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Behind Jin Si, a burly man dressed in gray jumped out, and without saying a word, he waved his palm at him.

Zhang Sanfeng was secretly shocked, as long as one person from this fake demon sect came out, he was a master, could it be that the masters on the rivers and lakes had been co-opted by the Tartars in recent years? This person is also a vein of external skills, looking at his cultivation, he is completely worthy of the title of first-class master in the rivers and lakes, once upon a time, there were so many more masters of external skills in the rivers and lakes?

With a "click" sound, Leng Qian flicked the handle of the sword, and a ray of cold light came out, and when the man in gray entered within five steps, his right hand drew his sword like lightning, and a cold light slashed towards the neck of the man in gray.

Good swordsmanship, Zhang Sanfeng secretly praised in his heart.

The man in gray didn't pause at all, his arms were in front of him instantly, and he was actually planning to use his flesh and blood arm to block the sword.

A hint of surprise flashed in Leng Qian's eyes, and with the sound of "dang", the sound of metal clashing, the two front sleeves of the gray-clothed man were shaved off, and two swarthy metal armguards appeared in front of everyone.

Leng Qian felt a numbness in his wrist, stepped a little, turned to his left side, his right hand changed, the long sword suddenly rotated along his arm guard towards his right, he held the long sword upside down, and the cold blade was still pressing towards his neck.

The gray-clothed man's right arm moved to the right, and his right foot kicked towards Leng Qian's lower body without a sound.

"Shameless. Mr. Leng be careful. Yu Daiyan hurriedly reminded.

Leng Qian stepped a little, jumped back, his figure flashed a foot away, and said, "Thank you." But the figure suddenly shot towards the gray-clothed man a foot away, like an arrow that had been shot, and the sharp sword pierced straight into his throat, so fast.

The eyes of a thin and sad old man behind Jin Si lit up, and then he lowered his eyelids again, as if he hadn't seen anything.

The sword was as fast as a meteor, and although the man in gray tried his best to dodge and deal with it, the tip of the sword still pierced his throat, no more, no less, exactly an inch, just enough to cut the throat.

Leng Qian stabbed his sword and immediately retreated, and the long sword was immediately sheathed, extremely chic.

The gray-clothed man covered his throat with both hands and languished to the ground, a whirring hiss came out of his throat, and there was endless unwillingness in his eyes when he looked at Leng Qian.

Jin Si glared at Leng Qian, he didn't expect this person to be a master of swordsmanship, and there were really many masters of the Ming Sect.

said to the old man with a bitter face beside him: "Ah Da, you should make a move." ”

The old man glanced at him and said, "Although he is good at drawing swords and stabbing swords, if compared to me, I will take his life within ten swords, you can decide." ”

Jin Si said helplessly: "You also know the order of the county lord, can't you delay it?" ”

The old man's face turned gloomy and said, "I only have the sword left." ”

Jin Si was helpless and said, "Then you can watch it." ”

The old man glanced at him, walked out, holding a long sword in his arms, and walked towards Leng Qian step by step.

Leng Qian's eyes narrowed, this person's footsteps were too steady, and that look, his cloudy eyes were full of sword light, he couldn't be more familiar, this was a fierce enemy, his heart immediately became vigilant, and his whole body seemed to be tight and loose.

The old man walked six steps away from him and said, "Yes, he is a good seedling for sword practice, but unfortunately there is no famous teacher to teach him." However, if your swordsmanship is only drawing and stabbing swordsmanship, then you should strike first. ”

The current meaning is that if you have this ability, you should hurry up, otherwise you will have nothing to do for a while, and you will be extremely arrogant.

Leng Qian's face did not have a trace of angry fluctuations, arrogance needs to be able to lay the foundation, otherwise it is self-defeating, this person is obviously not this kind of person.

Leng Qian's right hand lightly grasped the handle of the sword, but he didn't hold it firmly, and his eyes were fixed on the old man.

Zhang Sanfeng's face turned even paler, since this old man appeared, he was in a very bad mood, this old man was already qualified to be his opponent, now, I'm afraid he is not qualified to be someone's opponent.

As if he was about to fall asleep, the old man drooped his eyelids and said, "Let's shoot." ”

Cold sweat broke out on Leng Qian's forehead, the old man looked like his whole body was flawed, but he just felt that he had no place to start, and his heart gradually became nervous, his momentum was about to condense to the peak, and if he didn't make a move, I am afraid it would be even worse.

......A dull and long trumpet sound suddenly sounded from the bottom of the mountain, and gradually passed towards the mountain, and the people in the hall could hear it clearly.

The Wudang Sect and the Ming Sect felt bad, and Jin Si smiled and stood up.

The old man's heart trembled and he frowned.

At this moment, Leng Qian's body instantly shot towards the old man, his right palm clenched suddenly, and with a brush, a cold light slashed towards the old man's right neck, saying that it was a cut, but the attack part was only two inches of the tip of the sword.

A hint of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes, his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he didn't move, but the hands that showed his old state suddenly moved, the hilt of the sword was facing him, and the scabbard flew out suddenly, hitting Leng Qian's right hand.

The old man came first, Leng Qian's killing sword was immediately broken, if he continued to attack, his right hand would definitely be hit by the old man's scabbard, such a master flying flowers and picking leaves can still kill, not to mention the scabbard, he didn't dare to take this risk, the tip of the sword he waved flashed sharply to the right, and the scabbard flew away.

The old man had already rushed in with the scabbard, his right hand was holding the hilt of the sword upside down, as if smashing someone, and the sharp tip of the sword smashed and stabbed towards Leng Qian's middle door.

The scabbard flew from the left, and he himself rushed to attack the enemy's middle door on the right side, as if everything had been planned by him, Leng Qian suddenly felt as if he had deliberately bent the tip of the sword and held his chest to meet his sword.

Leng Qian was startled, hurriedly stopped his body, and retreated, but the tip of the sword followed like a shadow, closely following half a foot in front of his chest, although he held a sharp sword in his hand, he didn't have time to move at all.

The shadow of death came in an instant, and Leng Qian's fierce body actually met the tip of the old man's sword, and the long sword in his right hand received his waist and slammed into the old man.

A trace of disdain flashed in the old man's eyes, and his moves did not change, but a trace of surprise suddenly flashed.

With a "dang" sound, his long sword was instantly struck away, and there was even a burst of soreness and numbness at his wrist, and he felt a chill in his lower abdomen.

It turned out that Leng Qian had already held the determination to die and wanted to die with him, and when his long sword pierced his chest, the long sword on his waist would inevitably pierce his lower abdomen.

The old man's long sword was knocked away, but Leng Qian's move did not change, and he still stabbed it.