Sword comes

No matter what their original intentions were, the three groups of people who encircled and suppressed Chen Ping'an, seven well-known masters of the rivers and lakes, among them, the pink King Kong Ma Xuan, the pipa girl, and the devil's crow, have already broken this street.

Feng Qingbai, who traveled the world as a ranger, was a lunatic. To achieve his goal, he used unscrupulous means to break through the wall and sneak attack. He failed to assassinate Chen Pingan with a single sword, but instead lost most of Ya'er's life.

The beauty in wooden clogs who is expected to inherit the leader of the Demon Cult as a woman has not yet been able to turn around, one cheek is pressed against the cold street, the beautiful nails of a slender hand are gently sliding the bluestone, and the eyes are facing the hairpin. Hwarang Zhou Shi, his eyes were full of pain and pleading.

Although it was a joke before, Zhou Shi promised not to allow her to die here, but he agreed after all, why did he hesitate to make a move?

Hairpin Lang Zhou Shi didn't have any guilt, and even looked at her with a smile.

Lu Fang never made a move.

The elusive smiling face had already fought against Chen Pingan, and he didn't take advantage of it.

Zhou Shi held the string of scarlet rosary beads and twirled them lightly, "I, Zhou Shi, are the ones standing behind me, but I promise to do my best to deal with this person, Mr. Lu, smiling face, Feng Qingbai, Can we put aside our prejudices today and face the enemy in unison?"

With a smile on his face, he nodded, "No matter who kills this person in the end, I only want one of his abilities. If I can't get the immortal art that shrinks the ground to an inch, I will pay another fee."

Feng Qingbai looked at Chen Pingan with fiery eyes, "The last sword to kill him must be done by me. As for all his belongings, I will not take any of them. I can also take the magic weapon after killing the exiled immortal." Hand it over, and it's up to you to decide how to divide the spoils."

Zhou Shi glanced at the dying Ya'er, and said with a smile, "I only want her."

Lu Fang made a final decision, "Then it's settled."

In front of Feng Qingbai's horizontal sword, he bent his fingers, flicked the fencing body lightly, and smiled playfully, "Lu Jianxian, you old man, don't stand idly by anymore, be careful not to lose money by stealing chickens, in the end we all became this person's martial arts sharpener Shi. ​​As the best expert on our side, if you still hide and hide and take our lives to test the depths, I will not be willing to serve you. At worst, you will not disturb this situation. What do you like? "

Lu Fang smiled and said, "Just don't worry."

After saying these words, Bird's Eye Peak Sword Immortal, with his palm on the hilt of his sword, pulled out the "Big Chun" including the sword and its sheath from the ground with a clenched fist.

The fairy warlock once recorded in the book that there was a tree named Dachun in ancient times, 8000 years as spring and 8000 years as autumn, after it bears fruit, mortals can eat it and lift the sky.

Chen Pingan has been quietly gaining momentum, and also has to adapt to the state without the shackles of the magic robe and gold wine.

Among the boxing techniques taught by the old man surnamed Cui, the cloud steaming Daze style or the iron cavalry chiseling formation, fortunately, it is nothing more than the difference in the weight of the punches, but the boxing style like the god-man beating the drum is a thousand miles away. And need to be on guard against that Lu Fang at all times, Chen Pingan must be careful with every punch.

This is the pinnacle of Chen Ping's boxing since he started practicing martial arts, in terms of physique, spirit and energy.

"Come on, be careful."

Lu Fang smiled and reminded everyone, "It's true, you don't say hello before you start, it's too immodest for a master."

At the same time, twisting his wrist, Lu Fang held the hilt of the sword seriously for the first time. After holding the famous sword Dachun, because Lu Fang's sword energy was too abundant, even if he deliberately suppressed it, he still kept moving towards him. It poured outward, causing the clothes to flutter in the absence of wind, especially the sleeve of the hand holding the sword. The sword energy was filled with agitation.

In an instant, Smiley's heartstrings were tense, without saying a word, he used the secret technique of the fairy family that he had obtained by accident, and with the mysterious Qimen Dunjia, he instantly shifted from the shock position to the threshold, but he didn't wait for Smiley to check Chen Ping's figure was already in front of him, and he rushed towards his face, causing a sharp pain on his face.

A flash of sword light suddenly appeared between Smiley's head and fist.

The unparalleled sharpness of the sword lay horizontally, falling into the smiling face's eyes, as if there was a snow-white silk thread in front of him.

The punch was blocked by the blade, and there was a little room for maneuver for the smiling face. Several times his figure disappeared, and he retreated again and again, finally getting rid of the suffocating sense of oppression.

Since his debut, Smiley has traveled the rivers and lakes for 30 years. The person he likes to fight the most is the master of foreign boxing. "The origin of the nickname, several old guys who are famous for practicing kung fu, were forced to die by the smiling faces haunted by ghosts.

This is the first time that Smiley meets a boxing master who can run better than himself.

