The Swordsman Conference started, and the Allies won both battles, and three people were killed in a row. Seeing that the situation was not good, the Mongolian army took the people of Suzhou as hostages, which was unexpected and reasonable.

The filthiness in reason, the unexpectedly early.

Of course, Mu Huali can weave crimes on hostages and whitewash what he did as "a military book that says "love the people is annoying, it is a mistake, and it is a disaster for military use."

The effect was obvious. The Mongolian army, which was looking back, took the opportunity to divide some of the Allies and cut off the air exchange between inside and outside the formation with smoke bombs. However, looking at the overall situation, of course, the Allied formation was still wrapped in their small formation.

Xue Huan, who had just injured Bols in the Great Wall the day before yesterday, was caught in the war. The formation opened and closed dozens of times, without seeing any shadow. Xu Yuan and Song Heng went to search. One of them ran into the old opponent Mu Huali. Feng Xudao attacked his talisman, and then he confirmed that this guy was really "heroic". He was afraid of Lin Qian in the world; the other was dragged by the double-headed spear "Balcha" on the twelfth floor.

Wan Yan was worried about Xue Huanzhi's disappearance and chased a defeated Mongolian master while rushing to find him. He couldn't help but find that he was trying to lure the enemy. He suddenly killed a shot and turned to defend. He couldn't resist the man's side kick and kicked him away. The man jumped and was about to take him off. A snow light on the slanting road cut off the man's head first.

I searched for it without any effort. It turned out that this was the junction of two groups? The other party was exposed to killing me! Wan Yan couldn't help but be happy: "Huanzhi, I remember Lu, take you out!"

"Brother Wan..." "Want to leave? Ask me for a knife before talking about it!" A sharp sword aura hit the face. Once the visitor slammed, he immediately fought with Xue Huan.

The surging true energy kept rolling in the game. Wan Yan was forced to retreat and help Xue Huan sweep the periphery. Although he had Feng Xiaoyin's guidance on martial arts, after all, there was a difference in guns and swords, and his starting point was low. He could not reach Xue Huan's height anyway, so he tried not to become a burden to Xue Huan.

The visitor was originally one of the "five cities" - it has to be said that the five people in the five cities were uneven, and three were killed by Lin Qian with one knife. One was hard to match Li Fengxing, and the other was able to be with Xue Huan.

The force of the trunk is close, and each other can be chopped and rolled each other in just a few moves; the internal force is close, and the bricks on the bottom of the feet rise and fall, and the force is relieved and the formation behind them falls and the walls are destroyed.

After all, the man's endurance and sword skills were slightly inferior. After a hundred moves, the formation was filled with the light of Chu Kuang's sword that was fluttering and shocking.

The man tried to arouse Xue Huan with "black water cowards" and "reducing general". Xue Huan was also angry as he wished, but his sword force became stronger.

As expected, emotional intelligence is something that ordinary people need to have. The light of more than a hundred swords shines in succession to the sun and the moon, and the energy of fighting bulls perfectly explains why Xue Huan has always been "moody" in the court and the country of Dajin, but has always surrendered to everyone...

"Huan's masculinity in the sword is always the one who can feel confident..." Wan Yan relieved himself and tried his best to protect himself. Unexpectedly, the man immediately thought that he would save Xue Huanzhi by taking Wan Yan to attack Xue Huanzhi. Wan Yan was prepared for it. The enemy came to me and hid his head and tail. The man finally got a good opportunity but couldn't capture Wan Yan's heart. He was ashamed to be exposed. When Xue Huan suddenly saw him chasing him, he hurriedly pointed the tip of the knife and jumped backwards, and his center of gravity was unstable and turned over for more than a slight squat.

