Luo Lie felt that his wrist was about to break. His left hand was blocked by the ropes and his blood circulation had turned purple-black. The sky-eyed thousand-pillar in his palm had grown a lot more, like a big eye glaring. Although Luo Lie could not see the scene above, he could hear the conversation between Yan Tianxin and his grandfather. He was powerless except to be moved. He never thought that he would fall into such a dilemma. At this moment, no wisdom or martial arts could be used. He could not expect that a seven-foot man would be controlled by a small bug. Luo Lie stared at the sky-eyed thousand-pillar, and sighed in his heart, "If this is really an eye, at least I still have the chance to hypnotize you."

The Tianmu Millipede seemed to sense what Luo Lie thought, and it became more and more rounded, and it looked no different from one eye. Unexpectedly, the Tianmu Millipede fell from Luo Lie's palm after it bulged into a spherical shape, and rolled down against Luo Lie's body, and fell into the eye socket of the golden armored warrior below. Luo Lie would never have thought that the Tianmu Millipede, which was like a maggot with a tarsal bone, would fall off from the palm so easily. The golden armored warrior felt a foreign object drilling into his eye socket. He was so scared that he hurriedly reached out to grab it. In desperation, he forgot that he was still in danger. He let go of Luo Lie's thighs with both hands and fell from the sky with screams.

Luo Xingmu felt his wrist lightening suddenly, and then he heard the screams. He immediately understood what was going on in his heart. When he pulled his left wrist, Luo Lie rose from below like a cloud of fog. Luo Xingmu led Luo Lie to the five black armored warriors at the same time. He had to take care of Luo Lie's safety. After all, it was useful to him to leave this kid, so he had to remove the five black armored warriors to prevent them from shooting him when Luo Lie was unstable.

Fortunately, the main target of the five Wujia warriors was Luo Xingmu. They raised their crossbow arrows to aim at Luo Xingmu and shot them one after another. Luo Xingmu's skull was swung, and his silver braid was like a long whip, circling in an arc toward their bodies, shooting down all the feather arrows that were shooting at them.

Luo Lie was pulled over the ice rock and immediately pulled out the Tang sword to cut off the rope between him and Luo Xingmu. His entire left hand had become purple-black, and there was an almond-like blood hole in his palm, which looked terrifying, and his left hand was numb and unconscious.

"Be careful!" Yan Tianxin's reminder sounded. Luo Lie heard the sound of wind above his head, and hurriedly raised the Tang sword and fought back. However, Yan Kuohai slashed with a sword without waiting for Luo Lie to gain a foothold. Luo Lie blocked Yan Kuohai's sword with one hand. His strength was far inferior to the other party. In addition, Yan Kuohai's attack was unexpected and caught Luo Lie off guard, which shocked Luo Lie to sit on the ground.

Yan Kuohai used his arms and pressed his sword down and rushed straight to Luo Lie's neck to cut. As expected, he believed in the rules and was determined. Anyone who dared to enter the secret realm of Jiuyou would kill him.

Seeing that Luo Lie was in a critical situation, Yan Tianxin pulled out a scimitar and rushed towards Yan Kuohai: "Stop!" She slashed straight to Yan Kuohai's arm.

Yan Kuohai had a very strong armored defense and did not take Yan Tianxin's sword seriously. Yan Tianxin slashed his elbow guard with a clang, and a spark was stirred up. Yan Kuohai was intact. He glanced at his granddaughter coldly, then kicked Yan Tianxin in the lower abdomen, and kicked Yan Tianxin out of the way. Fortunately, he flew in the inside, and Yan Tianxin fell on the ice rock three meters away. This blow was clearly showing mercy under his feet.

Luo Lie was still struggling to support him, but suddenly felt the pressure lighter. It turned out that Yan Kuohai let him go when he was about to succeed and rushed towards Luo Xingmu with his sword.

Luo Xingmu rushed to the camp of the five Wujia samurai like a demon coming to the world. He kicked the two Wujia samurai away with his feet, and hit one of them in the face with a punch, and actually knocked the other's skull to collapse. He whistled out the back of his head, wrapped around a samurai who intended to attack him, and tightened the Wujia samurai behind him like a poisonous snake. In a flash, he had four of the five people removed. Finally, the Wujia samurai raised his spear and pointed it at Luo Xingmu's chest.

Poked it away, Luo Xingmu reached out to grab the spear and followed the direction toward the area in his arms. The warrior was unsteadily rushing towards him. Luo Xingmu raised his right hand, and his five nails had now become as dark as ink, and his fingertips were as sharp as eagle claws. Swish! It was inserted into the warrior's forehead. The black-green steel helmet above the warrior's head was like tofu in front of his sharp claws, and his five fingers were directly poured into the warrior's skull. After Luo Xingmu's eyes turned black, his combat power also increased exponentially.

Luo Xingmu didn't even look at it. The spear in his hand turned backwards and blocked Yan Kuohai's attack from behind. The spear was cast in fine steel to resist the broken sword in Yan Kuohai's hand. The sword and spear intertwined, and the two powerful forces converged together and hit Mars.

Luo Xingmu took advantage of the force to rush forward three steps, swung the samurai's body, and threw it backward like a sandbag.

