First Emperor's Will: My Heir is the Daqin Empress

217 The Eight Swords of the King of Yue, the coefficient is defeated? (Subscribe)

However, Yan Yun’s Eighteen Horsemen did not give him time to complain here.

Soon he adjusted his breathing and rushed over again.

Previously, in the process of just confronting.

The wounds caused by the cover of the sun on their bodies, now, the gray fog is surging, and it is slowly increasing.

Back to full body again.

Eighteen figures, eighteen iron clothes.

Thirty-six pairs of cold like a blade.

Not afraid of death, he rushed over tirelessly.

The cold knife in his hand is still sharp.

After half a column of incense time.

Puff.

Two indigo-colored cold knives strangled through the heart of a black-clothed killer.

In an instant, blood splattered.

Two Yanyun cavalry, turning their blades.

The demon sword that came back with the killer in black.

Made a violent confrontation.

After being hit hard, the black-clothed killer spit out a streak of blood from his mouth.

The figure quickly retreated.

With the demon sword in his hand, he danced desperately, forcing the Yanyun cavalry who were chasing him back.

11 A patch of blood was scattered in the air.

This black-clothed killer is the sword slave.

Now, on his black sword robe, there are all scars and broken pieces.

There are two deep visible bone scars on the shoulders and chest.

Diligent red blood stained the sword robe, sticky.

Covering the figure of the sword slave, he quickly retreated.

Eventually it fell on the eaves.

Yesterday! Covering the sun and hanging the long sword in his hand, he knelt down on one knee.

Raised bloody eyes.

Looking ahead, stopping, standing in all directions.

Now, there are eighteen figures surrounding him.

In the dark eyes.

At this moment, only a deep sense of fear remains.

In the process of fighting against these eighteen Yanyun cavalry.

He just understood.

Why, in the beginning, Princess Yinglan was able to wipe out the ink just with the help of a hundred thousand troops.

Next to Princess Yinglan.

With these powerful guards and masters, how could they not be able to destroy the ink statue?

Face these tyrannical guards.

How do you people compete with Princess Yinglan?

Although, at first.

The ink statue also has many powerful ink commanders.

However, in front of these personal guards of Princess Yinglan, it is still not enough to see.

There is a world of police.

I’m afraid, at the beginning, those leaders of Mo who claimed to be heroes of the arena and were banned by force in the empire.

In the process of defending the Moxiang Agency City, the coefficients were all defeated by the guards of His Royal Highness Yinglan.

Ended up in the bloody mountains and forests, and died.

Now, in the empire, the professional killer organization that controls the empire’s dark court is snatching the net.

In front of His Royal Highness Yinglan, there is no way to get a bargain.

The Eight Swords of the King of Yue sent over to kill Yinglan.

As a result, now, instead, it is the death of the dead, the wound of the wound…

thought here.

Covering the sun sideways, he looked at the six sword slaves who were defeated by Fairy Zixia on the ground next to him.

Now, they are dying.

The Daqin frontier army, who had been brought by His Royal Highness Yinglan, was tied tightly with ropes.

He lowered his head, covered in blood.

There is almost only rhythm gas, no inflow gas.

He was killed by a sword array that shone like moonlight by that fairy Zixia, and all of them were seriously injured.

There is another companion of his own, Jingfan.

The beautiful killer in the net.

Now, he is also in the distance, fighting with Princess Yinglan.

However, it seems that it is also at a disadvantage.

In front of His Royal Highness Yinglan’s eight-faced Han sword, they retreated steadily.

Every time the blow falls, Jing Bao will be knocked back a few steps.

Now on the Huarong, with Cen Cen sweat and lotus blade, struggling to support.

In addition, now, he was surrounded and killed by these eighteen Yanyun cavalrymen.

The net sword slave, the Yue king and the eight swords, are all defeated!

What an embarrassing end.

I’m afraid, after the establishment of the empire, this huge killer organization.

I have never encountered such a fiasco…

There was a trace of blood on the corner of Jiannu’s mouth.

The eyes under the mask were a bit miserable.

Now, looking ahead, looking at himself, one step, one step, eighteen cavalrymen of Yanyun came.

Their blades fell to the ground.

On the blade, there was also blood stains, which was left by his own wound.

One hundred meters, fifty meters, twenty meters, ten meters…

Eighteen cavalry of Yanyun around.

Get closer and closer to your position.

Even, already, began to raise the blade in his hand.

To start the final lore.

Covering the sun sword slave, secretly gritted his teeth, and thought to himself.

You can’t die here right now!

The six sword slaves have already been defeated.

Frightening Sword Master, I am afraid, will be defeated by Princess Ying sooner or later.

Now, it is meaningless to continue to persist here.

Still have to run over quickly, bend over to Lord Zhao Gao, and understand the situation.

I ask Lord Zhao Gao to make a decision!

So, immediately, covering the sun’s heart, has made a decision.

Gritting his teeth fiercely, he stimulated the last trace of strength in his body.

The sun-covering demon sword standing on the ground suddenly lifted.

across his chest.

On the blade of the sword, the blood-colored smoke was swirling around it.

A dark red sword aura suddenly slashed forward.

Meanwhile, take a step forward.

Around the body, like water waves surging.

The dark red space instantly infects the surrounding area.

Rendered like a splash of ink.

The figure of the swordsman covering the sun began to become illusory, with multiple shadows.

hum-!

Yan Yun’s eighteen riders, after stepping into the dark red book dark space.

The figure suddenly became dull.

Feel the heavy pressure, sweeping from all directions.

Under the pressure of this enormous pressure.

Their speed became extremely slow.

Facing the blood-colored sword wave coming from 580, they adjusted the angle of the cold knife in their hands.

Sword Qi condenses.

chop down.

However, after their blade came into contact with the blood-red sword wave, the sword wave trembled for a while.

suddenly disappeared.

The blades of Yan Yun’s Eighteen Riders seemed to be just slashing at the air.

It’s light and airy, without any feeling of being attached to anything.

It turned out to be just an illusion?!

The stagnant book dark space suddenly subsided.

In the distant area, several dark red afterimages appeared.

Covering the sun sword slave, his footsteps moved a few times in the air.

Move quickly and leave here.

The book dark space he cast just now, and the blood-colored sword wave that rhythmically slashed, were just blindfolding techniques.

It was used to confuse and attract Yan Yun’s eighteen riders.

Taking advantage of their scissors to fight against, avoid people’s eyes and ears.

Use the dark space to turn it into a shadow.

far away.

The expressions of the eighteen Yanyun cavalrymen changed slightly.

Immediately, the footsteps shook on the ground.

Quickly chase the past.

Covering the sun ahead, saw them following, and sneered.

“You Damn it guys.

“Compared to me, it’s still too tender…

Finished.

Covering the sun at the foot of the speed even more, turned into a dark red residual light, star galloping electric shock.

swept away.

It seems that he is really going to run away…