Relying on the subtlety of the spirit dance steps, Xiao Yu took a lot of effort to avoid this burst of needle rain. Please search ()! The fastest update

Looking at the small blue and watery trivial things left on the wooden floor, Xiao Yu couldn't help but realize for a while:

Oh, it turns out that one of Mr. Feng's invincible magic weapons actually has this!

Roar, this thing, this girl actually has it, but I'm not embarrassed to use it!

His mind was racing, and the Chixiao Sword on Xiao Yu's right hand was attacking, and he quietly increased his strength by a few percent, and directly danced a cold sword into a sword curtain.

A sword curtain with no flaws to be found.

With a click of his lips, the solemnity on Feng Daoming's face began to become more and more obvious.

Only then did I deeply feel that it turned out that the unattractive and thin Chi Yu in front of him was so powerful in private.

The previous little contempt has long since disappeared, not to mention, even the heavy sword in his hand, in the fight with Xiao Yu all the way, the move is also a lot weird, delicate and solemn.

Feeling the pressure from Feng Daoming to appear bigger and stronger, Xiao Yu smiled indifferently again.

I have long known that this bear-like senior Feng Daoming is far from being so easy to deal with.

The current sword-to-sword fight, in terms of strength, can be regarded as a real state.

It was such a simple distraction, and the black heavy sword on the opposite side had already been viciously handed over, only crackling fiercely at Xiao Yu's left shoulder.

Xiao Yu was startled, and quickly pulled away.

However, between the lightning and the fire, the heavy sword had already stabbed at full speed, and she had no time to retreat!

In the midst of the crisis, Xiao Yu only had time to retreat a few inches.

However, Rao was like this, Xiao Yu's left arm was still heavily touched by the sword, and while he felt that the clothes on his left arm were rapidly wet, a strong pain also came from the wound on his left arm.

Xiao Yu inhaled uncontrollably in pain, and even his right hand, which was holding the Chixiao Sword, couldn't stop shaking a few times:

Wow, this guy in front of him, the means are really very good!

Secretly amazed, Xiao Yu ignored the painful injury on his left arm, and hit that Feng Daoming again:

Milk swallow to the forest!

This move, taking its fast, accurate, and steady offensive is just like the meaning of the milk swallow returning to the forest, and the key is that the precision and ruthlessness of the sword intent.

Xiao Yu's sword, which was taken directly, was Feng Daoming's right chest.

Because of the large height difference between each other's figures, Xiao Yu could not follow the original swordsmanship requirements and raise his sword to stab his right eye, so he could only drop a little altitude privately, change his target, and raise his sword to stab his right chest.

Feng Daoming knew this trick, and couldn't help but be furious:

"boy! Your Uncle Feng's childlike ****, how can a little bastard like you provoke at will! The kid dares to do it so far! Let's eat your Uncle Feng's palm! ”

With a swing of the heavy sword, Feng Daoming, who was embarrassed and angry, directly slapped Xiao Yu with a fleshy palm.

Isn't that the effect? Xiao Yu, who was in the middle of it, finally smiled.

Raising his left hand with a personality ring full of flowers, Xiao Yu did not shy away from facing the huge fleshy palm directly.