Fatty Ouyang Wuji is also trying to forgive the thin and lean opponent in front of him. The body movements of this type of person are usually very agile and good at winning with speed. He can be said to be the only fastest martial arts in the world. If he had not had Lingbo Weibu, he had lost half of his opponent before he could face such an opponent. After all, his body is piled up here, and anyone will ignore his speed and agility and attack him as a weakness. But isn't this a very tempting pit?

The thin man in blood-clothed clothes swung his body and suddenly appeared on the left side of the fat man in the next second. There were suddenly two short daggers with cold lights between his hands, one left and one right, and two daggers were released at the same time. One dagger cuts across his ribs, and one dagger pierces from top to bottom towards his shoulders and arms.

The fat man seemed to be shocked by this sudden attack, trembling all over, his feet tilted, and he staggered to the side, but by chance he avoided the other party's two daggers and barely avoided the blood-splashing disaster. Is it a coincidence, or a deliberate act?

The thin man in blood-clothed clothes was useless and floated back away, and retreated faster than the wind, as if he had been standing there, never moving a step.

The fat Ouyang Wuji took a heavy breath, reached out to wipe away the scared sweat dripping from his face, and looked at the other person with a panic look on his face.

The thin man in blood also took a deep breath and smiled coldly, as if he had finally seen a pile of flesh on the anvil, which could win back some face for the Blood Shadow Building. It seemed that he had seen the tragic appearance of the fat man being cut by a knife. Kill! A secret shout in his heart, a little bit under his feet, and a swaying body, instantly appeared behind Ouyang Wuji. The two daggers were out again and penetrated directly into the two kidneys behind the other party's waist. If he was unfortunately stabbed to death, he would only have half his life left.

Little did he know that the fat man staggered again, his clumsy body pounced forward, and the sharp dagger was almost slashing against his back. It was another coincidence? I was afraid that he could not even convince himself, and all the two-way killing attacks were gone. Even if the other party was fully prepared, it would be difficult to resolve it so easily. Four words suddenly flashed in the man in blood-clothed mind; pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!

How could a person who can fight calmly at this level be a rookie lamb? The thin man in blood suddenly despises himself a little and makes such a low-level mistake.

The only thing that is, this fat man can fool a large number of people without acting. The series of staggers, stumbles, and slants seem to be panicked and clumsy, but when you think about it carefully, it is so wonderful that it seems to be clear about your intentions, the direction and route of your moves. If you have superb strength and incomparable confidence, how dare you take risks with yourself like this? You will regard the person you are fooled from beginning to end. As soon as you think of this, you will not feel sweating in your vest, and you will still dare to continue to attack rashly. It is clear that the other party is either digging a hole or teasing yourself.

Roar! Just as the thin man in blood was unable to strike again, his body was about to float away when he suddenly heard a shocking lion roar. He suddenly felt his forehead trembling, his ears buzzing, his whole body was suffocating, his legs were a little out of control, and he felt very difficult to move. Fortunately, he had a certain distance from the other party and left the effective attack range.

Knock! The big sword was unsheathed, weighing fifty kilograms, but it was lifted lightly in the fat man's hand. He pulled out a sword flower in the air, and his seemingly clumsy body rushed to the thin blood-clothed man in a crooked manner. The speed seemed slow and fast, otherwise how could the other party not have time to retreat and avoid it?

With one wrist, one sword, three combos, the momentum swallowed the sky and the earth. It was straightforward and unyielding, without any fancy void styles, the sword splits the mountains and splits the stones.

As if he was intimidated by the opponent's sacrificial momentum of the swallowing sky, the thin man in blood dared not take action head-on to fight. The two daggers hid behind the elbow, and their thin body flashed and moved in a row, intending to get rid of the opponent's sword force. He was shocked to find that he had been locked firmly by an extremely powerful aura, and no matter where he moved, there was a surging sword light rushing across. All directions and angles were shrouded under the opponent's sharp sword energy. The so-called speed had become a joke at this moment, and there was no use of skills. If there was no real knowledge at this time, he could only wait to be dismembered.

As a killer of the word "Heaven", how could he be an idiot? A dagger flashed and suddenly penetrated the sword shadow in the sky, and strangely cut his legs toward the other party's lower legs.

The opponent actually squatted against the ground and attacked and attacked. Ouyang Wuji was shocked and realized that it was half a minute late. The dagger light cut through the trouser legs and even injured the cortical skin. A pain came from his legs, and he was obviously injured.

The thin and blood-clothed man took advantage of the slightest stagnation of the opponent's sword, and the two daggers produced a glimmer of light and cut left and right, slashing left and right, specializing in the lower part of the opponent's waist, and striving to kill in a series of quick and fierce manner.

Lingbo's slight steps! Ouyang Wuji's body looks like a wave, and it seems dangerous when it is up and down, but the dagger always passes through his body, and he always has no danger.

The thin man in blood took the lead and his momentum soared. A strong and fierce attack forced the opponent to dodge left and right, and had to return to the sword to protect himself.

