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In fact, at this time, many things have become less important, such as whether the dead grass and trees infected by Bi Feixiao's poison can still help him, whether someone will come to support, and whether Qin Xiaochuan will die. He saw traces of the wind in his eyes, ripples created by the movement of air. Poisonous insects crawled on the ground and walked through the corpses.

Bifei sneered and stepped on a corpse with contempt in his eyes.

The wind, flowing between the two. Qin Xiaochuan's palm holding the sword was soaked with sweat. Before leaving, Fuji said to him, if the foundation is too poor, if you meet a master, you must remember not to fall into momentum! However, what is momentum? Is it the determination to kill, or is it a strong skill? In short, it should be a belief in defeating the enemy.

Bi Feixiao simply raised the drum in his hand and let the wind shuttle under his ribs. Cold sweat also began to break out on Qin Xiaochuan's forehead, and he felt that the iron sword in his hand was slowly becoming heavy. He hadn't really learned any swordsmanship, and in the face of the seemingly defenseless Bi Feixiao, there was no way to find the angle of the sword!

What is momentum? It would be strange to be able to explain it in a simple way.

Qin Xiaochuan recalled that night. Every time Fuji hits the long sword in his hand, the movement is direct and neat, because there are too many flaws and he can see through the direction of the move at a glance. If you can't see through your opponent, won't you kill each other and not fight? What are you kidding! Qin Xiaochuan once again clenched his sheathed long sword, his eyes fixed on Bi Feixiao. When he couldn't find a flaw, he put aside life and death, and only focused on the vital point! He didn't forget that he had choked just now, and he wasn't ready to swallow the words back.

Just like when he was playing, he would only pay attention to the ball frame in his eyes, and Qin Xiaochuan had never been a good teammate. He always knew that his personality was a little flawed, and sometimes his thinking was too simple to see the big picture. But it doesn't matter, Qin Xiaochuan has always had enough concentration!

At this time, with the change of Qin Xiaochuan's mind, he could no longer feel the weight of the sword, and the sword naturally drooped and pointed to the ground, and the sword seemed to melt into the wind. Qin Xiaochuan's eyes looked straight at Bi Feixiao's throat! The wind hovering between the two of them instantly became sharp like an illusion, cutting off the strip of cloth that Qin Xiaochuan used to tie his hair, and cutting off an insignificant strand of hair on Bi Feixiao's shoulder.

The black hair was scattered over his shoulders, Qin Xiaochuan's eyes did not move, and the sweat on his forehead wet his eyelashes.

Bi Feixiao's face was instantly gloomy. In just now, this master of the Southern Martial Arts actually felt a hint of threat from the opposite side! And the kid on the other side, the action of holding the sword was not even very standard. It's a shame!

Bifei smiled and raised his hand to beat the snare drum, and the sound of the drum shattered the air. Bang! knocked people's hearts to resonate with it, and Qin Xiaochuan's chest organs contracted violently.

The sonic wave struck, turning into a violent impact, like a punch from someone in the air on the opposite side towards the chest and abdomen!

Qin Xiaochuan almost didn't have time to resist, and even the sword slid three feet away, crashing into a withered tree, and a mouthful of sour water spewed out of his mouth. The dying tree trembled slightly, providing him with a weak support, so that Qin Xiaochuan would not be completely soft to the ground. However, his eyes were still fixed on Bi Feixiao, and he never shifted for a moment.

This feeling should be very displeasing to the person being watched. "Hmph!" Bifei snorted coldly, stepped forward, and raised his hand to beat the small drum again!

Boom.

It's an opportunity!

The sound of the drum vibrated the air and merged with the flow of its own airflow, and the originally flawless vibration turned into resonance in Qin Xiaochuan's eyes, which meant that there was a weak point. It's not a vital point, but his sword already has a target!Qin Xiaochuan jumped up suddenly, and his dormant physical strength turned into an instantaneous explosive power, making him ignore the distance between him and Bi Feixiao!

Leaping into the sky in one step, the sword was already unsheathed, and the moment it was unsheathed, a white light seemed to pass in front of Qin Xiaochuan's eyes. He never thought that his sword could become so fast, like a gust of wind! The sword was no longer a sword, but a wisp of wind, the same air current, cutting into the weakest point of the sound wave! The drum sound suddenly disappeared, and it had already dissipated under the sword without any transmission, and at this moment, the long sword in Qin Xiaochuan's hand had already been nailed to Bi Feixiao's throat!

Laugh at.

