When Qinglong saw that the jade seal in his hand flew away again, he was immediately shocked. He paused hard, stomped the blue bricks on the ground and immediately rushed towards Wang Zheng. His eyes were staring at the jade seal, and his big sword in his hand quickly turned a sword into a sword, and he directly oriented Wang Zheng's head.

Wang Zheng glanced at him, a few smiles appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were calm and looked at Qinglong, and even his posture of holding the jade seal did not change.

Suddenly a black light flashed, and Yumo's figure suddenly appeared on the path that Qinglong had to pass. He stretched out his two snow-white palms, looked at the big knife that was attacking in front of him with a smile, and patted it gently calmly. Suddenly, a sound of gold and iron clashing came out.

Qinglong's pupils collapsed to the size of a needle tip. Seeing this scene, he immediately thought it was not good, and he kicked it out of the battle circle with his power. Qinglong's feet landed on the ground and stabilized his body slightly, and his body attacked forward again. His hands changed from the momentum of opening and closing, and turned into a quick knife like a storm. Yumo's smile remained unchanged, and his hands suddenly turned into countless afterimages, and then he heard a series of golden whistles. The two sides were in a stalemate for a while.

Dai'er next to Wang Zheng suddenly took a step forward, stared at the steps of the two of them tightly, and shouted in a low voice: "Qianwei!"

When Yumo heard the prompt, he rushed forward regardless of the shadow of the sword in the sky, and lined up with all his hands towards the Qian position. Qinglong originally made a big round move, and the sword light just passed through his shoulders. Yumo's little hand slapped it with a palm.

Qinglong quickly stopped his move and encouraged him to block it, and Yumo hit the knife. With a crisp "ding" sound, Qinglong staggered and stepped back three steps after being hit.

Yu Mo succeeded with one move, and he did not stop his body from invading again. His palms flew up and down, not far away from the vital acupoints around Qinglong. Qinglong suddenly stopped his retreat, grabbed the handle of the knife and returned to his body and hit Yu Mo's jaw.

"Leave the position!" Dai'er spoke again. Yumo paused immediately, and his palm was not changed. He moved his feet several feet horizontally, hitting the chest on his shoulder.

Qinglong was hit twice and couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood. Seeing that the jade seal could not be obtained, he might even have to take his life. With the lightning of his mind, he followed the trend and took out the window.

"Kun position!" Dai'er's reminder made Qinglong even more afraid to stay. He had a little speed on several major acupoints around his body, and blood was sprayed out. The speed under his feet was more than twice as fast as several ups and downs disappeared.

"Forget it!" Wang Zheng still looked at the jade seal with his eyes, stopping Yumo who was about to catch up with him, saying, "Qinglong was seriously injured, and I think he would not have the energy to interfere in this matter anymore. Let him go."

Yumo stopped immediately, gently put his white and tender palms into his sleeves, and slowly returned to behind Wang Zheng.

He was shocked by Qinglong and ran away from Xuanwu. There were quite a few fights in the conference hall.

The sound of weapons fighting at the back door came. Wang Zheng turned his head and saw that the judge's scimitar was knocked back by someone, hovering around in the air, and taking the back of the head of Concubine Wei from the visual blind spot.

Wei Fei felt a cold wind blowing behind her head, and she quickly turned around in the air, and with a slight difference, she would dodge the flying knife, and support the ground with one hand a little, and use the momentum to turn over somersaults and stand steadily on the ground.

Looking at her dirty little hands, Concubine Wei's face suddenly became gloomy. Yinya bit her eyes and stared at the judge fiercely. Qiu'er sighed helplessly, stretched out her fingers and pressed her swollen eyebrows, and said powerlessly: "Concubine Wei, I told you not to play anymore, and get rid of him quickly! We still have some serious things!"

The judge raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly at Qiu'er's contempt for him. He suddenly grabbed the scimitar that had returned steadily. He ignored the two of them and looked at the gate.

At the gate, accompanied by the sound of a light bell, a graceful figure slowly showed his figure, which was the woman with the highest martial arts skills in this plane. She glanced at her without any emotion, quickly found her target, stared at Wang Zheng, and said expressionlessly: "Steal the jade seal!"

Wang Zheng gently held the jade seal, as if holding a glass of wine, gestured to her slightly, smiling and silently. However, he was somewhat expecting Tuotuo's reaction.

Sure enough, Tuotuo, who was unsure of his intention, thought it was his contempt for her, and his brow stood up. The anger he had held in his heart when he was fighting in the prison last time suddenly burst out. He leaned forward and pointed his toes, and rushed towards Wang Zheng with a series of afterimages. The murderous aura in his eyes made others unconsciously frightened.

Wang Zheng just smiled slightly, and did not point out his current position. He looked at her arrows coming with a little playful look.

Seeing this, Han Zhu Hanyou's face became colder, and the nine-gust cold air appeared in his eyes at the same time. The two of them drew their swords together, and their lotus feet passed by bypassed Wang Zheng and shot towards Tuotuo in both sides.

"Ding-Ding-Ding-!"

