The dagger that stabbed Yunyang from the soldier's hand was almost at its limit. It is very dark and does not reflect any light. In the night sky, it looks like a dormant black dragon. There is a tragic and indomitable aura emanating from it, making people have no doubt that even if it is a copper wall in front of it, it will be pierced by it. But Yunyang didn't move, still raising his head and staring blankly at the stars. The reason Yunyang didn't move was that Yun Yang didn't realize that a dagger was stabbing towards his heart at this moment. But Hongdou is different. At the seventh level of the physical body, masters of qi training have almost developed their body's potential to the extreme and have begun to contact the ethereal spiritual level. Such martial arts masters have keen senses and almost have the miraculous ability of "the cicada wakes up before the autumn wind moves". And Hong Dou has exactly this kind of cultivation at the moment. So Yunyang in front didn¡¯t feel the danger, but Hong Dou did. When Hong Dou opened his eyes and looked at the man dressed as an ordinary soldier with his sharp eyes, Hong Dou's hand also moved. In almost a tenth of a second, Hong Dou completed the action of raising his arm, grabbing the handle of the knife, and pulling the big knife out from behind. But Hong Dou couldn't chop down the sword. Because there was Yunyang between Hong Dou and the ordinary soldier. The black light flashed, and in an instant, the black dagger had almost reached Yunyang's chest. The black dagger made no sound as it moved forward, but the strong wind it carried made Yunyang feel a little stinging pain in his chest. Yunyang lowered his head and saw the dagger, but it was too late for Yunyang to make any reaction. "Why did this soldier want to kill me?" This thought flashed through Yunyang's mind. The next thought is: "Die before leaving the army?" Death is so close to Yunyang. But the next moment, a hand pulled Yunyang back from the abyss of death. It was a hand as white as jade, delicate and slender. The palm didn't know when it reached between Yunyang's chest and the dagger, so the dagger was inserted into the palm, and then pierced through the palm, but the handle of the dagger could not pass through. This palm, and thus the tip of this black dagger, stopped less than a centimeter away from Yunyang's chest. The next moment, Yunyang saw that the palm pierced by the dagger suddenly exerted force, the slender fingers straightened, and with the crackling sound erupting from the movement of the arm bones, the distance between the dagger and himself began to expand. And at this moment, Yunyang felt as if he had been hit by a truck. An irresistible force suddenly hit his left arm, and he flew out like a cloud and fell. He fell to the ground and fell into pieces. "What on earth is going on?" Yunyang's body was still in mid-air when this thought came to his mind. Yunyang turned his head and saw that Hong Dou's sword had already slashed forward with the force of Huashan Mountain. This sick sword also struck at him with a mighty and powerful gesture, but the sword at that time was completely different from the sword at this moment. The sword was so powerful at this moment that people had no doubt that even a hill in front of them would be split open. Yunyang finally fell to the ground, and at this time, the big sword reached the top of the soldier's head. The soldier retracted his hand and tried to pull the dagger back. The five fingers of Hong Dou's palm were slightly bent, and with another force, the dagger could not be pulled back. The soldier released the dagger, and his bent legs straightened suddenly. After making a sound like a bowstring vibrating, the whole person jumped ten meters away. The soldier stood up straight and stared at Hong Dou coldly. Hong Dou's left arm was down, with a dagger stuck in his palm, and his right hand holding a big knife, standing solemnly. "Dark Knight." Hong Dou said coldly. "Hahahaha." The soldier raised his head and laughed wildly, "I have been waiting for many days until you are alone, and today I will kill you two blasphemers no matter what." The soldier's words undoubtedly admitted his identity. . Although Yunyang didn't know what the Dark Knight was, he could guess it through the words "blasphemer". This is a person from the Zhongtian Temple. "Zhongtian Temple actually sent people to lurk in Shenghua City, and they were hidden so deep" While Yunyang was secretly shocked, he also gradually began to feel angry in his heart: "Zhongtian Temple, Zhongtian again Temple! I came back from Venus, you want to shoot me with the Sunset Bow, I teach people about astronomy, and you want to send a killer to kill me! "It's late at night! This is a hill outside the gate of Shenghua City, which is inaccessible to people. Yunyang managed to stand up and shouted: "Doudou! You hold him here, I'll call someone!" "Want to leave?" The soldier's eyes were cold, and his legs were slightly bent. The next moment, they suddenly returned to straightness, and then jumped up like a grasshopper. Although there was no weapon in his hand, his