Chapter 220 Real Killing

"How many people come? How is your strength? Where is it now? Red sandalwood asked and walked to the bow of the boat.

"There are only eight people coming, and the momentum is amazing. We can't estimate the strength. Now it's on the coast." The soldiers reported quickly.

The ship was about to dock, and on the dark shore, eight figures stood there undisguisedly. There were only eight people, and the momentum actually forced these hundred people!

"What a strong momentum." Xiao Tiange's eyes were awe-sighted, and the momentum on his body was fully open. Before he reached the shore, he enveloped him in front of him.

"It's really a rare strong." Hao Lianyue smiled elegantly, but the momentum all over his body was not missing.

"It seems that this is the real trouble." Although Wu Cang Juelan's hands could not move, it did not affect his ability to come out.

Although the three of them went all out, they were not nervous, but Red Sandalwood didn't know why his whole expression was not normal from the beginning. At this moment, he almost didn't want to let go of his aura. Hearing the words, he received: "This is the real killing move."

The boat finally landed, but the eight people were just far away from them and did not do it immediately.

Step into the shore, Bai Mang automatically clothed the array team. The red sandalwood caught a glimpse of the dark voice and said, "No, get out of here, right now!"

The strength of these people is almost comparable to that of the four of them. Bai Mang's strength is the best in the army, but it is too weak in front of these people.

Curse sneered and said, "Son, we can't leave."

The momentum of the eight people who seemed to turn a blind eye to them and the look of the four people who have already become serious and can't be more serious. How can he not see how dangerous it is?

"Yes, Commander, we won't go, and we will protect you even if we die!" A neat voice came from the Iron-blooded Legion.

The red sandalwood's eyes kept looking at the eight people in front of him. The sea breeze blew up the blue clothes and floated, and the arc was cold.

She didn't speak harshly, but said quietly as usual, "If you stay, it will only become a burden for me."

At this level of tricks, it is impossible for her to take care of them.

In just one sentence, the 300 people who persisted listened and stopped. They can use their lives to protect their leaders, but if they become a burden to the leaders, it is by no means what they want.

There was no sound, but the footsteps were retreating.

"We have said, let them go?" The one in the middle of the eight people who had been motionless suddenly made a sound. With this sound, there was a bright color in the air. The soldier who retreated to the front suddenly grabbed his neck and pulled his whole body a few times and fell to the ground.

You don't have to look at it. I'm out of breath.

"It seems that today is not a good end." Red sandalwood took a breath and shouted to Bai Mang, who clenched the weapon, "Take care of your life."

At the same time, the four people passed by at a glance. Hao Lianliuyue and Xiao Tiange sent their weapons at the same time to entangled the two people. And the red sandalwood stood motionless in front of Wucang Juelan and looked at it. Wu Cang Juelan's hand can't hold the sword at this moment, and it has no combat effectiveness at all.

The form is critical. Four people are entangled by Xiao Tiange and Hao Lianliuyue, but they are one against two at the same level. No matter how strong they are, they are dangerous step by step. And the other party's four, like ghosts, separated two to deal with Bai Mang, and the other two coincidentally attacked the red sandalwood and Wucang Juelan.

The thin whip was in her hand, her eyes were cold and hard, and her hands were waving tightly.

Two knives rotated around her at a strange angle and speed. She was hard with one against two, not to mention that she had to protect the enlightenment behind her.

"Wo--" The red sandalwood's eyes were cold, and the knife just came from her right shoulder. She was busy dealing with the one on the left. She thought she was going to eat a knife, but the person behind her pulled her, and the blade wiped the clothes of the two people.

"Humph!" With a cold hum, a knife fell into the air, and the tip of the knife turned and made waves again.

Gradually, the comer also seemed to find that her weakness was the person behind him who had a lot of power but had no place to play now. The two looked at each other and put down the red sandalwood. Most of the attacks went behind her.

The red sandalwood said it was terrible. She could still feel it when dealing with her. Now she is dealing with him--

"Magnet--" and "Wo-" Several swords were attacked. One person attacked her and the other attacked him. The red sandalwood made a wrong mobile phone. He only had time to block the sword attacking him and try to avoid his important parts. Unexpectedly, five holes were cracked on his body in an instant, and the blood stained with blue clothes and his pupils were cold.

"Amu!" He looked at the blood-stained person in front of him. There was a storm in Danfeng's eyes. Damn it, he actually hurt her. When these hands were not bad, they were useless at the critical moment. What's the use of them?

His heart is tight, but his feet move quickly. Now he can't use his hands, and he should work harder on his feet.

The cold wind roars at the seaside, and the shore is covered with blood.

Xiao Tiange, Hao Lian Liuyue, one against two, was injured after all, and the more weak they went to the back, the more weak they became. There were more and more wounds on their bodies, and their faces were completely pale. At this moment, the two peerless strong men are just stubborn.