The three of them intersected the weapons and burst out with a beep. Hanzhu and Hanyou and the others had a heart-to-heart relationship. The two made the sword understand like a person. The sword light flashed rapidly, and the sword force rushed towards Tutuo like a storm. Tutuo was also extraordinary. A green snake whip seemed to be alive in her hand. She thrust left and right and danced the whip so hard that it could not be poured in, protecting the vital points around her body, and dismantling the offensives of Hanzhu and Hanyou completely.

The two women could not attack for a long time, and their eyes became colder. Hanzhu snorted coldly. Hanyou suddenly realized. They used force to force Botuo to retreat several steps at the same time. Hanyou's toes were slightly wrong, and his figure suddenly slowed down. In the blink of an eye, they rushed behind Hanzhu. The two of them immediately attacked from side by side to front and back. Hanyou danced with a sword flower, held the sword surface with both hands and pushed it out flat. Hanzhu flew up and stepped on the sword surface accurately as if he had eyes from behind. He stepped on the sword body into a bow shape with both feet.

Hanyou's arms shook suddenly, and the sword body immediately rebounded. Hanzhu took the opportunity to use the force, and his speed and power increased by three points, and rushed towards Tuotuo with his sword.

Tuotuo was shocked, and his moves suddenly became a little messy. Han Zhu, who could not see the whip shadow, immediately seized the opportunity and took the opportunity to slash the whip net with all his strength. Tuotuo was a female nun in the Clean Clothing Sect, and his martial arts general was like a dragon and as fast as a catkin. The effort under his feet only had the effect of speeding up, and there was no characteristic of grabbing the ground. He was rushed to attack by the two of them and flew backwards.

Hanzhu fell smoothly with a somersault, Hanyou ran two steps quickly and returned to her side by side. The two of them ran coldly and ran tightly, chasing the sound of the flying backwards, and instantly disappeared from people's sight.

The meeting room was fighting like a hot kiln, but Yi Cui looked around and looked at her with a look of at a loss. She pulled the girl in a yellow lotus skirt and said weakly: "Qianqian, what should we do if our mission goal is gone? What should we do?"

"Oh, don't make a noise! ​​Am I looking for it?" The girl in the yellow lotus skirt scolded him angrily, and closed her eyes again.

There were white horse guards monitoring everywhere outside. Qianqian closed her eyes tightly and contacted the white horse guards guards guards outside. Then she suddenly pointed in one direction and said loudly: "Xuanwu ran to the other side, let's chase!" Yicui nodded quickly, and the two girls immediately pulled each other up and hurriedly opened a hole in the inn conference room with holes on all sides, and ran out in panic.

There were a few couples in the house quickly. However, the scenes were quite a lot, and the battlefield between the Duke and the White Tiger was even bigger out of thin air. The Duke and the Duke did not know the change of the White Tiger's camp, so he rushed to the White Tiger first. The White Tiger's aggression was not over yet and he was eager to fight with this old man who didn't like him. Wang Zheng, the only one who could stop this fight, had no words. Then this fight was a bit natural.

As soon as the two of them came into contact, Baihu smiled and held the knife in both hands and raised it over his head, using all his strength to slash. Although the Duwei was also a military officer, his little force was not the opponent of Baihu. He was slashed backwards by Baihu and his sword. The Duwei didn't know the difference between him and Baihu before, but he kept dodging the sword light in a mess, which made him deeply understand that he would definitely not win the battle.

But as a captain, he is not a fool, and he can't fight alone, of course he knows he will fight in groups. He flashed several times in a row to the only intact window, and cursed disdainfully: "Baihu, the place where this captain cannot use its martial arts skills, do you dare to fight with our courtyard." After saying that, without waiting for Baihu to answer, he jumped out and broke through the window and jumped out.

Seeing Baihu jumping out without hesitation, Wang Zheng sighed and said, "It's finally pure!"

Isn't it? A small inn conference hall was stuffed into 20 people in a row, and they could be divided into five battlefields to fight. The chaos is conceivable. Not to mention that the place cannot be used, even the sand on the ground jumped up and down the sky. It was almost impossible to see people.

Now the several parties fought out intentionally or unintentionally, and the inn conference hall has been perfectly demolished by these people to make the pavilion. The two daughters of Wang Zheng and Yumo Daier who have been standing by, were left here, and the only opponents of the Desert Judge and the Concubine Qiuer were left.

Qiu'er shook her head and urged Concubine again, and slowly returned to Wang Zheng's side.

The judge of Dadao looked at the clothes of Concubine Qiu'er, and it was easy to tell that these girls were Wang Zheng's maids. The protagonist of today's scene was not the heroes who fought around, but the man in white who had never said a word from beginning to end.

The judge narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Wang Zheng coldly and said, "Who are you?"

Wang Zheng raised his head gently without saying anything, his eyes showed a little indifference to life.

The judge's whole body trembled. He obviously saw the dead energy from the look when Wang Zheng looked at him. The uncontrollable fear instantly swept across his body, giving him an indescribable pleasure. The cold face cut by the knife and axe chopped it out a smile.
Chapter completed!