Four hundred and twentieth chapters no chance of victory
"Be careful!" As soon as Mo Lan heard the postman's words, he already held the sword in his hand. When he saw the assassin striking He Qizhou with his sword, he was horrified by the assassin's power. Without thinking, he used all his strength and struck out with a "raise the fire"
"Heaven style" cuts the assassin's neck straight!
In addition to rescuing people, treating injuries, and teaching medical skills, no one had ever seen Mo Lan teach martial arts in the armament hall. However, she was a real direct descendant of Emei, Cheng Zong of Yongquan Middle Realm! This was also the important reason Zhang Ling entrusted her to accompany her.
Reason. Although the combat power may not be as good as that of some masters who are used to killing, but Cheng Zong can attack with all his strength, how can we underestimate him?
He Qizhou had no other weapons beside him except the unicorn armor and the dagger. Seeing the fierceness of the sword, He Qizhou did not want to retreat and let Molan bear the attack alone. He grabbed his hand and pulled the bag on his back in front of him.
There is a thin quilt and three sets of clothes inside. It should be no problem to block a sword!
The assassin in mid-air seemed to ignore Mo Lan's slanted sword. He showed no intention of changing his move and still slashed down with one sword! The sword edge had not yet touched the luggage, but the sharp sword energy from two feet away had already struck him.
The coarse cloth of the baggage was cut, and then the long sword struck into the baggage and continued moving forward, directly towards He Qizhou's face.
At the same time, the two fingers of the falling assassin's left hand accurately flicked on Moran's sword. After Moran's sword was blocked, the sword moved forward again and would pass over the assassin's head.
After the opponent's flick, Molan felt his wrist go numb, and he felt like he couldn't hold the sword. If the sword hadn't been made of fine steel, it would have been broken by that flick. In addition to being horrified,
His hand didn't stop, he drove slowly, pointed the two fingers of his left hand directly at the soft ribs of the assassin's armpit, and shouted at the same time: "There is an assassin——"
The two guards of Tuyuhun King's tent on the other side have already noticed something strange on the other side. Seeing that most of the iron frame has slipped through, and it is obviously too time-consuming to twist it back, the two of them did not hesitate, and jumped on the iron rope one after another, using all their strength to perform Qinggong, from the iron rope
Running over...
He Qizhou was secretly happy when he saw the assassin slashing the long sword into his bag. He clamped the sword with all his strength, hoping to seize the sword. When the two waiting guards arrived, with four against one, there might be some chance of victory!
But He Qizhou obviously overestimated himself. The bag suddenly fell from his hand under the huge force, and the blade of the long sword rushed straight towards the door. He hurriedly exerted force on his feet and stepped back! But the sword energy was still there.
A cut was made on He Qizhou's face, and a long string of blood dripped out from his forehead to the tip of his nose. If Molan hadn't given instructions to distract the assassin from defending, the injury would have been much worse!
"Huh?" Despite this, the assassin seemed to still make a surprised and nasal sound. Unexpectedly, a mere Liumai actually dodged his full blow. At the same time as he made the sound, his feet had landed on the ground, and he made a fist with his left hand and blocked it with his right hand.
He leaned under his armpit to meet Moran's second move.
Moran changed his fingers to fists and collided with his fists. The assassin did not move at all. However, Moran took three steps back in succession. The violent punches even made the postman three to four feet away take a few steps back.
He Qizhou did not dare to let Mo Lan bear the force alone. He faced the punches of the two men and rushed straight forward, slamming his fists into the assassin's chest. Mo Lan, who did not dare to breathe, also stepped forward with his sword, and the unpredictable Lan Shan
Bu Zangqi suddenly dodged behind the assassin, and the tip of the sword was still aimed at the neck!
The assassin did not fight hard this time. He casually swung his sword and "swept thousands of troops." After easily forcing the two men back, he quickly took two steps back to the shore, and then kicked towards the steel cable! The steel cable was forceful and suddenly
It trembled laterally, as if it had transformed into a twisting water snake. As it reached the center of the river, the twisting became more astonishing. The iron frame under the iron rope also shook violently. Not to mention walking on this steel rope, ordinary people just hugged it.
The ones above will definitely be shaken down.
"Be careful!" He Qizhou warned the two people running on the iron rope, and while taking advantage of the assassin's move, he punched again! Moran's long sword was half a point faster than He Qizhou.
Among the two guards, the faster one had already run through the center, and his companion behind him was already four or five feet away from the shore. When the faster one heard the warning, he looked up and saw the assassin kicking the iron rope, and hurriedly shouted: "
Hug the iron rope!" After saying that, he fell straight down and wrapped his hands and feet around the iron rope.
Thanks to his shouting, his companions behind him did the same thing, hanging on the rope upside down. The wild swing of the rope happened as expected. Thanks to their skill, they were like two grasshoppers grabbing the strong grass under the strong wind.
No matter how the iron rope swings back and forth, it is firmly attached to the rope. If you fall from such a high place, even a master in the spring realm will probably escape death. But in this case, let alone rushing over.
Even if you don’t help me, you’ll be in danger even if you save yourself!
The iron rope kept shaking because the assassin would rather take a punch from He Qizhou on the back and add a kick to the iron rope! The iron pillars embedded in the boulders also began to shake. Seeing that the opponent was about to launch a third kick, Mo Mo
Lan and He Qizhou were worried that the iron rope would break, so they attacked again.
