Yang Yizhi raised his spear high, took aim, and stabbed again...
Suddenly, he seemed to sense something was wrong, so he immediately turned the gun and stabbed behind him.
"珰!"
But he saw a soldier in Zhou Dynasty armor standing behind Yang Yizhi holding a long sword.
"Who are you?" Yang Yizhi frowned, "People from the Zhou Dynasty will not stab me!"
The man grinned: "It's a poisonous snake after all. Even such a sneak attack can't sting you." He said, "Tang Qingfeng is in Xia Shu."
"Tang Qingfeng?" Yang Yizhi said in surprise, "The number one Tianzi killer in Wanhua Palace!"
"Hahaha, it's such an honor for Tang. The dignified Black Viper actually knows his name!" Tang Qingfeng said.
"Brother Tang, you have never left?" Liu Mo said excitedly, "You have been hiding in the Zhou Dynasty army!"
"Otherwise, how can I protect you!" Tang Qingfeng said, "This is an extremely poisonous 'venomous snake'!"
"Let's end the chat!" Yang Yizhi's face darkened, and a strong murderous intention began to fill the air, "Let me have a good meeting with the number one killer of Wanhua Palace!"
As he spoke, he held a silver gun and suddenly attacked Tang Qingfeng.
"Tang Die, protect Liu Mo and go first, don't look back!" Tang Qingfeng shouted immediately.
Hearing Tang Qingfeng's words, Yang Yizhi immediately turned his gun, "Liu Mo, don't even think about running away!"
"Yang Yizhi, what the hell are you doing!" Liu Mo couldn't help but cursed.
It turned out that Yang Yizhi ignored Tang Qingfeng's attack and insisted on stabbing him with a gun, regardless of the risk of injury.
"Do you and I have a grudge against killing my father and seizing my wife? Is this a draft!"
Yang Yizhi's shot was urgent and fierce, facing the moonlight, exuding a strong chill.
Liu Mo wanted to dodge, but it was too slow and too late.
Damn it!
A "chi" sound.
But he found that the gun tip did not hit him.
After taking a closer look, it was Tang Die standing in front of Liu Mo with his flesh and blood body.
This time the spear tip penetrated her abdomen, passing through the mail and leather armor.
Tang Die shook a few times, then fell down on his head, and the dagger became loose from his hand.
"Tang Qingfeng, I owe you what I owe you!" After saying this again, she slowly and deeply closed her eyes.
"Tang Die!"
"Tang Die!"
Liu Mo and Tang Qingfeng shouted in unison.
"Die!" Tang Qingfeng raised his sword angrily and stabbed Yang Yizhi in the back.
Yang Yizhi was so skilled. Even when facing a master like Tang Qingfeng, he still avoided the vital point at extreme speed.
With a "swish" sound, Tang Qingfeng's long sword passed along Yang Yizhi's back, cutting open the armor and leaving a long wound.
A trace of blood was left, and this was the first time Liu Mo saw Yang Yizhi injured.
Then, Yang Yizhi staggered back. Tang Qingfeng was eager to leave, roaring and roaring. He didn't say anything, he just howled like a wild animal, Liu Mo thought to himself.
Yang Yizhi's retreat turned into a flight, and the long sword slashed across his chest, arms and head only a few inches away.
But Yang Yizhi quickly calmed down, holding the spear in his hand and dancing with the sharp shadow of the spear.
"I'm not a coward!" Liu Mo roared angrily. He grabbed the steel sword "Oath" and joined the battle.
If the injury weakened Yang Yizhi, at least Liu Mo didn't notice it at all from his current actions.
He was so powerful that every blow could make Liu Mo's hands numb. His spear was like a spiritual snake, quickly spitting out bits of cold light, forcing Liu Mo to panic.
If it weren't for Tang Qingfeng's constant pressure, Yang Yizhi's silver spear would have stabbed several big holes!
"Young man named Yang, are you crazy?" Liu Mo was irritated by him, because he attacked directly at the critical point, often without regard to his own safety, and wanted to kill Liu Mo.
"I want you to die!" Yang Yizhi replied.
