The killing was endless, and the land tiger, rabbit, died and fox was sad, and he actually had a desperate desire to suppress Hao Cheng for a while. Feng Han also gave up Wang Tong and rushed directly to Xiang Yang.

Feng Han's scimitar rotated and cut in his hand, like a circular roulette. The breeze sounded, and Xiang Yang's eyes lit up. This scimitar method was good, but it was just good.

With his right hand, the Yanling Dao turned his sword and was slender, slashing out of Huashan with a force from the street. However, with the blessing of Zixia magic skill that had been practicing to the third level, the surging sword force directly broke Feng Han's scimitar, and Feng Han's chest was torn into a red line, his blood surged, his eyes gradually became lost, his body became soft, and he fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, a very loud shout suddenly sounded among the group of green horse thieves who were watching the battle, "Avenge the great leader, brothers, rush."

Xiang Yang could see clearly that it was Cheng Yun, who was holding a long sword, who was inciting the group of horse thieves to rise up and attack him, but Cheng Yun himself slowly retreated, obviously having the idea of ​​escaping from here.

"The martial arts skills are not high, but they are very smart."

The horse thieves are not all ruthless and unrighteous. About dozens of knights waved their scimitars in grief and anger, and rushed towards Xiang Yang, just like dozens of off-road vehicles running towards him, rumbling.

Seeing this scene, Luo Qi and others all turned pale, and dozens of people were condescending, rushing with the help of horses. No matter how good Xiang Yang's martial arts are, can he resist it with a single sword?

Before, they formed a team under the leadership of Wang Tong, who was proficient in cavalry, and used the momentum of the crowd to fight head-on with the cavalry, but now Xiang Yang does not have the teammates he had just made.

However, Xiang Yang also knew that he had no iron head, so he arched it hard, exerted force under his feet, and directly used the Wudang ladder cloud to jump up to nine meters high to rush forward, flying over the head of the thief, and pounced towards Cheng Yun, who was about to leave.

But at this moment, an extremely fierce and poisonous sword light bloomed from the group of horse thieves below, and at the same time, the figure that jumped up rushed towards Xiangyang in the air like a long arrow left the string.

This incident surprised everyone on the field inexplicably. In addition to the great leader Feng Han, there are such masters in Qingshan Kouzhong?

Xiang Yang was also shocked. The knife was so fierce. Although the blade was still a distance away from him, there was a faint pain under his feet. Who was he?

The moment he lowered his head, he met a pair of bright, bright and scorching eyes. The scimitar in his hand seemed to merge into the void, and with the breeze, he arrived in an instant, and he wanted to split Xiang Yang into two pieces from bottom to top.

The time for this person to choose is when Xiang Yang was unable to leverage his strength. The tricks he took were also full of strength, which was quite the essence of the art of fighting in half. Moreover, the sword technique was vicious and the angle was tricky, and he was aimed at killing Xiang Yang. Obviously, he had planned it and waited for a long time.

Xiang Yang had no time to guess the identity of this person because he was already in an extremely dangerous situation at this time, and he had only the idea of ​​avoiding or even breaking this knife in his heart, and there was nothing else.

The Yanling Knife in his hand was slammed down by internal force, like a crossbow arrow shot out, and then arrived first, blocking the scimitar that the man was attacking, and hitting the angle at a distance.

Xiang Yang's body automatically sinks, but his face is still calm. His hands are clawed, and he bent over and grabbed the shoulders of the person who attacked him with a lightning strike. He buckled and tore him, and his anger surged, and huge force burst out, pulling off the man's arms, and blood splashed out in a stream of outwards.

Killing Cheng Yun immediately means that a blood sword sutra will come to the account. If you don’t kill him, there are too many uncertain factors. And if you really have that kind of powerful martial arts, will Cheng Yun not practice it?

If Cheng Yun really practices such a powerful martial arts, it would be a big deal if he wins and loses. How could he be so frustrated and miserable by himself?

Xiang Yang had a ruler in his heart. He pinched the round Buddhist beads with his right hand and ejected them out, knocking the shot sword away. At the same time, he let out a long roar, exerting force under his feet, jumping directly, falling behind Cheng Yun like a big roc spreading its wings.

The golden palm in his hand surged out vigorously and fell into Cheng Yun's back heart. There was a crisp sound of bone shattering. The other party howled, spit out a mouthful of thick blood, and fell directly from the jujube.

Cheng Yun pointed at Xiang Yang, with an expression of disbelief on his face, then his neck tilted and he died.
Chapter completed!