Chapter 401 Murong Everyone

The stars freely sprinkled the light of the day covered by the sun, and there was a silver light on the field, almost like the day. The originally presumptuous monsters seemed to have disappeared around here, because there was a war of terrible strength going on below, and they were all scared to hide.

Under all kinds of screams, a four- or five-meter-high carriage made of gold silk nanmu for more than a thousand years. All kinds of carved pendants and patterns all show the rich and luxury of the owner of the carriage, but with elegance... This luxury carriage was pulled by six majestic white Mercedes-Benz beasts without miscellaneous hairs, but at this time It is the center of the battlefield.

On one side, more than a dozen warriors in yellow surrounded the carriage, resisting the siege of dozens of warriors in black. From time to time, some people fell on both sides, and dozens of people fell on the ground, among which there were more people in black and fewer warriors in yellow...

"Miss, what are we going to do now? This is a gangster in the dark canyon in Wunan Province. He is famous for his cruelty, and his men are almost alive. If we are caught by them, we will be miserable. A delicate little girl dressed as a pink maid said anxiously, and her eyebrows were full of worry and fear.

In the carriage sat a woman in her twenties in a long yellow dress, her face was like a peach blossom in March, with willow leaves, a straight nose, and a charming charm in her round lips. At this time, she frowned, which made people feel pity. She said, "Although the people of the mercenary regiment in the war are stronger, there are too many people on the other side. Moreover, several masters of the war land are entangled by people. If it goes on like this, the war land will only end in defeat.

"Miss, what did you say we should do? The people in the Yin Canyon are so horrible. If we don't find a way to escape, it will be too late. The little girl was even more anxious when she saw that her master was still saying these useless words at this time.

"In this Wunan Province, several heads of the Yin Canyon have been rampant in Wunan for a year or two. They are almost invincible. They still can't escape at night, and there is no savior. What else can they do? Alas, although the battlefield mercenary regiment is also very powerful, after all, it is not the whole regiment here. There is only a ninth-order deputy regiment leader and two seventh-order stewards. The Yin Canyon that dealt with the whole regiment's attack is weak, but it's a pity..."

"It was also my mistake. I never thought that this dark canyon was so rampant to attack us and the war mercenary regiment. Aren't they afraid of revenge..."

The woman in a light yellow long skirt doesn't seem to worry too much, but frowns and thinks carefully from time to time, which makes people want to say slowly with a fragrant rosy mouth.

"Ha ha, it is worthy of the singer Murong of the Three Kingdoms of Man Wuyuan, Qi Yun and Tiele. Although our Yin Canyon is adventurous, Wunan has not been peaceful recently. As long as our hands and feet are clean, we can kiss Murong. This is a risk. Everyone said, didn't they?"

"Yes, I want to see what it tastes like for Murong, who has fallen in love with countless sons of the Three Kingdoms."

"It must be cool, haha."

"It is said that selling art is not selling. I don't know if it's true? What's the difference between this and other women?

A rough voice came, and other people in black nearby echoed.

The owner of the voice was holding a ghost-headed knife, and the night light was cold. The big knife seemed to be as relaxed as chopsticks and straw under him. He waved it without any gap. The wind was accompanied by the fierce knife light to kill the opponent, making the opponent keep retreating. In the face of such a knife method, the opponent wants to dodge and open the distance by his flexible body. Every time he makes yellow palm prints under the night sky, he can resist the light of the ghost-headed knife.

"The green mid-level snow knife has been practiced to the state of tweak. The attack moves are fierce and fierce, without interruption, no gap, easy but impeccable, awesome." Murong, a woman in a light yellow long dress in the carriage, said.

"Haha, Murong really knows me. It seems that we have a common topic. When I solve these miscellaneous things, the two of them will have a good talk tonight. The rough man with a ghost knife in his hand laughed and said.

"It's strange to believe you!"

Murong said in everyone's heart that she didn't believe that she sacrificed so many brothers for herself and offended so many powerful sons. If the other party dares to take risks to attack himself, he must have another plan.

Thinking about how to deal with it, suddenly, a flash of joy flashed between her eyebrows and said to the outside, "The little woman Murong Qing passed through Wunan. Murong Qing is very grateful for whether the hero can help or not."

"Who? I'm the blood ghost of Yin Canyon, and I'll repay you in the future for your convenience. The man with a rough head changed his face and looked around and said.

"I'm Mai Gou, the third head of the Warland Mercenary Regiment, and I also ask the hero to rescue him. After that, the Warland Mercenary Regiment will be rewarded." The opponent of the rough man with the ghost knife, the middle-aged man with long beard took the opportunity to say in his spare time.

At this time, people on both sides stopped because of Liang Jing's arrival and were wary of the newly arrived guest.

