"Go! Kill him!" The three men shouted at the same time. They drew their swords and rushed forward.
Just now, although the time was not long, they did not take any action, which caused Meng Chaoran's aura and sword power to reach its peak in an instant. At this moment, the sword power has become stronger and more powerful!
For them, this is something that should not be done at all. Any opponent must interrupt the opponent's accumulated momentum and strike in the middle, which is beneficial to their own side. But this time, they not only allowed the opponent to complete the momentum and sword force,
There is no feeling of regret in my heart!
Facing such a sword, someone will inevitably be injured; but he will not regret it! This is a very wonderful mentality!
Although the other party did not speak from beginning to end, such calmness, such calmness, and such persistence have aroused their respect!
Three silhouettes came flying towards us!
"Little Junior Brother!" In the distance, Wu Yunliang, with disheveled hair, rushed over with all his strength! Behind him, the ninth-grade Martial Master and another person who besieged him were also in a state of disarray and limping.
Meng Chaoran didn't seem to hear any sound at all, and with a calm and affectionate smile on his lips, he lowered his sword!
The sword light was bright and fell suddenly.
Four groups of sword lights suddenly faced each other at this moment! Faced together!
An extremely bright light suddenly emitted from the air. Once the four people faced each other, it was like a huge bomb suddenly exploded! Countless sword lights flew in all directions!
The blazing light refracted so many people rushing over to close their eyes involuntarily!
Meng Chaoran groaned and flew back like a kite with its string cut off.
From the other three directions, three screams were heard at the same time!
The four figures returned to their original positions almost at the same time. Only then did a mass of blood mist fall to the ground in the middle of the gathering, and countless pieces of flesh and blood fell to the ground.
At this moment, dozens of sword marks were added to the bodies of the three people. After landing, they immediately raised their heads and looked at Meng Chaoran.
For some reason, until now, what they care about is Meng Chaoran's expression. They wonder if the mask-like indifference on this man's face can change after suffering a major trauma!
They were disappointed.
Meng Chaoran's body was trembling slightly, and blood was pouring from many places on his body. The long sword hung slanted by his side, and hot blood dripped from the tip of the sword. There was still a permanent indifference on his face, and he looked at the three people.
His eyes were still indifferent and cold.
"Awesome!" One of them laughed miserably and said: "We have seen many masters who are better than you in martial arts. But for those who can be so calm, Meng Chaoran, you are the best in the world! I will die by your hands.
It's not in vain. Ha..."
After laughing twice, a blood arrow suddenly shot out from his chest, and he slowly fell down, hitting the snow with a bang, and lost his breath. There was still a smile on his face.
In the battle just now, Meng Chaoran's sword had penetrated his chest!
Meng Chaoran looked at it indifferently, slowly raised his sword, and said: "Come on. Fighting is just life and death. Jianghu is a road of life and death. Being able to smile is also a state of mind!"
He actually faced the remaining two enemies and took the lead in issuing a challenge.
"Junior brother! How are you?" Wu Yunliang Rufei rushed over. The leader of Tianwai Tower was panting at the moment, with disheveled hair, scars all over his body, and even two cuts on his face.
The remaining seven enemies surrounded the two men at almost the same moment; everyone was panting.
"I can still breathe." Meng Chaoran smiled faintly, looking at Wu Yunliang with a look that was less indifferent and more concerned.
Only when facing his relatives, Meng Chaoran's eyes will change. He will not be moved by anyone else!
Wu Yunliang gasped for air, choked and coughed and said with a smile: "Awesome! Huh, if you want to attack my Tianwai Tower, how can you do it without paying a price? Ha..."
"We can still afford this price!" The ninth-grade Martial Lord who was chasing after him snorted, trying his best to suppress the feeling that his chest was about to explode, and sneered: "If the King of Hell of Chu collapses because of this,
No matter how much you pay, it’s all worth it!”
"Collapse?" Meng Chaoran said to himself with some irony, but he said with confidence: "My apprentice will never collapse!"
"Go!" The ninth-grade Martial Lord waved his hand: "Beware of long nights and many dreams!"
"Cough...cough..." A snowdrift moved on the ground, and then Tan Tan crawled out of it in a daze, stood up, and looked around.
His eyes went from confusion to clarity in just a moment. Then there was grief and anger...
He jumped up without saying a word, drew his sword, and formed a defensive formation back to back with Meng Chaoran and Wu Yunliang.
Facing him was none other than the female warrior. Looking at Tan Tan's weird face with a serious expression, he couldn't help but feel a drumbeat in his heart and a feeling of nausea.
With a cry, the battle broke out again.
Chu Yang and Gu Duxing sneaked into the Tianwai Tower silently. Along the way, under the leadership of Chu Yang, an old horse who knows the way, they were unaware of them.
After running fast for a while, in front of the white snow, a piece of purple bamboo swayed in the wind.
"This is Zizhuyuan!" Chu Yang touched it very carefully: "There has been a battle here."
"Chase!"
Chu Yang took the lead and followed the traces to catch up.
