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The left front's long knife was inserted obliquely into the skull's right shoulder armor, piercing and piercing the armor, and breaking its bones.

But this long knife is indeed broken, the long knife is broken.

Qin Fan looked around subconsciously.

I saw Zuo Feng holding half a broken knife, but his eyes were piercing.

The originally elegant clothes were also torn and torn by countless sword qi, and scratched in many places.

Another gratification is that all the sword energy didn't hurt Zuo Feng's body in the slightest.

This left forward is really good.

Qin Fan froze for a moment, but didn't dare to move.

The skull in colorful battle armor just pulled out the broken knife that was inserted obliquely, into the lock, and at the bone.

He smiled at Zuo Feng, and then threw it aside.

The cut on the five-color armor healed instantly.

The skull was also extremely excited. With a call with both arms, he raised his head to the sky and screamed, and then his whole body was shaken.

A strange and weird spiritual power erupted from the body in an instant.

The original dull multicolored battle armor, the dust was instantly shattered, and the luster shone again. Purple was purple, black was black, and red was red.

Even the pattern on the multicolored battle armor is clearly visible.

It was exactly the same as the colorful armor in the hallucination before.

"The knife skill is good, and it can withstand the blow of the general!"

"The next step is to send you on the road!"

The skull quickly swiped the long sword in his hand.

A strong sword intent has been formed.

After Zuo Feng saw the gesture of the skull, he was deeply shocked in his originally serious eyes.

"This is!"

"This is Qinglian Saber!"

When Zuo Feng saw the skull's moves, he suddenly realized.

The Wuji swordsmanship he used just now has a feeling of deja vu, and now he finally understands it.

Ten steps, one kill, never stay a thousand miles.

Riding the wind and breaking the waves, there will be times, hang the clouds and sail straight to the sea

The emperor looks at the side with his sword, his head has fallen into the sky

Press the sword to clear the eight poles, return to the song of the wind

The son of heaven relies on a jade table, and his sword walks like a cloud
Flick the knife to the sky at dawn, and return drunk at dusk

The edge dust stains the clothes and knives, and the daylight fades
The meteor is white, the feathers are inserted between the waists, the knife flowers and autumn lotuses come out of the box
Drunken Dancing Sword Points to the Void

A knife dances alone to break the sky, and the knife without wine makes the heart drunk.

Sword Qi spans thirty thousand miles, a little bit of light chills nineteen states
The sword comes with the wind, to eliminate demons between heaven and earth

Drink up the rivers and rivers, then drink up the sun and the moon
A Thousand Cups Can't Get Drunk——Only My Swordsman Immortal
Rushing like a shooting star, traveling thousands of miles in an instant!

A sword crosses the sky and star fights cold
The meteor is white, the feathers are inserted between the waists, the knife flowers and autumn lotuses come out of the box
Rushing like a shooting star, leaving no trace for thousands of miles!
Cut through all the gods with one knife star, three in and three out, I am not a demon

Who can be the one who comes out, only my swordsman fairy
Zuo Feng murmured the meaning of Qinglian Daojue, which is the inheritance of his master, so it can't be wrong.

The supreme secret technique of the master's school, a unique secret technique that only the strongest disciples of the past can learn.

I didn't expect this skull to do it!
And it was a sword, not a knife!

Holding the broken knife in his hand, Zuo Feng also gestured.

As the most powerful disciple of the youngest generation, he naturally learned a little bit.

Taking pictures of cats and drawing tigers, although not very good, but also based on the sword formula, he began to draw.

The moves of the two are similar, almost have the same purpose.

Zuo Feng shouted loudly: "Senior, may I ask if the technique you performed is Qinglian Daojue?"

Skull froze for a moment, stopped the long sword in his hand, and the hollow voice echoed in the hall.

"Qinglian sword art? Hehe, your imitation ability is quite strong, this is obviously the Qinglian sword art created by me, Song!"

"Never seen such a brazen person!"

"Take your life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Skull lost his temper, and immediately threw out an extremely sword aura.

"Ten steps, one kill, Wuji, the sword travels thousands of miles!"

The sword energy went straight towards Zuo Feng, and the waves formed by the sword energy became bigger and stronger.

The injection of spiritual power, this seemingly simple wave of the hand, the lethality of the sword energy will only be stronger than the previous move, and will not be weaker than the previous move at all.

Zuo Feng's face changed drastically. If he took this move, he would obviously suffer a lot.

But it seems too late to dodge at this time.

The speed of this sword energy was unimaginably fast, it flew out of the blade just now, and arrived in front of Zuo Feng in the blink of an eye.

Zuo Feng is also an extremely powerful and talented boy.

He simply frowned.

Stepping through the Qinglian Nine Heavens, the thunder phantom thorn lotus is unknown!
Holding the broken knife tightly, in an instant, countless parts and afterimages kicked up a cloud of dust on the ground.

False and real, dissipate the sword energy.

The skull seemed to be stunned for a moment, and there was no expression in the deep eye holes.

As if thinking, he stopped attacking.

And Zuo Feng also recovered in the phantom, and it was quite laborious to receive the sudden sword energy.

"Who are you? You actually learned my sword art!"

Zuo Feng chuckled: "Sword: Summon the hidden sword in the spirit, walk away from the dragon and snake god, come to the pen, my body and the sword are integrated into one. The hero is not afraid of the enemy."

At the same time, the skull also took up the conversation, and Nannan synchronized with the second half of the sentence: "One hero is not afraid of the enemy..."

Zuo Feng laughed, knelt down and clasped his fists in an instant: "Disciple Zuo Feng, see Master Uncle and Senior!"

Qin Fan, who hid in the corner of the wall and didn't dare to take a breath, was stunned for a moment.

No matter how you name it, the style of painting becomes a large-scale recognition scene.

How does it feel weird.

But Skull didn't have the slightest thought of recognizing relatives.

Immediately, another sword qi was thrown out, and he roared angrily: "Shameless boy, how dare you steal this famous stunt!"

"And shamelessly changed the sword art to the sword art!"

"I bother!"

Zuo Feng was so frightened that he hurriedly got up, and hastily used a saber technique to resist the raging and surging sword energy.

At this time, the skull didn't intend to gasp for Zuo Feng, and used several sword qi in succession.

Every time the sword energy comes, it is accompanied by powerful spiritual power, like a tiger, it goes straight to the left front.

Zuo Feng yelled loudly, he didn't like to recite swords, but he felt that he should yell loudly.

The first knife: When the wind and clouds rise, the bamboo sounds on all sides play a song, and each person reflects the song step by step.

This is the first move my master taught me!
One knife into the soul, what pays attention to is the martial artist, his own righteousness and character!
The second knife: dance black and white mirror, right and evil are braided by the gods, right and wrong are reincarnated, you dare to take the knife.

Worshiping the sky with two swords is all about cause and effect, the art of reincarnation!

The third knife: pick up the white crane and go back, the mountain stream and the flowing water will follow you, and the white clothes will go one by one, and the return will not be stained with blood or dust.

The Three Swords and Flowing Water emphasizes that the cause and condition follow the rise and fall, and be at peace with the situation.

The fourth knife: It is the center of the knife. Frost and snow fall with the lonely lamp.

The first blade of the four knives should be sharp, so it can cut everything.

The fifth sword: With the wine in the cup, Qinglian Daoyi has it in her heart, and the nine poems are in the man's hand, and she will never look back after ten steps.

The five knives are bold and unrestrained, and the exquisite world is as broad as a chest, vast and eternal.