Like lightning, the player in black at the front appeared in front of him: "You're right..."

The same Pei Ran aura as before once again appeared on Duan Qing's face. He blocked Huan Meng's body first, and then slashed down with an incredible movement. Then he swung his sword and swept away, sending Huan Meng flying.

The player's black sword slashed diagonally on the surface of another shield: "I do..."

"I don't take you people seriously."

The black sword shadow went from top to bottom, cutting across the surface of the shield wrapped in black aura at a speed that cut through space. Then, with the abnormal power, it flew the player and shield into the distance. Manhan

Duan Qing, who had a solemn expression, immediately retracted his one-handed side slashing action. It seemed that the previous violent blow did not have any inertia effect on him. He turned around as the swords and swords breathing black energy came towards him.

Pushing the body of the man in the trench coat away, he picked up another unknown long sword that had fallen to the ground. Then, amid the sparks generated by a series of metal friction, it ran diagonally into the arms of one of the men in black.

The rustling sound of corrosion and the figure of the man with chest tightness and vomiting blood appeared in Huan Meng's sight at the same time. The weapon that had lost a lot of durability was raised in the air, and the man who was twisting and turning was black.

The Qi was thrown out of the close range, and he raised his sword to fly away the opponent's weapon. The broken sword, which was already riddled with holes, turned strangely in the air, and the hilt appeared on the bridge of the player's nose: "If the magical skill of transforming iron is

If we can unify the world..."

"That old guild in Jianghu should have been extinct long ago!"

He hit the swordsman in front of him staggering with both hands, and then threw the broken sword in the other hand into the face of another black shadow that had just rushed up behind him. The last long sword on the right

The moment he struck again, he once again pulled the battered body in front of him, and then flew up with a kick, kicking away the body that was acting as a human shield and the swordsman behind him.

"Sneaking chickens and dogs, I admit that you are the better ones."

In the scene of two black figures flying across the street like meteors, Duan Qing, who was still solemn, shook his long sword, then waved to Huanmeng behind him, turned around and chased after his team:

"But... we are on the battlefield now."

"As far as you guys are concerned...please don't get involved in the affairs of the rest of us, okay?"

"you……!"

Looking at the figures of the two people gradually getting further away, the player who fell to the ground clutching his chest shouted angrily: "Loser! How dare you be so arrogant? Just wait..."

"When the imperial army arrives, I will make your life worse than death!"

"Come on though."

Looking at the street that became clear again in front of him, Duan Qing slowly caught up behind Pamir and waved his hand without looking back.
Chapter completed!