Cao Tong raised his true energy and suppressed his discomfort. He spitted out a mouthful of blood. His brain returned to Qingming. The Xuan Iron Sword raised his hand, first shook out thousands of sword shadows, and then condensed into a "clang" sound, and slashed hard from top to bottom.

Han Xing took a hard move, his face turned pale, he spitted out a mouthful of blood, took three steps back, waved the sword in his hand left and right, raised his right hand and two fingers flat, pulled out a wound on his chest, and bleeding formed a line.

Cao Tong's eyes widened, and Yang Yaozong was even more surprised and said, "Qiu Mingju's Blood Sacrifice"!

Han Xing pinched another sword technique, Chaoyu Sword, the second level of Fengyu Sword, tear-bombing bamboo, and a little sword light was pointed at Cao Tong's body. Han Xing's sword has always been straight, abbreviated, and he doesn't have any unnecessary techniques. His uncle said more than once that he should not be too purposeful, have a sense of beauty, be chic, and not be too ugly. It is also due to the Korean star's personality. He only looks for the key since childhood and finds the most effective method.

In this improved Chaoyu sword technique, Cao Tong was not feeling well. His inner energy was hindered by several breaths and could not be sent and received for the time being. His inner fear also increased. This is the intent of Shanju’s sword? The successor of Li Muchen in Qiumiju? It’s just that, his energy is blocked now, and Wuming’s true energy is running around in his body. Cao Tong originally relied on his many years of skill, energy, and the three qi of true energy were combined to suppress his opponents. Now he only relies on sword moves to deal with it. He was also created by Qiumiju’s martial arts genius, the most terrifying sword technique, Shanju’s sword intent. When Qiumiju’s blood sacrifice was released, even the sword immortals had to retreat.

Han Xing's sword made Cao Tong a little unstoppable. It is said that the martial arts of the world are only fast but not broken. Han Xing's sword is not only fast, but also straight. The great way is simple. Cao Tong's righteousness is turbulent and his blood is not strong enough, and he is a little unstoppable. The wind around him was moving. Cao Tong heard the wind from all directions and became alert. He felt that there were three people around him, and his skills were probably not low. He thought silently that the rest of the people in the upper yard could not come at this time. He should be enemies, not friends, and he thought to himself, "This kid is in a strong sense, and he has a helper, let's retreat."

Cao Tong flew away unwillingly, and threw a sword energy down on the road. Zou Hui and Yang Yaozong both retreated. The two did not have the keen insight as Han Xing, and under the intimidation of Li Baoshun's crossbow, they did not dare to chase forward. Dozens of people in the upper yard only went back three, while Lu Ye and his group fell down only one Chen Qi. As expected, the elite troops in the army were not covered.

Han Xing forcibly suppressed the inner agitation and vomited blood. Just now, the blood sacrifice used the Fengyu Sword was his limit. It was at its peak and it couldn't last long. Cao Tong forced him to open it for a while, and it was not as hard as Eunuch Cao. If Cao Tong fought to the death, he might have to explain it to him here.

Lu Ye spitted bloody phlegm. "Han Xing, is it still possible?"

Wiping the mouth "It's okay, you can still beat it."

"His uncle, Taoist priest, monk, you two carries Chen Qi and Huo Dong's back, hurry up. Go to Languan, the upper courtyard will not give up. Cao Tong will retreat now. When Han Xing is in a state of decline, Cao Tong will recover and come again. Only one of the twelve eunuchs has come. If there are a few more, they will not be able to leave. Go quickly."

Zou Hui looked at the corpses on the ground. They were not as powerful as those on the battlefield. They were all fatal with a sword on their necks. They gave Han Xing a thumbs up, "Xiao Ba, you are still powerful." Everyone moved towards Nanguan with deep and shallow kicks. Han Xing's sweat slid down from his forehead, his shirt was soaked, and the armor was cold and tired. Not only Han Xing was tired, but Lu Ye was gasping for white breath, and Zou Hui and Huo Dong were not relaxed either.

"This fight is really inexplicable, it's so good, how did it become like this?" Yang Yaozong complained, a little angry, a little distressed, and his voice was stern. "Xiao Ba, who taught you the kung fu? Don't you know that when the Qiumingju Blood Sacrifice comes out, you will never make any progress in this life? Do you want to have a bright future? I am here, what can you do to show off?"

Lu Ye snorted, "If it were still in Lengquan, they would never dare to take action. You guys have something to do with Xu Ban. It seems that the court had planned it long ago."