In the purple bamboo forest, there are traces of fighting at intervals, and in some places, there are bloodstains that have not been covered by heavy snow.
Chu Yang's face became darker and darker.
"The blood here hasn't coagulated yet." When he was almost chasing out of the purple bamboo forest, Gu Duxing reached out and touched it, and suddenly he felt refreshed.
In such weather, if the blood has not yet coagulated, it means that the battle has just ended and there is still hope. Chu Yang felt relieved and accelerated forward.
Suddenly, there was a rustling sound coming from the front. It seemed that someone was also running hard, and the sound of breathing could be clearly heard.
"What should we do? Go up and besiege them too? Or return to our sect?"
"Returning to martial arts? Are you kidding me? The matter is not over yet."
"It's too scary!" One of them said with lingering fear: "Who would have thought that these two people in Tianwailou could be so powerful..."
"Hurry up and catch up, otherwise, that bastard will get angry again!"
Chu Yang's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he quietly dodged past.
I saw two men in red trudging through the snow, one foot deep and one foot shallow, talking hard while moving.
"People from the Divine Sword Pavilion." Chu Yang snorted coldly, lowered his right hand, and two daggers appeared in his hand. The next moment, his hand shook and turned into two shooting stars.
Phew! Phew!
The two men only let out a scream and fell down in the snow. They were already at the end of their strength, how could they defend themselves against the attack from behind?
Chu Yang dodged and passed by. He directly grabbed one of them by the hair and lifted it up suddenly. Of the two, only one was fatal, while the other only seriously injured him. He wanted to ask something.
"People from the Divine Sword Pavilion?" Chu Yang only asked one sentence and then stopped talking. The pupils in front of him were dilated, and he was already breathing too much and not breathing in enough.
The dagger was only inserted into his waist, so it was not fatal. But Chu Yang didn't know that there was also a wound in front of him, but it was Wu Yunliang who cut him with a sword. At this moment, he was injured at the same time, and the sword wound penetrated through him.
dead...
"Bad luck!" Chu Yang threw the body on the ground.
"There are sounds of killing over there." Gu Duxing pricked up his ears and listened quietly.
"Walk!"
Two white shadows passed through like lightning.
After walking for a while, a strange howl suddenly came from far away. Chu Yang trembled, with a strange look on his face.
Gu Duxing also had a strange look on his face.
"Ouch... I said, eldest sister, don't hit me in the face..." A male duck said angrily with a voice that sounded like a wolf howling: "Such a handsome face, don't you feel bad if it gets damaged?"
"It's Tan Tan's voice." Chu Yang said excitedly.
A trace of twitching flashed across Gu Duxing's coffin face. He was really surprised. How powerful could he be so narcissistic to say such powerful words in such a life-and-death crisis?
The two people touched it carefully; they saw several people fighting fiercely in the distance. The three people who were trapped in the middle and were in danger and injured all over were none other than Wu Yunliang, Meng Chaoran, and Tan Tan!
Seeing the blood that kept splattering, Chu Yang's face suddenly convulsed!
Meng Chaoran and the others have fallen into an absolute disadvantage and may die at any time!
"Calm down!" Chu Yang told himself, and then he made a gesture to Gu Duxing.
Gu Duxing nodded quietly and leaned down slowly. Chu Yang squatted down with his legs, and with a sudden force, he drew out with his body close to the ground. When he just drew out, Gu Duxing's palms were full of thrust, and he slapped hard
On his feet.
Normally, such measures would be useless. But now, the ground was covered with snow! It suddenly slid out with a whoosh sound.
White clothes, white robes, white hair, white eyebrows, like a small bag bulging on the snow, moving quickly.
Several people in the fierce battle seemed to hear something, but when they turned around, their eyes were completely white and they saw nothing.
Although Meng Chaoran and Wu Yunliang are still working hard, there is already a sense of despair in their hearts. They both know that they have run out of fuel and can no longer support themselves.
The reason why the opponent did not strengthen their offensive was just to try their best to reduce losses!
Anyway, the terrain here is open, and if someone comes, they can be seen at a glance; and the three of them have absolutely no strength to break through the encirclement!
Tan Tan roared angrily and got into a fight with the female warrior in front of him. This female warrior was much taller than him, but she had been injured before and had fought fiercely with Wu Yunliang several times in the snow. She was extremely powerful.
Among them, 70% has already been lost.
In addition, this place is located on a plateau, it is extremely cold, and the female body is even more uncomfortable; she can't take this guy down for a while. What makes her especially angry is that this ugly ghost actually cherishes his own face so much that he would rather touch his shoulder.
Even with a sword, I won't let my face be scratched...
"Sister, please, if you want to kill me later, please don't scratch my face..." Tan Tan felt that there was no hope and begged with a sad face: "I haven't found a wife yet..."
The female warrior master was almost angered by these words!
At this moment, she suddenly saw an incredible phenomenon and couldn't help but exclaimed!
Behind the ninth-grade Martial Lord, there was a piece of white snow. He stood up suddenly, and a sword seemed to come out of the netherworld. Like the fury of the God of Thunder, it stabbed the vest of the ninth-grade Martial Lord!