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"Sister Rong!" Yue'er nervously grabbed Duanmu Rong's hand, and her small body moved closer to her.

Before he got out of the stone tunnel dug in the mountain, the shouts of battle and slaughter, the sound of weapons colliding with gold and iron, the muffled thunder of fists and feet, and the wails of death on the cloister not far away came first. It was accompanied by thousands of people, with varying degrees of murderous aura... Mixed with the fishy smell of blood splashing, it created an uncomfortable feeling in the air that made Yue'er feel suffocated and oppressed.

The closer you get to that battlefield, the more so! Many people, very intense, and don't ask whether they are Qin Jun or Mo disciples, their lives are dying.

"Don't be afraid, Yue'er, I will protect you. Duanmu Rong squeezed her hand, and her expression softened when facing her. This girl, who is loved by her as a sister, has experienced too much sadness. If she could, she really wanted her to stay away from all this strife and gore forever. However, she can't imprison her because of her own personal thoughts.

At the age of twelve, Yue'er knows what she is doing. In the same way, Duanmu Rong knew what she was going to do.

Yue'er felt a little relieved, and seemed to think of something, and instructed: "Sister Rong must also take care of herself, otherwise Brother Jingyu will be sad." She looked at Duanmu Rong worriedly, living together for a long time, she naturally understood Duanmu Rong's character. is rigid on the outside and soft on the inside, maybe he will risk his own life in order to save a certain Mo disciple.

Duanmu Rong avoided her gaze, and she couldn't guarantee it.

Seeing this, Yue'er also made a decision in her heart to protect this kind and good sister.

The orange glow of the oil lamps in the tunnel gradually dimmed, and the white of the sun replaced them. At the moment of staggering, Yue'er and Duanmu Rong couldn't help but squint their eyes. Immediately after, the sound of everything around suddenly increased, and then the open world revealed the entire Mo family's position.

It was a platform where dozens of Mo disciples and almost the same number of Qin soldiers slashed and slashed against each other. The terrain allows them to form formations that can work together to make up for gaps. On the whole, it can be regarded as holding each other.

The left and right corridors that link it are less than three meters wide, and a small number of people does not mean that the battle is easy. Look at the corpses on the ground, there are more here.

Then there is another platform, where two strong men, the Great Hammer and the Quicksand Peerless Ghost, are fighting. The sledgehammer pulls the chain and shakes the hammer that is usually carried behind him, and casts the first layer of the Thor's hammer. The constantly rotating hammer, with strong wind pressure, made Wushuang's body feel like it was in a whirlpool.

His side was slowing down, and the sledgehammer had already wheeled the hammer to his side.

Seeing that the first hammer was about to hit, the Peerless Ghost slammed his fist into the ground facing the direction of the sledgehammer. The red internal energy burst through the arm, and the ground was completely destroyed, and it swelled and exploded, and countless fragments struck the sledgehammer.

"Ahh He rushed forward with a majestic momentum, and under the shouting and cheering, the hammer had already smashed into the head of the peerless ghost.

The posture of the Peerless Ghost was just pressed down, avoiding the first blow. As the sledgehammer approached, it contracted the chain and smashed the hammer that had circled around again, finally hitting the left cheek of the Peerless Ghost.

Musou Ghost is born with strong bones and muscles, skin as hard as armor, and ordinary swords are difficult to hurt, and his endurance is even more amazing. With a thunderous hammer smashing into the face, he gritted his teeth and persevered. The upper body was hit hard and leaned back, and he took a step back, still not falling.

Sledgehammer was surprised by this. He slammed the hammer and slammed it a third time. The Peerless Ghost was knocked back half a step back... This is also because each time the hammer's attack is blocked, its strength will naturally weaken accordingly.

After a few blows like this, the hammer that struck couldn't repel the peerless ghost.

The sledgehammer was angry in his heart, took the chain and held the handle of the hammer, and leaped into the air, several feet high.

"Ahhhhh Thor thrashes !!"

He roared! At this moment, the battlefield was temporarily stagnant, and people were all focused on another blazing sun in the sky. It flickered with thunder, and the more it gathered, the more undisturbed it became, and finally, it erupted, violating the laws of physical free fall, and in an instant, it reached the top of the head of the peerless ghost.

With a rumbling sound, the area on the ground where the Peerless Ghost had been standing was shrouded in golden-shaped thunder. The ground could not withstand the squeezing, and four or five cracks opened, causing the combatants on both sides who were already standing to take several steps back. Leaning close to a pair of eyes, ravaged by the storm, closed and covered with arms again.

If it were an ordinary person, there was the slightest doubt that this terrible power would blast it into powder. However, after a few breaths, there were two figures in the crackling thunder and the smoke and dust that was about to disperse.

One is on the top of the hammer, the other is on the lower mountain... The unequaled ghost double~ legs are nearly half deep under the sunken ground, but they stubbornly resisted the strongest move of the sledgehammer. His hideous face lifted up, and a beastly roar erupted, and black smoke came out of his mouth.

Originally, he was holding the hammer with both hands, but now he is holding on to prevent the sledgehammer from taking it away. And with great strength, starting with the hammer, even the big hammer was lifted. Step by step, he walked up to the ground, and then smashed the sledgehammer down with a sluggish face. There was another muffled thud, and the ground was sunken and cracked because of the thump.

The sledgehammer was injured and let out a few moans~ groans. He tried to get up several times, but he still hadn't recovered from the blow. Under the shadow of the sky again, it turned out to be a peerless ghost rising up, and a pair of big feet stepped down heavily, enveloping his chest.

