Zongwu: Seven Heroes Escort the Escort, Defeat Wanwan with One Shot

While Wang Zhenwei was facing Fei Bin and Le Hou, Lu Xiaofeng and Jin Jiuling on the other side also started a real contest.

"Jin Jiuling, it seems that you really don't want to let us go."

Lu Xiaofeng sighed and said to Jin Jiuling.

If possible, he really didn't want to kill the other party. After all, behind Jin Jiuling, there might be part of the court's big plan.

If he killed him, it might harm the court, and then it would be difficult for him to survive.

But now looking at the situation, if Jin Jiuling is not killed, as long as he is here to supervise the battle, the Songshan Sect will have to do its best to resist the people from other sects.

Although he can escape, he can't do it when he sees so many people from several sects die here.

He is a playboy, a playboy who is romantic, makes friends everywhere, and has a chivalrous heart, not a cold-blooded killer, or a swordsman like his good friend Ximen Chuxue.

"Leave? You can't leave."

Jin Jiuling looked at Lu Xiaofeng and said

""Go ahead, let me see if your telepathic finger can block my Yishuige Spring and Autumn Sword Manual."

Jin Jiuling raised the sword in his right hand and made a sword finger with his left hand to wipe the sword in his hand.

As his fingers slowly passed, a blue inner force appeared on his shoulder.

""Shua!"

With a wave of his hand, a blue sword fell smoothly to the ground

""Alas."

Lu Xiaofeng sighed again.

""Buzz!"

The long sword in Jin Jiuling's hand hummed softly.

"Lu Xiaofeng, take it!"

"Yishui Sword!"

""Buzz!"

The long sword in Jin Jiuling's hand produced a bunch of blue sword flowers, each of which was composed of his internal force and sword intent.

Finally, these sword flowers turned into a sword.

""Shua!"

Jin Jiuling's figure appeared from the other side of the yard in the blink of an eye.

It was in front of Lu Xiaofeng.

""A finger of telepathy!"

Lu Xiaofeng, who had closed his eyes when Jin Jiuling released his sword move, suddenly opened his eyes at this moment. His right hand quickly reached forward.

In an instant, the sword light disappeared, Jin Jiuling's figure stopped, and his sword also stopped.

"Is this the telepathic finger?"

Jin Jiuling looked at Lu Xiaofeng who was right in front of him, but the sword in his hand could no longer move forward.

Jin Jiuling moved his feet, and the hand holding the long sword also exerted force again.

"Buzz!"

The long sword gradually bent under the force of the two.

With a crisp sound, the long sword, which could not bear the weight, broke directly.

"This is····"A telepathic finger."

Jin Jiuling looked at the sword in his hand, and then looked at the tip of the sword in Lu Xiaofeng's hand.

According to legend, his fingers can clamp any weapon that the enemy attacks him, including swords, knives, darts, hidden weapons, etc.

He didn't believe it before, so he always wanted to find a chance to try it.

Now, he believes it.

However, he also paid the price of his life for it.

When the sword was broken, it was not short into two pieces, but three pieces.

The hilt was in his hand, the tip of the sword was in Lu Xiaofeng's hand, and the body of the sword was on his chest.

"Although I lost, you will die here too."

Jin Jiuling looked at the dagger stuck in his chest, then looked at Lu Xiaofeng and said

"Black Arrows, listen up! Shoot everyone in the yard!"

"Yes!"

A voice responded from outside Liu's house.

"Jin Jiuling! We are still here!"

Fei Bin shouted loudly while spitting blood.

"You? Didn't your leader Zuo tell you? If there are any mistakes in the plan, you····

He will die here too."

Jin Jiuling said to Fei Bin with a smile

"you····Senior brother!!!"

""Shua shua shua!"

At this time, a rain of arrows also fell from the sky.

At this time, the people who were still in the yard were all shocked.

"Hide behind me!"

Looking at the rain of arrows, Wang Zhenwei flashed to Huang Rong's side and also brought Yi Lin, the little nun, over.

The two of them were his employers, and he had to protect their lives before the mission was over.

As for the others, he had nothing to do with them and didn't need to care about them.

In the yard, apart from the two women, the only one who had a relationship with him was Sikong Zhaixing.

But the other party didn't need his help at all.

"Overlord Spear!"

Looking at the rain of arrows that were about to fall, Wang Zhenwei's internal force burst out, and the water in his Overlord Spear danced without being splashed.

Others in the yard, those with high internal force, tried their best to help their disciples block more.

Those with low internal force could only rely on their luck.

At this time, all the falling crossbow arrows exploded.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of explosions sounded.

""Everyone hold on, the crossbow can only fire ten rounds! After ten rounds, they need to reload the crossbow!"

Lu Xiaofeng shouted.

At the same time, it also helped the three major sects to shelter more people.

However, even with Lu Xiaofeng's help, more people died.

Just when many people felt that they could not hold on, a sound of huqin came from outside the gate.

"Xiao····Xiaoxiang Night Rain····"

Liu Zhengfeng, who was being protected, immediately recognized who the person was.

"Senior····"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Outside, the sound of the huqin disappeared, replaced by waves of sword intent rising into the sky and the wailing of the dying.

"Kill them!"

Someone shouted.

Then everyone rushed out together.

When Wang Zhenwei came outside, he saw a thin and haggard old man wearing a blue cloth gown that was washed so much that it looked pale.

He was in a very shabby shape.

He was holding a thin and narrow sword and kept shuttling back and forth among the black-clad arrow team.

He used the thirteen forms of Hengshan Clouds and Mists in one hand, which were unpredictable and like a ghost.

Everyone present was shocked.

Liu Zhengfeng and he studied together and had been brothers for decades, but he never expected that his brother's swordsmanship would be so exquisite.

"Xiaoxiang Night Rain Mr. Mo Da."

Everyone recognized who this old man was.

"Experts, whether it is swordsmanship or sword intent, are close to perfection, and their sword intent may have reached the level of perfection.

Even if Ximen Chuxue comes, it may not be easy to deal with such a swordsman."

Sikong Zhaixing looked at the figure shuttling in the black-clothed arrow team with a serious face.

The black-clothed arrow team is very strong, so strong that when it reaches a certain number of people, coupled with a special battle formation, it can even shoot and kill some masters.

It's just a pity that all their strength is in crossbows and battle formations. Once someone gets close to them, they can only wait for death.

What's more, they are now facing Mr. Mo Da of Xiaoxiang Yeyu. Although he is not well-known, he is strong enough to compete with those top swordsmen.