The sword energy was hanging in the air, and suddenly it was like a spring breeze coming overnight, and the soft wind was filled with endless murderous intent.
When the sword energy bloomed from the chopsticks, Mr. San already recognized that the sword energy came from Li Haomiao.
retreat!
How could Mr. San be able to resist the kendo master's sword?
Li Wantong had been hiding the sword chopsticks in his sleeves. It was with this chopstick close to him that Li Wantong had the confidence to walk in front of Mr. Third.
After the girl died, Li Wantong secretly vowed in his heart that he would never let the people around him get hurt again.
She has a weak temperament and has lived an isolated life away from people since she was a child. But Li Wantong today is different from the past. She exchanged her own safety for the lives of Yu Lan and Ning Huan.
The vast sword energy forced the third gentleman back, but after all, it was not done by Li Haomiao himself. The loss of the swift momentum also gave the third gentleman an opportunity.
When the sword energy fell on Mr. Third, it just fell on him and crushed his robe.
After the sword energy dissipated, the third gentleman's coat was already in tatters. He was tens of meters away from Li Wantong and had retreated outside the small courtyard. Facing the Grandmaster's sword energy, one can imagine how embarrassed Mr. Three was. He is far from the elegant and calm scholar he was before.
Li Wantong was also blown away by the air wave after the sword energy bloomed. Fortunately, Wei Wuji knew Li Wantong's intention early on and caught Li Wantong in the air.
Sword Qi Chopsticks...
Li Haomiao gave Li Wantong three sword-qi chopsticks in total, which was also Li Wantong's trump card to save his life.
Yu Lan and Ning Huan have returned to the house, and several people are helping Ning Huan treat his injuries.
The dagger pierced Ning Huan's abdomen, and the open wound was like a floodgate, letting blood spurt out.
Fortunately, it was a flesh wound, just scary to look at.
Yu Lan dropped a few silver needles, and the bleeding in his abdomen stopped. However, excessive bleeding also caused Ning Huan to fall into a coma.
With tears still in the corner of Yu Lan's eyes, she picked up the blood-covered dagger on the ground.
The dagger belongs to Mr. San, and the blood belongs to Ning Huan.
"Mother-in-law, I want to kill them all."
...
Mr. San did not expect that Li Haomiao would leave such a sword spirit, which shows that Li Haomiao attaches great importance to Li Wantong.
He looked at the people in the courtyard, his sinister gaze making everyone tremble.
The plan did not go as smoothly as Mr. San imagined. All the bargaining chips that were supposed to be used for blackmail had left Mr. Three's hands.
This means that there is no other way but to attack by force.
"Do it." Mr. Third said in a deep voice.
The dozen or so people on the wall of the small courtyard are all killers and Mr. Third’s subordinates.
This time, for this plan, Mr. San summoned all his most powerful killers to Beiliang Mansion, including the killers from Kaibei.
A killer of this level is among the top fifty even in the Dachu killer world.
One of the people on the courtyard wall said: "Mr. Third, after this trip, you must keep your promise and give us the antidote."
Mr. Third snorted coldly: "Once a word is spoken, it is hard to follow. You don't have to worry about this."
These people all sought protection from Mr. Third because of certain events in their early years, or they were begged by Mr. Third, so they entered the private school, were controlled by Mr. Three, and became the killers in the private school.
But this does not mean that these people are not eager to escape from Mr. Three's control.
Someone else said: "We still believe in Mr. Three."
Wei Wuji took a step forward with his gun in hand and said, "Miss Li, step back. I want to see how these monsters and monsters act so arrogantly!"
At this time, Li Wantong's face was pale and his legs were trembling. In the wave of air just now, she once again felt that death was so close to her.
The so-called strength is just the courage that can be mustered up in a moment, like the three-point passion of drunkenness and cowardice.
She is still the frail girl deep in the bamboo forest outside the mountains of Kyoto.
Li Wantong held another sword-qi chopstick in his hand, ready to break at any time.
"Master Hou, be careful."
The war is about to break out.
Dozens of figures rushed into the courtyard, like wild beasts descending from the mountain to kill their prey.
The spear was like a dragon, sweeping across thousands of troops, and a spear tip darker than the night tore through the night and crashed into everyone.
"How dare you, Xiaoxiao, to make a mistake?!" Wei Wuji roared angrily. He did not take these dozen people seriously.
The spear point forced everyone back, and some people's figures flickered and moved, stagnating in the air for a few breaths. After the spear point swept away, they came again to kill.
Kaiyang Star is also called Wuqu Star. It is a star that is responsible for martial arts and is named after martial arts.
Among the Seven Stars of the Big Dipper, Wei Wuji was able to serve as Kaiyang General because of the Lord's recognition of Wei Wuji's combat prowess.
Although Wei Wuji has retired from the world and sealed his gun in a box for so many years, the passion in Wei Wuji's heart is still there.
The martial arts energy on the eighth level of the Open Monument suddenly erupted, and the cold black light from the tip of the spear perfectly blended into the night, penetrating the space and shooting the approaching killer.
In an instant, three figures flew out, escaped the cover of the night, and retreated continuously.
The moon was heavily shadowed and the wind was rustling. The whole world was like the huge mouth of a wild beast, trying to swallow up everything in the small courtyard.
The black gun was raised, piercing the night, sending a black shadow flying into the air. The blood flowers were bright and strange in the night sky.
In just a few breaths, Wei Wuji rushed into the flock of sheep like a vicious wolf, unstoppable.
"That's all." Wei Wuji said.
"Wei Wuji, your opponent is me."
At the same time as the sound came, Mr. Third broke into the yard again, with a pair of silver silk gloves in his hands. There were many small and sharp barbs on the gloves. With just a simple pull, you can tear off a few pieces of flesh and blood.