It was only a moment when the sound of the drum turned into a sword sound, and at that moment, Qin Xiaochuan almost thought that he was going to succeed. But Bi Feixiao raised his hand to urge the drum sound again, and the sound wave turned into substance, and at this moment, a huge force of energy suddenly pressed towards Qin Xiaochuan's sword from under his feet!

The sword was powerless, and even twisted in mid-air, and the force of the shock drove the hand holding the sword to slap Qin Xiaochuan's own face hard at the last moment. He flew out again, slamming heavily on a corpse. The rancid poison fell into his mouth, and the smell made him almost vomit. But the sharp pain above his cheek touched the corner of his eye, and Qin Xiaochuan's cheek immediately swollen, and his vision was blurred for a moment.

At this moment, Qin Xiaochuan's natural motor nerve narrowly saved his life. Even if he was smashed, he still dragged his sword and rolled out desperately. A drum sound came from above, like a sharp blade, and split the corpse and the earth in half, and the stones and dust flew up, rubbing the body with a hot pain.

"Come again. Bifeixiao turned the drum with one finger, the corners of his mouth still curled contemptuously, and the other hand gestured forward. His eyes were like poisonous snakes, staring closely at Qin Xiaochuan who was rolling out of dust.

Come on!

Qin Xiaochuan jumped up faster than Bi Feixiao expected. The wind does not only exist in the sound of drums, there is wind when he raises his hand, and there is also wind when he raises his hand-there is blood on his lips, and his attention is unconsciously concentrated to the extreme! Qin Xiaochuan did not realize that the world in his eyes was already different.

The hazy green light emitted by the grass and trees was mixed with the gray of the venom, and the countless ripple-like lines were actually the trajectory of the air flow wind, and Bi Feixiao's movements drove the countless ripples around him, and those ripples clearly intertwined the landing point of the sword. The point doesn't have to be the throat!

Qin Xiaochuan held the sword in his backhand and crossed it with a sword. The power of the backhand sword is stronger, with the momentum of indomitable and there will never be any obstacles! Now, he has gradually mastered what is the sword momentum! The sword momentum is determination, but also confidence! It is an action that will never hesitate, it is a targeted action, and it is a strong heart that will never be shaken, all of which are expressed through the sword, and the movements of the sword and the person are integrated with the wind!

Bi Feixiao's eyes flashed, and the killing intent in his heart was full. He actually felt the sword intent belonging to the top swordsman in Qin Xiaochuan, who was originally inconspicuous, which made the game in his original control change a little bit.

Qin Xiaochuan came with a sword, and Bi Fei smiled and raised his palms. But no one expected that the tip of Qin Xiaochuan's sword, who had been staring at Bi Feixiao's throat, suddenly fell and hit the small drum with a bang!

The sound wave is the wind, and this wind energy can be urged by Bi Feixiao, and of course it can also be urged by Qin Xiaochuan. This method was very dangerous, at this time, Qin Xiaochuan was only one foot away from Bi Feixiao, and all the vital points of the other party appeared in front of the other party in mid-air, and his sword hit the drum.

Qin Xiaochuan had no way to beat the small drum in Bifeixiao's hand, but there was nothing wrong with doing so! That drum had a special meaning for Bifeixiao, and when the weapon was attacked, this was a simple and direct provocation. Bi Fei's uplifted movement turned into a drum, and the huge sound wave hit the eardrum fiercely, and Qin Xiaochuan couldn't defend himself no matter how fast he moved. But he raised the sword in his hand, and the sword turned to his left hand, and his left hand pressed the sword, and flicked the sword!

Qin Xiaochuan can't beat the drum, but he can control the sword in his hand, unconsciously, a force was used by him into the sword body, the ancients had to play the sword to compose songs, now Qin Xiaochuan plays the sword, the sound wave is reversed into the song of the wind! When he fought with Fuji, he had already learned a little bit to use the wind of the sword move, the wind was like a sword rain, the broken sound waves hit each other, and the sword qi hit the ground around the two, stirring up a huge curtain of sand and dust!

There was no time left for Qin Xiaochuan to continue to reminisce about this feeling, and the force of the sonic shock almost forced him out of a mouthful of blood. Qin Xiaochuan took advantage of the situation to turn around in the air and landed behind Bi Feixiao. He hadn't learned sword moves, but he had the guts and dared to take risks. After this series of movements, the cold sweat on his back was completely soaked through his clothes. As long as there is the slightest mistake, Qin Xiaochuan will be laughed at by Bi Fei in the palm of his hand.

