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Although the masked killer is ruthless, when he is taken as a prey, he will also be terrified and afraid of death.

What's more, the death of his companion is indeed ......

So, instinct drives them back.

The battlefield has always affected the whole body, and the masked killer on Jian Wuwei's side was afraid, and the killer on Wu Tong's side naturally retired.

This was a very happy situation, at least Jian Wuwei and Wu Tong should be.

However, in the face of the masked killer who was about to retreat, Wu Tong frowned instead, with a hint of anxiety in his eyes, looking at the two masked killers in front of him, he still had a trace of hesitation.

The sword in his hand is also hesitant.

Here, Jian Wuwei was jokingly looking at the masked killer, naturally not paying attention to these.

Now, he wants to catch a living mouth and ask, who is it, so want to die by himself!

Jian Wuwei pressed forward step by step, and the masked killer retreated step by step, cautious, and his eyes never left Jian Wuwei's terrifying palms!

Wu Tong saw the situation evolve, and his brows suddenly furrowed even deeper.

Jian Wuwei's strength ruined Childe's plan, and he was hesitating what he should do.

Facing his two masked killers, looking at his appearance, I couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

In their eyes, Wu Tong's strength is not bad, and the two of them may not be able to win for a while, so they only need to wait for that little ghost to win, and then turn back to deal with them.

The four against one over there have been defeated, and if they don't leave, the situation they will face will not be very good.

Come to think of it, forget it!!

So, what do you mean by that expression, are you hesitating to play with us, or are you thinking of some other brutal method!?

Just when the masked killer was suspicious, Jian Wuwei was approaching step by step.

Suddenly, a change suddenly occurred!

In the air, a suffocating killing intent suddenly filled the air!

Jian Wuwei, who was playing with the masked killer, suddenly paused, and felt an unusual aura rippling in the air, and there was a smell of danger in that breath.

Deadly danger!

Jian Wuwei's face was solemn, and his brows furrowed.

Stopping to continue, Jian Wuwei put away his hands slightly, and looked around cautiously.

When the masked killer stopped Jian Wuwei, his heart was inexplicably tight, thinking that Jian Wuwei was about to make a move, and he was careful to prevent him from suddenly breaking out.

However, death sometimes comes from the unknown!

Just when the masked killer was careful of his sword inaction, the cold wind suddenly rose, and the cold light swept away the dust!

A sword qi, bright and cold, with a killing momentum, a sword across the entire battlefield, the sword light was extremely fast, in an instant, the three masked killers who were about to retreat turned their backs to the sword qi and were unaware.

Suddenly, a sword sealed the throat!

There was no pain, no feeling, and the three masked killers slowly fell into the dust!

This is an extremely accurate sword, which is enough to prove the cultivation of the swordsman.

Seeing this, Jian Wuwei was inexplicably frightened.

And Wu Tong showed a smile inexplicably.

It's been a long wait.

Jian Wuwei glanced at the excited Wu Tong suspiciously, and he couldn't figure it out.

Could it be that this is a legendary fighting race, and the more powerful the opponent you encounter, the more warlike you will be?

And just when Jian Wuwei was puzzled, in the distance of the battlefield, a swordsman with a Shura mask on his face, holding a sharp long sword, slowly stepped over. An aura of absolute danger emanated from him.

A sword that is pitch black and exudes despair!

A cold-eyed, exuding aura of forest!

Seeing this swordsman appear, Wu Tong's eyes were full of coldness, and he was awe-inspiring!

No longer hesitated, Wu Tong bent his hand into a claw and grabbed it out of thin air.

Suddenly, in the surprised gaze of the two masked swordsmen, Xingwen, the long sword that originally originally tended to him, suddenly brought a strong wind to whirl.

Wu Tong held the Xingwen long sword in one hand, and without hesitation, he immediately started the desperate sword style!

The hand holding the sword was tight and powerful, and Wu Tong danced the sword with both hands for the first time!

The two masked killers were awe-inspiring in their hearts, and they saw the edge flashing in front of them, and their lives were gone.

Wu Tong's figure was extremely fast, passing through the two masked killers, and mercilessly taking away the lives of the two masked killers, without a trace of stagnation, and the clouds flowed!

The strength is no longer as strong as it was just now!

After killing the two masked swordsmen, Wu Tong came to the middle of Jian Wuwei and the masked swordsman, holding Xingwen in his hand, and looked at the swordsman who was slowly approaching vigilantly.

"It's finally here!"

As soon as Wu Tong spoke, the thousands of questions that Jian Wuwei was asking suddenly stuck in his throat, and he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

However, my heart is extremely unhappy!

It seems that he has become a bait.

Jian Wuwei smiled, laughing a little dangerously.

At the beginning, Wu Tong hid his strength!

And the purpose is to lead to a more powerful existence!

It turned out that Wu Tong succeeded, and the swordsman of the Shura mask appeared. Under his mask, which only showed a pair of murderous eyes, he was definitely a difficult character! He slowly stepped in front of a sharp line on the ground, which was the trace of the sword aura he had just killed the masked killer.

Jing Wei is clearly opposed to Wu Tong.

"It is worthy of being the first coach of Confucianism, and Wu Jian Xingwen can really be extraordinary. ”

Glancing indifferently at the dead killers, the Shura Swordsman held the mask in one hand and sneered.

After admiring Wu Tong's ability, the masked sword man slowly raised the long sword in his hand. "At first, I was still wondering, how could it be possible to trap you with this group of ants, but now it seems that you did it on purpose. ”

"What an honor to wait for me. ”

The killer is cold, arrogant, but dangerous, and regards human life as a mustard!