"Haha, use two to one, I'm so embarrassed to call myself the first in Jinbei." Someone on the slanted road was vicious to save the "five cities". The "Kapava Small Qujian" on the twelfth floor not only misinterpreted the cooperation between Xue Huan and Wan Yan into two to one, but also took advantage of Xue Huan's intent to throw an innocent old man and weak person to Xue Huan. So that's the purpose of such misinterpretation is to be famous for his master? He even aimed at Chu Kuangdao to frame the blame? Or maybe he just wanted to force Xue Huan to think repeatedly... The voice arrived first, the hostage followed, and the sword immediately rushed into the air.

No matter how much Xue Huan thought about it in the early stage, he finally took the sword with conscience and pulled the old and weak out of his sword without thinking. However, the enemy successfully achieved the "rescue of Xue Huan" by the enemy. No matter what angle, he could not avoid the small Qujian. Thanks to Wan Yan's slamming gun, he would not have to worry about his life.

"It's okay?" Xue Wan and the other two spoke in unison. Seeing that although the other party was pale but was awake, they both showed a look of relief and could not breathe. Suddenly, the small Qujian on the 12th floor and the big sword of the Five City were swirling together. The wind power pressed the two people who were injured and their throats tightened. Xue Huan forced Wan Yan away and barely used the "Soon for Xizhiyue, Xixixiong to conquer Qinjing". He thought he could only fight for it and die. Unexpectedly, while the small Qujian was chopping each other with him, a sword light suddenly spit out on the side of the "Five City"...

The face of the "Five Cities" changed drastically, and he turned to kill the unsuspecting sword first. Although the person who came with his left hand, the sword was cut in circles, and it was as elegant as a maple, with poetry and painting.

"Who are you?" Although "Five Cities" shocked him with internal strength, they were also cut to the carotid artery. They knew they were dying and wanted to understand before they died.

"The word Jinbei No. 1 is in my heart, sacred and inviolable. In the heart of every warrior, it is!" The man looked so handsome that he was indistinguishable from male and female, and his sword skills were graceful and erratic, and his divine bones were all possessed.

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"Ten thousand poems, thousands of wine, poems and wine are romantic... But aren't you disabled?" Wucheng then realized who the visitor was, and fell to the ground unwillingly.

"Ziruo, no...the Crazy Poetry Sword! Xie Tao!" Xue Huan almost called him wrong again in excitement, his face became hot and he was very embarrassed, "I am not calm enough, today's Jinbei is the number one."

"It seems that the next level of your sword technique is that you are 'to the end of the water and clouds rise up'." Xie Tao smiled, "The lord often said, 'It's a good thing to have room for upwards'."

"You and him have also resolved it." Xue Huan was sincerely happy.

"It's about the year of the monkey and the month of horses." Jie Tao raised his left hand and signaled that if Lin Qian hadn't cut him, he wouldn't have reached a new level of using a sword with his left hand.

"They both died." Wan Yan talked about the enemy.

"It's good. I've avenged his revenge for insulting you and for sneaking into the rear to kill his little wife." Jie Tao smiled and leaned on a sword, his figure was about to fall down. Xue Huan saw blood on his clothes.

Wan Yan also coughed a few times, and it was obvious that his breath was not smooth.

Xue Huan's throat also felt sweet.

Although the 12th floor and the Five City fell, all three of them were injured. The more they surrounded the Changsheng Gate, it was more and more. It depends on the situation.

"I'll be lost here for an hour." Xue Huan pointed to the group of old and weak people who he wanted to take away not far away.

"I don't know if the direction just now is right." Wan Yan suggested that it would be better to be a living horse than to be a dead horse.

"I was alone and didn't bring reinforcements." Xie Tao looked around, and the main force of the Allied forces appeared and loomed. "It should be not far away, not without a chance to break through... But, there may be a bloody battle!"

"It's okay, I'll start the way..." Xue Huan was about to take the lead, and suddenly there was a pot of wine in his arms. It turned out that Jie Tao was throwing it away.

Xue Huan was stunned: "What are you doing?"

"Xue Huan, do you want me to teach you how to drink a man?" Xie Tao smiled, and his grudges were all gone.