With a thought, Bi Fei laughed carelessly.

Without waiting to hit the ground, Qin Xiaochuan's backhand iron sword stabbed backwards. The sand and dust around him were confused, he simply closed his eyes, and stabbed this sword with the grasp of the surrounding air flow in his mind!

The sword light was cold, and it stabbed at the back of Bi Feixiao's neck from behind. Because of the sound of sand and stones colliding all around, the sword didn't even make any sound.

But Qin Xiaochuan still failed.

This sword stabbed on the drum body of the small drum, and the drum was like the wind, and the old man of experience was not at all comparable to a martial arts newcomer like Qin Xiaochuan. When Qin Xiaochuan borrowed his strength to cross the top of Bi Feixiao's head, the other party was already calculating this sword. Using the drum as a shield, Bi Fei smiled and slapped back, and countless sand and stones struck Qin Xiaochuan's back with this merciless palm.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly swept down from above, like a brown bat! Where Qin Xiaochuan and Bi Fei Xiao fought, there was even a third person hidden! The brown hair half covered one eye, the cloak slowed down the momentum of the fall, and the Moon Vortex of the deserted city raised three guns, and the guns were sharp weapons triggered by a white round tube with flint! In mid-air, three iron bullets attacked Bi Feixiao's eyes, nose, and throat in three ways, and at this time, Qin Xiaochuan had been shot out again.

Ding Ding Ding Ding, several sharp sword sounds! Several sharp sword rays appeared under the brown cloak of the Moon Vortex, which were several times more powerful than Qin Xiaochuan's single sword. The Moon Vortex had been hiding here for a long time, and he was supposed to be tasked with breaking off the legacy for the inhabitants of the Deserted City. But Bi Feixiao's drumming and Gu poison were too strong...... Black blood slowly flowed down the corners of Moon Vortex's mouth, and his own immature face was unmoved, and his eyes were as cold as death!

"Be careful...... Toxic ......"

Qin Xiaochuan was already struggling to kneel on the ground. The poison that Bi Feixiao cast could pollute the trees, and it had no effect on him for the time being, but it was very fatal to other people! Qin Xiaochuan sprayed a mouthful of blood on the ground, and a small Lingzhi slowly grew. At this moment, Qin Xiaochuan's internal organs felt like they had fallen, and a few ribs must have been interrupted by the impact just now, and every time he tried to stand up, it hurt so much that he wanted to die. He breathed deeply, hoping to relieve the pain as soon as possible. The Moon Vortex's attacks were strong and dense, but they were all blocked by Bifeixiao's agile drums on the periphery. Qin Xiaochuan created an opportunity for the Moon Vortex to make a move, and the Moon Vortex's actions at this time were also Qin Xiaochuan's opportunities!

Missing the last sword.

Qin Xiaochuan gritted his teeth and inhaled, trying to run a faint warm current to try to heal the wounds in his internal organs. He didn't have to look back to detect from the grass and trees around him, some of the people who had left were nervously hiding on both sides of the path, and some suppressed cries. Behind him and the Moon Vortex are the only remaining people of the deserted city.

At this time, the Moon Vortex was able to block Bi Feixiao, and Qin Xiaochuan was able to prevent the poisonous insects on the ground from getting close. But ordinary people who don't know martial arts can't.

Qin Xiaochuan slashed his sword towards the earth! The sword was stained with his blood, and his blood fell to the ground, immediately purifying the toxins on the ground. "Go back!" the sword light cut a long mark on the sandstone, forcing some of the poisonous insects and centipedes back into the corpse. But it didn't last long.

Qin Xiaochuan supported his body with a sword, feeling that his mouth was full of blood, and he didn't know if he had just broken his teeth by falling too hard. He was about to take a step forward when suddenly there was another person behind him!

The wind and clouds were surging in the distant sky, and the abnormal celestial phenomena seemed to have given birth to extremely strong sword moves! It was from the entrance of the deserted city, and it was the sword technique of the heavens that the young Xiao had not yet finished!

Qin Xiaochuan had the most time behind him. The most time pressed his shoulder with one hand and said, "It's okay." In the next moment, the weight on his shoulders was light, and the most time had disappeared. The moon whirlpool only felt that the gray-white figure in front of him flashed, and as soon as the sword light fell, blood rose to the sky!

The snare drum hits the ground. Bi Feixiao's head had fallen neatly at his feet, and his voice was only half-parted: "This can't-" Yes.

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