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The young man in blue shirt attacked Chu Huan, and the young man with tiger pattern attacked Yingren. The two cooperated very tacitly. Seeing that Yingren was in danger, Yuan Yu's face changed drastically, and he lost his voice and said: "Your Highness, be careful." The son rushed over.

When Yingren was in a desperate situation, Feng Wuma's resounding voice sounded behind him: "Your Highness, squat down."

Mr. Huwen's knife had already been cut quickly, and Yingren also sank and squatted down at the critical moment. Although he looked embarrassed and unseemly, he managed to avoid the knife. Yingren could even feel the sharpness of the blade clearly.

Mr. Huwen's knife technique is very strange. After his knife crossed, his wrist changed, and the blade changed direction inconceivably, slashing down in the air.

It's just that Feng Wuma's saber was already coming up at this time, the saber light flickered, and with a "choke", it blocked Mr. Huwen's broadsword, and Feng Wuma's body leaped into the air, with one leg even more towards the tiger. Kicked Mr. Wen's abdomen.

Mr. Huwen obviously knew that Feng Wuma was not easy to deal with, so he slid back and protected his body with the flash of the saber.

The hidden weapon of the young man in blue over there attacked Chu Huan in three directions, up, middle and down. The speed was very fast, but Chu Huan seemed to be unable to avoid it.

It's just that Chu Huan didn't panic in the slightest. He kicked his feet on the ground vigorously, and his body had already jumped up, while the big knife held tightly in his right hand drew a circle in front of him. After passing the hidden weapons in the lower lane, while the blade was spinning, there were several "ping ping ping ping" sounds, and the hidden weapons in the upper and middle lanes were sealed again.

Feng Wuma repelled Mr. Huwen, and Chu Huan sealed the hidden weapon. Everything happened in an instant, and neither of them stopped. When Mr. Huwen retreated, Feng Wuma's whole body was already in front of him, and Chu Huan had already snarled, and rushed towards the young man in blue.

Feng Wu's saber was mighty, he and Young Master Hu Wen advanced and retreated, but their sabers crossed each other, and the sound of "choking, choking, choking" was loud.

Seeing Chu Huan approaching, the young man in blue shirt looked calm. When he moved his hand, the flute was already in his hand. The blood drinking knife in Chu Huan's hand was burning like a flame, and it was very dazzling in the stone room. Like a flame burning past.

Ying Ren had already fallen to the ground at this time, Yuan Yu rushed to his side, and asked with concern: "How are you?"

Ying Ren glanced at Yuan Yu, snorted coldly, ignored them, stood up, held the knife, and shouted: "Chu Huan, Feng Wuma, took down these two traitors."

Chu Huan is proficient with swordsmanship, and has already slashed at the blue-shirted boy several times, but the blue-shirted boy's figure is like a ghost, and whenever the blade is about to be slashed, he can dodge in the blink of an eye. The stone room was originally not that big, and there wasn't much room to dodge, but the young master in blue can often find the most suitable way to avoid Chu Huan's sharp attack from the most appropriate space.

His clothes fluttered, and he held a flute in his hand. Although he was dodging, he looked very chic, as if he was dancing.

Chu Huan attacked again and again, but the young man in the blue shirt didn't make a move, he just dodged blindly. At first glance, it seemed that the young man in the blue shirt was at a disadvantage, but Chu Huan knew in his heart that this person was either waiting for an opportunity or had other plans, so carefulness.

Although the blue-shirted man dodged, every time Chu Huan attacked, he was sealed between the blue-shirted man and Yingren. He was only worried that the blue-shirted man would take the opportunity to shoot a hidden weapon at Yingren.

Although Yingren seems to have a bit of martial arts foundation and is not vain, Chu Huan can also see that Yingren has no actual combat experience. If the blue shirt boy really wants to shoot a hidden weapon at Yingren, Yingren may not be able to dodge it go.

Seeing that Chu Huan had been sealed between him and Ying Ren, the young man in blue had a faint smile on his face, as if he had seen through Chu Huan's intentions.

Chu Huan slashed down again, but the blue-shirted man was already leaping backwards lightly, like a blue butterfly, dodging a huge distance.

When he jumped back, he saw that he had already held the flute horizontally with both hands, and put it to his mouth, a strange music suddenly wafted in the stone room.

The sound of the flute reached his ears, and Chu Huan suddenly felt as if needles had been pierced into his temples on both sides, causing a burst of pain.

He realized in an instant that the sudden pain might have something to do with the sound of the flute played by the young man in blue.

Feng Wu's saber practiced lightly, and he already had the upper hand in the battle against Mr. Huwen. If it weren't for Mr. Huwen's swordsmanship being weird and using strange tricks to deal with it from time to time, perhaps Feng Wuma would have won a moment earlier.

When the flute sounded, not only did Chu Huan feel a stabbing pain in his head, but Feng Wuma, Ying Ren and Yuan Yu all felt a stabbing pain in his temple.

Moreover, this tingling feeling pervaded in an instant, and the whole brain seemed to be hit hard by something.

