at this time.

Fourteen people surrounded Pei Lingyu's convoy. There was no way to go in front of the bridge and there was a blockage behind it. Some of the fourteen people stood in the middle of the bridge, while some were independent of the fence.

The only thing that remains unchanged is their solemn faces and their cold aura.

The road of the bridge was covered with corpses, and almost all dozens of people under Pei Lingyu were killed, leaving only the great man surnamed Chen and three lucky soldiers.

But even the great man surnamed Chen had his right arm cut off at this time and his combat power was less than half.

Pei Lingyu held two sledgehammers in his hand, and his armor was stained with blood. He hammered the two corpses of the opponent. He kicked the toes and kicked one corpse at the opponent, and then followed it. The sledgehammer was pressed down with an unstoppable force and smashed the man quickly, immediately smashing the man into blood and blood.

Turning around and sweeping across the hammer, forcing the other thirteen people who were walking back, holding two sledgehammers, panting.

At this tense moment, the fearless thirteen people gave up a way, and a middle-aged man in a cloak walked out.

He put his hands in his sleeves, his hair was gray, his slender eyes showed a cold look, and two slender demon swords behind his waist slowly walked in, as if he was sure to win.

"I am worthy of being the eldest lady of the Pei family. The strength of fighting to the death is so strong!"

This man's words were sharp and harsh, and it made Pei Lingyu's face even colder.

"No need to pretend, Tuoba Bodhisattva's dark team is ninth, Yin Bugui!"

Pei Lingyu stood on the ground with both hammers, with blood dripping on her face, but said without showing any weakness in her mouth.

"Hahahaha~" Yin Bugui laughed sharply, and a harsh voice spread all around him.

"It's not that I don't care about women, it's that women like you are really not adorable. There's no way, I can only kill you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Pei Lingyu's eyes widened. In front of her, two scarlet demon swords were already coming. There was no time to react, and the hammer didn't even have the chance to lift it.

"it's over……"

Yin Bugui whispered in his heart.

But unfortunately, a short stick with eyebrows penetrated straight, just knocking the two demon swords away, and the short stick rotated in the air and fell into the ground.

"Ling Yu, you are optimistic about Xiaoyuan, I will deal with this person."

A sound came from the carriage. The old man lifted the curtain and walked off the carriage with a calm expression on his face, facing the cold Yin Bugui.

"Zhao Lao, he is very powerful."

Pei Lingyu couldn't even take a single move, so he naturally said so.

The old man named Zumaoshan slowly walked to Qimeishang: "Of course you can't beat the real second-grade one."

Yin Bugui narrowed his eyes and placed his swords solemnly on his chest.

"There are masters! This old guy Pei Yuan is indeed as our master said, not a simple-minded reckless man.

If you sign up, our family will not kill the nameless people.”

Zu Maoshan held the top of the stick in his right hand, pulled it out of the land, and took it casually, and the tip of the stick reached the ground.

"As an old man, there is no name. When you arrive at the Hall of Hell, you don't have to mention me."

Zu Maoshan had originally lowered his eyebrows, but suddenly raised his eyes, shot murderous intently, stepped out, and ran straight in with a long stick!

The second-grade Yin Bugui holds a double sword in his hand. He is good at the dazzling method of double swords. He pursues a fast, but at this moment he feels that he is surprisingly slow.

He tried hard to cross his swords, but he could only block the straight shot.

But despite this, he still retreated thirty meters and plowed two deep grooves into the bridge deck.

Yin Bugui's eyes widened after the scarlet swords and looked at the old man who seemed nothing was wrong in front of him in disbelief.

"First-grade?"

Zu Maoshan's face remained unchanged: "Don't consider your ignorance as satisfaction. Those who can beat you without the power to fight back are not necessarily first-rate."

Zu Maoshan's words obviously told Yin Bugui that he was not a first-class, but a first-class, but even a first-class, he still attacked Yin Bugui, so he could only resist and dare not attack.

Yin Bugui was first surprised, then smiled strangely.

"The second brother had expected that there must be a master around Pei Xiaoyuan. I didn't believe it at first, haha~ Old man, I can't beat you, but... it's okay to restrain you for a while!"

When Yin Bugui said this, Zu Maoshan's expression tightened, which was exactly what he was worried about.

Pei Lingyu comforted Pei Xiaoyuan in the carriage, walked out of the carriage, lifted the hammers, stood firmly in front of the carriage, and looked at the remaining thirteen black-clothed assassins around.

Zu Maoshan understood Pei Lingyu's idea, and immediately stepped forward, used the Thousand-Minute Stick Art, striving to kill Yin Bugui in the shortest time.

Not to mention how crazy Zumaoshan's attack was, Pei Lingyu gradually couldn't resist it.

It was originally a hammer, and it was very difficult to wield, not to mention protection, not to fight, which was even more physically exhausted. However, if you blocked three waves and killed three people, Pei Lingyu was already sweating profusely, gasping for breath, and his chest was undulating.

"Hahahaha...Old guy! You can't kill me!"

Although Yin Bugui resisted the difficulties, he never died. When he sensed Pei Lingyu's condition getting worse and worse, he screamed wildly in excitement.

"Your lady can't hold on anymore. You accept your fate, old guy! Hahahaha..."

Yin Bugui's mouth was bleeding, and he was obviously seriously injured, but even so, he still shouted excitedly.

The more Zu Maoshan fought, the more he felt something was wrong. Yin Bugui was definitely not a dead soldier. Since that was the case, why did he have to fight so hard?

Zu Maoshan suddenly reacted and turned around and shouted at Pei Lingyu in panic: "Lingyu! Be careful!"

Pei Lingyu turned his head in surprise, and a dagger had reached her chest at some point and penetrated her heart.

Yin Bugui shouted excitedly: "Do you think I'm the only one? Hahaha! How can you think of the second brother's plan? Prepare for the future, the second brother is the most secure. No one can save this woman, and no one can stop me from secretly trying to use it!"

Pei Xiaoyuan quietly lifted the curtain of the carriage door. Seeing this scene, he screamed in panic: "Sister!"

Hu Yinpu, the tenth among the twelve hidden hands, is a very short man who is middle-aged. Although he ranks tenth in the hidden hands, he is an existence that no one dares to underestimate him except the first one.

His ability is hiding and assassinating. The person he targets is destined to die.

At this time, his dagger was approaching Pei Lingyu's chest. Hu Yinpu was sure that the other party had no choice but to escape.

"Even the Daluo God, don't even think of saving you!"

Pei Lingyu felt extremely sad: "Am I going to die?" The dagger came and had no way to resist! What she was afraid of was not death. As a woman who strives to understand the aspirations of the princes, death is not scary. What was scary is that she failed to protect Xiaoyuan, how powerless this made her feel?

But just as Pei Lingyu was desperate, when Hu Yinpu finished speaking, a thick magnetic sound came from his left hand.

"Yeah?"
Chapter completed!