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- "Thief, how cruel!" Seeing his beloved disciples die unexpectedly in an instant, Shen Naitang was heartbroken, his eyes turned red, and the blood-like light reflected the indescribable killing intent.
The inner strength that had been cultivated for decades spurted out without reservation, turning into a pair of huge palm prints that contained a power that no one could despise, and struck hard at the young man!
Faced with such a desperate blow from an old Jianghu, even if the sword master was possessed by the sword master in white at the moment, he did not dare to look down upon him at all. The figure turned into a gust of misty wind again, drifting back with the oncoming strong wind!
It¡¯s just that the young man wanted to retreat, but Ba Fenghan and Fu Junyu on the side would not give him such a chance. During the brief battle, the two of them were always at a disadvantage by the Sword Lord. This was a great shame for the two of them. At this moment, it was only because of the old man's hard work that he finally saw such a good opportunity. How could the two of them let it go?
Ba Fenghan's swords all came out, the steel swords were like the moon, the cold light was cold, and they cut straight to the head; the sword energy was like frost, the wind roared, and hundreds of shadows struck thousands. He actually used all his strength to block the young man's upper, left and rear directions with one person!
Fu Junyu on the other side was holding the sword on the right side of the sword master, and the strength of his body was not released. However, the Jiuxuan Dafa stimulated the energy of Yi Swordsmanship, locked the young man, and only waited for the opponent to retreat towards this place, then launched the seizure. A fatal blow!
Seeing that the situation in the scene took a turn for the worse, the sword master who had just killed two people in a row was in trouble. Although everyone in the scene had their own thoughts, they were all worried. And Shen Luoyan, who had been watching on the sidelines, clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could also help, so that the young man in front of him would die on the spot, so that he could regain his freedom. But just when she was about to take action, her innate intuition as a top wise person made her endure it!
Wang Shichong on the other side, at this moment, cast his eyes full of murderous intent on Shen Luoyan. Although it was known from what happened just now that Shen Luoyan was being detained by the famous King of Hell Sword, but for Wang Shichong, who had received the emperor's order to destroy Wagang, it was better for Shen Luoyan to die. In this way, there will be no situation where one day this beautiful military counselor successfully escapes and returns to Wagang to become his enemy again.
It¡¯s just that Wang Shichong, who can be called a tycoon, also held back because he didn¡¯t know why the sword master in front of him detained Shen Luoyan. If it's because of love, that's not a good thing for him. This young man is cruel and has a murderous streak. With such an enemy, no one can sleep peacefully!
Wang Shiman was full of thoughts, while Wang Tong and Ouyang Xiyi on the side frowned as they looked at the situation on the field. The young man in front of them was indeed stronger than they expected. And no matter what, this young man was always a Han. He was killed by several foreigners in front of his eyes, which made these two well-educated scribes very dissatisfied.
On the side of Shen Wushuang, a slightly ferocious smile appeared on his originally delicate face. This evil man who killed his two senior brothers is finally going to die!
But, at the next moment, everyone¡¯s thinking stopped!
"The wind leaves a mark*!"
Amid a low groan like a sigh, a cold sword cry sounded far away like ice breaking! A cold light like a bright moon in the sky suddenly flashed, stinging everyone's eyes and taking away everyone's vision!
The feeling of whiteness lasted only for a moment, and then everyone saw the situation clearly again!
Shen Naitang¡¯s palm print, which he exerted all his strength, was cut into four pieces and scattered into the air as if they were real; only half of the swords in Ba Fenghan¡¯s hands were left; Fu Junyu¡¯s rapier even shot out towards the beams of the room!
Everyone wanted to be amazed, but found that they could not even open their mouths. It was as if the dazzling cold light froze the blood in their bodies and froze the void. They could only stare blankly at the originally ethereal and illusory figure in the field, once again standing with a long sword on its back like it had been forever. And around the young man, a cold light surrounded him like a shining silver thread, slowly Go away slowly!
The move "Wind Leaving Traces" actually left a dazzling sword mark in the air!
"The wind leaves a mark! What a move, the wind leaves a mark!" Everyone was horrified. They couldn't believe that such a magical swordsmanship would appear in front of their eyes, in the hands of this weak-headed young man! Shen Luoyan's face turned pale and she was covered in cold sweat, Ouyang Xiyi murmured blankly, Wang Shiman was shocked, and Wang Tong was even panting!
"Uncle!" Shen Wushuang could no longer bear the huge gap between ideals and reality. Seeing his clan uncle spurting out blood and retreating due to a blow that contained all his strength, this delicate and savage girl He couldn't help but scream. But this scream seemed to remind the young man. Although the sword master didn't even look at the girl, the heretic sword behind him suddenly shook.?, although it seemed that the Heretic Sword was just trembling, the young man's sword had already hit the half-blade of Ba Fenghan that fell in the air, and then returned to its original position.
