Waiting for the "rabbit"'

"Cousin, King Anyang sent a letter!"

Zhao Chongren's eyes were slightly black and blue, and he looked like he was at the end of his game after several nights of gaming, but he was suddenly infused with a tube of chicken blood to cheer him up, and the hand holding the sword was trembling with excitement.

Damn, the days of being on guard every night are coming to an end!

Zhao Xi's complexion was not very good-looking. After receiving the secret letter from King Anyang, his nerves were always tense. He couldn't sleep or eat well. It seemed that he had returned to the time before the emperor was enthroned several years ago. .

At that time, Jiang Rongfu's actions were like this, he did what he wanted, was unpredictable, and he had to have others cooperate with him.

Cooperate with a ghost! ! !

If you don't want to go, you don't want to go, what nonsense is you afraid of getting out of the inside?

At that time, he was played so much by King Anyang that now seeing his unique butterfly talisman, he had a conditioned reflex, wishing to poke his eyes, and then tear that butterfly talisman and feed it to the dog!

Zhao Xi took a deep breath, and with a stern face, he gave orders to the soldiers under his hands who were stretched to the limit:

"on!"

With a sound of swipe, Zhao Chongren rushed out first. As soon as Qinggong was mentioned, he rushed to the inner courtyard first. Obviously, he was about to be suppressed and fell ill.

The government soldiers also rushed forward, the flames rose, and the blades were sharp.

Zhao Xi was at the back, with only two confidantes standing around. He waited until everyone rushed in before silently wiping his face.

"My lord?" Zhao Xi was asked cautiously by his confidant.

Zhao Xi gave a wry smile, and put down a little bit of the city lord's burden: "It's okay, we have to endure the next few days."

He directly fought with the demon hunter who is not bound by the law. If this is not done well, the hat on his head will be gone.

But he still can't quit, don't talk about love, just because he dared to let King Anyang fall into danger and do nothing, the emperor would be the first one who would not let him go, at that time not only a hat, but even his head Gone!

'Clang——————'

When the dagger collided with the long sword, Jiang Rongfu's wrist trembled slightly, and the short blade cut towards the Taoist's wrist, aiming at the tendons of his hands, very viciously.

The Taoist had no choice but to withdraw his hand that was grabbing Lin You, and swung his sword to force Jiang Rong back.

Jiang Rongfu's ability to use a sword with his right hand is much higher than that of his left hand. He was carrying a rabbit and using a short blade, and he was even able to fight with the smiling Daoist.

The same is true of the Daoist, although his swordsmanship is exquisite and he used his usual weapons, he didn't dare to hurt Jiang Rongfu at all, so he was naturally cautious when fighting, leaving spare strength everywhere.

For a while, the two guys who couldn't exert their maximum combat power were fighting with each other, but they couldn't hurt each other.

Their battle circle was too small, and those martial arts practitioners withdrew from the battle circle after forcing Jiang Rongfu back from the inner courtyard wall, so as not to accidentally hurt Jiang Rongfu, or be directly chopped into pieces by the furious King Anyang, innocent Lying gun.

The dagger in Jiang Rongfu's hand could dance like flowers, his hair was ruthless, and his handsome face was livid, not like the evil ghost Shura, but only more graceful.

Jiang Rongfu didn't have the burden of being a beauty at all, he was so angry that he could perform an explosion in place!

Grabbing things from your grandpa, have you asked your dad if you did!

Lin You: …………………

Zhao Chongren, who was the first to rush in after receiving the signal, came just at the time when Jiang Rong was at his most rejuvenated, and before he could speak, something threw him in the arms, followed by a gloomy voice: "Hold it! "

Take... take it?

Zhao Chongren barely caught the ball, and before he could speak, the long sword in his hand was snatched away by the handsome and unusual King Anyang.

He lowered his head in a daze, and looked at Lin You in his arms, dumbfounded.

Even if he is a pure martial artist, he also knows that the word 'take' cannot be used for a living person, right?

Lin You: The Chinese of BOSS Primary School is actually taught by the physical education teacher.

Jiang Rongfu: Actually, I never went to elementary school.

Zhao Chongren: ……………

Now the whole courtyard is in a mess, Jiang Rongfu and the Taoist, Zhao Xi's soldiers and some demon hunters in the inner courtyard, Qiu Feng seems to have forgotten that he is a sub-rudder leader, and only stubbornly wants to go Help that ordinary Taoist block Jiang Rongfu.

Of course, what is certain is that after this incident, Qiu Feng will no longer be able to be the helmsman, and he might even be punished by the Demon Hunter Alliance.

Of course he has some hardcore supporters helping him, but more Taoists have retreated to the other side and watched coldly.

They are not well-trained government soldiers, nor are they Qiu Feng's thugs, slaves!

They accepted Qiu Feng's management and tried their best to protect their shelter, but they would never help Qiu Feng destroy the entire Qingcheng sub-helm.

As long as their backbone is still there, if they change the rudder owner, the Qingcheng sub-rudder will still be the original Qingcheng sub-helm!

When the gust of wind hit, Zhao Chongren stepped back with lightness kung fu preconditionally, just avoiding Qiu Feng's grabbing hand. Zhao Chongren is a pure martial artist, and he is still better than Qiu Feng in martial arts.

Qiu Feng's attack missed, but then the swift shadow passed by, and then a stream of warm blood splashed on the faces of Lin You and Zhao Chongren.

Lin You's chest was hit by two fingers, and he raised his head in horror, staring at his round black eyes.

Fuck me, I was shot while lying down!

In front of him was the smiling Taoist. His outstretched right upper arm was pierced by a thin blade, and bright red blood spattered from the wound.

Behind the Taoist was Jiang Rongfu, with a cold expression on his face, he drew out his sword, and when he was about to stab again, Qiu Feng swung the dagger to block him.

Zhao Chongren dragged Lin You out of the battle circle decisively. He had no weapons for the time being, and it was useless to stay there. If Lin You was taken away as soon as he came up, wouldn't King Anyang kill him when he went back?

Unexpectedly, the Taoist also covered his wound and floated back, and he didn't go up to fight Zhao Chongren, and he didn't look persistent anymore, and even yelled apology:

"Lord Anyang Wang really lives up to his reputation. Xiaodao has learned the lesson. Please don't worry about the rudeness of me, a rural Taoist. Xiaodao apologizes here!"

This Taoist actually tore the face between the two parties, made a lot of problems but failed to catch anyone, and was stabbed in the body, and then he confessed without any warning!

Lin You and Zhao Chongren were stunned: This speed of turning faces is not far behind that of the villain boss......

Jiang Rongfu smiled slightly, and a deep and magnetic voice sounded: "I'll pay you!" After speaking, he pulled a sword flower, and slightly retreated to prepare to charge straight up!

Lin You: ……………

Jiang Rongfu was really pissed off, even though he was not taken advantage of from the beginning to the end, he still felt aggrieved and unhappy, so he ignored the Taoist's words, and wanted to chase after him with a sword, and he must stab that smiling face There are seventeen or eight holes——

But Qiu Feng stopped him again.

Qiu Feng didn't use Jiang Rongfu's dagger. Instead, he dropped the dagger and greeted him with his palm.

A dharma cultivator firmly grasped the thin blade of Jiang Rongfu's sword with the palm of his hand!

Blood gushed out, instantly dyeing Qiu Feng's palm bright red.

Jiang Rongfu drew the blade a little, but found that he couldn't draw it without a little effort, but if he tried to use his strength, Qiu Feng's hand could not be kept.

Jiang Rongfu narrowed his eyes, and his voice seemed to be mixed with poison. "Qiu Duozhu, what do you mean?"