The words are over!

I saw a figure flying down from the rooftop opposite the winery.

The figure has black hair and is wearing a blue shirt.

He has a long face, a white face, and no bloody look. His eyebrows are pretty, but his face is so white that he is afraid of others.

Like a zombie just coming out of the grave.

"Ren Woxing greets Your Highness!"

After saying that, Ren Wo Xingyun rushed into the enemies on the left, took action from left to right, swept the invincible, and knocked the enemies away and killed them.

"Yu Huatian pays homage to Your Highness!"

When Ren Woxing took action, a figure also appeared on the roof of the winery.

This man was wearing a plain black robe, wearing an eunuch's official hat, holding a ruthless sword in his hand, and was standing beside him.

A face that looks like a flower, with facial features and a clean and fair face.

Bing Ao Jianlang is a little charming.

The man clearly exudes a temperament that only a cold and beautiful woman can have.

Everyone was stunned. Just let it go, Ren Woxing, where did this guy come from?

If you stand so high, you won’t be afraid of falling down with a strong wind.

"Kill them!"

Ye Qing was also a little surprised when he saw Yu Huatian on the roof.

For nothing else, although Yu Huatian is the number one villain, this character is really unhappy.

On the contrary, it will create a strong interest.

"Abide by Your Highness's order."

Yu Huatian lifted the sword, held the sword's tail in his left hand, and folded it gently.

In an instant, the ruthless sword turned into countless pieces and flew towards the countless fierce tiger associations rushing up to Ye Qing's right.

"Puff puff puff..."

The people from the Fierce Tiger Society fell down in an instant.

This made Zhao Yun, who had originally rushed up, slightly stunned.

What a sharp and domineering technique.

While thinking about it, Yu Huatian jumped down and pulled out a soft sword from his waist.

After landing, it dances left and right, and the soft swords flutter like snakes and scorpions, licking blood and catching the soul.

If one person fights for a while, killing a fierce tiger will cause countless casualties.

On this side, Xie Xunhu and Zhao Yunhu were beside Ye Qing and fought with Bai Yan who came out of the wine shop.

He also took action quickly and decisively.

The Bai Yan Club members who rushed up were either dead or injured.

Even the head of the White Yan Association, the second, third and fourth leaders rushed over, were injured by Zhao Yun and Xie Xun or had their necks broken on the spot.

The guard members who had been training for less than two days were originally a little scared, but under the guidance of the four, they seemed to become more determined.

He actively waved his weapon and hit the other three members who escaped from the net.

Ye Qing fought with the three associations with four warriors, and not only did he not lose the upper hand.

He did not suffer any damage at all, but instead beat Sanhui backed up.

"Star-absorbing technique!"

Ren Woxing took the sword from the master of Xuantianhui with one palm, turned around and roared, using his unique skills.

The leader of the Xuantian Association wanted to use his skills, but suddenly he found that his body was a little uncontrollable.

It seems that the power is strangled by the other party, and there are signs of loss.

Then he found that he was really weaker and weaker.

The hand holding the knife is a little soft.

"Give you back!"

After almost sucking, Ren Woxing sent it back with one palm.

Xuantianhui's boss flew backwards like a cannonball, knocking down his subordinates behind him, and finally falling to the ground.

"puff……"

Then two mouthfuls of blood were vomited, and Xuan Tianhui's boss covered his chest, his face was pale and weak, and his eyes were full of horror.

"puff!"

A throat surged, and a trace of blood came out of the corner of his mouth, and then his eyes were lost and he fell down.

On the other side, Yu Huatian's movements were not slow either. He walked forward with ghosts, and the soft sword passed by was sprinkled with blood on the spot.

Go ahead and kill, kill all the corpses.

He fought with the boss of the Fierce Tiger Association for two rounds and cut his neck with a sword.

The members of the Fierce Tiger Society were frightened and retreated one after another, not daring to fight for a while.

Ye Qing was very satisfied with killing the other party's boss in both ways.

His guards were also extremely excited.

Today, I'm afraid the Sixth Prince will destroy the Third Association.

The sixth prince really wants to soar into the sky and will be rampant from then on.

They didn't follow the wrong person.

But at this moment, a figure jumped from the second floor of the winery.

This man held the mountain-opening axe, majestic, powerful, strong and powerful.

It was Meng Zhuo, the powerful general under King Ye Mao of Chu.

He has been waiting for the opportunity. If the Sanhui can kill Ye Qing, he doesn't need to take action.

If you can't kill any of the three meetings, find a good opportunity to attack.

At this time, Ye Qing's warriors were attracted and dragged by the people from the Three Associations, and they were at a certain distance from Ye Qing.

They didn't have time to rescue themselves if they took action.

I deserve to make contributions.

So he jumped down decisively.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Ye Qing looked up and sneered, and threw the wine jar on the carriage beside him.

The wine jar flew over like a cannonball.

A "bang!" hit Meng Zhuo.

Meng Zhuo's body fell from the ground.

Then Ye Qing moved his body, snatched the spear from a guard's hand, and stabbed him with one shot.

This shot was as fast as lightning, extremely fast.

Meng Zhuo barely got up and thumped.

The chest was pierced.

"you……"

Meng Zhuo couldn't believe it.

Ye Qing actually pierced his body.

He was defeated by a useless prince.

He... hasn't taken action yet!

He is unwilling to...

Ye Qing looked coldly, pulled out his gun, and then threw it away.

The tip of the gun blade stroked Meng Zhuo's neck.

Compared to the shot just now, this shot is even more life-threatening.

And it was a life that was taken in an instant, and there was no way to remedy it.

Blood splattered for three steps, Meng Zhuo instinctively raised his hand to press his neck, but he lifted it to two-thirds and fell to the ground.
To be continued...