Sizzle!
Mr. Third stretched out one hand and held the black spear. The sharp barbs on a pair of silk gloves rubbed against the barrel of the gun, sparks flashing out.
Silver sparks illuminated their faces.
Wei Wuji stared at Mr. Third, exerting force with his hands, and the muscles on his arms were bulging with veins. The huge force lifted the spear, and also lifted Mr. Third's body.
Hoo ho ho!
Mr. Third soared into the sky, a pair of eyes in the night as sharp as wild beasts, shining with a faint green light.
In terms of strength, Mr. San is far from Wei Wuji's opponent.
Pointing the spear at the sky, Wei Wuji activated his true energy, held the spear with his backhand, and with a bang, the spear shot through the air like a huge arrow.
The light followed the spear, from the tip to the tail, and the true energy flowed, adding a bit of invincible power.
Mr. Three came back to his senses and saw that the crisis was close at hand. The sharp point of the spear kept magnifying in Mr. Three's eyes, like the cold sun in winter without any warm sunshine.
move!
Mr. Third's Qi machine was locked by the spear, and his body seemed to be out of control.
With just one move like this, Mr. Three was at a disadvantage.
Buzz!
Blood flowers bloomed again in the night sky and fell down in drops.
Wei Wuji looked up at the sky. Mr. San was no longer there, but he knew that he was definitely not dead.
After the spear broke through the air, it returned to Wei Wuji's hand as Wei Wuji raised his hand.
However, in the night behind Wei Wuji, a figure slowly emerged.
"Master Hou, be careful!" Lao Huang yelled.
Mr. San did not know when he appeared behind Wei Wuji. Mr. Three is indeed not good at strength. As a killer, he doesn't have to be good at these things. Being able to become one of the top ten killers in Dachu relies on Mr. Three's elusive movement skills.
When Wei Wuji heard the sound, a smell of blood also entered Wei Wuji's nasal cavity.
"It's too late!" Mr. Third shouted softly, then blasted out a palm, knocking Wei Wuji away. A piece of flesh and blood was cut out of the bloody back with silk gloves, and the white bones were clearly visible.
Wei Wuji, who flew upside down, endured the severe pain and fired a sweeping shot to stop Mr. Three from continuing to attack.
With just this move, Wei Wuji was seriously injured. But Mr. Third didn't have it easy either. When the spear broke through the air, his arm was pierced. This is a loss of half of the combat power.
This time, both of them were seriously injured, and no one was left behind.
In a duel between strong men, victory or defeat can only happen in an instant. Such a round shows the ultimate strength of the eighth-grade Kaibei strong man.
Wei Wuji ignored the injury on his back and looked at Mr. Three.
The blow just now made Wei Wuji feel familiar again.
"Among Yanyun's Eighteen Riders, I have never heard of anyone with such skill." Wei Wuji said.
Mr. Third lowered his injured left arm, blood flowing down his arm, and said, "There are still many things you don't know."
"Stop talking nonsense and let's fight!" Wei Wuji raised his gun and charged forward, even though the flesh and blood on his back was torn to pieces.
The silhouettes of the two people flashed, colliding together in the night, inseparable. Both of them are at the eighth level of the Open Monument, and each has their own strengths. Maybe they can distinguish themselves quickly like just now, and maybe it will last for one night.
The Eighteen Cavalrymen of Yanyun are not much worse than the Big Dipper Generals, and they are also capable of fighting.
With Mr. San entangled with Wei Wuji, Si Qinxue and others were able to free their hands and launch an offensive against the small courtyard.
But the battle here was not as evenly matched as between Wei Wuji and Mr. San.
Among Yu Zhuyue's group, only Lao Huang was the seventh-level Opening Monument. Facing the menacing attack of more than ten killers, his meager combat power was like a mantis trying to defeat a chariot.
There are many traps in the small courtyard, and the herbs in the medicine garden are all murderous poisons in Yu Zhuyue's hands.
Drugs complement each other, and a simple combination can cause people to die mysteriously.
The great tonic may be a highly poisonous life-saving powder, and the poison may also be a life-saving elixir.
Countless powders filled the night sky silently, like smoke and fog, surrounding everyone.
"Hmph, you're just trying to be mysterious." One person approached and captured Li Wantong with disdain.
But when he first came into contact with the diffuse smoke, the killer took a step and fell to the ground bleeding from his orifices.
This person's realm is also at the sixth level of Armor Breaking, and he can be considered powerful. But he didn't make any sound, he just died.
It was so terrifying and strange that when the killers saw this, they were so frightened that they did not dare to step forward easily.
Poisoning is a common tactic used by killers.
They knew that poison could kill people unconsciously, and they were even more afraid of the lingering smoke.
The next moment, countless herbs in the medicine garden exploded one after another, crushed into bursts of powder and scattered in the yard in the wind.
"Back off, be careful of the poisonous fog!" someone shouted.
Everyone moved back. The strong man who opened the monument many years ago was unable to leave this small courtyard because of these herbs.
With the protection of the poisonous mist, no one dared to get close.
But God doesn't fulfill people's wishes.
A piano sound stirred, and the sound waves seemed to come from a distant battlefield, carrying the sound of war drums and horns.
The poisonous mist that blocked everyone dissipated a bit.
Si Qinxue played the piano, plucking the strings with her slender fingers, and the passionate sound of the piano continued to shake away the terrifying poisonous mist.
Mr. San was well prepared for this trip.
Whether Wei Wuji or this small courtyard, they all have ways to deal with it.
"One song goes into battle, and several people return from the battle."
"Please join the battle!"