Bai Mang suffered heavy casualties. The two people met 300 Bai Mang, and they actually killed one-sidedly. The ground was full of moaning soldiers. The blood, stained with sand, flowed into the sea, and was swallowed by the sea.

The red sandalwood's hand holding the whip was full of blood. Her own blood, the situation behind him was even worse. The tight feet were full of wounds, and even stood trembling. But he was still holding on, looking at the other party's knife and her situation.

"No more blocking for me!" The red sandalwood bit his lower lip. This idiot couldn't exert half of his strength and blocked it for her. Damn, now she is better than him. What is he doing?

Her cold eyes were so dark that she could almost drip iron water. Although she tried her best to deal with the sharp attack of the other party, she was still stabbed on her left shoulder. She waved her right arm and didn't feel it. She was a machine at this moment, only knew how to attack, resist, and go back and forth.

Strong, the opponent is so strong and weak. As the blood flow from the body becomes more and more weak, the heavier and heavier smell of blood poured into her respiratory tract. Her head suddenly began to faint. There are countless knife lights in front of her, which one is killing her? Suddenly, she couldn't tell the difference, and the whip in her hand didn't know which direction to wave.

Wu Cang Juelan blocked the attack on the left side with his feet. Looking up, his whole body was suddenly struck by lightning!

"Amu--!" The tearing call penetrated the whole coast, and countless eyes looked here without thinking. The bloody woman stood in a daze, and the blue bell at her waist swayed crazily but strangely without making a sound. And a knife light is as fast as a thunder piercing her heart. The speed is like electricity and light. Even if it is as close as the world, it can't be saved at this moment.

Between heaven and earth, time seems to be still, and the lightning-fast sword blooms clearly in front of us like a slow motion. Suddenly, a sound came from the space. The sound was like a silk line floating between heaven and earth, brushing the ancient branches, the mountains and grasslands, and between the ten fingers of people - a drop of blood.

Yes, a drop of blood, no more, no less. From there, it is no doubt whether it is a seemingly slow but fast or really slow sword dripping into the sand.

"Ah! My hand." The hand holding the sword trembled, and finally couldn't hold it and let the sword fall to the ground.

"Amu." After a moment of death, Wu Cang Juelan quickly took her falling body and shook her gently and said, "Amu, how are you?"

The chaotic sight of the red sandalwood was a little clearer. Just now, the chaotic fight suddenly stopped for a moment. When did the tone in the ear appear? This sound is like the sound of a pipa. And the pipa... There was something flashing in her turbid mind, supporting him to stand up. In his eyes, she saw a woman in a cyan robe walking gently around the place where the pipa was stained with blood. The impartial steps, the slightly drooping eyes, and the light curvature of pink lips were so familiar.

"Here you are." I don't know why, under such circumstances, she was relieved to see her appear.

"I'm coming." The pink lips opened gently, but the ten fingers kept sketching the pipa in his arms for a moment.

The woman came to her step by step, and her pace was very steady. Along the way, no one came forward to block her, but no one was invincible.

"Butterfly bone!" The eight people were frightened, and their eyes shot at the water nightingale like electricity. They said in a low voice, "Guardian, our well water does not violate the river. Why do you want to do bad things to my king?"

The pink lips gently raised, and the sound of the water nightingale was like a nightingale. She turned up gently: "In my eyes, there is no king of yours, and there is no great person of any clan. Only--" The half-pulled eyes accurately said in the direction of the red sandalwood: "She."

"What! Is she--" One of them's hasty voice was cut off by the sound of the pipa.

Eight people, who had killed eight people who had not died for so long, unexpectedly died unexpectedly.

"You!" The seven people were angry and gritted their teeth and said, "The owner of the butterfly bone is indeed very strong, but as the eight guardians, we are not soft persimmons. Wang's task has never been completed. The seven of us work together to deal with you, but we don't believe that you won't die!"

"Please go." The graceful and beautiful voice was soft, and her footsteps had stopped in front of the red sandalwood.

"They are very strong." Red sandalwood leaned his body against Wucang Juelan and said weakly, "You should be careful."

Since she came to save them, it was obviously impossible for her to let her go again. She just has an inexplicable feeling that the woman holding the pipa in front of her will save her with her life and will never flinch because of anything, even her. Therefore, she will not hypocritically say that it is dangerous here. You can go quickly. She has no combat effectiveness. Only by escaping to a safe place as soon as possible will she get out at ease.

Thinking of this, she tightened his arm, but her eyes looked at the woman and said to him, "Let's go."

The water nightingale smiled gently. She knew her and understood her so well. She was very happy. Even if she died, it was right. If one day I can't appear in front of you again, you have to remember to go to the cloud lake.