Although Liang Jing didn't hide his breath, he didn't expect to be found so soon. He glanced at the woman in the carriage thoughtfully. Now press the cloud head and fall towards the field. "Haha, I just made a breakthrough. I'm looking for someone to practice. You don't have to worry about me and what to do."

When the ghost-headed man saw the huge blood prison ghost dragon in mid-air, he couldn't help but change his face. The power of this dragon beast was so horrible that he felt uncomfortable with his opponent. He looked at Liang Jing who was walking towards him. His face was gloomy and said again, "Please make this brother convenient. Brother, I have my own reward."

With that, the rough man threw a low-level storage bag at Liang Jing. Liang Jing opened it and saw that there were five bottles of elixir marked with vitality elixir, ten elixir in each bottle, a total of 50 elixir.

This elixir Liang Jing knows that although he doesn't get many items from Mr. Li Erzi and others, except for a few secret books and some weapons and equipment sundries, this elixir is the most.

It is said that this elixir is on gold and silver. As the existence of a general currency, 100 gold is equal to a vitality elixir. It can be imagined that the value of these elixirs is precious. The most important thing for this crazy man is that he really doesn't want to make more trouble.

Yuanqi elixir is a general elixir during the refining period. Generally, people use it after breaking through to the fourth level, which can speed up the cultivation of Zhenqi. Almost everyone needs it during the refining period, so it is regarded as a general currency.

"I'll take this, but I'm here to fight. After the fight, you can do whatever you want." With that, Liang Jing took out the ancient sword that was used to absorb murderous energy on his back and rushed to the wild man with a ghost-headed knife.

"Looking for death!"

Seeing that the other party actually took something and didn't do anything, he was still so arrogant. The ghost-headed knife man was furious, and there was a flash of murder in his eyes. Do you really think he didn't dare to kill?

Does an eighth-level existence think that a powerful dragon beast can be crazy?

"Miss, this person is only the eighth level. Can he beat the blood ghost knife? Why didn't he let the dragon beast in the air take action? How stupid."

Murong Qing frowned and said, "I guess it's the core children who came out to practice and want to hone themselves well. It's just that he was too careless. If something happens at such a close distance, the powerful dragon beast can't save him.

"Drink!"

Liang Jing's speed was so fast that his whole body flew out like a cannonball. The faint movements seemed to be a bit like a roc flying, and the speed was much faster than usual. He dodged the snow-colored knife light emitted by the ghost-headed knife, and the medieval sword splitted towards the rough man.

"Huh? Why is it so similar to the King Peng of the Li family? It's just that learning is not eye-catching, and it's not even pure. Murong Qingdao.

That's right. Liang Jing used the [Pengwang Body Method] green best body secret book found from Mr. Li's storage bag, but he was just practicing and not even proficient.

"Kill!"

Although the attributes of the medieval sword have not been added, Liang Jing found that when using the [Zhanfeng Sword] swordsmanship, the true qi can be transmitted better, and it can also increase the power of the real qi attack, which is much sharper than before under the injection of the true qi.

Wow!

The sound of the storm rising with Liang Jing's chopping.

The face of the ghost-headed knife man opposite changed and he felt strong pressure. It seemed that he was not facing swordsmanship but the continuous roaring storm. There was no way to resist it. There was a pressure of heaven and earth that made him change color, and there was a feeling of binding hands and feet.

[Cut the Wind Sword] The first type, the storm!

The attack is rageous, as if there is no need to recover, and the fierce and endless attacks overwhelm the enemy.

Bang bang bang!

In the face of such an attack, the ghost-headed knife man was also strong and fearlessly attacked and killed.

However, Liang Jing's super strength is strong. With the blessing of the sword, although only the true spirit of the eighth level is weaker than the ninth level of the opponent. But it's not what he can resist. After only two or three moves, he feels that his hands are numb and staggering. The snow knife method is not as easy as before.

"You come too!"

Liang Jing turned his swordsmanship to one side with joy and wanted to see the lively war mercenary regiment. The face of the three heads of the wartime mercenary regiment changed, but they had to resist. Unexpectedly, the enemy who had been beaten to death at the previous moment has now become a comrade-in-arms against the enemy.

A feeling of crying and laughing rises in my heart.

Liang Jing didn't care so much. He used the divine-level [Zhanfeng Sword], and the five-style swordsmanships of Storm, Jifeng, Hefeng, Wufeng and Yufeng were constantly used, making two ninth-level masters retreat in a row, which was embarrassing.

But this is still the result of his mercy, otherwise he could have killed two people long ago.

In the end, I had no choice but to cover the six masters above the seventh level in the field with swords and forced them to join the regiment.

The storm is fierce and continuous...

The wind is fast and sharp, deadly, and there is no trace of killing...

The gentle breeze brushed the face, infinite killing, easy smile and death...

No wind...

The wind...