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No one would have thought that the greedy and timid Pei Qian would help Yan Li block the fatal blow, and he was also a stranger who met for the first time today.

It is absolutely impossible to say that he is protecting the official for the honor of the soldiers.

Just for a penny, he can argue with his partners on the battlefield, how can such a person have the honor of a soldier?

In addition to this possibility, Wang Chuan could only think of one: Yan Li was his son.

Then isn't he Yan Long Tu?

This is also impossible.

"The next move will be a winner. Ji Paper Kite said suddenly.

Zhang Donglin said in a hurry: "Head, it's too late if you don't leave." ”

Wang Chuan frowned, glanced at Ji Paper Kite, and said, "Didn't you say that there is only life and death, and there is no victory or defeat?"

"Now there is. Ji Paper Kite said.

Wang Chuan said: "Why is there now?"

Ji Paper Kite said: "Now he can win if he wants to, and lose if he wants to lose." ”

It's a very simple truth, you can understand it when you hear it, and if you don't understand it, it's really stupid enough.

Wang Chuan was not stupid, but the more he listened, the more confused he became, so he had to ask: "If you want to win, you can win?" Are you saying that Yan Li's strength far exceeds that of that desolate man?"

"Nope. Ji Paper Kite said.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Donglin was impatient, "Can you make it clear at once?"

Ji Paper Kite glanced over coldly.

Zhang Donglin only felt a chill on his back, as if he was being targeted by some powerful creature, and he was immediately silent.

Ji Paper Kite said, "Didn't you see him draw his sword?"

"Did he draw his sword?" Wang Chuan was completely surprised.

"Unplugged. At this moment, Sun Lei, who had been silent, slowly spoke, "Every time Lord Du Wei dodges, he will draw his sword, but it is too fast and difficult to see clearly." ”

"How fast is it too fast?" Zhang Donglin knew that Sun Lei's eyesight had always been better than all of them.

Sun Lei thought for a moment and said, "Faster than that desolate man." ”

Zhang Donglin sneered: "Even if you pull it out, what if you pull it out, don't you see, that desolate soldier hasn't even lost a single hair, it seems that the new talent on the Tianjiao list is just in vain." ”

Wang Chuan said: "What does it have to do with drawing a sword and winning or losing?"

Sun Lei said: "I don't know. ”

Wang Chuan had no choice but to look at Ji Paper Kite.

"Just look at it. Ji Paper Kite said.

Keaton stopped, glanced at Pei Qianlai, and sneered, "You have a loyal subordinate. ”

Yan Li glanced at Turnu, smiled, and said, "You have a good brother. ”

Keaton's face turned red, and he said angrily, "I won't keep my hand anymore! Once I use all my strength, even if you can move, you will never be able to dodge." ”

Yan Li smiled: "I'm going to make a trick too." As soon as I make a move, I guarantee that you will die or live, and if you don't believe it, you will try it. ”

Keaton roared wildly, and a dark red light wave flashed on his body, and then his whole person turned into a spinning top, spinning rapidly in the void, and for a while, the entire limestone tribe flew sand and rocks, and the sky was even darker.

Yan Li's location is the only place where he can see clearly, but this place is about to be swallowed up by a sandstorm.

Keaton's whole person turned into a sand and dust tornado, like an ancient beast, roaring and swallowing towards Yan Li.

Yan Li just watched.

Countless sand and rocks hit him, and he just watched, and it wasn't until the moment he was about to be swallowed up that he finally moved.

It wasn't a very strong movement, he just let go of his left hand holding the sword and slowly raised his sword fingers.

His right hand was swollen and painful, and he could not hold the sword, so he had to hold the scabbard.

His left hand lifted the finger of his sword and stabbed it slightly.

As soon as the fingers touched the dust tornado, everyone's hearts were raised to their throats, but there was no imaginary scene of flesh and blood.

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth calmed down.

Because the dust and sand and gravel fell from the sky, like silent rain, because the spinning top could not turn, and the spinning top could not move, naturally there would be no wind, and without the wind, nothing could be moved, not even a piece of paper.

Keaton landed on his feet, his eyes bulging out, and he stared at Yan Li.

The place where the sword finger stabbed was exactly the center of his eyebrows.

He was stabbed by the sword, like a weak old man, he couldn't even stand, and involuntarily took a step back.

He took a step back, and his seven orifices flowed blood.

He took a step back, and blood oozed from the surface of his body.

He took another step back, and his whole body was dyed red, as if he had just been fished out of a pool of blood.

Eventually, he fell straight down and never moved again.

Turnu watched this scene blankly, and then let out a sad cry in the language of the desolate, he glared at Yan Li viciously, suddenly jumped up from the ground, and his body also had a bold reaction, and then used his head as a mallet and slammed into Yan Li's stomach.

The corners of Yan Li's mouth were lightly raised, and he stepped forward from the cliff, and the hidden sword technique was already working.

Turnu's heavy blow was like hitting cotton, and there was not even a sound of a drop of water falling to the ground, because all the force of his blow was absorbed by the hidden sword technique, so he couldn't even make a sound.

"Aragami is ......"

Then his roar came to an abrupt end.

Yan Li pressed the sword in his left hand, turned gracefully, flashed to Turnu's side, and then drew his sword.

Even if his left hand has no swordsmanship at all, the power that has been absorbed is Tournu's own strength, and he just re-applied this power to Tournu, so even his left hand has a terrible lethality.

Draw a sword, the simplest way to draw a sword.

Tournu's head rose to the sky.

Yan took two steps from the side, avoided the gushing blood rain, pulled a sword flower that was not very skilled, shook off the blood stains on the sword, and then slowly returned to the sheath.

The two desolate warriors, one after the other, died in the hands of Yan Li, and they seemed to be effortless, as if a child took a sword and danced twice at will, killing people.

Everyone was stunned.

Yan Li turned to the direction where the soldiers of the Xishan battalion were hiding, and said coldly: "I took you to see the play?"

Wang Chuan woke up like a dream, stood up like a chicken blood, and shouted: "Kill!"

All the soldiers will be shaken to a shock, and then almost use all their strength: "Kill!"

There is no suspense about the rest. How could the Limestone tribe without the desert warriors be Wang Chuan's opponent.

Yan Li walked over to Pei Qianlai, helped him up, and then sighed: "You are still alive." ”

"You don't want me to live...... Pei Qianlai coughed lightly and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood.

Yan Li took out a porcelain bottle from his arms expressionlessly, poured out a pill, stuffed it into his mouth, and said: "Actually, I don't need you to block it at all, you are alive, I still owe you a favor, it is better to die." "Generally, the wound medicine that is refined into pills is very scarce, and it can be said that it is invaluable.

Pei Qianlai smiled and said, "You don't have to feel that you owe me anything, because this is what our father and daughter owe you." Major General, I can see that you are still alive, old and dead without regrets. ”