Chapter 70 Azeroth Swordsman

In an instant, he looked at the somewhat depressed prince in front of him and nodded.

"You don't know the hate of the Yi people. Forget it, you are just a little beauty of the Yi people. I told you, you may not know." After saying that, Menghua Xianping pulled out his long sword and protected the moment behind him.

Looking at the imperial prince standing in front of him with a firm face in front of him, he just lowered his head and carefully tidyed up the clothes of the sword clan.

The sword flute in front of him split a skeleton with a sword, and the blade flowing in cold light split the skeleton into a skeleton. The long knife in Jianxiao's hand paused for a moment and turned his head to sweep the people on his side: "Your Highness?"

"Your Highness is protecting Mr. Suo." The royal guard for a month and a half replied.

The long sword was pulled in the butterfly dance's hand, and the sharp blade touched the neck of an Yi warrior: "You guards, you are really assured of your prince. Let him stay there alone"

The guard smiled dryly: "I'm sorry, two seniors."

The sword flute did not hesitate, and the long knife in his hand was cut out. As for Menghua Xianping, there was no need to worry. If there was no one to protect him secretly, it would be impossible for Menghua Xianping's bodyguards to rush up and fight side by side with him. The blade crossed a magic shield, and the tip of the blade wiped out a little spark from it. The sword clan did not hesitate to turn his hand and grab the long saber gently into the air. A sword was directly cut down from the air, and the continuous sound of Zheng, Zheng and Zheng made Jian Xiao a little depressed.

The long saber scratched from the magic shield but did not cut it, the damn Yi magic shield. Jian Xiao cursed secretly from the bottom of his heart. Jian Xiao turned around and grabbed the long saber in his hand again, ready to cut down with a sword. Unexpectedly, the bright magician in front of him also retreated rapidly. A strong man of the Yi clan lun came up with two tomahawks, and the sword flute's saber happened to collided with the enemy's tomahawk.

One Hua and Yiyi stood there like wrenches, fighting for their own strength. Jianxiao stared coldly at the strong man of the Yi people in front of him and said, "This is the monarchy of the Chinese half-moon empire. Aren't you afraid of being surrounded and annihilated by our army?"

The golden curly hair covered the eyes of the strong man, and the scar on his face looked particularly ferocious: "The bishop has an order that if you kill a pagan, you can get 10 gold coins, and if you kill a pagan with more than eight floors of Shuntian, you can get 100 gold coins." After saying that, a trace of fanaticism flashed in his eyes.

Jianxiao smiled, and there was a trace of contempt at the corners of his mouth and shouted at his compatriots around him: "Brothers of the Chinese nationality, Jianxiao, the owner of the Demon Gate, has a word to kill an Yi people. You can come to me to get a copper plate and kill a sacrificial person. You can come to me to get half a copper medal."

Under the roar of Jianxiao, many Chinese warriors smiled, and some said, "Master, you need to prepare more copper coins for me."

"Yes, master. It's better to prepare more copper coins.

Many Chinese warriors laughed, and for a moment, the faces of the Yi people all floated with a layer of black clouds. The strong man in front of the sword flute picked up two axes and smashed at the sword flute crazily. In the face of the soldiers of the Yi clan, Jian Xiao seemed to be more skillful, and the long saber slipped twice in a row, showing ease with force.

"Don't play tricks." The butterfly dance glanced and said, "The Yi people seem to have come to the reinforcements." After the butterfly dance said, the long sword in his hand was two sword flowers flying by.

Jianxiao's eyes jumped over the enemy in front of him, and as expected, he saw many people in black behind the Yi clan. A huge sword stood in the sky, not Jack, who had disappeared for a while. Louis, who is it? Jian Xiao's face darkened for a short time: "The reinforcements of the Dark Temple seem to have arrived."

The butterfly dance nodded, and the sword in his hand did not stop. When the sword spirit flew, three blood holes had appeared on the three Yi warriors respectively. At this time, I only heard a fanatical cry from the other side of the Dark Temple, and a light magician who was guiding magic on the side of the Temple of Light stopped the battle: "Holy Lady, Lord Jack seems to have arrived."

"I heard the word Jack." Iso. Alice immediately stopped the guidance in her hand: "All the warriors of the Temple of Light retreat and give the front to the people of the Dark Temple."

Jack over there. Louis waved the huge sword forward: "All the people of the Dark Temple are on top. Replace the position of the Temple of Light. Jack Louis rushed forward first after saying that.

On this side, Jian Xiao saw the dark crowd rushing up to his side. Before he could breathe, he didn't wait for Jian Xiao to repel the strong man in front of him, and he heard a few screams. A dark and rotten man rushed into the Chinese martial arts crowd. Two black hands passed directly through his chest and killed the two Chinese warriors in an instant. A red heart appeared in the hands of the dark warrior.

