Ying Bokong cleanly solved the members of the Blood Sword Hall in a tent. As soon as he came out and rushed into the second tent, he happened to see Jun Moye rushing out of a tent with blood in both hands, leaving in the dark night.
The next bloody iridescent.
A fierce fight came from the tent not far away, and a voice roared: "Who are you? Do you know where this place is? Do you dare to be so arrogant and not be afraid of disaster to the Nine Clans?"
Then Jun Wuyi said in a cold and sad voice: "What? Do you not recognize me, Jun Wuyi? But I recognize you! Even if you turn into ashes, I will not admit you wrong!"
"Ah? You Wuyi...you..." A scream seemed full of surprise...
Jun Moye's body was strangely folded in the air, and he slid in like a swimming fish. He saw Jun Wuyi fight with a red-faced man in a nightgown. There were two people next to him who were helping with the battle with his back naked, and three others, all of them were all over.
Already corpse on the ground.
Jun Wuyi has currently possessed an amazing cultivation level close to the supreme level. This red-faced man has only achieved the peak of Tianxuan and retreated step by step under Jun Wuyi's fierce offensive.
As soon as Jun Moye came in, he realized something was wrong. Because Jun Wuyi, who had always been silent, had anger and abstained from calmness at this moment. Otherwise, with Jun Wuyi's current strength, he would have been able to defeat his opponent long ago! Jun Moyexin
A thought moved, a flying sweep, and both hands fell down, a finger bounced, a knife and a sword flew out at the same time, and it had already stuck the necks of the two people, and a pair in the middle, with a bang, and the two people were at the same time
Dizzy.
Looking at the red-faced man and the anger on Jun Wuyi's face, Jun Moye seemed to understand something and asked, "Uncle San, this guy was the one who entered your army back then?"
Jun Wuyi banged out two palms and gritted his teeth and said, "No, right! It was this guy at the beginning, holding a military order and leading the Xiao family into the camp, so that the 100,000 troops were useless! This person is the culprit! His face
I will never forget it!"
Jun Moye smiled coldly and said, "Since that's the case, don't let him die!"
Jun Wuyi sneered: "Of course he won't die if he's so cheap!" The red-faced man shouted and yelled, as if he was crazy, and he was determined to fight for his life, hoping to have a lucky chance, and he could fight to the death together.
.But with the arrival of Jun Moye, Jun Wuyi no longer wants him to escape. He can show his due strength. The red-faced man is not as skilled as a human and his strength is not as strong as a human. He is instantly restrained and cannot even resist it even if he barely resists it.
!
Jun Wuyi sneered cruelly, and suddenly rushed up with his teeth gritted his teeth. With a "bang", the two of them were facing each other with four palms. The man roared wildly, and blood mist sprayed out of his mouth for a long time, and his wrists were two.
With a "blocking" sound, it was dislocated at the same time and lost all combat power.
Jun Wuyi refused to let him go like this, so he simply turned around and kicked him in the chest, kicked him to the ground, and then stepped heavily on his throat!
The red-faced man screamed in terror, kicked his legs and fainted.
Jun Moye shouted, and immediately two big men broke into the tent, holding a rope of beef tendon in their hands, and skillfully tied the three people into rice dumplings.
"We will have to make a good trial later!" Jun Wuyi snorted and said angrily: "There must be a conspiracy!"
"Uncle San, what else do you need to investigate? Conspiracy? What conspiracy?" Jun Moye laughed and said deeply and ruthlessly: "Where is this place? How did these people come from? Why did the Blood Sword Hall become an imperial guard?
?This is already clear! What else can I have to judge? Since my grandfather has acquiesced or even participated in our actions, it means that he has abandoned the loyalty he has refused to let go and agree with our actions. These people
Just execute him with Wen Cangyu and Lingchi!"
Jun Wuyi's eyes lit up when he heard this and said fiercely: "Not bad!"
After the carving, there were shouts of killing everywhere outside, and fires soaring into the sky! Several adjacent military camps blew up horns one after another, gathering in chaos, preparing to come to rescue.
When Jun Moye’s uncle and nephew stepped out of this tent, the battle here was coming to an end!
One hundred members of the Cantian Soul-Devouring Team were holding mysterious beast tendons and strong crossbows in high gear. Once a fish that escaped the net rushed out, they would immediately turn into a hedgehog!
The top strong men such as Ying Bokong, Feng Juanyun were all left in front of the camp in the middle and watched with their hands behind their backs, while Hai Chenfeng, Baili Luoyun and others were still fighting inside! It can be seen that this is the Blood Sword
Where the head of the hall is located, the tent is also particularly large and gorgeous.
"What's the current situation?" Jun Moye walked over and asked.
"It's basically settled! Only here is left. Just let Hai Chenfeng and the others temper it. Their recent entry is undoubtedly fast, but their mood may not be able to keep up." Ying Bokong's eyes flashed, looking at the intense inside.
The fight said, "This kind of opportunity is rare, but it is rare."
Jun Moye nodded in agreement.
With the two supreme masters, Eagle Fighting Kong and Feng Jueyun, you can guarantee that there will be no mistakes. Under this situation, it is undoubtedly a big deal to let these kids practice soldiers with real swords and guns, and increase their practical experience.