Yan Kuohai broke his sword and slapped the samurai's body, and it fell below the relief. Even though he witnessed the death of his companion, there was no fluctuation on his cold face. The long dark life of the cave made the tomb guards live alone and gradually forget the feelings in the world. The most important thing in their hearts was to guard the forbidden zone of their clan and guard the holy land belonging to the Jurchens. For this belief, no sacrifice was fearless.

Luo Xingmu slowly turned around, and his eyes had completely turned into ink.

Yan Kuohai looked at Luo Xingmu, and his face showed an unprecedented solemn expression, and he whispered: "Who are you?"

Luo Xingmu raised his spear and took a sudden step forward. The spear pierced the void at an unparalleled speed. The tangible spear tip teared the invisible air, and the spear tip made a sharp roar during the high-speed friction with the air.

Yan Kuohai roared violently, and broke the force of one-quarter of the sword force in his hand and slashed it down. However, the target was the spear tip that was so small that it was almost negligible. The sword spine was wide and thick, the blade was as thin as paper, and the spear was two feet long. The sharp edge was as sharp as a needle. The two masters tried their best. The sharp blades collided, and their bodies were shocked. However, Luo Xingmu suddenly abandoned the spear at this time, and his body rushed towards Yan Kuohai like a ghost.

According to common sense, it is not wise to take the initiative to abandon weapons in duels, but Luo Xingmu's speed is too fast. Before Yan Kuohai can launch a second attack, he has already come near Yan Kuohai and pointed his right hand at Yan Kuohai's door.

In this kind of close-knit fight, the big sword in Yan Kuohai's hand became a burden. He grabbed Luo Xingmu's right wrist with his left hand, abandoned the big sword with his right hand, and hooked Luo Xingmu's jaw with one punch.

Luo Xingmu's left arm was as if there was no bone, and he wrapped Yan Kuohai's fist like a spiritual snake. The two grabbed each other's arms, and the lower plate was not idle either. They both legs came out together and hit each other, and the sound of fluffy was endless.

Not to mention the authorities, even Luo Lie and Yan Tianxin, the two bystanders, had their scalp numb when they heard it. Luo Xingmu and Yan Kuohai seemed to have lost their pain and started a close-knit fight on the narrow platform above the ice rock.

Yan Tianxin wanted to go over to help, but was caught by Luo Lie. Onlooker Qing, Luo Lie had long seen that Luo Xingmu and Yan Kuohai had far better force than them. If they were to get close, they might be the first to suffer.

Yan Kuohai hit Luo Xingmu's face with his forehead. The hard skull hit Luo Xingmu's face with an empty sound, as if he was hitting a rotten wood. Luo Xingmu seized the opportunity and quickly twisted his head. His silver braid wrapped around Yan Kuohai's head and strangled his neck.

The braids quickly tightened. Yan Kuohai roared, broke away from Luo Xingmu's arms, hugged his body a standard camel, and threw Luo Xingmu's back heavily on the ice rock. Although Yan Kuohai took the initiative in the scene, Luo Xingmu's braids still wrapped around Yan Kuohai's neck tightly, tightening and tightening.

Yan Kuohai grabbed the braid with one hand and pulled the dagger from his waist with the other hand, trying to cut it off, but Luo Xingmu rushed over and grabbed his wrist holding the dagger with both hands. His hands were naturally superior to one hand. Seeing that Luo Xingmu was about to reverse the dagger, Yan Kuohai roared violently, put the braid on the end of the dagger handle, and hit the dagger with a punch. The sudden increase in power made the dagger pierce into Luo Xingmu's left chest. Luo Xingmu groaned and grabbed Yan Kuohai's right hand again to prevent the dagger from further deepening into his body. The index finger and middle finger of the right hand suddenly penetrated into Yan Kuohai's eyes.

Yan Kuohai did not expect that Luo Xingmu still had such powerful counterattack ability after being stabbed. His eyes were painful, and his eyes were already snatched out by Luo Xingmu's sharp fingers.

Seeing that his grandfather was so miserable, Yan Tianxin could not stand by and rush forward desperately.

Luo Xingmu's legs were curled up, and Yi Ruo Rabbit Fighting Falcon, and suddenly stepped on Yan Kuohai's lower abdomen. Yan Kuohai's magnificent body was kicked away by him. At the same time, Luo Xingmu's braid wrapped around Yan Kuohai's neck tightened again, and Yan Kuohai almost lost his combat power.

Luo Xingmu picked up Yan Kuohai's body and rushed towards Yan Tianxin. Before Yan Tianxin could even use the knife, he was already knocked down by the two of them fighting each other. His body lost balance and rolled to the edge of the ice rock. He was about to fall. Luo Lie, who had been paying attention to Yan Tianxin's movements, rushed up in time and hugged her, stopping Yan Tianxin's momentum of rolling down.

Luo Xingmu hit Yan Kuohai's body heavily on the ice rock, pulled out the dagger that pierced into his left chest, and pointed it at Yan Kuohai's left eye, which was as bloody as a spring.

Yan Tianxin's heart-wrenching wailing sounded behind her: "Grandpa!"

Yan Kuohai's burly body was still standing there, Luo Xingmu's ruthless eyes looked at him coldly, watching Yan Kuohai slowly kneel on the ground, and then turned around and left.

Yan Tianxin ran over crying and picked up his blood-covered grandfather.

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