After a long time, he took out a piece of jerky fist-sized meat from his arms, split it into two from the middle, and threw half of it to Yang Qingyue.

The shredded meat of this piece of meat was extremely thick, and when Yang Qingyue tore it apart and threw it into his mouth, he ate a sour smell... It was probably horse meat, the military rations of the Jin army.

Just after eating this piece of meat, Yang Qingyue felt a little disappointed and was thinking about finding something to say.

Just then,

Suddenly, I heard a sound of footsteps coming from outside the ruined temple.

What followed was a few people purring when they spoke the Jurchen language... This was the Jin soldiers!

In an instant, Yang Qingyue felt nervous!

He tried to hold his hands hard and wanted to sit up from the ground. However, he was then hit hard by a split headache and fell back to the ground.

At this moment, the swordsman with a white cloth wrapped around his head was gone!

It was said that it was almost time to come, and several Jin soldiers had already walked into the hall of the ruined temple with torches. They looked up and saw Yang Qingyue lying in the corner!

At this moment, Yang Qingyue saw several shining sword lights on the Jin soldiers, "Swish!" and a Jin soldier was already walking towards him with great strides.

Suddenly, with a "huh!", the fire in the hall suddenly darkened!

A black cloak suddenly fell from the sky, covering a Jin soldier with the torch in his hand.

Then, Yang Qingyue saw a figure falling down like lightning from the roof!

I saw the swordsman leaping down from the beam of the room. When his body was still in the air, he slashed with a diagonal knife!

With a "click", the blade instantly cut into a Jin soldier's neck!

However, in this moment, among the four remaining Jin soldiers, except for the guy with a cloak on his head, the other three were already attacking the swordsman with their swords!

It is worthy of being an army of war. These Jin troops all reflect extremely agile and act as fast as the wind!

The movements of these Jin soldiers were rapid and fierce, just like the Tiefutu that Yang Qingyue had faced against before, and they were full of ruthless tricks to kill the enemy!

However, at this time the swordsman turned his body and leaned his back against the Jin soldier who had just stabbed himself in the neck and was still not falling!

The swordsman's simple mistake turned his situation of being attacked from all sides into worry-free behind his back... Then, Yang Qingyue saw him facing the blade of the Jin soldiers slashing over, narrowing his neck and slashing with one move, and then taking a step and slashing with one strike!

What a quick knife!

In an instant, the sword light in the swordsman's hand flashed in almost no distinction between front and back, and in an instant, two Jin soldiers were hit by the critical moment!

Then he saw the swordsman turn around without hesitation, and when he was in mid-air, he suddenly let out a shocking shout from his throat!

Even the fire in the temple was shocked by this loud roar!

I saw the swordsman in mid-air, and then slashed in the air again, slashing towards the bottom!

What a quick knife! What a ruthless trick!

When Yang Qingyue saw this, he knew that the last sword of this man's three moves was a move that concerns their life and death!

If this knife fails to hit, the consequences will be unimaginable!

Yang Qingyue gritted her teeth and wanted to get up from the ground, but he felt that his hands and feet were still sore and weak... Suddenly!

His hand, which was holding on the ground, touched a round thing. This was the spear that he still didn't let go when he fell down the city wall!

When Yang Qingyue sat on the ground and picked up the spear with both hands, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart!

Just like what he remembered, there was no tip of the gun on the barrel!

At this moment, a loud "clang!" sounded like a loud "clang!" from the broken temple!

The swordsman just slashed in the air. Although the Jin soldier raised his hand in time to block it, he was a little hasty and did not have time to exert force.

The tiger-toothed sword in the hands of the Jin army was slashed by the swordsman's quick knife with a sharp knife. The two swords sank down one after another, and the blade of the quick knife was chopped into the shoulder of the Jin soldier! As the screams of the Jin soldier rang out, suddenly, the swordsman's hand holding the knife turned from holding the knife to a backhand. He grabbed the handle of the knife and raised his elbow high, pressing down hard on the back of his knife

!

I saw the tip of the knife dragging downwards, breaking the armor on the Jin soldier's chest, and breaking his belly with one knife!

"Good knife!"

Yang Qingyue was watching from the side, and he was about to cheer.

Suddenly, I heard a sound of "Huh!"!

With a gust of wind roaring, the Jin soldier who had been covered with a cloak threw out the torch in his hand and the cloak.

Then, a heavy mace from his hand slammed it hard towards the swordsman in front of him!

At this time, the swordsman just slashed it with a knife. The old power had been exhausted and the new power had not yet emerged. The mace was already carrying a terrible wind, and it was the turn of his head!

In the blink of an eye, the swordsman rolled forward without hesitation and moved his position forward two feet.

There was a loud "bang!"

The mace hit the blue bricks on the ground hard. At this moment, the dense spikes on the head of the mace, which was as thick as a man's upper arm, were less than two inches away from the swordsman's back!

The armor of this soldier holding a mace was also particularly exquisite and shiny, and he was undoubtedly the captain of these people. At this moment, the thick and heavy mace was in his hand, as relaxed as holding a brush!

He roared hard, and the mace in his hand was about to lift it up again and continue to hit the swordsman.

At this moment, I heard a slight sound of "pop!"!

This is Yang Qingyue, who has been watching the battle on the side for a long time. After so long, he finally got a chance. The spear in his hand took action instantly!

At this time, Yang Qingyue was still sitting on the ground, still having no strength in his hand. However, the spear in his hand held the tail of the gun in his left hand and made an action like an angler throwing a rod.

I saw the ash gun rod in his hand draw an arc in the air, and a "bang!" sounded on the mace's head.
Chapter completed!