"Okay, that's interesting. You are indeed the daughter of the head of the Mi family. I admire you a little." Wu Chun kept approaching, with a sneer on his face.
Mi Qingyan's pale face was tense, and she looked around, only to find that all the people in black were approaching with ill intentions.
"Stop, if you don't stop I will kill myself immediately!"
Wu Chun gritted his teeth, stamped his feet fiercely, and held back his anger, "Tell me the evidence, and I promise not to kill you."
"Do you believe such nonsense?" Mi Qingyan said sternly: "Let him go and I will tell you."
Xuanwu was furious. How could a powerful machine surveillance expert be rescued by a weak woman? Wouldn't this be the most ridiculous thing in the world?
He represents not only the internal machine supervisor, but also the imperial court, and the face of the emperor today!
Who dares to throw it away? Aren’t you tired of living?
"No!"
Both Xuanwu swords were thrust into the ground, he tore off a piece of white cloth and tied the wound tightly, and then sneered: "Old dog Wu Chun, you just rely on the strength of numbers, but I just don't believe you. evil!"
"Die to me!"
Wu Chun's scalp was numb. Every one of the people around the little emperor was so afraid of death.
"Off with his head!"
Wu Chun gave an order, and the men in black behind him all rose into the air and pounced towards Xuanwu.
The sword light shone with a strange cold light in the dark night, reaching towards Xuanwu's neck.
This is the essence of the swordsmanship of Southwest martial arts masters. The attack is to take human life. It is simple and clear, but it is also extremely cruel. When the sword falls, the head is separated!
Xuanwu is one of the few masters with swords in the Internal Machine Supervisor, so he is naturally familiar with this.
The sword light was like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, coming from all directions. He quickly squatted down and moved left and right. At the same time, the two long swords in his hands also moved.
One sword sweeps from left to right, the other sword sweeps from right to left.
"Puff puff!"
Who could have expected that Xuanwu's counterattack on the verge of death would be so ferocious, and he was caught off guard and was hit in the lower body by his long sword.
Blood splattered and screams continued.
There is no doubt that the men in black who rushed over had their hamstrings severed and fell heavily to the ground.
Xuanwu took advantage of the situation and counterattacked, using both swords. One sword hit a man in black, and the other sword pierced his neck directly, passing through his body.
Withdrawing the long sword, he leaned back sharply, barely avoiding the sword that swept over him, and took a quick step back.
With his remaining momentum unabated, he quickly lowered his body and threw out his sweeping leg, directly knocking the person down.
Likewise, the long sword in his hand had no intention of stopping. The blade pressed down heavily with the movement, directly piercing the chest of the man in black.
In just a short moment of confrontation, Xuanwu had killed five masters of the dead.
This terrifying combat power had to make Wu Chun cautious. All his men were dead. These people were the eldest son's dead soldiers, not his. If too many died, it would be difficult for him to deal with them.
Seeing this, he immediately shouted, "Stop using the sword, shoot this kid to death with a dagger!"
The masters of the dead warriors received the order and immediately slowly surrounded him. At the same time, they pulled out the daggers from their waists. With a movement of their wrists, they turned into several daggers.
Each of these dozens of death warrior masters can shoot a dagger on average. Dozens of people can shoot dozens of daggers.
Just these dozens of daggers are enough to turn Xuanwu into a hornet's nest.
At this moment, Mi Qingyan once again stood in front of Xuanwu without hesitation and said angrily: "Wu Chun, I said, let him go, and I will leave evidence for you and my father, otherwise we will die together."
Wu Chun was angry, completely angry.
The deception went too far, and I was always being played around by this little girl.
"I don't want any bullshit evidence. I will kill both of you tonight!"
"Kill them!"
at the same time.
Cao Qingyan single-handedly defeated dozens of dead warrior masters from the Zheng family in the southwest. With his strong internal strength, he killed these dead warrior masters and retreated in succession.
But even so, it is not so easy to easily win over these dozens of dead warrior masters.
These masters of death warriors also understood that Cao Qingyan was a strong man in the world. Capturing and killing him was simply impossible, but it was not difficult to hold him back.
This made Cao Qingyan extremely anxious. Xuanwu was injured and dragged Mi Qingyan with him. Facing the pursuit of an old dog like Wu Chun, it would be difficult to escape.
But he is also difficult to defeat easily, so he goes to support him, what should he do!
At this moment, a crashing sound of armor came from the distance, which was particularly clear in the dark night.
A fire ignited in the distance, followed by a deafening blast of firecrackers.
"boom!"
A death warrior master was shot, directly piercing the flesh and blood, and fell to the ground.
Li Yi is here.
There were nearly a thousand dragoons coming, with heavy armor and sharp firearms.
