"No! You wake up quickly!"

Jing Wuchen's eyes were bleeding in a hurry. He suddenly exerted force under his feet, and several phantoms left due to the extremely fast speed appeared in the air, and rushed towards Xiao Yan, wanting to rescue him.

Jing Wuchen's heart-wrenching roar made Xiao Yan feel a little warm, but Xiao Yan did not stop his body. His rotation speed became faster and faster, melting his entire body into the tornado, sweeping into the pile of Doudi holding various weapons in his hand.

For a moment, the knife was broken and the sword was broken, the limbs flew horizontally, the fierce sound of fists and feet, the crisp sound of the blades broken and the shrill screams, and the violent gushing of blood were endless.

The dust that was constantly aroused filled this mountain road, gradually blurring Jing Wuchen's vision.

The noise quickly became quiet. Jing Wuchen stared blankly at a blurred figure standing in the gradually dissipated dust. The figure stood upright like a javelin, and its long floating hair shocked Jing Wuchen's nerves.

Jing Wuchen was afraid to see this god-like figure, for fear that the dust would disappear. This figure was either covered with broken guns and broken swords and was nailed to death, or was too seriously injured and showed a last smile and fell head-on. None of them was the result he wanted to see. But except for these two, he could not think of the third one, because he felt that it was a luxury, and he could not imagine who could survive the siege of dozens of Doudi emperors and the slashes of dozens of sharp blades.

Perhaps there was, but Jing Wuchen had never seen it before, or he didn't think Xiao Yan would be one of them, even if Xiao Yan's previous performance shocked him so much that it was beyond words, because in his opinion, this guy from the Xiao clan was not the legendary perverted genius of the Xiao clan.

But the battlefield is not a place where you can be distracted. Just when Jing Wuchen's mood was rising and falling, he himself didn't know why he was so heartbroken and sad for Xiao Yan, a giant sword that burst out with a cold murderous intent drew a sharp sound of wind in the air, and ruthlessly slashed towards Jing Wuchen's neck. It was a Dou Emperor who was swept away by the edge of the tornado and was not too seriously injured. He just saw Jing Wuchen's loss of mind. He turned over and got up and waved his sword to attack.

"ah?"

Jing Wuchen reacted until his messy hair was erected by the fighting spirit emitted by the sword's edge and his scalp was painful. Unfortunately, it was too late, his sharply shrinking pupils had already seen the shadow of death.

"Are you destined to die with the guy named Xiao?" Looking at the giant sword that was constantly diminishing in your pupils, Jing Wuchen sighed in his heart, closed his eyes miserably, and felt extremely unwilling, "Damn it, can't you let me clean up that bastard Danding and then kill me? Grandma!"

"Bang!"

Jing Wuchen, who was closing his eyes and waiting for death, heard an expected sound.

"This sound is a bit different from what I imagined? And why doesn't there be any pain? Is it because the sword is too fast and I can't feel the pain when my head leaves my neck?"

I felt that my neck seemed to be blown by the sword wind, and Jing Wuchen's neck tightened unconsciously, but he was thinking in confusion, wondering why this sound was not like the sword's edge slashing across the neck, but like a fist and a sword's edge colliding.

"You bastard! You dare to get distracted at this time?!"

A loud shout rang in Jing Wuchen's ears, waking Jing Wuchen, who was still wondering whether his soul was out of his body.

Jing Wuchen suddenly opened his eyes and saw Xiao Yan standing in front of him. His mind was blank. His usual flexible thinking could not turn around. He pointed at Xiao Yan stupidly and suddenly felt like a dream: "Are you still alive? Huh? I'm not dead either?"

"Of course I'm still alive! I'm still alive, how could you die?"

Xiao Yan kicked the Doudi, whose giant sword was out of the cliff, and punched out another punch, knocking down another Doudi who had broken his arm and still climbed over tenaciously. He raised his eyebrows slightly, "But, if you stand like this again, you won't be able to survive soon."

"ah!"