Ouyang Wuji turned his body and swung his sword, blocking all the dagger attacks that the opponent was attacking. The thin blood-clothed man's right hand sank along the opponent's sword force, flipped from bottom to top, and suddenly stabbed the opponent's lower abdomen. His left hand was not idle either, and he drew a strange cold light, which directly pierced Ouyang Wuji's right chest from an incredible angle. He was extremely fierce and tricky in one move.

The sword shadow dagger light, everything happened too quickly, and the naked eye could not keep up with the change. The thrilling battle between lightning and flinch stopped abruptly. The thin man in blood still kept kneeling on one knee, with two daggers in his hand, one dagger cut his belly, and one dagger stabbed his chest, and it was frozen.

The fat man's clothes on his chest were shattered, and the soft golden silk armor inside was revealed, and no blood stains were oozing. At this time, Ouyang Wuji was glaring at the garden, holding the sword in both hands and pointing to the ground diagonally.

The scene was strangely still, who won and who lost?

Roar! The fat man suddenly let out a lion roar again, and the thin man in blood-clothed kneeled and suddenly shook his whole body suddenly split from the middle, and blood burst into pieces, and a pile of meat slid down the ground.

The killer with the word "Tian" was dismembered by a sword. The scene was bloody and tragic. This was the fate of the killer. No one exclaimed and sighed, but there was a little bloody in the quiet air, and there was also a little murderous intent caused by anger.

The scene fell into a brief silence, and neither side continued to send people to the scene, as if they were considering how to deal with it next? Blood Film Studio lost consecutive battles, three killers of the Tianzi level, two were cut off their heads, and one of them was even more tragically split into two pieces. Not only was the loss immeasurable, but the reputation was also lost and the face was dull. There was no chance of winning in the next two games, and there might be two more corpses with broken limbs and broken arms. The only advantage at the moment is that the number of people is more than ten times better than the other party, and it is not impossible to surround and kill them.

The man in golden clothes kept scanning Lu Suifeng and his men, hesitating for a moment and it was difficult to make a decision.

In fact, once these killers appear from the darkness, they are no longer in danger. Lu Suifeng alone can kill them in an instant.

However, the blood film studio has to face the endless entanglement and attacks. This is just a relatively important nest for the other party. There should be many such places. It is not a wise move to continue to kill one by one. Now that the evil power has been established, the other party has damaged three killers of the Tianzi level. If they can sit down and talk, they may be able to relieve their past grudges and make them give up their mission, because this bone is really difficult to chew, and they have lost a few teeth, but they have not even gained a single hair.

However, at this moment, eleven people in blood-clothed clothes with the word "earth" hanging around their waists seemed to have received some instructions in secret, and walked out first, with a cold and fierce momentum, and each of them had the strength of the middle level of the life and death realm.

A man in silver-clothed with a sword mark on his forehead licked his lips like blood-devouring, and said coldly: "Sneak attack and assassination are our professional functions, but I didn't expect that today I was under the sneak attack and plot against you. If this revenge is not avenged, there is no need for the name of the Blood Shadow Building."

After the man in silver finished speaking, he swept his hand and the group of men in blood seemed to have received some instructions. The blood shadow flashed in succession. Hundreds of people shuttled and exchanged positions. It seemed to be in chaos, but in fact it was orderly in chaos. It seemed to have received thousands of trainings. During the breath, it quickly combined into eleven camps, with no less than ten people in each camp. The strategic intention was clear and clear. Each ten camp would surround and kill one of the opponent, and it was inevitable to kill!

"Kill! No one left!" The man in silver shouted coldly and issued the final kill order decisively.

Eleven camps joined forces to gather Qi and condense the energy, and they all emitted storms like storms from the air.

The violent qi and force were like a torrent of rushing and crushing, and each qi swelled towards one person. In an instant, the eleven people from the other side were forcibly isolated, forming a battle pattern between a single tiger and a group of wolves.

This is a strategic battle situation, with the masses torture the few and divide the numbers to kill. These killers are well-trained, and they cooperate with each other very well. They are orderly in offense, defense, advance and retreat, and attacks are tricky and vicious. Everyone is not afraid of death, but only seeks to hurt the enemy and kill the enemy, not seeks to protect themselves, which is extremely difficult to deal with.

Lu Suifeng and others were isolated by the other party during their breathing. Each of them fell into the desperate siege of more than ten people on the other party. The situation was worrying and it was not optimistic.

For a moment, in the empty cave, sword lights scattered, sword shadows flew, blood light burst out, and screamed and roared, and clanging sounds came one after another, endlessly. The violent cyclones roared and roared, and the rocks on the mountain walls trembled.

Looking at the overall situation, the situation in the Blood Film Studio is dominant and the situation looks very good. The opponents are struggling to hold on with heavy strangulation. It is only a matter of time before the defeat is just a matter of time. There is almost no suspense in the outcome of this battle.

Only the man in gold did not think so. His eyebrows were deeply locked at this time, and a slightly solemn look appeared in his eyes like an ancient well. He seemed to see more clearly than everyone. Although the other party was surrounded by a large siege, he was fighting against the crowd with few people, and seemed to be blocking the left and right, and was surrounded by danger. However, at this time, no one was severely injured or strangled to death on the spot.
Chapter completed!