Smiling face knew that Feng Qingbai had saved him once, twice, there might not be a third time, so he didn't hold back, turned back and avoided

In between, the hands are hidden in the big sleeves, and between the fingers, there are small, exquisite but cold handleless flying knives. The blades are smeared with dark green and poisonous.

Fifty or six feet away from Chen Pingan, I saw Feng Qingbai paid the price after he cleared the siege with a sword, and was closely watched by that person. After three or two rounds, Feng Qingbai lost the wind and was swept away by his leg. Hitting the shoulder, Feng Qingbai flew out with a bang.

Wearing a white robe like a shadow, Feng Qingbai, with one arm drooping, was obviously in a bad situation.

Return the peach.

The smiling face threw knives out of its sleeves one after another.

That man is really a monster. This time he punched, every step seemed to be very understated. When he stepped on the street, not to mention the majesty of the pink king kong horse declaring the queen's feet cracking bricks and stones, the smiling face almost thought that The person's boots did not touch the ground at all, as if they were always floating in the air.

Smiling Face didn't expect that the six hook kisses could stab that person, it was just to give Feng Qingbai a chance to breathe.

Feng Qingbai grinned, spread his five fingers, and let go of the long sword.

A swordsman, abandon the sword

Seeing the smiling face, I felt guilty for a while, could it be that Feng Qingbai, a knight-errant who killed almost half of the martial arts world with his sword from north to south in ten years, is only a little bit of weight

Feng Qingbai's long sword did not fall to the ground, without its master's control, but the body of the sword trembled slightly, rippling, and then suddenly tightened, the long sword hovered in the air, the tip of the sword was raised, pointing directly at the white robe, Gone.

Feng Qingbai shook his left shoulder, he was hit by the whip leg, it hurt to the bone, but it didn't get in the way.

Feng Qingbai put his right hand fingers together to make a sword formula.

In this narrow and oppressive small world, sword cultivators can't use supernatural powers, but Feng Qingbai can already master the relatively inferior swordsmanship and control swordsmanship.

Feng Qingbai came down this time to "temper the sword", using all methods to temper the sword's intent and heart as much as possible.

Offensive and defensive conversion.

On the street, there is a cloud of white snow and a white rainbow.

Hairpin Lang Zhou Shi first carefully lifted Ya'er up and let her sit against the base of a wall, so that she would not die inexplicably under the sword energy of both sides.

The sword that Feng Qingbai pierced through her back was really fierce and ruthless, it actually directly smashed Ya'er's dantian implicated, not only that, but there was also a ray of sword energy trapped in her body, which made her unable to heal her wounds with luck, if she didn't An expert rescued her and helped her strip out that wisp of sword energy, and she could only wait to die, even if it was the holy medicine for healing from the Vajra Temple, it would be useless.

Zhou Shi, of course, was not at the time of the battle. He and she were in love with each other. He squatted in the shadow of the wall, his thumb slightly increased his strength, and the string of rosary beads wrapped around his fist was pushed out. The scarlet beads did not roll down randomly. After popping up twice, it disappeared out of thin air.

Zhou Shi continued to disperse the beads.

This is an amulet given to him by his father Zhou Fei. It is said that if it is used properly, it can save life when facing ten people in the world, and kill the enemy when facing ten people.Of course, the lord of the Chunchao Palace had also told Zhou Shi that if he met Ding Ying and Yu Zhenyi, he would run away if he could, and if he couldn't escape, he would kneel down and kowtow to beg for mercy, not to be ashamed.

Feng Qingbai strolled in the courtyard, walking slowly, chasing and killing the white robe with hearty sword control skills, Chen Ping tried to get rid of it several times, but was still entangled by the flying sword.

The flying sword is so fast that people can only see the light of the sword flowing.

Smiling face didn't dare to superfluous, so he silently adjusted his breathing in the distance. Seeing this scene, smiling face was relieved, but also a little terrified. If he met Feng Qingbai, how should he deal with it?

The white robe that was billowing like snowflakes stopped suddenly, and reached out to hold the hilt of the flying sword.

Feng Qingbai was not afraid, "How can there be such a simple thing, you must not be able to grasp it"

Before Feng Qingbai could finish speaking.

Chen Pingan held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and slashed at the blade with a hand knife in his left hand.

The blade of the sword was not broken, but the tip of the sword was raised high, forming a huge arc.

Feng Qingbai's two-fingered sword formula paused slightly.

Chen Pingan also put his fingers together, and quickly wiped the sword body, just smoothing the long sword.

With the horizontal sword in front of him, he loosened his five fingers holding the sword.

While Feng Qingbai was in a daze, someone grabbed him by the back collar, pulled him back, and threw him ten feet.

The tip of the sword was just a hair away from piercing Feng Qingbai's heart.

Chen Ping's two fingers moved slightly, and the flying sword flew back, lingering around his body like a bird clinging to a person.

Sword master controls the sword, I will too.