C235 Multiple Battles

One of the black-robed men stood out at this moment. He ripped off his black robe and revealed a silver spear. This man was Zang Wufeng.

His expression was indifferent. He turned around and looked at the person behind him. He didn't say much. The Cold Moon Chasing Wind in his hand was the best answer.

The spear was like a dragon, piercing through the air like a hot knife through butter. It went straight towards one of the men's chest. The man didn't dodge or dodge the long blade in his hand. He wanted to block Zang Wufeng's spear.

However, Zang Wufeng's spear sent his long blade flying and pierced through his chest. The man slightly raised the blade in his hand as if he wanted to fight back, but in the end, he lowered his head helplessly.

Zang Wufeng's long spear shook and threw the man away, but his eyes fell on another man.

This time, the man who was targeted did not stop for a moment and immediately ran away.

Zang Wufeng did not chase after him. He just found another man, even though Zang Wufeng was unstoppable. But it was still the same. Some people seemed to be unwilling to admit it and rushed forward, but all of them fell under Zang Wufeng's spear without exception.

Even so, no one was willing to ally with others to deal with Zang Wufeng. This was the biggest problem with the existence of the Bright Moon Tavern.

However, Zang Wufeng's spear was blocked this time. He was slightly surprised. His opponent was holding a seemingly ordinary long blade in his hand. He stood opposite of him without making any movements.

Zang Wufeng didn't waver because his attack was blocked. He immediately attacked again and threw his spear at the black-robed man.

The black-robed man also moved at this moment, but his movement technique was different from the others. The saber in his hand slashed on the spear shaft and perfectly removed the force of the spear. The tip of the spear brushed past his clothes and fell to the ground.

Zang Wufeng did not continue to attack. He seemed to have recognized the person in front of him. His eyes showed a burning fighting spirit and said firmly: "It's you!"

The man in black didn't say anything. The tip of the blade in his hand was pointed to the ground. The mask on his face concealed all the expressions on his face.

The two of them were in a stalemate. Neither of them was willing to make a move and neither of them retreated. The surrounding people also stopped their movements and looked at the two of them. Each of them had their own ulterior motives.

Ye Xiaotian had also recognized the identity of this black-robed man. There shouldn't be many people who could fight Zang Wufeng without being at a disadvantage. Three, four, five. Among the four of them, only Henn Wuyi used a blade. Adding the unusual movement technique just now, Without a doubt, this was Henn Wuyi.

"This is your friend, right?" Jiang Wuqi was also watching Zang Wufeng's battle, but at this moment, he spoke.

Ye Xiaotian naturally wouldn't remain silent, and his reply seemed to be that there was no silver in this place, so he could only remain silent.

Jiang Wuqi seemed to have already determined that this person was Ye Xiaotian's friend. "His martial arts is not bad. If he dies in front of you, you might be even stronger. "

Ye Xiaotian did not understand how Jiang Wuqi got this answer, but he would never allow such a thing to happen.

He stood in front of Jiang Wuqi, his eyes filled with killing intent. The gray wolf bared its fangs and let out a slight tremble, as if it was responding to Ye Xiaotian.

"Very good, very good. " Jiang Wuqi looked at Ye Xiaotian with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

However, Jiang Wuqi still did not pull out the sword in his hand. He casually stood in front of Ye Xiaotian, as if waiting for Ye Xiaotian to attack. Ye Xiaotian looked at Jiang Wuqi, who was full of flaws, but did not dare to attack. His palm was sweating, and his forehead was also sweating.

"It's the same rule as before. If you hurt me, I will draw my sword. If you can't hurt me, then all of you will die here!" Jiang Wuqi said impatiently.

The moment Jiang Wuqi spoke was the moment Ye Xiaotian attacked. He had grasped the timing precisely, and it was precisely when Jiang Wuqi was halfway through his sentence.

The sword was like a shooting star, and it disappeared after it drew a line in the air. Many people in the surroundings were paying attention to the battle between these two men. When they saw Ye Xiaotian's sword, they couldn't help but exclaim.

This sword strike, which could be said to be the best in history, had also shocked Jiang Wuqi. The sword in his hand had already pierced into Ye Xiaotian's chest. Ye Xiaotian's sword had also left a three-inch-long wound on his arm. Blood immediately gushed out. However, Jiang Wuqi immediately pointed at his acupuncture points to stop his blood.

"Very good, very good. Sure enough, you didn't disappoint me. Let me see what kind of progress you have made. " Jiang Wuqi didn't take his injuries seriously at all. He looked at Ye Xiaotian with an excited expression on his face.

Ye Xiaotian couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. Jiang Wuqi's sword had hurt his internal organs, but he knew he couldn't fall down. He also wanted revenge for Baihua Queen and Old Man Su. He looked at Jiang Wuqi and said with a gloomy expression, "Okay, then I will let you see how far I can go!"

Although he said that, he knew that his injuries were not light. He could not use the sword again. He could only use the same method to deal with changes and gamble his life.

This time, it was Jiang Wuqi's turn to attack. His sword technique was completely different from Ye Xiaotian's. Everyone present, including Ye Xiaotian, did not see how Jiang Wuqi attacked. The sword had already arrived in front of Ye Xiaotian. Ye Xiaotian could only throw away his carriage to protect his handsome face and try his best to avoid any fatal injuries.

Under the continuous attacks, Ye Xiaotian was covered in injuries. His face was extremely pale. He panted and looked at Jiang Wuqi. Occasionally, he would glance at Henn Wuyi, who was in a burnt state. He was once again sent flying by Jiang Wuqi and fell to the ground powerlessly.

The excitement on Jiang Wuqi's face had disappeared at some point in time. What was left was a look of indifference, looking down on life and death. He slowly walked up to Ye Xiaotian and looked down at him from above. "Looks like this is the only place you can go. Don't worry, since you can hurt me. . . Then I will naturally give you true respect and let you die here. Die in my hands. "

After saying that, Jiang Wuqi lifted the sword in his hand and suspended it above Ye Xiaotian's body. As long as this sword fell, Ye Xiaotian would have no way to recover.

"Stop!" At this critical moment, a black-robed man suddenly shouted. He was wearing a black robe, and no one knew his identity. However, Ye Xiaotian could tell his identity from his voice. This man was San.

At this moment, the surrounding black-robed men seemed to have moved. Apart from the two black-robed men, the rest of them were surrounding the black-robed man who spoke. All of them had their weapons drawn, and their bodies were emitting an unconcealable killing intent.

"Stop, let him come over" Jiang Wuqi put away the sword that was hanging on Ye Xiaotian's body and kicked Ye Xiaotian away. He then looked at the two men in black robes who had yet to move and said, "Take good care of him and them. "

Two black-robed men escorted Ye Xiaotian away, while the rest surrounded the two black-robed men who had yet to move.