"Big Hammer!" Yue'er, who was familiar with him, watched from a distance and couldn't help covering her mouth, "Sister Rong, what should I do?"

Duanmu Rong glanced at the Mo family disciples who were fighting along the way, "Life is all the same! Yue'er, our work has begun." "Three silver needles appeared between her fingers clenched in her fist, and she threw them out to kill a Qin soldier... He was attacking a Mo disciple who had fallen to the ground with an injury.

Duanmu Rong then came to the disciple with his body technique, took silver needles and pricked him at several acupuncture points, and sprinkled hemostatic medicine on the narrow wound. Now that it's a battlefield, she doesn't have any extra time, so she can only do some emergency treatment... After a few breaths, she simply bandaged this disciple, and she had already taken Yue'er to the next place.

The soldiers of the Qin army naturally saw them, and some officers even ordered to kill the two of them first. The soldiers rushed towards them, and some of the disciples of the Mo family felt their kindness and tried their best to resist and block. Yue'er was still a little overwhelmed, and Duanmu Rong was only responsible for treating the injured.

The face is solemn, the pink lips ~ the petals are tightly pursed, the hands and feet are numb, and the movements are fast. Gradually, Yue'er was also affected by her and calmed down. He handed her all kinds of medicines, and took strips of white cloth so that she could save time to treat the Mo disciples.

The battlefield is bloody and merciless, but there are a pair of sisters who bloom holy!

Like the battle arena between the sledgehammer and the unequaled ghost, each open flat area linked by the cloister is faced by the masters of both sides. Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang, Snow Girl and Chi Lian, Blue Wolf King vs. Zhao Sheng, and Qing'er and Gao Yanli vs. Star Soul.

The water cold sword that gradually separates from Gao and performs the trick 'Wind Xiao Xiao Xi Yi Shui Han' is an extreme attack that abandons defense. While the power increases, the flaws are also huge. On the contrary, Qing'er's thin sword pierced the defensive route. It can be seen that the swift attacks of the white phoenix that day can be fully defended.

Compared to the Star Soul, the two are no one as good. However, with the coincidental cooperation, it was a little difficult for the Star Soul to start for a while. His attacks were not as swift as Bai Feng's, and his strength and power had undoubtedly increased a lot. Qing'er is difficult to reach with a sword, and attacks at one point almost simultaneously many times, and the accumulated strength can hold on to it. Then Gao gradually left to cast Yi Shui Han and forced away the star soul... The two of them don't chase either, just be able to contain him.

To say that on this battlefield, the only ones that do not have a fixed fighting ground are undoubtedly the thieves and the white phoenix. The two of them performed light skills, shuttling around, even between swords and swords. The thief's body method is sensitive, and the white phoenix is swift. Although each has its own strengths, there is no doubt that the white phoenix's martial arts are above the thief.

Jingyu said that the light skill is good is not equal to the good martial arts, in fact, it is said that the internal force of this light skill training is not the same as the internal strength. The light power is relied on by the double ~ legs, and it is also like adding a fist, and the internal force exercised is concentrated in the place of exercise. Internal power can prompt light work, but light power cannot be used as internal force.

Thieves specialize in stealing and hardly practice internal strength. Moreover, in order to adapt the body to the various environments of theft, it is more than flexible and strong and lacking... After being chased by the white phoenix, he kicked him in the cheek, flipped in the air and crashed into the fighting platform, rolling down several times before stopping.

"Ahem..." A trace of blood flowed from the corner of the thief's mouth, and he tried to kneel on one knee, but it was difficult to lift his strength for a while.

"Looks like you're not fast enough!" the white phoenix stood gracefully on top of the cloister tiles, shooting out a white feather arrow in his hand.

Seeing that the arrow was about to shoot straight into the thief's foot, there was a crisp sound, and a silver needle was shot from the side and changed its direction. The white phoenix frowned slightly, and his ears heard the sharp and vicious wind sound again, and he activated the light gong and flashed to another place. Where he had been standing, three silver needles flew by.

Bai Feng, who had stopped, looked down again, and Duanmu Rong was already in front of the thief.

"Miss Rong, you're no match for him, let's go!" the thief breathed a sigh of relief and shouted anxiously. He struggled to get up from the ground, one hand clasped to the ground, and blood was grinding out from his fingertips, "Your life has been saved many times, enough is enough!!"

Duanmu Rong didn't answer him, only stared at the white phoenix with a pair of eyes. She held the silver needle in both hands, ready to go...

"I've always been reluctant to women. Bai Fenghuang said this, and seeing that Duanmu Rong didn't move, he curled the corners of his mouth with a hint of sarcasm, "Do you want to protect him?"

After the last word of the white phoenix was finished, he was already standing on the mountain rock more than ten steps away behind Duanmu Rong. He held a white feather in his hand again and threw it out leisurely... Everything around him slowed down in his line of sight.

Duanmu Rong's eyes widened and her pupils contracted, and when she turned halfway, she saw that the white feather was about to steal her feet. She closed her eyes a little unbearably because she knew she couldn't do anything.

The imaginary sound of the thief falling to the ground did not appear. Duanmu Rong opened her eyes in surprise, and then her eyes widened as if they had just been... The feelings contained in it are definitely different... In disbelief, she saw Jingyu's relieved expression as she held the white feather.

"You stupid woman, did I tell you, don't you get involved in the fighting, if you get hurt, who will save you?" he took his posture and stood up, nodding her forehead as if reproachfully, but smiled helplessly. There's a feeling of 'it's good you're okay'.

After being taught by him, Duanmu Rong has never been willing!_

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