Chu Huan originally wanted to use a knife to stop the young man in blue shirt from playing the flute, but when his brain ached, he realized that there was more than one young man in blue shirt in front of him. In his eyes, there was a phantom. Under the stone wall in front, the word Five or six young men in blue shirts were lined up, false and real, and they couldn't tell which one was real and which one was fake.

Chu Huan did not expect that the young man in blue shirt would have such abilities as a demon heretic. He held back the pain in his head, shouted angrily, and leaned forward, aiming at a figure with the blood drinking knife in his hand, but saw five or six Alternate and real figures were all flashing. Although my knife seemed to have hit someone, it was obviously a phantom, and it cut through nothing.

The young man in the blue shirt had a faint smile on his face, quite proud, but his weird flute sound continued, the knife in Yingren's hand had already landed, and he said in pain, "It hurts...!" Holding his head, his face Painful on the face.

Feng Wuma also felt dizzy for a while, seeing that Mr. Huwen's body had also transformed into five or six figures, and he could clearly see the grin on Mr. Huwen's face.

"I already said that you shouldn't come." Young Master Huwen laughed and said, "Shenyiwei... that's all...!" While grinning grinningly, he leaned forward and slashed at him with a knife.

What Feng Wuma saw at this time was five or six figures slashing at him at the same time. He was surprised, but at this moment he couldn't tell which of the five or six figures was real, and which of the five or six knives was real. Fake.

He could only swing his knife to meet him, but when he encountered a knife, there was no resistance. pain, endured the pain, and slashed at it with a knife, and the figure of Mr. Huwen flickered. A deep gash was drawn on it.

Mr. Huwen was like a cat cleaning mice, swimming around Feng Wuma, and from time to time he drew a knife, but left and right to open a series of scars on Feng Wuma's body, but he was not in a hurry to kill.

He let out a hey laugh, very pleased with himself, allowing him to play around with the majestic Shenyiwei Baihu, which gave him an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

"You want to know who I am?" Mr. Hu Wen said with a chuckle, "I'm really not afraid to tell you...!"

Although Feng Wuma knew that it was useless to dodge, he still dodged and slashed the air in vain, and said angrily, "Who the hell are you?"

Mr. Huwen smiled and said: "What you are stepping on is my homeland. Although the Hanyang Kingdom has been destroyed, the Hanyang Kingdom has not become extinct...!"

Feng Wuma slashed down with a knife, and said coldly: "You... are you a relic of the Hanyang Kingdom?"

Mr. Hu Wen slashed out again, on the back of Feng Wu's horse. The cut was extremely deep, and blood overflowed. At this time, Feng Wuma had more than ten wounds all over his body, all of which were bleeding. None of them were fatal, but they all bled out quickly, and Feng Wuma's clothes all over his body were already stained red with blood.

Feng Wuma's body was made of iron, if he allowed the blood to flow like this, he would definitely die from excessive blood loss in a short time.

Although Chu Huan tried his best to find out the real body of the blue-shirted man, he attacked one after another, but he still couldn't hurt the blue-shirted man in the slightest.

The young man in blue was light and nimble, and every time he moved, Chu Huan saw five or six figures swimming at the same time, and the weird humming continued from beginning to end.

Chu Huan knew that if he allowed the flute to continue playing, the consequences would be unimaginable, including himself, who would be teased to death by these two people bit by bit.

As soon as they played the flute and released their knives, they formed a perfect combination. Although Feng Wuma and himself were not vulnerable, facing each other's strange abilities, they were powerful and useless.

What the young man in blue shirt played was a death song.

Chu Huan had never heard this weird tune, just like the tune used to control Chi Lian Snake before. While playing the flute, the young man in blue shirt looked at Chu Huan who was making moves repeatedly with playful eyes. No complacency.

He may be very satisfied with his ability.

Yingren's willpower is not as strong as that of Chu Huan and Feng Wuma, and his resistance to the sound of the flute is extremely poor, so his head hurts and he hugs his head tightly with a painful expression on his face. Yuan Yu also has a headache, but he understands , if they stay here all the time, they will be killed by the two young men in blue shirts. Enduring the pain in his head, he grabbed Ying Ren's hand and said with difficulty: "Your Highness... let's go first... get out of here... ...!"

Although Feng Wuma was dripping with blood all over his body, and felt that his energy and physical strength were being consumed rapidly, he also shouted loudly: "Your Highness, you...you go...!"

Mr. Huwen laughed and said, "Let's go? None of them can go."

He slashed again, this time opening a hole in Feng Wuma's lower abdomen. Feng Wuma had already turned into a bloody man.

Chu Huan understood the melody, and while he was slashing out repeatedly, he wanted to stop the sound of the blue-shirted man's flute, but at the same time he was enduring the pain in his head, trying to hear the flaws in the blue-shirted man's melody.

Consecutive sword strikes could not achieve any effect, which made Chu Huan understand a truth. The opponent used the sound of the flute to confuse people's brains. If he wanted to crack it, he might have to use the rhythm.