He suddenly raised his ax and struck at him. Gongsun Tan hurriedly dodged, and the monks from earlier flew to help him at the same time. With three enemies against one, there are still dangers.
Monk Iron Palm repeatedly received the power of the axe, and was already bleeding profusely. The Taoist priest's whisk used softness to overcome the hardness, but the giant ax was sharp and cut off much of the whisk's beard in just a few strokes. It was now almost a bald rod.
Seeing this, the Taoist priest had no choice but to reach out and draw his sword. But at this moment, Yanda's giant double axes struck quickly, pushing the monk towards him with the handle of the axe, and then slashed through the Taoist's waist with the other axe.
Immediately blood splashed into the night sky, and the two men were killed at the same time. Blood suddenly rushed out, like a spring.
The long sword that the Taoist priest had just pulled out fell limply in an instant. With a few sonorous sounds, the two of them passed away without closing their eyes, leaning on each other.
"Qingsongzi, Master Heyan!" Gongsun Tan saw the two men dying tragically in front of his own eyes. He was deeply saddened and cried out.
The two of them are considered good players in their respective sects. Why is it not sad that both of them are dead at this moment?
Yan Daju did not stop, he stepped forward and hacked the people who came over to death with several axes.
Gongsun Tan felt so sad that a mouthful of hot blood spurted out from his mouth. He stepped forward with tears in his eyes, bent down and picked up Qing Songzi's sword, his eyes blazing with rage!
"Come!" He looked at Yan Daju's back, shouted, and flew to stab him!
Yan Daju was about to massacre the few people who were under the Golden Halberd Fengjian, but he felt a murderous aura behind him and immediately turned back to attack them with an axe.
With a "crack" sound, the sword and ax wiped out a hundred points of fire in mid-air. The few people who were already at a disadvantage in the front immediately advanced their halberds upon seeing this, and stabbed into Yan Daju's side with a pop.
However, when the halberd was inserted into the tip, it was difficult to advance. It turns out that when Yan Daju was in a hurry, he used the enhanced martial arts similar to a golden bell to make his whole body as hard as a stone wall and not easy to shake.
"drink!"
With another long roar, Yan Da's huge body suddenly gained strength, stretched out the halberd pole, broke the halberd, and knocked down several people.
However, Gongsun Tan still refused to back down. He paused in mid-air for a moment, and his body twisted like a twist. The blade of the sword advanced rapidly, spinning continuously, and actually drilled a deep hole in the ax surface.
Yan Daju took two steps back and became interested in the person in front of him.
In the direction of the town entrance, the wolf dust and smoke were overwhelming, the wolf sword was opened and closed, and the wind of the sword was flying like a stream, stopping many enemy troops from advancing.
Qi was rapidly draining away, and the people in front of him were more difficult to deal with than before. Lang Chenyan took a deep breath, remained calm, and stayed in charge.
Suddenly, just when he was about to take a breath, a burst of power swept over him, overwhelming him!
"Hmm...!" Lang Chenyan felt his breath sluggish, took a few steps back, and panted with his knife.
In front of me, unexpectedly came...two impressive figures!
Suddenly, the sound of cannons on the ship rang out again. With quick eyes and quick hands, Lang Chenyan retreated several feet in an instant. The gunfire exploded on the spot, and the heat wave rushed into his clothes.
The soot dispersed and filled into Langchenyan's mouth and nose. He had just taken off his mask because it was difficult to breathe heavily while wearing that thing. But now he wanted to put it on again, but it was gone.
After coughing a few times, he looked at the two approaching people and looked at each other coldly, showing no signs of inferiority.
Jiuchongquan clapped his hands at him. Behind him was a long halberd that was grinding the ground. When Lang Chenyan saw him, he was slightly surprised.
Although he didn't care much about the war situation, he had somewhat listened to the last meeting.
They raided the Jiubang General's camp... but Jiuchongquan appeared here, so... they had miscalculated.
Xiao Wuye peered at Lang Chenyan, his eyes were mysterious and unpredictable. While collecting information, he got to know Lang Chenyan, and he knew that this person was quite capable, and that he was also the last survivor of the Tianjiang Five Swordsmen who had news about him.
"It turns out to be Semo Langdao. Nice to meet you." He thought for a moment and said lightly.
Lang Chenyan felt that the strength of the two men was not inferior to his, and his life was like a candle in the wind. He snorted coldly and did not respond.
The rustling autumn wind blew by, and among the chaotic ruins, the three people's figures were as still as dead leaves.
In an instant, there was a sound of wind and dust, and at the moment when the swords and halberds moved, the three of them turned from silence to movement, and they had already fought for dozens of rounds!
Jiuchongquan and Xiao Wuye pressed forward step by step and cooperated with each other. Xiao Wuye's two maces are impressive, his nine-layered spring halberd is dancing, his internal energy overlaps, and his power is irresistible.
Lang Chenyan simultaneously transformed into a narrow knife to respond, but it didn't take long for danger to arise. After dozens of rounds, his clothes were already torn and torn, and there were several wounds on his face, with dark red blood flowing out.
"Jiuye Chifeng!" Jiuchongquan is as vigorous as a dragon and a snake flying in the air. The bloody light of the halberd cuts through the beacon clouds sharply in mid-air. The scarlet energy rushes out and roars out, shattering the surrounding houses.
Xiao Wuye narrowed his eyes coldly, and instantly crossed his maces, swung forward, and flew out with a move as blue as a dead butterfly: "Li Xiangyuan Lei."
Electric light and blood light instantly mixed together, sweeping across thousands of troops. When Lang Chenyan saw this, he overlapped his two swords and grasped the ultimate move: "Wolf's roar disrupts the snow peak."
The snow wolf was full of energy, and snow was falling all around. The frightening momentum combined with the moves of the two men suddenly erupted with an explosion that was louder than the sound of cannons. The aftermath scattered in all directions, turning into curling embers and broken walls and ruins everywhere.
The bricks and tiles were burnt black, and smoke slowly floated out from the ruins, but was soon shrouded in blood mist.
Shuanggan Town has been pinched by Jiuche Xiaoying. The red light was shining brightly outside, and Shuanggan Town looked like a mayfly under the fortress of ships that filled the river.
After the aftermath had dissipated, Lang Chenyan was already covered in wounds.
He supported his body with knives in both hands, but he was already quite weak. He had spent a lot of energy trying to stop the soldiers, but now he had little hope against a powerful enemy.
However, seeing this situation, Jiuchongquan and the two took action.
"Go and report to the Shadow Master," Jiuchongquan held a halberd on his shoulder, "It's obvious here, it's enough for me to be here, let the Shadow Master and the others move on."
Xiao Wuye nodded: "That's fine. Just be careful."
Jiuchongquan chuckled. In the situation before him, what could a severely injured Xuanhui holder do to him?
Xiao Wuye jumped away. But he glanced away, hesitated for a moment, and suddenly ran towards the other end.
The sound of cannons rumbled and resounded several times. The black and red death light shines all over the place, and Shuanggan Town is in a precarious situation and is in danger.
The tidal force of Jiuche Xiaoying's troops surged in again, and the Shuanggan Town coalition forces, which had no upper hand, soon fell into crisis several times. Deaths and injuries were everywhere, and under the raging haze of blood mist and fire, the power to resist was as small as an ox's hair.
In such a situation, every person and every life in it is insignificant and not worth mentioning.
The fighting was chaotic and the fighting was boiling. Just when Bai Wuque was unable to resist the enemy and suffered numerous scars, despair struck the two of them again.
The killing was endless, and Bai Wuque was already exhausted, and the mottled knife marks on the bronze tripod were extremely dim.