palms were raised. He stood up and slashed towards Yunyang. Hong Dou snorted coldly, raised his sword, and rushed over with a sharp sound of wind. The soldier's figure changed, and he struck the broadsword violently with his palm. When Yunyang heard a sound of gold and iron, he also heard a harsh sound of bones creaking. Yunyang turned his head and saw that Hong Dou's upper arm was still raised, but his forearm was bent downward against the principle of joints. The creaking sound undoubtedly came from the bone connection between Hong Dou's upper arm and forearm. of. But this time, the soldiers were finally blocked. The soldier borrowed strength from the sword and kicked Hong Dou in the abdomen. Hong Dou groaned, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. However, his movements were not slow at all, but he reversed the sword and slashed towards the soldier's head. The soldier ducked his head to avoid the big knife, then stretched out his hand and quickly grabbed the black dagger stuck in Hong Dou's palm. Hong Dou was still expressionless, his expression as cold as frost. Hong Dou turned the sword over again, and at this moment, the soldier had already grasped the handle of the knife in his hand, and then used force to lift Hong Dou's arm. However, at this moment, Hong Dou's sword also arrived. Hong Dou¡¯s sword did not slash at the soldier, but at his own arm. The broadsword moves from bottom to top. According to the movement trajectory, the broadsword will hit the upper body of the soldier. However, there is a very important point. Between the broadsword and the upper body of the soldier, there is one of Hong Dou's arms. Hong Dou wielded the broadsword without any hesitation. When the soldier pulled up his arm, Hong Dou used force again and clamped the dagger with the muscles on his palm, thus delaying the soldier's ability to pull out the dagger. And in the next moment, Hong Dou's own arm was severed from the elbow by the sword that was slashing from bottom to top. Suddenly there was no resistance, and the soldier swayed, slightly unsteady. And at this unstable moment, Hong Dou's sword had already arrived. The sword did not strike the soldier, but struck him in the face. It was chopped from the chin to the hair, cutting off a layer about three centimeters thick from the soldier's face. So, the teeth were cut off, the nose was cut off, and even the eyes were cut off. The soldier's face had left his head. Hong Dou used his own arm as bait, losing an arm in exchange for the soldier's face. A miserable howl came from the soldier's throat. Because he lost his face, the howl was extremely hoarse and not like a human voice. However, Hong Dou showed no mercy. He swung his sword again and slashed from top to bottom, from the soldier's head to between his legs, splitting him in half. All kinds of internal organs, flesh and blood were scattered on the ground. As if struck by lightning, Yunyang stood there in a daze, unable to move. Only a gurgling sound came from his throat. The rabbits have been rising in these few times, and the time has not passed thirty seconds, and the whole battle has ended. Hong Dou slowly took back the sword, but instead of putting it on his back again, he leaned on the ground. His body went limp, and the tragic aura from before suddenly disappeared. Yunyang reacted suddenly and rushed over immediately. He saw Hong Dou's eyes half closed and his face as pale as white paper. Half of the left arm disappeared, revealing thick bone stubble, but no blood flowed out. "How are you? How are you?" Yunyang asked eagerly. But Hong Dou slowly shook his head and still didn't speak. Hong Dou was undoubtedly seriously injured. The soldier disguised as the Dark Night Knight must also have a high level of martial arts cultivation. Otherwise, with Hong Dou's strength, he would never have to sacrifice an arm and suffer such serious injuries to win with great difficulty. "Hold on, I'll take you back and let my senior brother come to save you. You must hold on, hold on!" Yunyang shouted anxiously, his voice becoming hoarse because of being so anxious. Yunyang put half of Hong Dou's arm on his shoulder, supported Hong Dou with his other hand, and started to move forward. I dragged it forward, but couldn't move it. Then he saw Hong Dou still clutching his big knife tightly. ¡°I¡¯ll put the sword here first and pick it up later.¡± Yunyang shouted. Then Hong Dou shook his head again. After that, Hong Dou seemed to take a deep breath, stood up straight again, used the big knife as a crutch, and took steps. "I have nothing to do, don't worry about me." Hong Dou said coldly, "Go back quickly. If there are still ambushes here, I will resist them." "What nonsense are you talking about!" Yun Yang said anxiously. The color changed, "Hurry up, don't dawdle, hurry up, you must hold on" There is not a word yet.After that, Hong Dou closed his eyes again, swayed, and then fell down. The big knife lost its support and hit the ground heavily. ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª Ask for Sanjiang votes again. . . . collect. . . . Recommended votes. . .