The warrior was a little dazed after being chopped down.
It stands to reason that he could kill the scribe in front of him with one knife, but in fact, every time the two knives collided, it hurt his jaw.
This can only explain one reason. "Zhou Huang" is an old yinbi. He is obviously a ninth-grade man, but he pretends to be like a weakling!
Shameless!
"Brother, the idea is tough. This guy is at the ninth level! Come with a few more people!"
With a loud shout, the few people who were chopped down by Jiuyin in the distance realized that something was wrong. Their brother was being chased and chopped by Zhao An. Although there was no rules, his aura would never be wrong. He was a proper ninth-grade warrior!
At this moment, Zhao An was chasing after an eighth-level warrior, all with his bravery. Every time he swung the long sword, his body felt very flexible, as if his body had muscle memory, and he could perfectly block the sword light that he clearly couldn't avoid. , the body automatically resists.
It's strange.
It seemed that the original owner was really a bad guy, but he was hanging up in the palace for some unknown reason. He was probably sent to the palace to perform a mission, and he died suddenly, only to be taken away by a time traveler like him.
The secrets of the harem will be discussed later. Chen’s group of desperadoes must be completely eradicated tonight.
"kill!"
Zhao An picked up the knife with both hands and waved it randomly. In the blink of an eye, the eighth-level warrior left a few blood marks on his body, looking extremely embarrassed.
Nine-tone beautiful eyes are full of weirdness.
It is clear that the murderous intention in his body can be formed into reality, but he does not know any sword skills. How could there be such a weird ninth grade in the world.
kill!
More and more eighth-grade warriors rushed out, and it was obvious that Pu Yuan was fighting against six ninth-grade warriors.
Zhao An was secretly annoyed. The old monk had let off steam. He took the Diamond Sutra and helped stop six ninth-grade ones, and released all the remaining eight-grade ones.
The formation of more than twenty eighth-grade players is too big.
Zhao An and Jiuyin moved closer, back to back, one holding a knife and the other wielding a sword.
A rainy night with heavy rain.
A group of strong men surrounded the two of them. The cold rain wet everyone's clothes, and the wind hurt their faces.
Zhao An felt the astonishing curves of Jiuyin's waist, and with a subconscious glance, he could see the straight curves of his hips looming under the graceful skirt.
This butt has quite a bit of meat.
Jiuyin noticed something and gritted his teeth and said: "What time has it been? You are still in the mood to look at my body."
Zhao An said: "I have explosives, I will blow him up later."
"Sir, it's raining now. Are you sure you can light the fuse?"
"Well……"
The fuse of the explosive is waterproof, but the fuse is unlikely to ignite in a heavy rainstorm.
So I couldn't take any more from this store. I rushed in and picked it all up in one go.
"Go together!"
All the strong men in the circle took action.
The long knife that Zhao An raised clinked and sparks erupted, and the huge force pressed down on him, almost causing his knees to fall to his knees.
Jiuyin swung away the knives in front of him with one swing of his sword, and then stabbed them when he looked back.
A warrior who wanted to sneak attack while Zhao An was holding a sword was stabbed through the throat and died suddenly on the spot.
Zhao An was a dabbler, relying solely on his blood and bravery to slash at random, and with Jiuyin's flexible offensive, he could barely block it. In a panic, Zhao An remembered that he had brought other weapons.
So he took out the crossbow arrow from his lower back.
When the opponent saw this, he immediately became anxious and killed him desperately. Jiuyin gritted his teeth, grabbed Zhao An by the collar and threw him up. Zhao An flew out of the encirclement with a whoosh, and was thrown to pieces.
Jiuyin was trapped in a tight siege, and was stabbed one after another in the lower abdomen and lower back, which was horrific.
"Xiaoyin'er!"
Zhao An struggled to wind the string.
This is a copy of the Zhuge Liannu. It has been loaded when a strong man comes.
"Come on! I will use my long-hand output tonight!"
Whoosh!
A bunch of dark arrowheads shot through the air.
The current eight-level players were pierced by an arrow and fell down.
"Kill that kid first!"
The remaining people sensed the crisis, leaving only two people to fight against Jiuyin, while the remaining ten or so people all came to kill Zhao An.
Zhao An got up and ran while reloading.
At a certain moment, he turned around and shot. Several people fell to the ground, and then he touched the lower back.
Damn it!
He brought too few arrowheads and shot them all.
There were ten people at the moment, all of whom were furious.
Zhao An grabbed the long knife under his arm and screamed strangely: "No, don't come here!"
"Kill him and chop off his head. Your Majesty will be richly rewarded."
In a moment, they were surrounded again.
Zhao An was numb. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a woman in white sitting on the tree trunk holding an oil-paper umbrella and smiling, her legs swaying on a tree not far away.
"I***!"
Zhao An yelled at her and was extremely greedy.
trade?
What a deal!
Don’t give it to her even if you have the formula, just let her eat shit!
The shouts alerted a group of strong men. They subconsciously looked at the big tree and were shocked, "Grand Master!"
"good chance!"
Zhao An stabbed the anus of an eighth-level expert with a knife.
The woman smiled like the wind, "Don't look at me, I won't take action. If you keep on guarding against me, I will kill you all."
While he was talking, Zhao An chopped down another person, then spread his legs and ran towards the inn, like a little donkey running wildly on a rainy night.
Several people looked at each other, did this guy dare to be more shameless?
After the sneak attack, he ran away, and the character of the ninth-grade warrior was eaten by dogs?
In the small courtyard, Jiuyin dealt with the remaining two eighth-level warriors. She touched the ground with her sword. Her snow-white dress was covered in blood. She was holding her lower abdomen, her face was in pain, as if her intestines were about to flow out.
"Xiaoyin'er!"
Zhao An panted and ran to her side. Without any time to think, he helped her stumble back to the lobby.
Outside the door, a group of powerful Wu Yangyang came to kill him.
"I'll let you chase me!"
Zhao An took out the explosive tube from his arms, lit it up against the oil lamp, and shouted, "Go to hell!"
The explosive barrel was thrown out, and Jiuyin threw out the long sword at the same time, piercing the door, disturbing a few people, and the next second Zhao An threw her to the ground.
With a bang, fire shot into the sky.
A hand fell on Zhao An's forehead, and he didn't know whose it belonged to.
When they were young, the two of them got up to look, only to see screams unceasingly heard outside. They were not dead, but they were blown to pieces. Some had their hands broken, and some had broken bones and flesh in their chests.
Zhao An picked up the steel knife to mend it and sent them all back to the west.
After dealing with several strong men, before taking a breath, something happened on the second floor. Puyuan was knocked down and the windows were smashed. It was the old woman who took action.
The old figure landed lightly under the eaves and said to him: "Master Puyuan, don't interfere next time. Today is their doom."
Puyuan recited the Buddha's name and stepped aside, "Little donor. The poor monk has done his best. I will leave the rest to you."
"Old monk, if you don't want to be shameless, a great master can't kill six ninth-level masters, so tell me you tried your best!"
"The poor monk is helpless. This benefactor is not weaker than the poor monk. Now if the poor monk does not take action, he will repay Chen's karma."
"Cause and effect, cause and effect, bah! Neither one or two of them can be trusted! If I had known better, I would have asked Qian Yu to bring someone here!"
Zhao An sprayed wildly at Pu Yuan, grabbed the kerosene lamp and prepared for it.
Soon, six figures staggered downstairs, and it was Sun Laoba and others. Although they were still alive, they were treated badly by Pu Yuan and were more or less injured.
