Chapter 62 Is this a siege?

Di Yu sneered and watched Xuan Ming stand up from the mountain-like skull and jump down. He smiled proudly and said, "How's it going? If you know each other, you'd better restrain your hand and capture it, so as not to suffer from skin and flesh again!"

Xuan Ming did not answer, but looked at him coldly, and then suddenly smiled.

Di Yu was stunned.

Xuan Ming's right hand made a move, and the cold sword that fell aside flew back to his hand again. Holding the cold sword, he looked at the four people opposite him and smiled indifferently at them. Like the bloody cold moon, evil spirits penetrated in.

After that, a shocking flood roared out of the cold sword and rolled towards the four people.

However, no one noticed the few people who were on guard with each other, but when Xuanming showed that smile, the eyes of the man in brocade who had been standing behind Di Yu at that moment. It lights up, as bright as the stars.

"Hmm!" Di Yu looked at Xuan Ming's dark and heavy cold sword and couldn't help tightening his clenched right hand. He said with a ferocious face, "Ferce! Xi Tong, Jin'er, kill him!"

"Yes!" The two answered, carried up the magic weapon in their hands, and rushed to Xuanming.

Xuanming smiled with a cracked mouth and turned pale. He raised his sword and shot at Di Yu. At the same time, Xitong's short sword suddenly arrived.

The sky collapsed in an instant, and the air pressure began to condense violently.

The waves of the flood and famine hit everyone's senses. Before the sword spirit arrived, Di Yu's face was pale, and blood couldn't help spitting out.

Dangerous! Di Yu flashed quickly, clenched his fists, and punched out one punch. However, the iron fist waved with all its strength was like hitting a ball of cotton and disappeared in an instant. The sword spirit is still coming. He couldn't help opening his eyes and shot through his heart in an instant.

Xuan Ming's face remained unchanged, looking at the stab of Xi Tongzhi's inevitable sword. He hooked his lips and smiled, exerted his strength under his feet, and suddenly flashed.

"You can't hide, Xuanming!" On his side, Hu Yan Jiner sneered and shot at Xuan Ming.

What is this? Front and back attack? Or is there a wolf in front and a tiger in the back?!

Xuan Ming sneered, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and then became firm. With his hand, a small silver axe has already floated in front of him. At this time, Xitong Huyan Jiner's attack was also close in front of him.

Seeing Xuan Ming offering a silver axe in a hurry, Xi Tong couldn't help frowning slightly. When the sword pierced Xuanming, he waved his dagger again. Three swords in a row gradually contain the power of thunder and lightning.

However, just as the sword light shot at Xuanming, the silver axe suddenly sounded a silver bright sword. A sonorous and powerful sound, and at the same time, a white light shot out of the small axe, like a light wall, protecting Xuanming's regiment. After a burst of sound of gold and iron, the three swordsmanships fired by Xitong have disappeared. Even Huyan Jiner's thunderbolt was swallowed by the light wall.

"Open the sky axe..." Holding the injured Di Yu, the man in brocade looked at the silver axe and couldn't help exclaiming.

"Is that a sky axe?" Di Yu's color changed, and the hand on the shoulder of the man in brocade was clenched. He asked urgently, "Yi Xiao, you can see it clearly. Is this the sky axe?"

Faced with Di Yu's eagerness, Yixiao's expression remained unchanged, and he replied lightly, "No, it's just that the breath is a little similar."

Di Yu looked at the little axe and couldn't help but feel a little sorry: "Yes, how can I forget that the sky axe has already disintegrated into the four innate treasures, and how can it appear in the hands of Xuanming?"

He also said no and replied with a faint smile. Unfortunately, Di Yu did not look back. Otherwise, he would have seen that Yixiao's indifferent look was full of disdain and disgust, as well as the heat when he looked at Xuanming.

Unfortunately, no one saw it, and no one knew that when Xuanming sacrificed the silver axe, his bright eyes were full of heat and excitement.

After swallowing the sword light in the light curtain. Then came a moment of silence. Quiet as if no one.

Then, another sword sound suddenly sounded, and the voice was clear, like thunder. Then, the light curtain rose sharply, and several white sword lights burst out of the light, shooting quickly to Xitong and Huyan Jiner along the path when the sword light came.

Analysis Tong was shocked and retreated. However, Jianman's crazy speed is not comparable to Tong's hasty retreat at this moment.

The sword was like a meteor, and it came in front of him for a moment. Then analyzed Tong's pale face and passed through his chest.