He raised his spear with both hands and rushed towards Liu Mo again.
But this time, he completely ignored Tang Qingfeng's long sword.
"Fuck you!" Liu Mo wailed, and the spear rushed out like lightning, piercing the gap in the thick plate armor and entering the interface under Liu Mo's shoulder. The pointed tip penetrated the flesh and penetrated into the bone.
"Well..." Liu Mo let out a strangled groan, and then fell to the ground in pain.
Looking at Yang Yizhi, Tang Qingfeng's long sword also penetrated his back and penetrated through his abdomen.
He endured the pain, abandoned his spear, and then drew out his sword, drawing out streaks of cold sword light.
With a "swipe" sound, the long sword cut open Tang Qingfeng's chest, and a trace of red blood spattered.
Then, Yang Yizhi stretched out his right foot and kicked Tang Qing away, then turned his head and looked at Liu Mo ferociously.
"Death!" he roared.
"Are you drafting it? I'll fight you!"
Not to be outdone, Liu Mo clapped his hands violently, grabbed the back of Yang Yizhi's knees, and exerted force.
Yang Yizhi's giant sword slashed wildly, but due to the loss of balance, the sword tip only left another dent in Liu Mo's armor.
Liu Mo didn't know where he got the strength, and he twisted and tightened his right hand. Yang Yizhi's sword also slipped, and the prince of Zhou Dynasty was pulled down on him. Then they fought in a pool of dust and blood, with the spear piercing Liu Mo's shoulder and shaking back and forth.
"You're trying to compete, I'm not someone to be bullied!" Liu Mo roared again, and then with all his strength, he wrapped his arms around the prince and hugged him tightly to his chest, like a pair of lovers.
"Damn Liu Mo, go to hell!" When the two were close enough to kiss, Yang Yizhi spoke again.
He tightened his hands, the blood in his fists frosting in the cold night sky.
A punch struck, making Liu Mo dizzy.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Yang Yizhi slammed his fist into Liu Mo's mouth, causing the latter to lose two big teeth.
"I!!!" Liu Mo endured the pain and touched his waist angrily. "You fucking die!"
The dagger finally came in handy. The pure black dagger penetrated deeply, deeply into the waist of the prince of Zhou Dynasty.
"Poof!" With a sound, Yang Yizhi spit out a large mouthful of blood, but the expression on his face was even more ferocious.
At the critical moment when the two were fighting to the death, Tang Qingfeng endured the injury and rushed over.
Yang Yizhi secretly said something bad, and then used all his strength to push Liu Mo's leg with his shoulder, causing him to fall on top of him. They rolled together, fighting each other with fists and kicks, until finally Liu Mo was on top, pressing on Yang Yizhi.
"You really want to die with me, right?" Liu Mo immediately understood Yang Yizhi's intention, "Okay, I'll stay with you!"
He roared angrily, "Tang Qingfeng, pull out his spear, aim it at my body and stab it in. I'll trade with him!"
"Brother Liu, you..." Tang Qingfeng hesitated.
"Is he that powerful?" Yang Yizhi grabbed Liu Mo's body and blocked him in front of him. "You will die, and I will be injured at most."
"Then try it!" Liu Mo shouted angrily, turning the dagger in his hand hard, causing Yang Yizhi to turn pale in pain. "Brother Tang, do it quickly, I'm not a man if I frown."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Yizhi grabbed Liu Mo's wrist and then slammed him against the rock beside him. Pain like dislocation, the dagger dropped.
In anger, Liu Mo pressed his face with his other hand, "I'll kill you!"
Yang Yizhi was so anxious and angry that he lost his mind and spat in Liu Mo's face.
"What the hell!" Liu Mo roared again. Just as he was about to exert force, he found that his hands were cuffed again.
So, "hetui!" Liu Mo took a big mouthful of bloody saliva and spit it towards Yang Yizhi's face.
"You..." Tang Qingfeng on the side was dumbfounded. "Can you two... make peace?"
Tang Qingfeng suddenly said this.
"What? Peace talks?" Yang Yizhi and Liu Mo asked in unison.
