C48 They were caught in a tight encirclement when they met again with four bandits

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Suddenly, a painful cry came out, the thief that was attacking Cheng Runyue opened her eyes wide, and used his hand to hold onto her throat, but blood still spurted out and she fell backwards, until she died, his hand still holding onto the steel blade. Did he regret it? He was regretting it, regretting that she was not shocked by her own skills. Did he hate it? He hated that she didn't kill the person in front of him. Perhaps, this was the martial world. There were some people in the martial world whose death was the only destination bestowed upon them by the heavens. You have a killing blade, and he has a Lifestealer Sword. If they were to fight together, it would be a matter of life and death. After he died, not only was the remaining group of thieves not afraid, on the contrary, their actions were even more ruthless and deadly. Cheng Runyue and An Ping did not dare to be careless at all, and at the same time, were shocked in their hearts, who exactly could foster such a death warrior.

When Mo Jingtian's group of four was fighting against the group of thieves, Ziwei Three had also galloped his horse over. Not to mention that the martial artists had sharp eyes, they had already seen the smoke and dust that was rolling up from afar. The three of them hurriedly stopped their horses and moved forward, observing from a distance.

"Tsk, bullying with numbers!" Wangyou's Chen Xiaoyun's temper was a little impatient, and when he first entered the martial arts world, his heart itched. Seeing the thieves surrounding and attacking Mo Jingtian's group, he was angry, and wanted to pull out his sword to help the four of them.

"Junior brother, hold on!" The Free and Unrestrained Child Zhang Xiaoyu stopped him, "Junior brother, don't worry, the three of us will follow Master's orders to deliver the pills to His Majesty. Furthermore, as you can see, that group of thieves are not a match for the four of them, especially that lady. Her sword techniques are superb, and she still has some leeway to fight them to the death. Only then did the Wangyou Son calm down. Looking carefully, he kept a close eye on the fighting crowd.

Not long after, three more people fell to the ground, the rest were injured, all of them had been stabbed by Cheng Runyue's short sword. Although the two of them felt that the pressure was greatly reduced, they still did not dare to be careless.

Mo Jingtian held the cold sword in his hand, feeling the immense pressure, he took care of the situation, because not only did he need to circulate the Qi in his body to suppress the cold sword, he also needed to protect Yang Jing, and suddenly, the leader's scimitar shot out towards Yang Jing who was behind him, the blade light slashed across and straight to his throat. Mo Jingtian heard it from all, and naturally sensed it holding onto Yang Jing's wrist. The young man did not panic, he immediately jumped up and with a wave of his cold sword, he transformed into the first form of the Drunken Sword Technique, "High up in the wine house, the wind will send Qiuyan far away!" A cold light flashed, and in the blink of an eye, it arrived. The bandit leader didn't dare to be slow, but in his panic, he didn't care about the sharpness of his sword.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The leader was shocked, he looked at the broken blade in his hand and threw it towards Mo Jingtian. Mo Jingtian raised his cold sword, causing the broken blade to fall on the ground, while the rest of the bandits were stunned.

The bandit leader saw that his blade was broken and wanted to escape, but after some thought, he still took out a short dagger and attacked the two. The rest of the bandits also charged forward without hesitation.

At this time, Cheng Runyue had already killed all the thieves surrounding them, not a single one was left alive, but An Ping's sword did not have any traces of blood, on one hand, An Ping did not have any intent to kill, and on the other hand, Bai Lian's sword did not have any edges, so it was not a killing sword. The two of them held their swords, and walked towards Mo Jingtian and.

Cheng Runyue and An Ping, the two swords, joined the battle, and the four stood together with their backs facing each other.

The leader of the bandits knew that he had lost all of his power and that he could no longer do anything. After exchanging glances with his subordinates, he placed the dagger in his hand horizontally across his neck. With a single wave, fresh blood dripped from the dagger and he killed himself. The rest of the bandits also held their swords horizontally as they ran for their lives on the spot.

Mo Jingtian wanted to stop him, but it was too late. The four looked at the corpse on the ground and sighed, while Cheng Runyue walked over to the leader's corpse and squatted down, wanting to check out what was going on. Right at this moment, a flute sound came from the forest, along with the sound of hurried footsteps.

"Not good," Cheng Runyue thought. Young Hero Mo, be careful, do you remember the three people in the inn? This group was extraordinary! Is it also for you! " The four of them braced themselves and leaned against each other.

In front, the three of them held sharp blades, with their hands behind them, all of them were wearing masks, holding short swords, releasing heavy killing intent. In the blink of an eye, they surrounded Mo Jingtian and the other three, who had just been through a fierce battle, only had a little more True Qi left. Mo Jingtian still had to suppress his cold sword as beads of perspiration trickled down his forehead. Sensing it, An Ping also leaned towards him.

After the group surrounded Mo Jingtian and the other two, the sound of the flute also stopped. herdsman, who was wearing a black cloak, lightly touched the ground and flew up, sitting on a branch not far from where he was.

"Emissary, thank you for your hard work!" Young Hero Mo, please! " The leader of the group had a smile on his face. However, he was unable to see how ice-cold that mask was.

"Who are you people!" Mo Jingtian asked.

"We are the people who kill!" The person in the lead smiled, "However, we are not here to kill. We only want two things, one person!"

"What is it!?" "Who is it!?" Mo Jingtian asked.

"A book, a sword, and a person is him!" He pointed to An Ping.

Mo Jingtian looked at An Ping, thinking, he did not know where this An Ping came from, to actually be able to cause this kind of person to appear. His sword-like brows turned cold as he fiercely said, "And if I don't give it to you?"

"Murder!" "Forceful!" The man sneered.

"Big Brother, what are you talking to them about!" The second brother of the three immediately rushed forward to kill.

The person in charge stopped him and said to Cheng Runyue: "Emissary Yue, do you really need Brightmoon Restaurant to participate?" That person seemed to know, that among the four of them, the only one who could make Cheng Runyue's sword technique strong was Mo Mei Yue, the person who was not an ordinary person.

"No one dares to disobey my master's orders!" Cheng Runyue clenched his teeth and forced out a mouthful of Zhen Qi. At this time, Mo Jingtian suddenly felt a cold Qi corroding his blood channels, his right arm that was holding the sword, started to tremble, he could not help but shiver, the Four Seas Primordial Yang Art, was unable to suppress the Sword Qi anymore.

"What's wrong?" An Ping held onto Mo Jingtian's wrist, "It's so cold! Young Hero Mo, what happened to you? " He looked at Mo Jingtian, and was shocked. His face was abnormally pale, and his brows were furrowed with a layer of frost.

"I'm fine, I'll protect you." Mo Jingtian's tone of voice was rather weak.