When Xiao Yan reminded him, Jing Wuchen suddenly came to his senses. He shouted in a deep voice, and a cold light like a blade shot out from his eyes. The flying knife made a move. With a "swoosh", only a few faint white marks were left in the air, throwing towards the Doudi who rushed up from below.

The light of the flying knife flashed, and the Doudi priests who rushed over had no time to subconsciously deviate and were shot one by one by one by one by one.

Although the flying knife in his body was not fatal, these Doudi Emperors were not seriously injured and their bodies were trembling slightly.

However, what angered Jing Wuchen was that the eyes of these Doudi emperors were still so cold, and they were not afraid to fight. They just took two steps back to eliminate the impact of the flying knife, and then they let out the Douqi and shocked the flying knife from their bodies, and continued to hold up the weapons and rushed towards Jing Wuchen and Xiao Yan.

"Isn't you really afraid of death?"

Jing Wuchen returned to his sloppy appearance, showing a faint smile in a lewd manner, and his fingers turned little by little in the void. The flying knife that was shook out of his body by several Doudi immediately rushed from the ground, swirling rapidly in the air, silently stabbing the backs of several Doudi.

Such a strange flying knife fighting technique is difficult for people with normal consciousness to prevent, let alone these Doudi, whose minds have been blinded by the murderous heart? Several Doudi rushed forward and stopped abruptly, staring at Jing Wuchen with their eyes tightly, and then fell head-on.

Before several Doudi fell to the ground, the deadly flying knife flew back to Jing Wuchen's hand.

"What a great flying knife skill!"

Xiao Yan glanced from afar at Long Yi, who had been forced to pull out the thunder gun in the back, was still extremely brave. He felt relieved and gave Jing Wuchen a thumbs up.

"It's far worse than you."

Jing Wuchen's forehead leaped suddenly, and he looked at the crowd that was swarming up from below, without any joy on his face.

The flying knife was thrown out from Jing Wuchen's hands again and again, and swirling rapidly. Every back and forth meant the passing of a life; but those crazy Doudi emperors still rushed like a tide, continuing one after another, not knowing fear or life and death.

"Fortunately, the mountain roads on the outer side are very narrow, so I can't rush in a lot at a time. But when is this the beginning? If you are not careful, you will be in a different place."

Jing Wuchen wiped a handful of sweat and said with a palpitation.

"It's okay. Follow me closely. If you pay attention, you won't have any worries about your life."

Xiao Yan did not have Jing Wuchen's worries. While he felt the pressure, his fighting spirit became stronger and stronger. He had an excitement flashed in his eyes, and he turned around and rushed to the front to open the way.

Under Xiao Yan's cover, the three of them kept rushing forward.

However, the crowds were so fast that Xiao Yan had not solved it, and the group was coming up again and again. The crescent moon mark on Xiao Yan's forehead was so red that it was clearly visible that it had not yet rushed out of far away. It was so fast that Xiao Yan had to pour several bottles of clear spirit liquid to replenish the Dou Qi.

Jing Wuchen tried to fight with the flying swords between Xiao Yan and Long Yi, trying to relieve the pressure of Xiao Yan and Long Yi. He saw the continuous flow of Doudi coming to the place behind the road. While launching the flying sword, he said to Xiao Yan weakly: "These people are all crazy! Brother Xiao, it's not OK to fight like this endlessly. Even if you don't die in battle, you may be exhausted even if you don't die!"

After hearing Jing Wuchen's words, Xiao Yan's left leg suddenly twisted and drove his waist force. He threw his arm out with all his strength. With a "pop", he slapped the chest of a Doudi who wanted to get close to him, and flashed to Jing Wuchen.

"You are right. If you continue to get entangled like this, it will only attract more people. We have to find a way to fight for a bloody road and rush to the next section before talking about it."

Feeling the increasing skill of using every part of the body, Xiao Yan was still a little impressed, but he felt that Jing Wuchen's worries were right. After taking a deep breath, his mind was instantly settled: "Long Yi, don't be in love with the battle, retreat!"
Chapter completed!