My wife is number one in the world

"Let's go, the three thousand cavalry of Bahana are waiting three miles away, there is a big brother dragging them to catch up with your bloody BMW!"

"But......"

"Come on, I'll take care of you and I'll be distracted, then we won't be able to leave!"

Huyan Yunyao was not a hesitant woman, she glared at the thirteen masked men galloping northward with their horses in their belly.

The horseshoe brought up layers of snowflakes, and the speed of the bloody BMW was brought to the extreme.

There were seven masked men who wanted to go around and chase Huyan Yunyao with lightness kung fu. Hu Yanyu's face sank, and the simple knife in Hu Yanyu's hand flickered with dazzling shadows, and rushed towards the seven masked men.

"Did the dignified thirteen Taibao dare not fight a certain family head-on?"

The twelve masked men looked at the masked man in the middle, waiting for the leader's order!

"Leave ten brothers to deal with this person, and the other two will chase and kill that woman, regardless of life or death!"

"Yes!"

In an instant, ten masked men flew towards Huyanyu, and the Yanling Saber in their hands shone with light that could devour everything and enveloped Huyanyu.

The 13 people were all in the realm of eighth-rank masters, and Hu Yanyu had to face the enemy cautiously.

However, the two masked men who wanted to disperse and pursue Huyan Yunyao made Hu Yanyu a little flustered, and the simple knife in his hand was one against ten without any intention of dodging.

The ten masked men looked in horror at Hu Yanyu, who was rushing towards them, and Pu Dao, who had the aura of a domineering sword, and they turned out to change their names with their lives.

"Combine!"

"Break through all methods with one force!"

Huyanyu flew up into the air, and the tiger's body flashed frequently in the air. The saber aura became more and more dense and even enveloped the ten masked men and herself in the sharp saber aura.

The eyes of the ten masked men waved their knives to resist the aura of the knife with some fear in their eyes. Just after the formation was formed, the point of the Huyanyu knife rebounded on the aura of the ten masked men and leaped towards the rear.

Hu Yanyu would rather be injured than use the masked man's energy to bounce back and stop the two masked men who were chasing Huyan Yunyao.

The name of the sister-in-law is indeed worthy of the name.

"Fucked, chase!"

Hu Yanyu's face turned pale and she turned around suddenly, holding a knife in one hand and standing in front of her chest: "Six Styles of Tyrant Sword!"

The astonishing sword intent formed a gust of wind and circled around Huyanyu, and Huyanyu, who stood standing in the snow, seemed to be integrated into the simple sword.

The light of the sword flashed, and Pu Dao took Hu Yanyu and slashed at the ten masked men who flew over.

There was a large gap in the snowflakes in the sky, which was squeezed out by the knife energy.

"Get out of the way!"

The ten masked men showed their magical powers to avoid the waning moon, the saber aura pierced the ground, and a gully with a radius of two feet was formed in the snow, and the ten masked men had to turn and move in the air with light work.

Hu Yanyu took a deep breath, turned around and jumped towards the two masked men who had disappeared, and every time a three-foot snow pit splashed under her feet, Hu Yanyu's figure appeared three feet away, Like a ghost.

Huyan Yunyao was riding on a horse and listening to the strong wind approaching behind her, her face was a little anxious. The bloody BMW was not limited by the thick snow.

It is still not as good as the eighth-rank master who can step on the snow without a trace.

There are very few masters of the eighth rank, but any one person alone is a force that cannot be ignored. Maybe it cannot be unimpeded among thousands of troops, but if you only chase and kill one person, it is easy to catch.

A gust of wind came, and the instinct of survival made Huyan Junyao lie down on the horseback suddenly. The moment Huyan Junyao lay down, a gust of wind flew past Huyan Junyao's descendants, making Huyan Junyao There was a coolness all over the body, it was the coolness that emanated unnaturally from the bottom of my heart.

Although Huyan Yunyao had never practiced martial arts, she also knew that if she was cut by this saber energy, she would have already been cut in two and killed on the spot.

"drive!"

Huyan Yunyao's superb riding skills as a child of the grassland were perfectly displayed, and the whole person was hung under the belly of the horse and used freely.

"Old Nine, cut off that woman's horse leg with saber energy!"

"Yes!"

The masked man known as Lao Jiu flew up into the air like a goshawk, and the Yanling knife in his hand slashed straight at Huyan Yunyao's bloody BMW.

The solid knife turned into a full moon and slashed at the bloody horse's hooves.

"Tread the wind, jump!"

Animals are often more sensitive to crises than humans, and Ta Feng suddenly jumped up to support Huyan Yunyao to avoid a fatal blow at a critical moment.

The knife qi avoided it, but the wave of the knife qi directly overturned Huyan Yunyao and his horse.

Two long scratches were left on the snow.

Huyan Junyao rolled on the snow for more than ten meters and finally stopped, and Ta Feng was also lying on the snow in Hu Zhe.

With a pale face, Huyan Yunyao supported her body with her arms and smiled miserably at the two masked men approaching like herself.

"Unexpectedly, I, Huyan Yunyao, would be buried here!"

"Old Jiu, kill her and retreat immediately!"

Without hesitation, Lao Jiu swung the Yanling Saber and slashed at Huyan Junyao's snow-white neck!

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Chapter 935 It's a close call

Huyan Yunyao resigned to her fate and closed her bright eyes.

"Brother, little sister can't compete with you anymore, second brother, you and second sister-in-law have to live a good life, I hope the broken neck won't hurt too much!"

After Huyan Yunyao closed her eyes, she felt that she was being pulled up by a huge force, and she was almost out of breath.

There was a loud bang, and snowflakes fluttered down in the air. Lao Jiu looked at the Yanling knife he had cut into the snow in amazement. Huyan Yunyao disappeared completely, as if he had never appeared here before.

If it weren't for the sweaty BMW Lao Jiu who was still panting and lying on the ground not far away, he really thought he was dreaming.

How can a good person disappear without seeing it!

"Sixth brother, did you see a ghost, where are you?"

"Old Jiu be careful, people are on top of you!"

Lao Jiu was startled for a moment and immediately withdrew his knife and flew back, his eyes subconsciously aiming at the air above his head.

In the air, a woman dressed in white clothes wins snow, holding Huyan Yunyao's slender waist, floating in the air like a feather and slowly falling down.