At this moment, the old man was forced to retreat beside the carriage.
There are more than ten feet away from Wang Ding, so Xu Huang doesn't have to fight the old man.
Xu Huang struck the old man with his ax again.
After killing more than a dozen people in a row and swinging the stone-penetrating ax dozens of times, Xu Huang seemed to have no effect and was still very fast.
Bang!
The old man, who had no way to retreat, saw the stone-piercing ax coming towards him. He looked like a monkey and jumped onto the carriage, avoiding the stone-piercing ax again.
The stone ax struck the carriage, the carriage was torn apart, and the old man fell to the ground again.
There is also a carriage blocking the middle of the road.
But with the old man's flexible body, he can definitely leave.
The old man just looked at Xu Huang solemnly, but still did not run away.
Xu Huang struck it with another axe.
Because he was worried that the dagger in the old man's hand would suddenly be thrown out, Xu Huang just suppressed the old man. Even though he had endless killing intent in his heart, Xu Huang restrained himself.
He doesn't want to die with the old man.
Bang!
The frame of another carriage also shattered instantly under this axe, and the broken wood pieces flew away in all directions.
Just when the old man landed on the ground again, a wild goose feather knife beside him suddenly struck the old man down.
Lu Hao, who had been watching the show, also took action.
It's just that his speed and strength cannot compare with Xu Huang. The Yanling Sword is far less threatening than the stone-penetrating axe.
The old man's eyes flashed, and the simple knife in his hand collided with someone for the first time.
Keng!
The Pu knife collided with the Yanling knife, making a harsh sound.
Lu Hao's right hand trembled, and the Yanling Saber almost fell out of his hand.
At this moment, he felt that the old man who had never dared to confront Xu Huang was actually stronger than him.
Lu Hao's sword failed to pose a threat to the old man, but it provided Xu Huang with an opportunity.
The stone-penetrating ax swept across, and Xu Huang deliberately pushed the ax blade back two feet.
If the old man continued to retreat, he would take the initiative to hit the ax blade.
But if he doesn't move, he will be hit by the seven-foot-long ax handle.
With Xu Huang's strength, even if he only has a long stick in his hand, he can easily smash people to death.
This ax made it inevitable for the old man to avoid it.
Block or die.
Even if the ax blade didn't strike, the long ax handle was enough to smash the old man's waist bone into pieces.
The old man tried his best.
Since he has not escaped, he has decided to leave his life here.
But he hasn't given up on the mission yet.
He didn't look at the stone axe. The simple knife in his hand struck Xu Huang for the first time.
This time it was no longer a false move, it seemed like he really wanted to trade his life with Xu Huang.
But the stone-penetrating ax has a longer distance and a faster speed.
Xu Huang can ensure that after his stone-penetrating ax hits the old man, he still has time to avoid Pu Dao.
It seemed like he had changed his life, but Xu Huang was very sure that he had won.
However, Xu Huang was not careless. He did not forget that the old man still held a dagger in his left hand.
The dagger is as black as ink, not glowing coldly like an ordinary sword.
Xu Huang knew that this dagger must be highly poisonous, and it might kill someone just by cutting the skin.
The distance between the two sides is only seven feet. From such a short distance, the dagger is thrown out like a dart, making it difficult to defend against.
Even Xu Huang has no way to guarantee that he can avoid it.
If the old man hadn't had this dagger in his hand, he would have been killed by the axe.
The old man's left hand moved.
The dagger in his hand flew out.
Xu Huang, who had always been vigilant, saw the dagger flying out, but the stone in his heart did not fall, but became even more suspended.
Xu Huang shouted: "Lord, be careful."
He had been guarding against the old man's dagger, but his ultimate target was not Xu Huang, but Wang Ding, who was standing ten feet away.
Bang!
The long handle of the stone ax hit the old man's waist hard.
The thin old man, like a rag bag, was thrown out and hit the wall beside the road hard.
Xu Huang didn't bother with the old man, but turned to look behind him.
There are five guards around Wang Ding, who are always surrounding Wang Ding.
They have also been watching the battle between Xu Huang and the old man.
When Xu Huang shouted to be careful, a guard stood in front of Wang Ding.
The dagger is very fast, faster than the arrow.
Poof!
The dagger passed through the guard's body, as if it was just passing through a thin layer of paper.
Continue to fly towards Wang Ding who is behind the guard, aiming at Wang Ding's heart.
Wang Ding was not frightened. The Mo Dao in his hand was already blocking his chest when the guards blocked him.
Wang Ding didn't know whether the guard could block the dagger, or where the dagger was aimed.
He just instinctively used Mo Dao to block the vital parts of his body.
The Mo Dao's blade is large enough to block half of Wang Ding's body.
Ding!
The tip of the bloody dagger collided with the Mo Dao. The two weapons seemed to be frozen, as if the dagger was still in the person's hand.
After one breath and two breaths, the dagger finally lost its last strength and fell at Wang Ding's feet.
The guard standing in front of Wang Ding turned his head and looked at Wang Ding. Seeing that Wang Ding was fine, his body slowly fell down.
Wang Ding helped the opponent's fallen body.
The dagger was not directed towards the opponent. Although it passed through the guard's body, it did not hurt the guard's vitals.
"Wang Ling."
Wang Ling looked at Wang Ding, his mouth opened, and he couldn't say anything. He just spit out a few mouthfuls of black blood.
Those eyes that were gradually losing their luster looked at Wang Ding with joy and determination, but without fear.
Wang Ding took off the nameplate around Wang Ling's neck and whispered: "Go in peace."
He reached out and closed Wang Ling's eyes.
Wang Ding looked into the distance. The old man who was knocked away by Xu Huang was lying on the ground, but his eyes were looking at Wang Ding, full of disappointment.
His mission failed in the end.
He wanted to exchange his own life for Wang Ding's.
But he didn't succeed.
Wang Ding picked up the blood-stained dagger on the ground and walked towards the old man. The dagger was engraved with Hateful Life.
The scene just now was still filled in his mind, playing over and over again.
The dagger was originally coming towards him. If Wang Ling didn't move, he wouldn't die.
But he stood in front of Wang Ding without hesitation, without any hesitation.
At that moment, if there was even the slightest hesitation, Wang Ling would be too late and would not die.
Wang Ding hoped so much that Wang Ling hesitated at that moment.
The dagger was aimed at his heart. If Wang Ling had not stood in front of him, he would have been blocked by Mo Dao. Wang Ling would not die, and neither would he.
But without ifs, no one can tell what the result will be until the dagger stops.
Wang Ding feels honored to have these guards.
He slowly walked up to the old man and cut the old man's neck with a dagger.
The old man covered the wound on his neck, but he couldn't stop the blood flowing out. He looked at Wang Ding with only regret and loss in his eyes.
Within three breaths, the old man closed his eyes, and all the blood flowing from his neck turned black.
Wang Ding carried Wang Ling's body onto the back of a bay-red horse and took him back in person.