He Qizhou had just combined the virtual and the real, and finally managed to use a continuous change of moves to hit the opponent's back with one palm. However, the opponent was obviously wearing armor, and with the resistance of his deep internal strength, he was hardly injured. He Qizhou could not judge the opponent's strength.
, but one thing is for sure, at least it will not be lower than the spring state like Lingxu!
Molan was also anxious. After a few moves, he knew that he and He Qizhou were absolutely unable to compete with the assassins. If the two people on the iron rope could not come to help, it would really be a disaster. Therefore, we could not let it go anymore.
The assassin kicked out the third kick!
The two of them attacked the assassin again, one from the left and the other from the right. He Qizhou had already taken the opportunity to hold the dagger in his hand and stabbed the opponent's thigh through the iron rope. What neither of them expected was that the assassin's kick towards the iron rope was empty, and the real target was
Moran! Moran's slow steps made it impossible for the assassin to win quickly, but they were so close, and with the assassin's cultivation, there were naturally many ways!
The assassin turned around, dodged He Qizhou's dagger, swung his sword to block Molan's sword, and grabbed Molan with his left hand from the air, who was charging forward three feet away...
He Qizhou knew that this was not a real airborne capture, and he could not see clearly the opponent's path for a while. With his extremely advanced internal strength, the assassin seemed unwilling to expose his martial arts background. Seeing that Moran was in danger, he hurriedly got under the iron rope and struck out with a knife.
Stab into the opponent's midfielder...
Moran didn't know if he could not escape the catch or if he had to fight to the death. Instead of retreating, he followed the opponent's claw force, abandoned his long sword, cut the opponent's head and neck with one palm, and stabbed the assassin's eyes with two fingers of one hand.
Completely ignoring himself and leaving the door wide open.
The assassin was obviously very cautious. He took another step back towards the mountain wall. He took off his sword and stabbed He Qizhou. He freed his hands and grabbed Molan's hands respectively. But as expected, Molan's wrist was held by the opponent at the same time.
He also grabbed the assassin's forearm with one hand and shouted: "Run away!"
Both He Qizhou and the assassin understood what Mo Lan was going to do. As long as he held the assassin for a few breaths, He Qizhou might be able to escape from the gradually stopping iron rope...
The assassin's skill was obviously far superior to that of Moran. In desperation, he picked up the skinny Moran and slammed his knee into the opponent's abdomen!
He Qizhou didn't even think about it, he knocked away the flying sword, and using the fastest speed, holding the blade with both hands, he stabbed the assassin's supporting leg - right leg!
The assassin probably recognized He Qizhou's dagger, and seemed quite afraid. He hurriedly retracted his left leg, turned around and blocked Mo Lan in the middle. When He Qizhou adjusted his direction, he spit out his palm force and knocked Mo Lan away.
, because he refused to let go, after being shaken away, one of Moran's right arms swung down softly and was actually dislocated!
He Qizhou, who was anxious and red-eyed, saw that the opponent's middle door was wide open, and he stabbed into the assassin's arms without hesitation. All his power was concentrated on the tip of the blade! The opponent could kill him with a casual slap on his head, but he had to fight to the death to severely injure the opponent.
, sometimes the only chance to survive is to fight hard!
The assassin's strength was still far beyond He Qizhou's imagination. The assassin who was not tied by Mo Lan chuckled, flicked one palm, took He Qizhou's arms to the side, and then hit He Qizhou's chest with his right fist!
All He Qizhou could do was lower his shoulders, hoping to avoid the punch, but he was still half a step too late. His left shoulder was swept by the punch, and he staggered back three steps toward the shore. The assassin followed up faster than He Qizhou.
Quick, another punch is aimed at the vital part of the chest!
Two steps behind him is an abyss of a hundred feet. A hard punch will definitely break his sternum. He Qizhou, who has no way to escape, is truly in a desperate situation!
Moran put one hand on the ground. In addition to a dislocated arm, the more serious injury was internal injuries! But he still gritted his teeth and rushed towards the assassin. But before he could get up, He Qizhou was punched out and fell straight to the assassin like a stone.
The abyss, and the assassin also jumped down, just as light as a ball of willow catkins! Wind Control Realm! Knowing that He Qizhou had no chance of surviving, Mo Lan was so furious that his eyes went black and he fainted.
The two guards on the iron rope began to run towards the east bank before the iron lock stopped. The two watched helplessly as He Qizhou fell to the river on his head and feet. The assassin stared closely at the falling He Qizhou, slowly floating down, while he
But there is nothing you can do!
The two postmen who were driving the horse-drawn winch on the other side were so shocked by what they saw that they forgot to put down the iron frame for a moment. Next to them were two even more frightened escorts...
Only then did the postman on the mountain path realize that the prisoner had saved his life. He turned back and ran down, shouting: "I'll ask the postmaster to send troops..."
"What should I do?" Qimai's waiting guard asked anxiously after jumping onto the east bank. On the river, the assassin was floating southward on the turbulent water surface.
"Rescue people first. I'll take Professor Mo to find a place to heal his injuries first. You can return to Luoyang as soon as possible to report the news. Be careful not to be silenced by the assassins," the Eight Meridians guard said.
"Okay!" The Seven Meridian Guards caught up with the postman and told him not to ask the postman to die. Even a hundred posthouses couldn't deal with such an opponent!
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He Qizhou looked at the assassin's left fist thrown with all his strength. Without thinking, he kicked off his right foot and pushed his body back. In an instant, he was suspended above the canyon. Fortunately, he had gained half a foot of distance, and quickly raised his left fist.
His arm was in front of his chest, and the assassin's left fist hit his forearm firmly.