyi also received two scars.
Although Yuan Qingyi is not an invincible player in Zonghengyu, he is still among the top players.
But at this moment, being surrounded by six black-clothed warriors, she couldn't help but feel annoyed, and her murderous intent also increased sharply.
She wondered if she should come up with a trump card.
"Whoosh!"
As his thoughts were turning, six black-clothed warriors had already come to kill him.
Yuan Qingyi's expression changed slightly.
After swinging out a sword to intimidate the three people in front of her from attacking, she saw a flash of white light in front of her eyes.
Then, someone hit him hard on the left shoulder.
This move was even more unbelievable. There was no warning in advance, and the opponent seemed to suddenly appear beside her.
When Yuan Qingyi struck back with his sword, the opponent left the attack range again.
Yuan Qingyi waved three sword circles to increase the distance between herself and the opponent.
These people are always a little faster than her.
Just this slight difference is enough to make her suffer.
Yuan Qingyi took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and flew forward.
A sword was thrust out at the enemy at the front.
The latter flew forward at the same time, striking out with the saber in his hand without fear.
With a bang, the enemy flew away.
Yuan Qingyi was also distracted and fell from the air.
At this time, the other two people rushed up again. As soon as they held the saber of one person, they felt a pain in their waist.
Yuan Qingyi ignored the pain and reacted very quickly with a kick. A sneak attack by a black-clothed soldier fell out.
But another person took the opportunity to hit Yuan Qingyi in the abdomen.
The armor protected the body, no blood was splattered, but the pain was excruciating.
Yuan Qingyi kicked the opponent's saber away, then slashed the opponent's neck with a backhand sword.
A spurt of blood.
Between life and death, the soldier in black, with blood oozing from his neck, blocked Yuan Qingyi's attack with a backhand knife.
Then he turned over in the air and retreated six meters away.
His reactions and skills were astonishing.
Yuan Qingyi's pretty face was shocked, and the soldier in black's neck was bruised and bruised, but his eyes still didn't change much.
He didn't even let out a scream.
He didn't even stop the bleeding, he just looked at Yuan Qingyi coldly.
Yuan Qingyi sighed: "What a pity!"
The woman in black said proudly: "Yuan Qingyi, is this all you have?"
"If you only have this ability, let alone pursuing the case and taking me down, you will be afraid that your life will not be saved."
She hummed: "The first elder of the China Martial Alliance is nothing more than that."
Yuan Qingyi said indifferently: "Is a little crooked way worth your shouting?"
"Today I will show you the true strength of the first elder of the Martial Alliance."
She retracted her sword and put a hand on her chest to calm down.
There are still words in his mouth.
The woman in black couldn't see Yuan Qingyi's intentions, but she knew she couldn't give Yuan Qingyi a chance.
So she shouted loudly: "Kill!"
"Whoosh!"
The six black-clothed warriors ejected together and slashed at Yuan Qingyi with six swords.
The sword's light was sharp and it came close instantly.
Yuan Qingyi suddenly opened his eyes, and his voice instantly echoed across the rooftop: "Broken!"
Two groups of golden light appeared from Yuan Qingyi's eyes with a bang.
The light is like a lotus flower, piercing the pupils and burning the heart.
The bodies of the six people were sluggish, and then their eyes hurt.
A wisp of smoke came out.
"ah!"
The six people covered their eyes and screamed and flew out... The woman in black changed her pretty face, turned around and left!