Xue Huan then realized that after taking a sip, the blood immediately became hot: "Today, I was so drunk that I was beaten."

"It's a pity that Brother Wan is still young." Jie Tao felt sorry.

"If you die, die, and ask which generation of people?" Wan Yan was also very energetic.

"Three cobblers, kill the Mongol formation!" Xue Huan's implication was that the thunder attacked and killed them so much that they did not dare to use hostages.

Jie Tao and Wanyan threw the wine jar together and lifted the blade: "The war begins!"

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Wow Wusi's situation is similar to Xue Huan. It was also the most critical moment of the showdown with the 12th floor "Bullying Hu Liu" and was distracted by Chi Lao Wen's poison. Although he had strong internal strength and sharp brushwork, he intercepted the attack of Bullying Hu Liu and almost killed Chi Lao Wen. Unfortunately, the venom penetrated his clothes and skin, causing him to become weaker and weaker. He was soon covered in cold sweat. "Quick Snow Shi Qing" gradually faded, and "Mind Changfeng" could not be more elegant.

Fortunately, his position was not as isolated from Xue Huan, and the Xixia army soon came to reinforce, but at that time his eyes were very blurred, and even the Xixia people could not see clearly.

"Master, go and rest for a while, leave it to me!" The person who spoke should be a young man.

"No, you can't beat it alone!" You Wusi knew that the twelfth floor in front of him was one of the top ones in the Changsheng Sect, otherwise he would not have been very difficult when King Cao negotiated. "Remember, the weapon of bullying Hu Liu is extremely long and can assassinate the enemy at both ends..."

"But you are very poisoned..." The boy was worried about him while beating.

"I will help you pick acupoints and hit the position." Perhaps it is a blessing that depends on the blessing. I am worried that I will lose my vision, and even feel that I can be more calm and composed. With less than 30% of my strength, I can write "the posture of flying wild animals, the posture of dancing phoenixes and snakes, the posture of stormlessly, the posture of finless peaks, and the shape of being withered in danger."

"What a pair of judge's pens." Jihu Liu had already fought with the young man, but his mind was still inclined to rush into the formation. When he was not careful, his sleeve was cut open by the young man.

"This is what sword!" "Who are you!" Lie Hu Liu and You Wusi spoke in unison, and You Wusi didn't even breathe naturally.

He has always used his pen to write, but the man can splash his sword and walk with his back, and indulge in his love. From young age to now, no one has such a good understanding.

"Your Majesty, I follow you, ask the world, and discuss the nine provinces. I have no regrets in this life."

That young man seemed to be King Cao at such an old age. There was a sound in the air, a color in his eyes, a shadow in the water, and a image in the mirror.

When he read the "Part 2 of the Sage of the Common and Saints" in the Marrow-Based Sutra, he always felt that he was an ordinary person and King Cao was a saint. As a Buddhist, he was greedy for the world and was considered a half-baby person. Sometimes he needed King Cao to wake up the dreamer with one word.

If there were no decades of gaps in the middle, it would be great...

A sudden shock, awakening to his senses. It is impossible. Decades have passed. The boy should not be the prince, but he should also be a little sword saint, right?

"Monk, I am a disciple of King Cao's remnant, and my name is Jilasiyi." The young man's sword energy rolled up thousands of snow.

"Yes..." The monk heard Nie Yun say that before King Cao died, in addition to asking about Xuyuan's battle lineup in Suzhou, he also told Dugu Qingjue about a private matter: "Jila Siyi has become a disciple, but I am powerless to teach again..." "Prince, I will teach." Dugu Qingjue knew very well that King Cao wanted him to be a rare sword saint in the martial arts world who could be on par with him. "Tell him, your sword technique for the Demonic Sword..."

"Very good, Siyi, Cao Wang Jian is at the top of Suzhou City. Pull it out and use it!" The monk was extremely excited.
Chapter completed!