Monk Baoxiang frowned and quickly searched his memory to see if he had heard of similar strange situations.
Monk Baoxiang's master, the ancestor of Daxueshan Blood Sword, has extremely high martial arts skills and knows a lot of strange secret techniques.
But there is no way he can do what Yan Ming does!
For a moment, Baoxiang hesitated.
Below, Zhao Guiyuan is still fighting with Jiang Long.
Zhao Guiyuan was indeed remarkable. Even though he was injured, he was still able to block Jiang Long's advance.
After Yidianhong landed, he kept trying to break free from the dragon-binding rope, but to no avail, and even tightened it tighter and tighter.
Although there are many bandits, they are useless in front of Qi and Blood Realm warriors.
Baoxiang already had the idea of escape.
Their Blood Knife Sect has never had any rules. They always do whatever comes to their mind. Even if they sell their teammates, there will be no moral burden.
Yan Ming seemed to have read Baoxiang's thoughts. After getting rid of a little red, the true energy in his body surged, and the sword in his palm suddenly became powerful!
Buzz——
Along with a buzzing sound, the Blood Hell Sword Technique was unleashed with all its strength.
In the blink of an eye, countless knife shadows seemed to pour out, quickly heading towards Baoxiang.
When Yan Ming was besieged before, the space for him to perform was squeezed.
But now that Zhao Guiyuan was injured and Dian Hong was tied up, he was now facing only Baoxiang, and his whole body felt relaxed.
Whether it is sword skills or body skills, you can perform them with all your strength without any hindrance.
The whole person's momentum is rising.
"Good boy!"
Baoxiang saw that Yan Ming was approaching fiercely, so he put aside his doubts for the time being and did not show any weakness. The blood knife in his hand buzzed, and countless bloody arcs were drawn in an instant.
Baoxiang's Blood Knife is an imitation of the Blood Knife ancestor's Zhen Sect sword. Although it is not genuine, the material is also rare.
Coupled with the weird sword skills of the Blood Knife Sect, the power is doubled.
The two swordsmen were instantly mixed together, fighting, squeezing, and bursting with each other!
Waves of strong wind carrying sword wind fragments spread in all directions.
It was accompanied by the incessant sound of clanking, clanging, clanging, and clashing of weapons.
The two of them fought from the air to the ground with almost an afterimage.
The bandits were unable to dodge and were only exposed to the lingering power of the sword wind. Dozens of knife wounds instantly appeared on their bodies and they fell to the ground screaming.
The two of them bounced into the air again, leaving traces of dense scrapes of sharp blades on the ground.
Even when Jiang Long and Loma were fighting, they were amazed when they saw it from the corner of their eyes.
They are also experts with knives.
But seeing these two people fighting against the strong, both the exquisiteness of their sword skills and the fierceness of their momentum were top-notch.
It makes people want to stop and take a closer look.
"Good guy, is Xiao Ming so powerful?"
In the distance, at the edge of Qixia Town, a person squatted in the darkness. It was Bai Zhantang, watching and admiring.
He just came here with Yidianhong, but he never showed up.
Because Yan Ming had repeatedly told him before.
He said that if something happened, Bai Zhantang should not get involved, and he would not need his help, just guard the place.
His duty is to prevent danger from spreading to the residents of Qixia Town.
Bai Zhantang didn't know the inside story, and he didn't have the eyesight skills like Yan Ming, so he was still far away.
So in his eyes, so many people suddenly appeared and started fighting for no reason.
This battle was thrilling and the situation was changing rapidly. Bai Zhantang watched with fear.
Since withdrawing from the world, Bai Zhantang has not seen such a big scene for a long time.
Several times he saw that Yan Ming seemed to be in danger, and he already wanted to go over and help at all costs.
But Yan Ming could always turn danger around in an instant, leaving Bai Zhantang stunned for a moment.
Even with the rich experience of the dignified Thief Saint, he couldn't clearly see Yan Ming's path.
But this does not prevent Lao Bai from admiring him.
This was the first time for him to witness Yan Ming's full strength in actual combat, and the impact on his heart was self-evident.
Just as he was watching, Bai Zhantang suddenly changed his gaze.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, several bandits had begun to break away from the team and sneak away.