As the dark man rushed into the Chinese warrior group, a vicious corpse smell drifted away in the air. The sword in the hand of a Chinese martial artist trembled uncontrollably, and his voice was extremely frightened: "What kind of person is this? No,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,."

Jian Xiao floated by at a glance and was shocked. The zombie, the zombie in the public losing bedroom on Chanmen Mountain, didn't expect that the summoning magician on the ninth floor of the wingless realm had taken the zom to his own.

Butterfly Dance has obviously recognized the zombie: "Jian Xiao, what should I do?"

"Let's leave first." The sword flute waved a few knives randomly and retreated. His face was full of panic.

The skill of butterfly dance is slightly lower than that of Jianxiao. Seeing Jianxiao's look, he immediately felt wrong: "That zombie?"

"The power of zombies seems to be at the peak of the ninth level of Shuntian Realm. Let's withdraw first"

"You and I are both nine layers of Shuntian Realm, and they only have three wingless realms. It seems that we don't need to retreat." As soon as the butterfly dance finished saying this sentence, it immediately changed color: "You mean that the zombie is a Chinese, at the peak of the nine levels of Shuntian Realm?" After saying that, her true anger was immediately released, and a true qi directly sensed the place where the zombies were standing. Dieyiwu's face instantly pale: "When the Zenmen Gong lost the cabinet, we didn't find out that this zombie was a Chinese before his death."

"Isn't that the change of Zen bald donkeys?" The small hammer in Dugu Caihua's hand knocked on an iron shield, which immediately made Dugu Caihua's arm hurt a little.

"Pay attention to the wording." Xiao Yu's queen's whip wrapped around the head of an Yi warrior and pulled it. Xiao Yu's beautiful legs then flew out and kicked the Yi warrior away: "He is a Zen master. Don't always be bald and bald."

"Tell all the younger generation that we will leave first." The sword flute and the knife flew horizontally and removed the force again. With a knife, Jian Xiao immediately retreated. At this time, many Chinese warriors also retreated while they were in a fight. The sword flower danced in the butterfly dance's hand, and several swords were stabbed out. The butterfly dance glanced at the front: "This time, we have fallen more than 300 people, and the loss of the Chinese Southern Wulin is not great. ( Chinese Southern Wulin: refers to the area in the southern part of the Asian continent, and the corresponding Northern Wulin refers to the territory of the Northwest Chinese people in the Asian continent)

Jian Xiao heard this number and frowned: "I don't know how many young descendants can escape this time. At this martial arts conference, all the young descendants of the Chinese Nanwulin came." After saying that, Jian Xiao looked in the direction of the zombie's attack. Sanxiu had already brought several masters against the dark and smelly zombie to buy time for the younger generation.

There was a slight shock, and the black shield and black sword appeared on the defense line of the Yi clan. The black iron shields were arranged in a neat straight line to press them. The whole movement was neat and neat and uniform. Under the sword and sword knife, the expression that had been tense seemed even darker.

The butterfly dance is not much better at this time: "Azeroth Dark Swordsmen Regiment under the Dark Pope of the Yi Clan." When the butterfly dance spit out this sentence, Menghua Xianping, who had been protecting the unconscious sword clan, also stood up. His Royal Highness's eyes passed through many warriors and saw the neat dark front.

"Your Highness, what's wrong?" Shun'er pulled the corners of Meng Hua Xianping's clothes doubtfully.

Menghua Xianping did not reply, but turned around and grabbed the swordsman on the ground and shook hard: "Sword brother, sword brother, sword brother,,, dead sword clan, you wake up your Highness, even the dark pope sent out the Azeroth swordsmen group." Menghua Xianping's angry face scared the moment around him, and the latter curled aside in fear, and his eyes were full of fear.

The slightly slender hand grabbed Meng Hua Xianping's shoulder: "Prepare ready to fight."

Menghua Xianping stopped the movement in his hand and took a look at the owner of that hand. After a long time, he nodded without saying a word. He picked up the long sword inserted in the ground and blocked it in front of the sword clan and was ready to fight at any time.

Under the encirclement of the Azeroth Swordsmen, the Chinese martial artists are constantly shrinking their encirclement, and many sect leaders have blocked those descendants behind them. After all, these young people behind them are the next generation of strong Chinese.

"I really don't know how many people have been dispatched by the Yi people this time." Lianyou spit angrily.

"I don't think there are 6,000. I really can't do this business." After a warrior finished speaking, he was already struck by a sword in the shoulder. Suddenly, the blood splashed out. Fortunately, he fell in love with excellent experience and stabbed a sword at random, wiped it from the neck of the Yi clan, and killed the enemy.

"We can't retreat, and the tunnel has been blocked." Jian Xiao took a deep breath. The saber in his hand leaked a little