The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

Therefore, facing these seemingly indestructible enemies around him, he was completely passive. His forehead and back were already wet with sweat. Trembling slightly.

Anyone with a discerning eye would know that it won't be long before Linghu Chong will fall into the same desperate situation as Zuo Lengchan.

For this, Zuo Lengchan had no choice but to yell at Zhu Wushi, hoping that he could get out of his predicament.

But for Zuo Lengchan's plea for help, even if Zhu Wushi had the intention, he was powerless.

Zhu ignores that the main skill is the "Power Absorption Dafa", which can continuously absorb the enemy's internal force or true energy to strengthen himself during the battle. It can be said that under normal circumstances, it should be more courageous as the battle progresses.

However, what Zhu Wushi faced this time was Yao Yue and Lian Xing who had practiced "Ming Yu Gong".

Practitioners of "Ming Yu Gong" have internal strength and true energy that are as solid as a rock. No matter how Zhu Wushi exerts his skills, the true energy in the two women's bodies will not be affected in the slightest. Jurchen was almost injured when she was angry.

Therefore, without the greatest reliance at present, Zhu Wushi faced the encirclement of Yaoyue and Lianxing. Although he would not be defeated, it would be difficult for him to win.

And Feng Qingyang and Cao Zhengchun on the other two sides are obviously having a hard time now.

The three of them now know that their own people are being slaughtered continuously, and they want to help, but they can't and dare not.

Because, apart from the four people who were fighting with him in the arena at this time, on one side, there was also a master-level expert known for his flying knives, Xiao Li Tanhua.

Its attention is constantly moving among the three directions.

Under such circumstances, Zhu Wushi and the others, who were supposed to be extremely dignified against the enemy, had to pay attention to Li Xun Huan with his hands hanging down at one side, for fear that the other party would suddenly attack him directly. Issued a knife.

Zhu Wushi, Hefeng Qingyang, and Cao Zhengchun also felt depressed in their hearts.

I've never seen such bullying, it's too much.

The strength of the opponent in the field is difficult (good king's) to entangle, but there is still a person standing on one side who doesn't know when he will put a cold knife on himself.

In such a situation, even if Zhu Wushi still has the strength to spare, he still has difficulties to speak of, and he dare not rush to do his best without holding back.

Even knowing the current situation, the longer it drags on, the more unfavorable it will be for them. The three of them can only endure the growing anxiety and anger in their hearts and continue to stand still and deal with the difficult enemy in front of them. Li Xun Huan, who didn't know when he would make a move, didn't dare to leave rashly and switch to the other side of the battlefield.

Chu Heng chuckled lightly at this, nodded to Li Xun Huan on the side, and then waved his hand. Huang Xuemei agreed, nodded, and put the Tianmoqin on the table that she had prepared earlier. On the table, inhale slightly, and put your hands on the colorful strings. .

Chapter [-] Killing Feast

With Huang Xuemei's hands on the seven-colored strings, after a brief pause, the spring-like sound of the piano was centered on Huang Xuemei, floating towards the surroundings, and introduced into the battlefield that was undergoing a life-and-death struggle.

Hearing the sound of the zither drifting over, those first-rate warriors from the Sun Moon God Sect all froze in the battlefield that originally belonged to first-rate and second-rate warriors.

In the blink of an eye, these disciples who belonged to the Sun Moon God Sect turned around and quickly left the battlefield without even thinking about it, even if they were hit by knives and swords.

Such a change made those in the Four Mountains Sword Sect and the Ming royal family very puzzled.

Some people wondered why these disciples of the Sun Moon God Sect would withdraw suddenly, and some people thought that something went wrong behind the Sun Moon God Sect, so these warriors of the Sun Moon God Sect would leave quickly.

Even a small number of disciples who were red-eyed because their companions were killed before even chased after these first-class fighters from the Sun Moon God Sect when they saw them retreat.

However, before chasing a few steps, following the sound of the piano that was blowing through my heart like a spring breeze in my ear, it suddenly turned aside, like a mountain and flowing water, or like the Yellow River torrenting.

The surviving disciples of the Four Mountains Sword Sect and members of the Daming imperial family all froze in place, and the faces of each disciple quickly turned red.

These 277 first-class fighters die every few breaths, following the constant changes in the rhythm. +]

Either the seven orifices bleed for no reason, and they fall limply on the ground, or the body seems to be cut in half by some sharp weapon, and the blood sprays the internal organs, or even explodes directly after screaming fiercely.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, half of the disciples were killed or injured, and the original number of tens of thousands of disciples suddenly became only a mere [-].

And this number is still decreasing like crazy.

The entire muddy land has been dyed scarlet in the blood that is constantly spraying out.

Even if it was a hundred meters away, everyone could smell the thick bloody smell that quickly drifted over with the wind, making people sick and unable to resist the chills on their backs.

At this time, those Sun Moon God Sect disciples who had left the previous battle place felt chills all over their bodies looking at the scenes that looked like purgatory on earth, and finally understood why a few hours ago, Wei Tianxing urged everyone Withdrew after hearing the sound of the piano.

Afterwards, the disciples of the Sun Moon God Sect looked over there and sat on the black chairs, their overpowering faces were icy cold, and their slender fingers like green onions kept flicking the rainbow-like beauty. The man of the strings.

What they had in their eyes was only deep fear, as if the person in their eyes was not a peerless beauty, but a demon who chose to devour others. ~)

Seeing a large number of companions continue to die like this, some disciples of the Siyue Sword Sect seemed to be crazy, and their hearts were completely filled with fear.

Some even threw away the weapons in their hands and turned to run away after seeing such a terrifying scene like a slaughterhouse, wanting to leave this hell-like ghost place.

But when these fleeing disciples turned around and did not take a few steps, their visions blurred, and after the last scene that they would never forget in their eyes, they were completely wiped out.

The rest of the disciples also discovered that the death of a large number of companions was because of Huang Xuemei who was playing the piano in the distance, and after a roar, he rushed towards Huang Xuemei with a sword.

But as soon as he lifted his footsteps, the distance of [-] meters became the gap between life and death.

This time, the Four Mountains Sword Sect brought more than [-] disciples, plus the hundred Xiantian Realm under the command of the Ming Dynasty Imperial Family, there were only a hundred or so Xiantian Realm fighters in total.

The rest are all first-rate and second-rate warriors.

But now, in just a quarter of an hour, these more than [-] warriors, no matter whether there are those who want to make great achievements in the future, or those who are talented, at this moment, all of them have fallen on this black wood cliff. Down.

(bfdg)

Faced with such a scene, although Xiao Zhao beside Chu Heng couldn't bear it in his heart, he just sighed in the end and ignored it.

Chu Heng looked at Huang Xuemei's leading killing feast under the arrangement of his own hands, and his expression did not fluctuate in the slightest.

It was as if what had been killed earlier was not more than [-] living people, but just accidentally stepped into an ant nest and trampled to death [-] unimportant ants.

Afterwards, looking at Huang Xuemei who had stopped playing the piano, her eyes were lightly closed, and waves gushed out of her body, Chu Heng smiled and couldn't help but nodded.