The others saw Confucius take matters into his own hands, fighting with the young master with the sword.
They all rushed to Song Changgeng to chop him into meat sauce.
Confucian Sheng took his other hand directly into Mu Fan's neck, and the eagle's claws were fast, just like a goshawk fighting its prey.
However, he was fast, Mu Fan was faster, and the sword body turned, and the tip of the sword had already pierced the center of Confucian Sheng's eyebrows.
Confucian saw that Mu Fan's swordsmanship was extremely fast, and he didn't know what kind of qualifications this kid had, but now that he touched something that shouldn't be touched, he couldn't escape a dead word.
The white-haired Confucian skull was slightly sideways, and the tip of the sword did not have bloody flowers, leaving only a strand of white hair of the Confucian Sheng.
Mu Fan put away his sword, held it with his backhand, and at the same time pulled Song Changgeng over.
Song Changgeng was pulled like this and escaped everyone's attack.
Mu Fan then used his backhand sword to pull six sword flowers in a row, and the six human heads fell to the ground.
Confucian saw Mu Fan grabbing Song Changgeng and clasped Mu Fan's head with one claw.
Song Changgeng didn't know when he picked up a sword, and from the bottom up, he stabbed at the white-haired Confucian student.
Confucian was not afraid, and directly held Song Changgeng's sword with one palm.
He couldn't hold Mu Fan's sword, but he could hold Song Changgeng's sword.
Mu Fan wanted to return the sword at this time, but it was too late.
Song Changgeng knew that the situation was urgent, regardless of the thirty-seven twenty-one, he spat at the white-haired Confucian face.
The white-haired Confucian didn't care about Song Changgeng's spit, and his palm still knocked on Mu Fan.
Mu Fan kicked Song Changgeng fiercely, Song Changgeng's body left the ground, crashed into the white-haired Confucian student, and resolved the crisis abruptly.
The white-haired Confucian did not hit others, but salivated on his face.
Although there was saliva on his face, he didn't dare to wipe it.
Because Mu Fan had already taken the opportunity to put away his sword and take out the sword again, leaving a sword wound on Confucius's neck.
If it weren't for Confucius retreating a little at the critical moment, this sword could have directly killed him.
The people around him were still rushing up, Mu Fan killed eight people in a row, but the number of people was too much, and if it continued like this, it would be consumed to death sooner or later.
If he uses the Escape Technique, but he can't kill all the people here, and leaks the news, it is better to die here.
At this moment, a sword light suddenly flashed in the night sky.
Under the moonlight, there is an indescribable chic pleasure.
Mu Fan glanced at it and saw that someone was flying above them.
The man of Edgeworth also noticed that there were people fighting to the death below, and it seemed that the smell of blood could be smelled from a long distance.
The flying sword slowly circled and fell in the air, and although everyone didn't want to stop, no one dared to collide with the person who used the flying sword.
Before he landed on the ground, Mu Fan had already looked at him from a distance.
The Man of Edgeworth looked very young, no more than eighteen or nineteen.
But everyone present didn't dare to underestimate him, especially when they didn't know the sect behind him, they didn't dare to annoy him rashly.
It's a pity that Shuai was only three seconds, and when the sword finally landed on the ground, the young man with Edgeworth fell directly to the ground, and his face hit the ground first.
Seeing this situation, Confucian suddenly became emboldened, and had the idea of directly getting rid of these three young people.
Just having the Shanhe Ling and this kid's flying sword was enough for him to take risks, not to mention, maybe he could get other benefits from this cultivator.
It is not difficult to kill this cultivator, the white-haired Confucian sees that this young man is just a monk of Guan Yuan Realm, his strength is not as good as him, and he is not very good at learning the sword technique, and he has not mastered the flight well, so he simply does not do it and kills them all!
The white-haired Confucian waved his hand to his subordinates, and at the same time said sharply: "Kill any one of these three people, and you will be rewarded with ten pieces of spar." ” There are nine grades of spar, from the ninth grade to the first grade, and the aura of heaven and earth contained in it continues to increase.
These heaven and earth aura can not only be transformed into the true essence of the monks, but also into the internal force of the people in the rivers and lakes.
The internal force and the true element are of the same origin, but the quality is completely different.
Except for the top players, it's hard to see the difference between the two.
Although everyone was afraid that this newcomer was a monk, they still chose to exchange their heads for rewards, driven by heavy profits.
Zhang Jian was flying well in the sky, but when he heard the sound of a fight below, he deliberately came down to take a look.
Who would have thought that he would make a joke when he collected the sword, let alone that this group of people would actually kill him.
Mu Fan looked at the team of people rushing over, and thought: "Don't talk about keeping Song Changgeng from dying now, it's even difficult for me to live." ” He saw that Zhang Jian had words in his mouth, and his right hand was condensed into a sword finger, and he should have moved the sword as he wished, but no matter how he looked at it, he felt intermittent.
Although this person's flying sword skills are not very good, there is no problem in self-protection in a short period of time.
Mu Fan reached out and wanted to tear a strip of cloth from his clothes, but he didn't tear it after several attempts.
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So he had to tear off a piece of cloth from Song Changgeng's clothes, and then use this cloth to tie the pieces and hands together.
When Song Changgeng saw it, he did the same, tying his hands and the sword in his hand together.
Mu Fan said to Zhang Jian: "This group of people wants to kill you together, I don't know if your flight will be able to take us away, it won't take long, as long as you can get rid of these people." ” Zhang Jian killed one person with a flying sword, and said with a little embarrassment: "I'm afraid it's not very useful, I have to work hard enough, not to mention that I have to bring you." ” "We're fighting for you to use the Flying Duel, you just have to run the Flying Duel, or we'll all die here."