But the half-sword blade suddenly shot out, and in the midst of Shen Naitang's desperate cry, it entered the girl's heart!
The flower-like girl fell to the ground slumped, without a trace of breath. Everyone present who had regained their ability to move sighed. Even Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling, who had been bullied by Shen Wushuang and others, could not help but feel a little intolerable.
"Wushuang!" Seeing his lovely niece fall to the ground, Shen Naitang staggered and retreated with blood spurting out, roared, and rushed forward again with no regard for his own safety. His face was strangely flushed, and one could tell at a glance that he had used his life-and-death ambition to damage the body. The secret way to stimulate your body¡¯s potential!
Shen Naitang's fatal blow was not taken seriously by the young man. Although this blow that left no way out was ferocious, the wounded and old Shen Naitang was already at the end of his strength, no matter how much he tried to stimulate his potential. But what the young man valued more was the lone wolf Ba Fenghan on the northern grasslands.
With both palms piercing the air, the sword was pointed straight at him. Neither Sword Lord nor Shen Naitang dodge at all. The Heretic Sword sank into Shen Naitang's heart and pierced his heart. With a slight tilt, the sword's edge hit the ribs behind Shen Naitang's back, making it impossible for the old man who had risked his life to advance even an inch further. Looking at the young man who was still three feet away from his fleshy palms, Shen Naitang walked away unwillingly.
Shen Naitang's death did not cause any fluctuation in the young man. Because, just when Sword Lord and Shen Naitang were fighting, Ba Fenghan, whose sword was broken, suddenly shot out, grabbed the helpless Shen Wushuang, and flew out of the lobby!
Ba Fenghan¡¯s decision made Jianjun greatly surprised, but he also admired him very much. This man was truly worthy of being a strong man who had successfully escaped from the prairie after being ordered to kill by Martial Lord Bi Xuan. It is indeed possible to make correct judgments in life and death! But even though he admired him, the young man would never show mercy and let him go. Because Jianjun clearly knows how terrifying Ba Fenghan's potential is. Although he is not afraid, he does not want to cause trouble.
"The mark of the wind!" With a soft chant, the sword master flew out like a gust of wind with his clothes flying, and in the blink of an eye he caught up with the two people who were running away at the entrance of the hall! The long sword transformed and split into two. Their lives were only in an instant!
"Ah!" The big drama was about to end, and everyone couldn't help but exclaimed.
"No!" Seeing that their beloved mother's junior sister was about to die, the two kind-hearted boys Gao Zhong and Xu Ziling couldn't help but exclaimed.
But none of these can stop the young man¡¯s sharp sword that wants to kill people!
The breeze passed by, and blood was already oozing out from the backs of the two men. But at this moment, the sword master's sword suddenly shook and froze for a moment!
The flute sounds!
This wonderful sound seemed to be the first note that hit the softest place in the heart of the sword master. Under the sudden touch, the sharp sword that turned into wind in the young man's hand couldn't help but pause for a moment!
It was with this meal that Ba Fenghan, who was in pain, used the fierceness of the prairie people to once again burst into incredible strength, and fled far away with Fu Junyu, who was out of strength!
Amidst the melodious sound of the flute, which was like the gurgling sound of a clear stream, the young man on the ground sighed in his heart. Having already realized that something was wrong with him, he knew that he must have a demon inside him, which was why he was so easily affected by the sound of Shi Qingxuan's flute, thus allowing Ba Fenghan and Fu Junyu to escape from his sword.
Thinking of this, an evil fire arose in the young man's heart again. Even though Shi Qingxuan's flute sound was beautiful and divine, it still made him feel angry!
"Zheng¡ª¡ª!" A sword chant suddenly came from the trembling heretic sword, stinging everyone's eardrums and waking everyone present from the intoxication of the Shi Qingxuan Xiao sound.
"The Qingxuan family's flute music is indeed unparalleled. Isn't it too abrupt to interfere in other people's fights and do bad things for good?!" Ignoring the glares of everyone who covered their ears, the Sword Lord asked softly, a pair of The eyes are the ceiling of the avatar lobby. Although his tone was light, anyone could hear the anger in it.
The expected answer did not come, and even the full-hearted sword chant just now did not have any impact on the other party. Shi Qingxuan's flute sound was still ringing, but at the turn, the sharp sword sounds and angry questions were cleverly mixed into it, forming a different kind of tune!
"Wow!" The miraculous flute skill made countless people's exclamations converge into a huge sound that echoed in the vast hall, but they didn't expect the flute to play again, and even this exclamation became a beautiful note in the musical phrase. .
Everyone was intoxicated again, and the sword master became even more angry!
"Ding!" The sword finger tapped the edge of the sword, and another sharper sword sound sounded. This time, it¡¯sBefore there was any time to cause any discomfort to the audience present, the notes jumping like elves were integrated into the light and mysterious sound!
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