Suo Yi was the first to bear the brunt, "Old Cao, hold on, your Majesty is here!"
Cao Qingyan felt really guilty. After so many years away from the Jianghu, the Jianghu had really changed!
A few idiots have delayed him, the number one master in the field, until now.
What a shame!
"I'm so angry, you all have to die!" Cao Qingyan roared angrily, and all his inner strength rose to the sky. He threw the long knife in his hand violently, and the blade penetrated the chests of the two masters of death with unparalleled speed, nailing the last one. On the trunk.
"Pfft!"
Blood spurted out and splashed all over Cao Qingyan's body. At this moment, his whole body seemed to be reborn from blood, covered in blood.
"die!"
He raised his hand and struck out with a palm, directly punching through another Death Warrior master.
"ah!"
The master of death vomited blood and let out a shrill scream.
This move directly frightened the remaining masters of death.
Is he still a human being?
A bit too fierce!
"You all will die for me!" Cao Qingyan was so furious that he almost transformed into an ancient ferocious beast, rushed into the group of death warrior masters, and killed people with his palms.
Each of the death warrior masters was punched through the body, blasted into pieces, and died an untimely death.
now.
The roar of the armor and the sound of neat footsteps made the earth tremble.
The remaining masters of the dead warriors followed the sound, and their expressions changed dramatically, "No, the little emperor is here!"
"And dragoons!"
The leading death warrior master gritted his teeth and glared fiercely. They were extremely unwilling to kill the strongest master Li Yi today, but if they didn't leave, they might not be able to leave.
"Forget it, withdraw!"
He finally gave the order to retreat.
Then, in the next second, these death warrior masters jumped up one after another. With their powerful light skills, they easily jumped on the roof.
Li Yi rushed over, looked at the panting Cao Qingyan, and shouted: "If you want to run, shoot!"
"Bang bang bang bang!"
The firecrackers exploded like thunder.
Countless red firelights shine in the dark night, like New Year's fireworks.
But these fireworks can kill people.
These masters of the Zheng family thought they were the strongest in martial arts and did not take these dragon cavalry seriously at all.
However, the next second, screams broke out among them, and countless people fell to the ground wailing.
"It's broken. It's the little emperor's new fire gun. Get out!" The leading death warrior covered his arm with a panicked look on his face. Half of his arm had already been penetrated.
"Where is Mi Qingyan?" Li Yi asked with a slightly changed expression when he saw only Cao Qingyan.
"Your Majesty, this old slave is incompetent. I apologize to you. Please punish me!" Cao Qingyan fell to his knees, regretful.
"What's going on?" Li Yi asked urgently.
"Back to Your Majesty, when we arrived, Mi Qingyan had already been kidnapped by these dead soldiers. Xuanwu and I fought desperately and finally drove them back. Unexpectedly, they came with a lot of reinforcements. In desperation, I had to let them go. Xuanwu left first with Mi Qingyan, who knows where he went now?"
Li Yi's heart suddenly sank, "No, the dragoon will follow me!"
broken!
Since this group of dead soldiers can support so quickly, how can they not leave a backup plan?
Now I am afraid that Xuanwu and Mi Qingyan have been surrounded.
He had a strong hunch in his heart that Mi Qingyan was in danger!
"No!" Suoyi shouted and immediately ordered all the dragon cavalry to follow quickly.
The remaining dragoons continued to pursue the injured death warrior masters.
at the same time.
Xuanwu and the masters of the Zheng family have fought for countless rounds, and the corpses on the ground speak for themselves.
As for Xuanwu, his chest, back, and legs were almost covered with dense wounds.
It has been able to hold on until now, but it is already at the end of its strength.
Every master of the Zheng family who was killed by him left a wound on his body before dying.
Xuanwu was also helpless. These dead warriors were too difficult to deal with. Not only were they highly skilled in martial arts, they were also brave and fearless of death.
Wu Chun, an old dog, also has a vicious look on his face. So many masters of death warriors have sacrificed their lives, but they still can't take down this master of internal surveillance. I really don't know how he did it?
"Boy, surrender, I will give you a chance, a chance to survive, a chance to enjoy glory and wealth."
Xuanwu sneered, "Go ahead and dream about your spring and autumn dreams. When I am alive, I am His Majesty's man. If I die, I will still be His Majesty's ghost in the underworld. What a piece of shit you are!"
Wu Chun was completely shocked. This was beyond his understanding. Finally, he smiled, shook his head and said, "How much money did Li Yi give you to make you work so hard?"
"Give it to your mother!" Xuanwu yelled, raising his sword to fight for his life.
But the two masters of the dead warriors waved their swords to block, and suddenly knocked down their swords.
Wu Chun sneered and ordered directly, "Cut off his head and treat it as a gift I left for the little emperor!"