Good thing!
"The people inside are quite strong." Jun Moye looked at the fights coming and going inside coldly, and smiled. Suddenly, two small figures caught his attention.
In the fierce battle, two small, short and thin figures rushed back and forth flexibly. Suddenly, they both burst into pieces at the same time, both of whom were holding a dazzling short sword in their only remaining arms.
, the chance to choose is just right, one blow will kill you, one blow will kill you!
Hai Chenfeng was using his sword to force the Tianxuan master in front of him to be busy, and these two thin figures rushed up from a very strange angle on both sides. One with his left hand and the other with his right hand, almost as powerful as a bamboo shoot.
The two short swords were inserted into the master's left and right ribs together! Then he let go, took off the short sword, and turned over somersault.
The dying Tianxuan master roared in despair, ignoring the attack from Hai Chenfeng in front of him. He used all the mysterious power of his left and right palms to hit him out, hoping to drag him down, but the two small ones are the ones who can recognize the machine.
, He was never greedy for a moment of success, and had already avoided from far away. The mouth of Master Tianxuan was bleeding from his mouth, shook it twice, and finally fell down.
With a whoosh, two small pounced forward at the same time, and one of them was wrong. The short sword had already been pulled out of the man, held it in his hand, and skillfully made the wrong body, continuing to look for the next target.
Although they were just two children, the accuracy of grasping the opportunity at this moment and the ruthless and ruthless attacks were amazing! Even after the murder, a sense of fanaticism rose on the faces of the two little ones inexplicably without any fear!
Feng Juanyun sighed, stared at the two small bodies with cold eyes, and said sincerely: "These two little guys are born executioners! In time, as long as they can grow up with their lives, I believe they are two more.
Two great killers who are not inferior to Chu Qihun!”
"It's good to be an executioner, but unfortunately they are not born like this." Jun Moye said lightly: "If you know what they have experienced, you won't be surprised by their performance now!"
After experiencing the inhumane torture of Huanghuatang, the two of them had no compassion at all! As long as they were identified as enemies, they should be killed!
Neat footsteps sounded, and loud sounds of horse hooves also came from all directions. The other camps of aid personnel finally arrived!
The three great men were like three iron towers, blocking the intersection. They looked indifferently and looked at the soldiers and horses running in front of them without any expression, without retreating!
"Who is ahead? Get out of here! Otherwise, there will be no mercy!" A commander in the team leader, seeing that the three of them were so calm and did not care about their thousands of troops, could not help but mutter in his heart and asked.
"The Jun family is here to resolve affairs! All idle people will avoid them! Those who dare to disturb them will be killed without mercy!" One of the big men stepped forward and replied coldly.
This is already the edge of the palace, but in the words of this Cantian team member, the imperial guards who came came became "idle people"!
"Kill without mercy? Jun's family?" The commander shivered and looked at the place where the firelight shone in surprise.
Suddenly a light roar broke into the air, and a white shadow slowly rose from the fire. He stepped onto the top of the flagpole outside the tent. A slender and tall figure stood on it as steady as Mount Tai and shouted: "Jun's family, Moye is here
This is a rebellion! No one is involved, please get out of here!"
He shouted out the last five words, and it resounded like thunder throughout Tianxiang City! That unrestrained arrogance was unconcealed!
The soldiers and horses from all sides suddenly stopped, almost at the same time, they all pulled their horses together. For a moment, the sound of the strong horse neighing sounded. Then a steady voice said: "It turns out that Jun San Shao is here
This is why I am disrespectful; I dare to ask, what is the third young master doing here?"
The person who spoke was the President of the Imperial Guards, and also from the Murong family, Murong Hao.
Jun Moye snorted coldly and said in a deep voice: "Can you report to you specifically if you do something? If you don't leave, then stay together."
Murong Hao's face changed, and he was about to speak when suddenly an old man in black clothes appeared in front of his horse like a ghost. He looked at him with an eagle-like eyes, and a cold word came out of his mouth: "Get out!"
As he said that, he stroked his toes, his figure flashed, and he instantly drew a three-foot-deep trench on the ground. He stood there again and said coldly: "You dare to cross this line and die without mercy!"
Murong Hao gasped. This was the edge of the palace. The ground was covered with granite of the best materials. The texture was different. The old man in black in front of him appeared with a random stroke of his toes.
A trench! And there is absolutely no mysterious color on your body. Could it be...
He looked at it carefully. The other party was as black as iron, with a clear face, an eagle-like eyebrows, and a ruthless heart! Suddenly he remembered a legendary character. The rumor was that this king of humans was in the Jun family?
It is the supreme generation, the grassland eagle and the condor he fought against the sky, and his whole body trembled.
Just then, Jun Zhantian's heavy voice came: "Murrong Hao, lead your troops and evacuate me!"
Murong Hao was shocked and said, "Abide by the orders of the old marshal!" He waved his hand and said, "Retreat!"
The troops and horses under their command immediately retreated neatly.
Ying Bokong snorted, his face turned unconscious. What a bastard, he dared to look at me so carefully...