After a sudden outbreak, the light curtain quietly fell down, and a distressed Xuanming appeared. Xuan Ming reached out and took the cold sword that flew back quickly, looked carefully at the silver axe, and put away its treasure painfully.

He deeply remembers that when the old man gave it to him, he said that the axe could only be used three times at most. After using it this time, it will be missing once!

He put away the little axe, and Xuanming looked pale at Xitong, who was also seriously injured now. With a wave of the cold sword, he looked at Yixiao, who looked a little strange. I can't help frowning.

This man in brocade is so weird.

Looking at the man in brocade, he obviously knew the power of the axe, but he could save the three partners several times, but why didn't he do it?

Yes, even the sword that attacked Di Yu before, although it was a little difficult to crack, he could save Di Yu under the light of the sword. But why didn't he save him?

Just when Xuan Ming was puzzled, Xi Tong on the opposite side shouted and raised his sword and rushed again.

Looking like that, there is a desperate posture.

"You shouldn't have hurt her!" Xitong's sword came and said viciously to Xuanming.

Xuan Ming dodged in embarrassment and looked at Hu Yan Jiner with a pale face. The cold sword sounded slightly, and a sword shot at Huyan Jiner.

Unexpectedly, Xuan Ming did not dodge, but shot Hu Yan Jiner with a sword. However, it was too late to save him. Looking at Hu Yanjin'er's pale little face, he exclaimed sadly. Another sword hit Xuan Ming fiercely.

Xuan Ming gritted his teeth in pain, regardless of a sword, opened Huyan Jiner's long gun, and a sword stabbed Huyan Jiner's chest. Behind him, Xi Tong sent another sword.

At this time, Di Yu's iron fist also waved heavily towards Xuan Ming again. Several pressures, but Xuanming can't hide.

However, at this time, Yixiao, who had been smiling warmly, also moved.

moved gently.

The gorgeous sleeve robe embroidered with silver cloud brocade gently brushed the three people. But with irresistible force, he rolled up Xuanming again and fell far away. However, it also avoids the possibility of serious injury.

Xuan Ming eats pain and pales his lips. He gritted his teeth and looked at Yixiao.

Are you finally going to take action?

Holding the sword tightly, Xuan Ming had to admit that he was very nervous at this moment. In the tension, there is still a trace of excitement.

That's the unique excitement in the face of a strong enemy.

"Yixiao, what are you doing?" Di Yu couldn't help but be a little angry.

"I'll do it!" Yixiao looked at Xuanming and did not look back, but said lightly.

I don't know why Yixiao, who has always liked to do it, suddenly did it this time. Di Yu couldn't help frowning and glance at Xuan Ming. However, he didn't say anything, but took a step back. Obviously agreed to Yixiao's request.

Xi Tong looked at Xuan Ming coldly, snorted coldly, and also retreated aside with Hu Yan Jiner.

The rest of Yixiao stood with his hands behind his hand and looked at Xuanming slowly getting up from the ground with a faint smile.

Xuanming stood up from the ground and looked at the robe that had turned red on his body with some disgust. The fall just made the shield beside him burst. Dirty blood stained the white robe.

Looking at the blood all over her body, Xuan Ming couldn't help frowning deeply. The corners of the pale mouth moved slightly, and a purification spell melted away the blood from top to bottom. With a deep cleanliness fetish, he can't stand his dirty self at all. Even with the little spiritual power left, he must keep his body clean.

However, he didn't know that when he carried his only little spiritual power to open the purification spell, he smiled faintly and opened a gentle smile again. That smile is as warm as spring, and there is a lot of missing and respect in my eyes.

Xuan Ming's behavior just reminded him of a person, a person who made him swear his loyalty to death.

"Is it okay? Okay, shall we do it?" He smiled and said in a discussion tone to Xuan Ming, who was still looking at his clothes with a picky face.

"It's okay!" Xuan Ming was slightly stunned, and then stroked his clothes again before raising his eyebrows at Yixiao.

"Well, let's get started?" Yixiao still stood with her hands behind her back.

Xuanming also knew that Yixiao was a strong enemy, and the seriously injured Xuanming no longer shirked. First, he sacrificed the cold sword and rushed up. Due to the consumption of spiritual power, Xuanming's veins at this moment have shown signs of drying up. At this moment, the light and power of the cold sword have long disappeared from the previous strong pressure.

This time, if you want to defeat Yixiao, unless you are lucky.