"Thief, die!"
The captain was so furious that he struck with all his strength. The violent wind exploded and surged, and flew in all directions!
Amidst the turbulence of the strong wind, the long sword flashed through the cold light, came through the air, and pierced Lu Nianchou's face.
"Well done!"
Lu Nianchou stood at attention on the spot. Under the violent wind, his broad black robes rustled and his black hair danced wildly.
Faced with such a dangerous situation, he did not dodge or evade, but just shouted loudly, and the silver sparrow sword exploded in the air like a sinister thunder.
Buzz!
The sword light surged vertically and horizontally and collided with the long sword carrying the strong wind, and the rolling sound waves suddenly resounded.
Lu Nianchou suddenly felt that the power on the opponent's arms was terrifying, even higher than his own.
This was obviously a master of cultivating laymen. If an ordinary person in the world was struck by this sword, the weapon would fly away and his head would be chopped off.
It's just that Lu Nianchou is not an ordinary person. He is good both internally and externally, and his sword skills are even more perfect. Even if the enemy's martial arts are good, he is confident that he can kill him within ten moves.
However, at this moment, there were more than a dozen Mongolian elites beside them, rushing forward without fear of death.
"kill!"
They roared crazily and even tried to wrap their bodies and hands around Lu Nianchou at all costs to create opportunities for the captain.
Lu Nianchou held a long knife and stabbed deeply into the enemy's body. However, the man screamed loudly and desperately grabbed the long knife with both hands.
"Kill... kill him!"
Blood gushed out from the mouth. Lu Nianchou's internal strength was destroyed, and he directly poked a big hole in his chest. His palm was cut off directly, and he kicked him away and fell to the ground.
The captain took advantage of this opportunity, flew up, and displayed twelve swords in a row, intending to completely dismember the enemy.
The strong wind screamed, and the extremely fast and fierce long sword flashed with cold light. Just looking at it seemed to make people's scalp numb.
Lu Nianchou's sword flashed wildly, and he kept slashing and blocking, but he still couldn't break out of the encirclement. Instead, he was shocked and his mouth was numb and painful.
At this time, he was surrounded by seven or eight Mongolian elites. The enemy was not afraid of death. Even if he was injured, he would use his body to buy time. Once someone fell, someone would immediately replace him.
"If you shoot the man first, shoot the horse. To capture the thief first, capture the king. You must kill the captain first. Otherwise, with this person restrained, it will be difficult to escape. Sooner or later, you will die here."
He knew that he had reached a critical moment of life and death, and that continuing to be besieged by the enemy would only lead to death.
Lu Nianchou's internal energy was running wildly. He ignored the Mongolian elite swords and guns, and a ferocious look flashed on his face as he shouted: "Die!"
At this moment, the silver sparrow knife in his hand seemed to turn into a ray of moonlight.
boom!
The blade made a fierce buzzing sound. It was the Moon-Chasing Knife, one of the two killing moves of the Lu family's swordsmanship!
"What kind of martial arts is this!"
"How can he be so strong? Even if he practiced martial arts from his mother's womb, he wouldn't be so strong!"
The commander's pupils were constricted, and his whole body was terrified. He knew in his heart that as long as he couldn't block the sword at this moment, he would die.
"Oh!"
At the critical moment of life and death, he roared with red eyes, his already thick arms suddenly swelled up again, and he picked up the iron sword with both hands and smashed it.
There was only a "clang" sound, and there was a faint sound of cracking silk in the air.
"This knife! This knife! I don't want to die!"
The commander's face was twisted and his eyes were full of madness and unwillingness. Lu Nianchou's sword skills were far faster than imagined.
"ah!"
Only half of the scream ended abruptly. Under everyone's disbelieving eyes, his head suddenly swelled and exploded!
The bright red blood and snow-white brains were blown away by the howling night wind on the faces of the several Mongolian soldiers behind them.
He raised the long sword with both hands, still maintaining the slashing posture, but his body stood motionless, but his head was split open by the knife, and he could no longer die.
Lu Nianchou ignored him and unleashed his killing move, killing the man with one blow. However, almost at the same time, he was also slashed by the Mongolian soldiers with swords and spears.
Although he had the light kung fu skills to dodge and the hard kung fu skills from outside to protect his body, his back and left arm were still torn open with two bloody wounds.
However, he secretly thought he was lucky. The commander of the Mongolian army practiced external martial arts. If he had been replaced by any master who practiced internal martial arts, he would be in danger today.
Just when he was fighting with the enemy, Hong Lingbo also encountered an extremely terrifying crisis.
Lu Nianchou was entangled by the enemy and found it difficult to break out of the encirclement. She faced more and more enemies, with swords, spears and shadows constantly attacking her.
The long sword in her hand struck quickly, blocking the enemy weapons that were attacking her. However, there were too many attacking enemies, and the sword light blocked her.
Even though her swordsmanship was fast, there were still two swords flashing, and they struck in the air, causing the sound of whistling swords.
At the same time, two spears were like poisonous snakes, usually attacking from the left and right sides respectively, completely blocking the possibility of her dodging to both sides.
With a scream, Hong Lingbo forcefully exerted his internal energy, and his body miraculously rose up to ten feet, and then the sword light fell like raindrops, covering the enemy's head.
This is exactly the movement technique of the Ancient Tomb Sect's Qinggong, which shows its exquisite use at the most critical moment.
"Pfft!!"
There was a sound of the machine being activated, and dozens of long arrows shot out from the side.
She was entangled with those Mongolian elites just now, and the crossbowmen naturally did not dare to act rashly. Now they rose into the air and became a target.
Hong Lingbo secretly screamed that something was not good. The enemy's machetes and spears below formed a death trap. Above, there was a rain of arrows that completely enveloped him. For a moment, the disaster in front of him was unavoidable.
With a squeak, she raised her slender feet, stepped on a spear with great precision, and used the force to flip back, just in time to avoid the danger of the arrows.
The long sword cast a shadow and met the scimitars and spears attacking from behind and from the left and right wings.
She practiced with Li Mochou for ten years, most of which was spent on Qinggong. The ancient tomb sect's movement techniques were clever and cunning, often allowing him to advance and retreat freely.
This is the first time we have faced such a dangerous situation.
“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”
Amidst a series of clashing sounds of gold and iron, Hong Lingbo deflected a blade of light, but was inevitably injured. A spear pierced his left leg directly, and a large bloody hole appeared, with blood splashing down.
Hong Lingbo exclaimed, and swords and spears from all directions followed him.
Her face became extremely pale, and her heart was filled with the fear of death. She slashed with the long sword in her hand, but it was of no avail.
Hong Lingbo originally wanted to cry out for help, but then he thought that doing this would probably put Lu Nianchou into a desperate situation.
Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth and refused to make a sound. She was about to fall from the air and be pierced by the spear and scimitar.
"Get out of my way!"
At this moment, suddenly there was a sword light that split the weapons, and Lu Nianchou's figure was seen rising into the sky, hugging Hong Lingbo.
Amidst the clanging sounds of weapons, the short knife in Lu Nianchou's hand firmly protected every gap and flaw in Hong Lingbo.
Although he was surrounded by swords and spears, Hong Lingbo felt safer than ever before.
At this time, the captain of thousands was dead and the biggest threat had been removed, but there were still a lot of Mongolian elites.
The enemies around him were like waves coming and going, one after another.
In order to rescue Hong Lingbo, Lu Nianchou had fought hard until now, but finally failed to break through the encirclement and fell into the most dangerous situation.
