The young master in blue shirt attacked Chu Huan, and the young master in tiger pattern attacked Yingren. The two of them cooperated very well. Seeing Yingren's danger, Yuan Yu changed his face and said in a silence: "Be careful, Your Highness." He rushed towards the young master in tiger pattern without hesitation.

When Yingren was in a desperate situation, Feng Wuma's loud voice had already sounded behind him: "Your Highness squat down."

The young master of tiger pattern had quickly slashed over. Yingren's body sank down at the critical moment and squatted down. Although he seemed embarrassed and indecent, he could barely avoid this knife. The blade passed by Yingren's head, and Yingren could even clearly feel the sharpness of the blade.

The young master of Tiger Pattern's sword technique was very strange. After his sword was cut, his wrist changed, and the blade changed its direction incredibly, and he slashed down in the air.

But at this time, Feng Wuma's sword had already come up. The sword light flashed and a "choked" sound blocked the tiger-wild Young Master's big sword. Feng Wuma's body jumped in the air, and one leg kicked the tiger-wild Young Master's lower abdomen.

The young master of tiger pattern obviously knew that Feng Wuma was not easy to deal with, so he slid backwards, and the sword light flashed, protecting his body.

The blue-shirted young master attacked the hidden weapon, attacking Chu Huan in three directions, with speed fast, but Chu Huan seemed to have no choice but to avoid it.

However, Chu Huan was not panicked at all. His feet kicked hard on the ground, and his body had already jumped up. The big knife tightly held in his right hand drew a circle in front of him. The blade body rotated and the leap flashed through the hidden weapon in the lower lane. As the blade body rotated, there were a few "ping Ping Ping Ping" sounds, sealing the hidden weapon in the upper and middle lane again.

Feng Wuma defeated the young master of Tiger Pattern, and Chu Huan sealed the hidden weapon. Everything happened in an instant, and neither of them stopped. When the young master of Tiger Pattern retreated, Feng Wuma had already bullied her body, and Chu Huan had already shouted and rushed towards the young master of Blue Shirt.

Feng Wu's horse sword was powerful, and he and the young master of tiger pattern advanced and retreated, but their swords intersected each other, and the sound of "choking" was loud.

When the young master of blue shirt saw Chu Huan coming, he looked calm. When his hand moved, the flute was already in his hand. The blood-drinking knife in Chu Huan's hand burned like a flame, which looked very dazzling in the stone chamber. When he waved it, it was like a flame burning over.

Yingren had fallen to the ground at this time, and Yuan Yu rushed to him and said with concern: "How are you?"

Yingren glanced at Yuan Yu, snorted coldly, ignored him, stood up, held the knife, and shouted loudly, "Chu Huan, Feng Wuma, took down these two thieves."

Chu Huan was skillful in swordsmanship, and had already slashed several times at the Blue Shirt Young Master. The Blue Shirt Young Master was like a ghost. Whenever the blade was about to be cut, he could dodge in the flash. The stone chamber was not big and there was not much room for dodging, but the Blue Shirt Young Master was often able to find the most suitable way to avoid Chu Huan's sharp attack from the most appropriate space.

His clothes fluttered, holding the flute in his hand. Although he was dodging, he looked very chic, like dancing.

Chu Huan attacked repeatedly, but the young master Lanshan did not take action, but just dodged. At first glance, it seemed that the young master Lanshan was at a disadvantage, but Chu Huan knew in his heart that this person was either waiting for the opportunity or had other plans, so he was careful in his heart.

Although the young master in the blue shirt dodges, Chu Huan was blocked between the young master in the blue shirt and Yingren every time he attacked. He was only worried that the young master in the blue shirt would take the opportunity to shoot out a hidden weapon to Yingren.

Although Yingren seems to have some martial arts foundation and his feet are not sluggish, Chu Huan can see that Yingren actually has no practical experience. If the young master of blue shirt really wants to use hidden weapons to Yingren, Yingren may not be able to dodge.

Seeing that Chu Huan had been sealed between him and Yingren, the young master appeared a faint smile on his face, and seemed to have seen through Chu Huan's intentions.

Chu Huan cut down with another knife, but the young master in the blue shirt jumped back lightly, like a blue butterfly, dodging a huge distance.

When he was leaping back, he saw that he had already held the flute with his hands and placed it beside his mouth. A strange music suddenly drifted in the stone chamber.

The sound of the flute came into his ears, and Chu Huan suddenly felt a thin needle piercing his temples on both sides, causing a burst of pain.

He realized in a flash that the sudden stinging pain was probably related to the sound of the flute played by the young master in blue.

Feng Wu's horse's sword is light and fighting against the Tiger-Striped Young Master is already the best. If it weren't for the weird sword technique of the Tiger-Striped Young Master and the strange tricks that he used from time to time to deal with it, perhaps Feng Wuma would have won a moment ago.

When the flute sounded, not only Chu Huan felt a tingling pain in his head, but Feng Wuma, Yingren and Yuan Yu even felt a tingling pain in his temples.

Moreover, the stinging feeling spread instantly, and the whole brain seemed to be hit hard by something.