And the direction they came from was Qixia Town.
"It's my turn!"
Bai Zhantang put his two fingers together.
"Sunflower acupoint hand!"
As the sound came, the bandits froze on the spot.
But this is the beginning. Seeing that the situation is not right, more and more bandits are running away.
At the beginning, the little boss behind picked up a knife and chopped down several of them.
But soon they couldn't stop them.
Correspondingly, the frontal impact of the bandits weakened, and the pressure on the convoy guards was greatly reduced.
Baoxiang was fighting with Yanming, and he was getting more and more anxious.
Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves trampling on the ground was heard in the distance, which was very obvious in the dark night.
"Quick, there!"
Baoxiang and Yanming looked back at the same time and found that another group of people appeared in the darkness, no less than a hundred people!
Baoxiang was shocked, but Yanming had already recognized it.
It was Tie Shou who arrived with people.
Tie Shou was far away when he heard the sound of fierce fighting on the edge of Qixia Town. He knew something was going on and hurriedly ordered the elite troops from the Beijing camp he had brought to rush over.
"Grandma, where did all these bastards come from!"
Baoxiang cursed angrily, and the sword force he was fighting against Yan Ming suddenly disappeared, and then his body began to retreat rapidly.
"Grandpa Monk doesn't want to play anymore. I'll come back to eat you another day!"
Saying that, Baoxiang was about to run away.
After the fight, he already knew that both he and Yan Ming were going all out and there would be no winner in a short period of time.
But if you want to leave unilaterally, the other party can't stop you.
At the moment when Baoxiang stood up and wanted to leave, Yanming seemed to be prepared.
Fei came forward to entangle.
Baoxiang didn't even think about it, and slashed his blood sword across the back, trying to dismantle Yan Ming's sword moves.
Unexpectedly, the other party did not dodge or block, but directly hit his bloody knife!
"what's the situation?"
Baoxiang's mind flashed back to the way Yanming was immune to several attacks before, and he hesitated slightly.
I don't know if I should seize the opportunity and stab him to death, or continue to evacuate.
But in the moment of hesitation, what he didn't notice was that Yan Ming's left hand on his waist suddenly flashed with cold light.
It seemed like a bolt of lightning flashed across his pupils.
The speed is too fast, much faster than Baoxiang's movement.
What's more, Yan Ming risked his life and bumped into him. The distance between the two was extremely close, and there was no time for anyone to react.
Before Baoxiang could react, a series of pains hit him.
"ah!"
Baoxiang yelled, and his entire chest and abdomen turned into a bloody mess.
Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needle!
As long as you gently pull the trigger, twenty-seven specially crafted silver nails will arrive in an instant.
At this distance, it is impossible to deal with warriors below the master level.
Yanming only has one chance to launch the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle and cannot make Baoxiang suspicious.
Just now, there was a strong wind of swords between the two of them, and they were too far away. I was worried that it would give Baoxiang time to react, so he never showed any trace.
Now it seems that Baoxiang is about to run away. Yanming deliberately approaches and then suddenly uses it.
This was not because he was hit by a hidden weapon, but because an entire area of his body was shot through.
Baoxiang's true energy dispersed, and his body fell uncontrollably.
The moment Baoxiang's dark red monk's robe touched the ground, one of Yanming's feet had already collapsed.
"It's your grandma's. Grandpa Monk wants to eat you..."
Bao Xiang looked like a crazy demon, showing a pair of cold teeth, and without saying a word, he was about to bite Yan Ming's calf.
Many people have died because of his mouth.
However, this time, as soon as he turned his head, Yan Ming's blade slapped him horizontally in the face unceremoniously.
boom!
There was a muffled sound, blood spurted from Bao Xiang's mouth and nose, seven or eight of his teeth were blown away, and a large piece of his nose was dented.
When Baoxiang opened his mouth and screamed in pain, a wisp of Shixiang Ruanjin Powder mixed with blood flew into his mouth.
In an instant, Baoxiang felt that his strength was rapidly draining away, and his strong internal strength was dissipating uncontrollably!
"ah!"
Baoxiang shouted in panic.
But Yan Ming slapped him in the face with a knife again, and he suppressed all the shouts from behind.
