In an instant, the entire fugitive team was in chaos. Deng Duxiu tried his best to swing his sword, but the rain of arrows was too dense.

Seeing that the two rockets were about to stab him in the cheek, they couldn't dodge them, suddenly, a big hand slapped them and slapped the two rockets away.

He looked closely and found that it was the young man in blood who took action.

He remembered that there was a figure of this person just at the end of the team. Could it be that this guy deliberately fell behind and waited for him?

This thought just flashed, and he continued to run wildly.

After the rain of arrows, the fugitives had already turned a corner of the street and immediately ran away.

"Go to the left and you will die without leaving the city."

The young man in blood shouted loudly, and as he spoke, he hugged Deng Duxiu's shoulder.

Deng Duxiu's shoulders cooled down and looked at them. Under the cold moonlight, he saw clearly that the young man in blood was wearing rough clothes and had a handsome appearance and suddenly became disgusting. He was about to push him away, but suddenly the wind blew under his feet, and he was able to run away.

"I didn't expect that you were a warlock, so bloody, I admire you."

The young man in blood held Deng Duxiu and ran wildly, his speed was as fast as the galloping horse, and he could still speak calmly.

Deng Duxiu was secretly shocked, "This is at least the ability to be at the peak of Mingjin. This guy is almost the same age as himself, so how can he practice this ability?"

Since the appearance of the Guzhu, he has been deliberately concealing his identity as a martial artist. Even if he waved the Park Knife just now, he did not use all his strength.

It is an iron rule that immortal martial arts cannot be practiced together. He will never reveal his secrets unless he has to.

The young man in blood took Deng Duxiu and rushed wildly. Soon after, he arrived by the city wall, and the large fugitives basically arrived.

However, the city is so powerful that many prisoners are unable to climb, as anxious as ants.

Deng Duxiu leaned into his waist and took out the thousand-string silk.

This thing was entangled by him on the Silver Snake Sword, and he made a knot, and then used it at the critical moment.

As soon as he was about to move, he heard the young man in blood shouting angrily, "Come with me!"

The prisoners stared at him inexplicably.

"What kind of demon is this?"

Deng Duxiu was confused.

The young man in blood was like an arrow leaving the string, shooting straight into the city gate.

The night patrol was on duty, and the birds and beasts had already scattered under the impact of the large army, without stopping them.

Suddenly, the young man in blood raised his smoke all over his body, as if he turned into a cannonball that had been released from his body, and it hit the city gate with a loud bang, and a thunderbolt appeared in half a day.

The city gate, which was half red and wide, was knocked out of a big hole in the shape of a human.

"roar!"

The fugitives shouted loudly, almost shaking through the sky, and they were like crazy, rushing out of the hole, and then scattered into the dark wilderness. No one looked at the young man in blood who was spitting blood on the wall at the gate.

"This is a thirteenth child."

Deng Duxiu was unable to complain, so he took out a bottle of Ningyang Powder and stuffed it into his hand, "Give it, don't pretend to be uncomfortable Ski."

"What Ski."

The young man in blood was not polite, and he raised his head and dried a bottle of Ningyang San, and suddenly a red glow surged.

"I can't afford to worry about this urgent situation. Xu left first, and there will be a date later."

Deng Wenxiu bowed and rushed towards the dark wilderness.

Unexpectedly, he moved and was then held by the young man in blood, "How can I not repay my life-saving grace? You are slow, I will give you another trip."

As he said that, he actually ran up with Deng Duxiu again.

"I'm afraid this person is not a party member, right?"

Deng Duxiu was secretly frightened. He just pulled out two dragon lock nails from the young man in blood in the prison. The guy had only breathed a sigh of relief. He replenished some purple blood pills and immediately became fierce.

After running all the way, he broke through the city gate again and spitted half a bucket of blood. Now he was going to take him and Deng Duxiu to run again.

The rustling rustled, and a large forest fell backwards quickly, and the strong wind blew on the face.

After running for more than ten miles in one breath, Deng Duxiu wanted to breathe a sigh of relief. Suddenly, a strong wind came from behind.

"Don't move, find an opportunity to leave yourself."

The young man in blood pressed Deng Duxiu into a talented thatched man, without any stagnation, but turned around and ran eastward.

Deng Duxiu lay in the grass nest, motionless, and even stopped breathing.

Wow, a stunning strong wind came, and a large area of ​​thatch fell down, and under the dark moon, Hong Cheng spread his arms as if he had been a goshawk, his feet were a little on the treetops and slid several feet, as if flying in the wind.

"The body is light and resistant to grass. This old Yin has advanced to the bone forging realm. The realm is one line away. The distance between life and death, can the Thirteenth child escape."

Deng Duxiu muttered.

The strong wind disappeared from my ears, Deng Duxiu stood up and hurriedly flew away in the distance. He secretly gave himself peace of mind: Even if I leaned over, I couldn't help Thirteenth Baby, so I'd better not add any burden to him.

Deng Duxiucai escaped a mile away, and on the slope several miles away, Hong Cheng caught up with the young man in blood.

The night wind was flying, and the two were about five feet apart. The young man in blood captured Deng Duxiu's simple knife with one palm, stared at Hong Cheng, and thought to himself, "The useless man should have gone far."

The strong wind whistled, pulling his ink-like hair like a waterfall. Suddenly, his starry eyes burst into cold light and attacked first.

The white-like Pu Dao pulled several swords in the air, and then chopped three times like lightning. After two clatters, Hong Cheng's clothes were peeled off with a puff.

"Silent knife!"

Hong Cheng retreated several feet apart, but the contempt in his eyes had disappeared. The broad sword in his palm reflected the moonlight, shining with a cold light, staring at the plain sword in the young man in blood.

He was careless just now when the battle was in progress, and he did not expect that the young man in blood would have the means of silent sword.

The knife was released silently, and even the strong wind was cut off by the sword force.

The magical skill of telling him to distinguish positions by listening to the sound has no place to use it.

"Some skills, no wonder you dare to cut off the back alone in the previous robbery.

Unfortunately, you only have the peak of Mingjin. The gap in realm is difficult to make up by skills alone. Just surrender!"

Hong Cheng shouted loudly, his figure suddenly spiraled and the broad sword in his palm rolled into a storm, and ordinary people couldn't see his movements clearly.

Dangdangdangdangdang, after the sound of two swords fighting like a rain, the two figures separated, Hong Cheng's face was as deep as water, and his left hand holding the knife was trembling slightly.

Although the young man in blood-clothed hand held the knife calmly, the knife in his palm was already covered with gaps.

"What a pity. I thought you could have a good time with me, but now I can only let you lie down first."

Hong Cheng let out a long roar, and the knife technique as dense as rainstorm spun out again. Dang ding . Just two blows, the Park knife in the blood-clothed young man's palm broke from the middle.

Hong Cheng sneered, and took the flower with a long sword and took the blood-clothing Qingzhong Road. The young man in blood stretched out his hand and took it towards the blade.

"Breaking the blade with empty hands, seeking death."

Hong Cheng smiled grimly, with a big hand, and a broad sword whirled in his palm, cutting it straight towards the palm of the young man in blood.

At this moment, the young man in blood suddenly swung the broken knife and took Hong Cheng's left shoulder. Hong Cheng turned his body and avoided it lightly.

Unexpectedly, the broken knife actually took off his hand and circled around the neck of the young man in blood, cutting Hong Cheng's head straight.

"Return Wind Slash!"
Chapter completed!