Chu Huan originally wanted to use a knife to stop the young master from playing the flute, but his brain hurt, but found that more than one young master in front of him had appeared. There was a phantom in his eyes. Under the stone wall in front, five or six young masters in blue shirts lined up in a row, real and real, and it was impossible to tell which one was true and which one was false.

Chu Huan didn't expect that the young master Lanshan had such an ability as an evil demon and heretic. He held back the pain in his head, shouted angrily, bullied him, and pointed the blood-drinking knife in his hand at a figure, but saw the five or six figures flashing between real and real figures. Although his sword seemed to hit a person, it was obviously a phantom, which slashed in the air.

The young man in blue shirt had a faint smile on his face, and he was quite proud. The strange flute sound continued. The knife in Yingren's hand had already landed on the ground and said in pain: "It hurts so much..." He hugged his head, and his face looked painful.

Feng Wuma also felt a dizzy head. Seeing that the tiger-patterned young master had already transformed into five or six figures, and he could clearly see the tiger-patterned young master with a grim smile on his face.

"I have already said that you shouldn't have come." The young master of tiger pattern laughed and said, "The God-in-law... is just like this..." With a grim smile, he bullied his body and slashed him with a knife.

Feng Wuma saw five or six figures slashing at him at the same time. He was surprised. At this time, he could not tell which of these five or six figures was real and which of these five or six knives was fake.

He could only wave the knife to meet him, but he had no resistance. He knew something was wrong. The tiger-patterned young master had already slashed Feng Wuma's shoulder with a knife, and blood was spurted out. Feng Wuma only felt a sharp pain on his shoulder. He endured the pain and also slashed over with a knife. The tiger-patterned young master flashed, Feng Wuma's body was numb in front of him, and he felt another severe pain in his thigh, but the tiger-patterned young master cut a deep hole in his leg.

The young master of tiger stripes was like a cat washing a mouse, wandering around Feng Wuma, and occasionally slashing his sword, but he pulled out scars on Feng Wuma's body with one left and one right, but he was not in a hurry to kill.

He let out a hey laugh, and was extremely proud. The dignified Divine Uniform Guard let him play with it, which made him feel indescribable satisfaction.

"Do you want to know who I am?" Young Master Tigerprint laughed and said, "I am really not afraid to tell you..."

Although Feng Wuma knew that dodging was useless, she still dodged while making a futile knife, slashed the air repeatedly, and said angrily: "Who are you?"

The young master of tiger pattern smiled and said, "What you step on is my young master's homeland. Although the Hanyang Kingdom has been destroyed, the Hanyang Kingdom is not extinct..."

Feng Wuma slashed it with a knife and said coldly: "You... are you a survivor of Hanyang?"

The young master of tiger pattern slashed out again and slashed Feng Wuma on the back. The knife marks were extremely deep and blood was overflowing. At this time, there were more than ten wounds on Feng Wuma's body, all of which were bleeding. These wounds were not fatal, but they all bleed out quickly. Feng Wuma's clothes were stained with blood.

Feng Wuma is a body that is slapped with iron. If he lets the blood flow like this, it won’t take long to die due to excessive blood loss.

Although Chu Huan tried his best to find out the true form of the young master Lanshi and attacked him one after another, he could never hurt the young master Lanshi.

The young man in blue shirt had a light body. Every time he flashed, Chu Huan saw five or six figures swimming at the same time, and the strange low moan never stopped from beginning to end.

Chu Huan knew that if the flute sound was allowed to keep playing, the consequences would be unimaginable, and he, including himself, would be teased to death by these two people bit by bit.

They played the flute and the knife, and they made a perfect combination. Although Feng Wuma and himself were not vulnerable, they could not use their power when facing each other's strange skills.

The young master in blue shirt played a song of death.

This strange tune, just like the tune that controlled the red snake before, Chu Huan had never heard of it. While playing the flute, the young master in the blue shirt looked at Chu Huan who made moves with a playful look, with a look of pride in his eyes.

He may be very satisfied with his ability.

Yingren's willpower is not as strong as Chu Huan and Feng Wuma, and his resistance to flute sound was extremely poor, so he had a headache and felt a splitting headache. He hugged his head tightly, and looked painful. Yuan Yu also had a split headache, but he knew in his heart that if he stayed here, the few people would definitely be killed by the young master Lanshan. He endured the pain in his head, grabbed Yingren's hand, and said with great difficulty: "Your Highness... let's go first... leave here..."

Although Feng Wuma was covered in blood and felt that his energy and physical strength were quickly consumed, he also shouted loudly: "Your Highness, you...you go quickly..."

The young master of tiger pattern laughed and said, "Let's go? No one can leave."

He cut down with another knife, and this time he opened a hole in Feng Wuma's lower abdomen. Feng Wuma had turned into a bloody man at this time.

Chu Huan understood the rhythm. While he was tearing his swords repeatedly, he wanted to stop the sound of the flute of the young master in the blue shirt, but he endured the pain in his head and wanted to hear the flaws in the young master in the music.

The continuous knife cannot achieve any effect, which made Chu Huan understand one thing. The other party used the sound of the flute to confuse the people's brain. If you want to crack it, you must take action from the music aspect.
Chapter completed!