The sword edge broke through the dead silence, but the sword man used a move and then stabbed forward several feet.

However, the front of Heiji was not a smooth road. The sword edge was blocked by a ray of light and shadow. With a clanging sound, it deviated from the original direction.

Wuying turned around and stood firmly, glanced at the person who came: "You are finally here."

In this world, there are very few people who can block the shadowless attack with just one blow. Even though the attack just now did not use his full strength, most of them were temptations.

But it did not hinder the strength of the people in front of you, and it has been fully revealed: "Who sent you?"

The visitor was covered in a black facial scarf and couldn't see his eyebrows and eyes clearly. He just judged it from the technique and figure of using the sword, not Bai Lu.

Another point is particularly suspicious. This kind of kung fu not only did not come from Bai Lu, but also did not seem to belong to the organization they had before.

Could it be that this matter has nothing to do with Bai Lu?

The visitor didn't say anything, but just raised his right arm and polished the light reflected from the knife surface flashed through his shadowless pupils.

It was just a flash of light and shadow, but the blade had already reached its front face. Wuying turned his head and a few strands of hair fell slowly and fell into the cold wind.

"Your Excellency is such a good kung fu." Wuying no longer dared to show mercy, and the original intention of temptation in his heart suddenly changed. With this person's kung fu, if he wants to not lose his temper, he must wait with all his strength.

The blade continued to force Wuying back several steps. Finally, he had to hold the corridor columns in one hand and avoided a strong attack.

"Who are you?" Wuying's heels stabilized and stopped step by step, seizing the opportunity of the situation.

Wuying has always regarded ruthlessness as the best, but he didn't want to meet the people today, and only then did he realize that he had to take the wrong path and could win if he didn't expect it.

The sword tip pierced straight into the person's chest. As the opponent blocked it, a buzzing sounded, and it started from the tiger's mouth holding the sword to the forearm, and it was sour and numb.

Wuying didn't care about much, this was a rare opportunity for him. Only by taking the lead with Jianfeng was the one who escaped from the opponent's big sword.

"You lost." Wuying's cold voice came with a little rapid ups and downs in his chest, and the sword in his hand was facing the masked man's throat, less than a finger.

"I'm not as good as someone's skills, kill me!" The man finally said the first sentence.

"I won't kill you." In Wuying's opinion, such words are really commonplace and have long been accustomed to them.

Anyone with a little backbone would say this. However, they always seem to have forgotten one truth, that is, if the value in them has not been discovered, then death is meaningless, or even a light relief.

How could there be such a happy thing in the world? Wuying carved the sword to the left and went deeper: "If you were coming for us, you should know how many ways I have to deal with people like you who refuse to speak."

Now that things have come, Wuying naturally will not associate the identity of the person who comes with Rudong Academy.

As Han Xinyuan said, they are just a college. The academy's responsibility is to teach others. If such a place will offend others, how safe is there in the world?

The masked man was pressed against the pillar on the other side of the corridor, and there was another sword with a cold light in front of him. There was no reason to be afraid in his heart. It is one thing to be good at kung fu, but greed for life is not fake: "I, I don't know you."

"I don't know..." Wuying clearly saw Mao Ni in the dodging eyes of this person, so he stabbed his chest with a sword, but deliberately turned the key points: "Now, you should know him, right?"

"Well." The masked man felt pain and groaned, but he still didn't know what he was insisting on: "I, I just came here to find a gentleman for revenge."

Wuying's right hand holding the sword turned gently, and the two were very close together, and it was not an exaggeration to say that they were breathing and hearing each other.

The sound of the sword in his hand stirring in the flesh and blood of the other party's chest was very clear, and as Wuying's subordinates continued to increase their strength, a bloody smell continued to surge and spread to his nose.

"You, why are you so vicious?" The masked man couldn't bear the piercing pain, and the sweat continued to gather in the shape of a bead, and then dripped down.

"Is it vicious? You should know?" These words couldn't hurt Wuying at all. He just wanted to know what the secret of this person was: "Why did you do it? Do you have any friends?"

"Same... accomplices!" The masked man seemed to have received some news from Wuying's words, and his originally dull eyes lit up.

Wuying caught this detail without any difficulty. He listened to it. He felt a wave of unusual cool breeze coming from behind and shouted: "You are cheating!"

I don't know if he was asking the masked man, Wuying raised his right leg and kicked something approaching in the darkness.

He swung his body and flew up, flipped the masked man's shoulders in the air, and avoided the combined attacks of several swords.

The masked man who suffered a sword in his chest was only painful. The wounds of the sword were all added to his body. Blood splattered, and his whole body seemed to be pulled off in an instant and fell to the ground with a bang.

"It seems that the dead one is just a soldier first." Wuying didn't dare to take it lightly. At this time, there were still four or five people around him.

Let’s take aside the strength of these people first, will they be a difficult bone like the one just now? In terms of numbers, just because he is unable to match four hands with two fists, so he is already at a disadvantage.

Wuying is most familiar with the weapons of swords and swords, and these people all use swords and see without exception. Based on these, Wuying can also control the situation.

He flew over and avoided the sword lights and swords that were coming towards him or rushed back one by one. Although the sword in his hand seemed like a ghost that was hard to find in the mountains and was agile and difficult to distinguish, it was always difficult to guard against some of the joint forces of the enemy.

After several rounds, Wuying lowered her eyes and saw that there were three or four wounds of different sizes and shades on her body: "In this way, I am more curious about your identities."

In this world, there are indeed very few people who can hurt Wuying. Since leaving the master's protection and guidance, Wuying can stand alone in his kung fu, otherwise he would not have been able to leave the master later.

These people today, including the one who first fought with Wuying, are definitely not ordinary people.

Wuying looked up at the hazy sky. If he wanted to capture these people alive and protect himself, it would be difficult to ascend to heaven.

The only way now is to delay time. The next day, the sun shines brightly and the people in the academy wake up tomorrow morning. Although they are unwilling to accept it, they are the same.

Wuying jumped out of the encirclement of these people. This place was still too close to the school and was not a place for fighting. He always kept in mind Ling Yue’s worries, so how could he do something that made Ling Yue embarrassed?
Chapter completed!