Lie Yi shouted softly, attacked with a knife, with a murderous aura.

Perhaps it was because of countless attacks on the broken sword, or perhaps it was to avenge the last time, every sword he now gave people a sense of killing everything, one sword determined life and death. The sword technique was extremely fierce, driving the energy, forming countless mysterious cyclones.

The sword hit fiercely again, and the sound of gold and iron fighting was like a drum beat, but the sword flowers were scattered, and the broken sword's body flew backwards. The movements were no longer as calm as it was at the beginning. Several cracks appeared on the clothes on the body were scraped by Tang Dao, and bloodshots emerged from the cracks on the clothes.

If he hadn't retreated quickly, Lie Yi would have split him in half.

At this time, the Jianjian completely felt exhausted.

Lie Yi took the edge of the blade and hit again with a half step forward.

The sword gritted his teeth and retreated. At the same time, the half-poisoned broken sword shot out from his body, and his right hand also tried hard to shake out the last terrifying sword flower. When he was not injured, Lie Yi was not afraid, let alone the broken sword at the end of his strength? Therefore, he slashed without dodging.

The blade slashed on the sword body, and the half-cut sword reflected back to the residual sword.

The latter who rushed up was shocked and stopped moving sideways.

At this moment, Lie Yi slashed again.

Canjian reluctantly raised his hand and tried to block the attack.

This time, Lie Yi slashed the repelled sword four or five meters away. The latter wanted to struggle but spit out half of blood, and his whole body was sore that he had no strength. The repelled sword finally gave up his last resistance, and he had no ability to fight again, so he half-kneeled on the ground like a dying ferocious wolf.

Looking up at the gloomy sky, it seemed that it was his destination:

"What a pity, I can't see the sun before I die!"

Canjian smiled at the corner of his mouth, and there was a hint of regret on his face!

"Sunshine? Can you see the light?"

A hearty laughter sounded from the other end of the alley. In the shock of the sacred sword, Chu Tian walked slowly along the ground with lime. His face was still calm and calm, and his eyes were still sarcastic gaze that was not to be concealed was falling on his sacred sword's face, overwhelming.

"What, how is that possible?"

Shock flashed in the eyes of Canjian: "You obviously fell into my sword..."

"You, do you want to say that there is poison on the sword?"

Chu Tian walked towards Canjian step by step. Many figures flashed out from the windows on both sides of the stairs, holding a long bow in front of Canjian. Nie Wuming and Lie Yi stood beside Chu Tian, ​​not giving Canjian a chance to break the dead. It was not that they had no confidence in Chu Tian's skills, but that Canjian was too sinister.

"You, are you okay?"

"That's potassium cyanide that is blood-sealed!"

Canjian stared at Chu Tian in disbelief, his breathing weakened slightly, and then a light suddenly flashed in his eyes. He stared at Chu Tian who had changed his clothes, his voice hoarse and unpleasant: "Can you not be injured, do you have soft armor on your body? Otherwise, you would have been bleeding from seven holes at this moment."

Chu Tian patted his clothes and replied lightly: "Do you want to know the answer?"

"I just won't tell you, I'll make you feel hated!"

Speaking of this, Chu Tian's deflection of the tone of the words: "I originally wanted to give you a chance to have a fair showdown, but you are too sinister and vicious, and even use poison on your weapons, so I can only sprinkle lime for you, and release cold arrows and broken swords. Is this not a good feeling?"

Canjian's face was pale and he replied with a wry smile: "It's really not good!"

If it weren't for these limes or cold arrows, he might not have lost so quickly! It's just that it's too late to say anything now. The enemy siege has slaughtered him like a cage, so he can only carry the last bit of courage to add: "But it doesn't matter, it's all here!"

"Chu Tian, ​​give me a good time, this is my only request!"

Chu Tian nodded and praised: "He is a man, he didn't beg for mercy!"

Although Chu Tian was his burialist, Canjian still felt a little relieved when he heard his praise. Because this kid was a rare hero in a century, he died in his hands and did not insult Canjian's reputation. So he raised his head high: "Come on, it's dark for me to get on the road!"

Chu Tian leaned his hands slightly, and Nie Wuming put a dagger in his palm.

Chu Tian threw it casually twice, the light of the dagger flickered with the breath of death, and the sword took a deep breath. Perhaps this was the last air in his life. He had no idea of ​​resisting now, and the arrows poked out from the window locked any way out of him.

The dagger was raised high and then shot out in an arc.

It was about to shoot into the throat of the bank sword, and a white light burst out instantly.

When! A loud noise suddenly erupts!

The sharp dagger was shot down to the ground by a stone.

At the same time, a familiar voice came to: "Young Marshal, I want this person!"

Seeing Cheng Yaojin coming out of the window, the dead soldiers in the army turned the arrow and a sharp look in their eyes. Lie Yi pressed it back on the hilt of the knife again. He felt the breath of a strong enemy and naturally felt the desire to fight. Nie Wuming frowned slightly, but he did not have the intention of facing a great enemy, but was more thoughtful.

Canjian first stiffened his body, and then looked at the person who came.

He didn't know the person who wanted to save him, but he smelled a breath similar to himself. At this time, Chu Tian was not unhappy or angry at all. He just turned around while playing with the dagger. His eyes were calm and he looked at the broken knife like a paper-breaking man, and his voice was calm: "You said, do you want him?"

Candao still looked dead, and he nodded slightly when he saw Chu Tian’s question:

"Yes, I want him!"

Chu Tian glanced at him, and his eyes were as firm as a rock.

He knew that Candang Dao appeared here and wanted to take Candang Jian away. It was probably Zhou Longjian's instructions. After all, Candang Dao would not make a decision without authorization. Although he didn't know what Zhou Longjian's intention was, he owed him the favor to rescue Qianlong Garden, not to mention that the old fox would be responsible for his safety when he asked Candang Jian.

So he raised his finger: "Okay! I'll give it to you!"

Can Jian looked at Chu Tian in a bit incredible, and finally looked at Can Jian Jian who was pressing the hilt of the knife with his hand. I wonder why the latter had such power that he could take him away from Chu Tian, ​​who had the advantage, and without using a single knife or a single shot. This phenomenon made him think about Can Jian Jian Jian's identity!

With Chu Tian’s instructions, Nie Wuming and others gave way.

Lie Yi has always followed Chu Tian, ​​so he stopped his knife without even asking.

Candao looked at Candao with a cold look, his tone without any human emotion:

"Stand up! Come with me!"

Although Candao came forward to save his life, facing such a person who was similar to him, Candao knew that he would not feel comfortable where he went, and it might even be just a different way of death. Therefore, his arrogance supported his self-esteem: "You can kill me, but follow you?"

"Why?"

As soon as the words fell, Canjian felt the murderous aura coming in the sky. He almost didn't see Canjian move. The other party stood in front of him with a knife. A broken knife penetrated into his right shoulder like a poisonous snake, looking at each other with the injuries on his left rib: "What do you think I am?"
Chapter completed!