Zou Hui asked, "Brother Donkey, what's going on now?"

"Take one step at a time, hurry to Languan, where can I hide at Yin Zihang, and find another way out."

From sunrise to dusk, several people quickly climbed over Miyun Ridge. Lan Pass was already looking at it. Korean stars were already standing in a coma on their backs, without saying a word. Lu Ye listened to the ground, looked at Han Xing, signaling him to put Chen Qi on the ground, and the few people sat down to recover. Huo Dong gave everyone dry food and a little beef jerky. He didn't talk to each other, and they knew that there was no time to move forward any more.

After a while, behind them, there were gusts of wind breaking through the wind, and the people in the upper courtyard had already arrived in three breaths, and they stood in front of everyone in a cone shape. Lu Ye narrowed his eyes, Fu Rui was so big that he had three of them to deal with his few kittens and dogs.

Cao Tong stood in front, folded his chest with his hands, looked down at the ground in front of his feet. More than a dozen people were gloomy and silent, with thick powder on their faces, but they were not sissy.

The Qin Shangyuan was famous all over the world. Nineteen years ago, the Qin retreat in the Battle of Lengquan, and the twelve eunuchs became famous in one battle. Over the years, various assassinations and pursuits were famous, and the children were famous in the five continents. When they heard the name of the Shangyuan, they dared not cry.

Han Xing stood up, wiped the blood from his breast, and held a sword in his right hand, like a sculpture in the wind.

Lu Ye held the Fang Tian Painted Spear and stood majestic behind the Korean Star, ready to die. "For several months, it would not be in vain to meet you younger boys. Unfortunately, he could not die in the battlefield, but to die at the hands of these eunuchs."

Cao Tong didn't say much, stretched out his two fingers with his right hand and raised them high. More than a dozen eunuchs behind him pulled their swords out of their sheath, half-squatting, pointing at the ground behind him, like some leopards preparing to attack, the red robe on his body fluttering in the wind, reminding people of flying butterflies. Gu Changce and Lin Zhihui, the twelve eunuchs in the upper courtyard, dressed exactly the same except for the dean's emblem on Cao Tong's chest. The two were separated on the most sides of the team, standing with their hands behind their backs, their eyes as sharp as swords, staring at the field.

"Aren't you coming out yet?" Cao Tong said in a daze.

Han Xing and Lu Ye were not surprised. Who came, but they didn't know. Now, seeing Cao Tong said this, it should be a friend but a enemy. The two looked at Chen Qi behind him at the same time. Only the two knew that Chen Qi was the youngest son of General Zhu Guo's family. Could it be that General Zhu Guo's mansion secretly sent to protect Chen Qi?

An old man covered in brine smell came out of the snow silently.

Han Xing opened his eyes and thought to himself, "Why did Grandpa Six, who sells tofu in the opposite door, come? Is he from General Zhu Guo's Mansion? The master who secretly protects Chen Qi? It doesn't look like it."

I saw Gong Liu holding a short blade in his hand, his body was trembling, his fingers were very rough, as if there were traces of flour. I don’t know if it was because of the cold or because of his old age, “The Upper Court acts so domineeringly, do you care about the young master of General Zhuguo’s mansion at all?”

Cao Tong raised his head slightly, and the two eunuchs behind him ran forward in a row, jumping and rushing forward, one with one left and one right, one with one straight finger, Gong Liu pinched the short blade with his thick big hand, leaned over and made progress, and moved forward, drawing a semicircle, stepping down, and one turned over and retreated. The red blood sprinkled on the snow, which was a little dazzling. The two eunuchs fell down in the rushing posture.

The silver hair behind Cao Tong's head exploded, and the heavy sword in his hand was thrown out. Gong Liu hurriedly raised the short blade in his hand. With a jingle, the heavy sword flew backwards, and the eunuchs around flew over and covered them up.

Lu Ye roared, "Your grandma, who doesn't know me in Zhenbei Army? You idiots, aren't I a soldier of the Qin Dynasty?" He roared and waved Fang Tian's painting halberd,

Lu Ye opened and closed his arms, and a halberd slapped a small eunuch with weapons to the ground. Blood splattered around. Several small eunuchs cut through the back and calves. The bloody flesh was rolled up. Lu Ye looked ferocious, but his movements were not slow, and he seemed to feel no pain.

Korean stars are much more agile. They come out of the rain sword, and dot the flowers and flowers, one sword, and one death, five or six deaths, Korean stars' eyes are a little dark, knowing that they have lost too much blood and can't hold on for long.

(End of this chapter)
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