Facing the opponent's sword, Wu Tong stationed the Xingwen sword on the ground, and as a swordsman, he could feel the fierce power that was submerged, so he looked at the other party in a cautious and defensive posture.

The masked swordsman glanced at Wu Tong, and then turned his gaze to Jian Wuwei faintly.

"It's indeed a rare talent, it's a miracle, but it's a pity ....... ”

A pity, a cold.

"Today, I'm going to die. ”

The originally warm wind of the Confucian Sea Cliff suddenly became sudden and fierce under the pity of the mask killer!

In the twilight, Jian Wuwei's pupils shrank suddenly!

Suddenly I saw a sharp edge in front of me, coming straight to the vital point of life, as if a streamer appeared in the sky, fast and gorgeous, fleeting, taking away the last trace of brilliance of life!

Fast, fast chilling.

The sword is fast, the person is fast, and the shadow is fast!

The sword of the masked swordsman is so fast that it makes people feel cold.

At the moment of crisis, Jian Wuwei did not dare to be careless, and condensed a little bit of his true strength, turning his fingers into a sword, which seemed to come out lightly, but it was a little bit of strength, the edge of the sword of the hard mask swordsman!

All this in an instant!

Jian Wuwei was in his previous life and this life, and it was the first time he encountered such a pure fast sword, and he had no bottom in his heart, but it was impossible to let him be restrained!

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the sword light will be cold!

The earth shook, the sand and dust flew away, and the bluestone path under the feet of Sword Wuwei and the Mask Killer suddenly exploded and was shaken away!

And the sword inaction that uses the finger as a sword, in this shocking intersection, retreats out.

At the corners of the mouth, there is already blood!

Obviously, the internal organs have been created!

And looking at the masked sword man again, he just paused slightly, his eyes hidden by the sand and dust could not hide the endless ferocious killing intent, calm and fine!

Looking at the sword inaction, the sword in the masked swordsman's hand was raised again, and a sword qi shot out!

In the retreat, Jian Wuwei suddenly felt the crisis, his body changed sharply, and he spun up, narrowly avoiding the deadly sword qi, but before he could take a breath, a black shadow came in an instant!

Immediately, the continuous killing sword shrouded!

Kill endlessly, and breathe hard!

Jian Wuwei didn't even have a chance to breathe at this moment, so he was shrouded by a deadly killing machine again, and in the air, he only saw the swordsman who reappeared sharply, killing the sword and taking Jian Wuwei's heart directly!

Crisis after crisis, killing machine after killing machine!

Jian Wuwei felt a pang in his heart and wanted to get rid of it, but the more he wanted to get rid of it, the more he fell into a crisis!

The sword of the masked swordsman seems to be a sword born for killing, and the more he dodges it, the more it becomes more and more precise and deadly!

It's not good, if it goes on like this......

Moving in an instant, the sword did not pay the price of a blood stain, and it was able to dodge the killing sword of the masked swordsman, and his fingers ached faintly, and it was difficult to continue!

Damn, with your hands and your sword, you really suffer a loss! If you have the chance, you must go to fight with a sword.

Jian Wuwei cursed in his heart, his body rotated, and his strength was condensed, but this time it was the light of the Qing Saint Confucian Gong Shengyao, and he held the vast style of Confucianism!

"Confucianism is shocking to the sea!"

The Confucian Sect has a mighty palm, the palm is mighty, the sword is inaction, and the Qingyin Holy Decision is raised to the limit, and the palm is instantly shocked!

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, the masked sword man saw this, the sword was killed, and the cold sword light shone!

"Confucianism, ha, not bad!"

The sword qi and palm qi, the earth shook at the time, the sword Wuwei palm was like a wave, the palm qi was shocking, and the rippling strength layer by layer actually forced the mask killer away!

OK!

Seeing the masked swordsman keep retreating, Jian Wuwei finally breathed proudly.

However, there is only a moment of respite!

The masked swordsman's swordsmanship is fierce, the more he dances, the stronger he becomes, even if the waves sweep away, he is also broken by the sword qi layer by layer, and in an instant, he has completely broken the sword inaction!

And in his eyes, the killing intent of Jian Wuwei is even hotter!

Crisis crisis!

Jian Wuwei was looked at by that look, and his heart suddenly tightened!

"Die!"

A cold drink, gently, but rippling in Jian Wuwei's ears!

Before he could come back to his senses, the sword light shrouded again!

Death, approaching!

In the midst of the crisis, there was a sudden burst of pure holy qi from heaven and earth, and a thick sword qi fell from the sky, and a thick Han sword was interspersed between Jian Wuwei and the mask killer.

Suddenly, the thick sword qi swung out in all directions, shaking Jian Wuwei and the masked swordsman back one by one!

In an instant, isolate the two!

Then, another calm tune was heard.

"Bafangzheng, difficult to achieve, Yuwen Xingwu lying sword man. The west wind rises, the desolate tune, and the people are sad in Yuefuqu!"

The Confucian wind swept the killing intent, the figure stepped steadily, step by step, and crossed the sword Wuwei, whose breath was already uneven, and came to the front of the simple and thick Han sword.

Breath, the swordsman who locks directly onto the Shura mask!

For the first time, Jian Wuwei saw Wu Tong's appearance, with a hint of elegance on his cold face, and a hint of anger in his gentleness, his demeanor was unearthly!

Wu Tong came to the Xingwen Sword, slowly pulled out the sword of the station, and raised his eyebrows.

"You, provoke my murder!!"

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