Mu Fange blocked the attack in front of him, "Chang Geng, we try our best to protect him." ” Song Changgeng nodded, but there was another scar on his body.
He knew that he was a burden to Brother Qing, and it might be the best choice to let Brother Qing and Little Brother Edgeworth leave.
Thinking of this, he didn't care about the sword wounds on his body, he was completely exchanging injuries for injuries and fighting with his life.
The white-haired Confucian rushed into the crowd and pointed directly at Zhang Jian.
Mu Fan stopped it with his sword, but he was stopped by the sea of people.
A sword slashed at his arm, and scarlet blood spurted out instantly.
He killed this person with one punch, thinking: "This bullshit green snake robe, but at the critical moment, it lost its protective function."
I just killed a person, and in an instant I was replaced by someone else.
Looking at the people who kept emerging, Mu Fan also decided to give it a go.
On the one hand, he tried his best to dodge fatal injuries, and as for those minor injuries, serious injuries that would not be fatal, he had completely ignored them.
Mu Fan and Song Changgeng's lifeless style of play immediately created a no-man's land around the three of them.
The white-haired Confucian touched the sword wound on his neck and shouted: "Let's go together, don't give them time to breathe, once one of them leaves alive, none of us want to live." ” But the crowd did not continue to rush forward, they were just an organization of the rivers and lakes, not a regular army.
At the beginning, they could still have some bravery, but the more than thirty stone corpses around the three of them and the opponent's completely lifeless style of play had already made these people lose the courage to continue to rush forward.
The white-haired Confucian scolded the rabble, and at the critical moment, he still had to rely on the leader to ignore life and death.
He raised his arms and shouted: "Everyone, follow me, dare to have cowards, and the whole family will not stay in the future!"
” After Confucius finished speaking, he had already taken the lead and rushed towards the three of them.
The others also rushed after him.
Zhang Jian's heart was nervous, and his whole body was already soaked.
It didn't take so long to use the flying book, first, he was not proficient, and secondly, he was really scared and nervous in his heart, and he had already been in the middle of the three times.
Mu Fan turned his head to Zhang Jian and said, "We can still buy you half a pillar of incense, this time we must succeed." ” The coldness of killing and the impatience in his heart filled Mu Fan's eyes, making Zhang Jian shudder, and the sword technique was interrupted because of this.
Mu Fan held a sword in front of Zhang Jian, and Song Changgeng held a sword to protect Zhang Jian's back.
Mu Fan looked at the people who rushed by, and smiled wildly: "Dare to have the former, there is no forgiveness for killing!"
” He was in rags at the moment, his clothes were red with blood, his hair was scattered, and he was laughing wildly at this time, like a living demon god.
The people in the rivers and lakes who rushed up couldn't help but pause.
But seeing that the white-haired Confucian was still in the lead, for the sake of his life, everyone was ruthless and rushed over.
Mu Fan no longer knew how many knife wounds and sword wounds he had received on his body, and he felt that it was difficult to stand now.
The white-haired Confucian was now standing in front of him, but Mu Fan saw not just one, but multiple ghosts.
He had lost so much blood that he was on the verge of a coma.
There were twenty-three more corpses around, and he had reached his limit.
The white-haired Confucian was also hit by Mu Fan's three swords, but none of them were fatal injuries.
Although his situation is not good, compared to Mu Fan, it is still much better.
Confucian slashed at Mu Fan's heart with a claw, and Mu Fan couldn't avoid it.
Song Changgeng suddenly jumped up from the side.
Just this leap has exhausted Song Changgeng's strength.
He blocked in front of Mu Fan, intending to block the attack of Confucius with his life.
This time he succeeded, at least he didn't disrupt Mu Fan's plan, because now Mu Fan didn't have the time to make a plan.
Blood slid down from the tip of the sword, the tip of the sword passed through the back of the white-haired Confucian Sheng, the hilt of the sword was held in Mu Fan's hand, and the blade of the sword passed through Song Changgeng's lungs.
Mu Fan's sword, which was originally going to be a life, pierced Song Changgeng together.
The white-haired eagle claw was stuck in Song Changgeng's left arm, and when he died, he looked back at his subordinates, but no one dared to help.
Song Changgeng used his body to buy a short time for Mu Fan, Mu Fan didn't dare to draw the sword, this kind of injury was only afraid that as soon as the sword came out, Song Changgeng would soon hang up.
Mu Fan stumbled under his feet and almost fell to the ground.
At this time, the surrounding people slowly leaned over, and someone shouted: "Hack them to death." ” Only then did this group of people speed up their pace, and now they first hacked these two people to death, and then used the tactics of crowds to hack the monk to death.
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Looking back, he said that Confucian sacrificed heroically for the sake of the Tiger Hall and the head of the family.
As for the order to kill the monk, it was Confucianism who gave the order anyway.
Zhang Jian silently recited: "The sword rises!"
” However, the sword did not respond, and he snorted several times.
The sword suddenly grew larger, and he shouted with joy: "Success, success!"
” But no one shared this joy with him, and he saw that Mu Fan and Song Changgeng were both seriously injured.
This kind of injury, there is no healing elixir, just with the pills on his body, he can't cure it at all.
He stepped on the flying sword and looked at the people who were rushing towards him, and he was ready to leave alone.
Mu Fan stood up with difficulty with his sword and said, "Take us with you." ” Zhang Jian grabbed Mu Fan and withdrew him to the sword, intending to give up Song Changgeng.
Mu Fan looked into Zhang Jian's eyes and said, "He is my brother!"
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