Xiao Yu's sword was originally an ancient famous sword. After this blow, it was still radiant, and the sword body was not damaged to the slightest.

However, the heavy sword in Feng Daoming's hand, after such a blow, suddenly gave birth to a small gap.

Feng Daoming, who was originally stable and majestic, was stunned for a while, but he reluctantly let out a burst of wild laughter on his back:

"Good boy, if you dare to come and fight with your Feng Ye, you can count a little bold! Come on, come on, Feng Ye will fight with you for 300 moves! ”

Three hundred moves?

It's going to drag on for so long, will it be a little too much?

Shaking the Chixiao Sword in his hand, which was still intact, Xiao Yu didn't answer, and rushed over with the sword.

The long sword in Feng Daoming's hand began to slowly become sluggish.

Seeing his tall and strong body, standing there, it seemed to be a little dull and stiff. However, when it comes to real combat, it has become quite fierce and flexible!

Wielding the heavy sword in his hand with infinite strength, that Feng Daoming was almost like wielding a light fly swatter with ease, and the black and heavy dark clouds kept stumbling towards Xiao Yu's body!

In contrast, Xiao Yu, who was petite and slender, stepped on the spirit dance steps under his feet, and kept wandering around the tall and chubby Feng Daoming, like a flexible gopher fleeing under high pressure.

Gritting his teeth, the black fly swatter in Feng Daoming's hand seemed to be wielding it more fiercely and quickly:

"Dead boy! Your Feng Ye originally planned to deal with a few simple tricks and let you lose the ring with dignity, but who knows, you are so ignorant! In other words, your Feng Ye's heavy sword was also bumped into by a treacherous boy like you? No, it's too eyeless to see! Today, your Feng Ye, you have to give the idea color to you to see! ”

Pursing her lips, Xiao Yu still sighed silently.

It's not hurtful, but it's urging!

Vigorously cheered up, Xiao Yu's sword intent changed, and the Luoxia swordsmanship, which had already been familiar with his chest, had already been used like a swimming dragon!

Even the fat man Feng, who looked very tall and mighty, couldn't help but sigh a few times at Xiao Yu's Luoxia swordsmanship:

"Well, this set of swordsmanship, like wearing flowers and shooting butterflies, is delicate in the show, but it does have a little meaning! It's just that this thing looks like a girl, it's too fancy, and it's useless to my old Feng! Look at how Lao Feng broke these embroidered legs of yours! ”

With a swing of the heavy sword, the black sword in Feng Daoming's hand, with heavy mental power, slapped it on the slender Chixiao Sword in Xiao Yu's hand.

It was clear that there were no tricks, and his heavy sword was just slapping and knocking in such a hurry, but the tricks that Xiao Yu had originally thought of couldn't be used at all for a while, but he began to shrink his hands and feet.

The so-called, Xiucai met a soldier, it is unreasonable, what he said, this is about the case, right?

Xiao Yu was inevitably a little anxious.

In other words, what is the essential difference between such a style of play and fighting with one's own sword and a man with infinite strength? !

No wonder Nangong Ping said in advance that this person is very difficult!

What's even more annoying is that this powerful man-bear is still very restless when he is shooting and playing like this.

His right hand, while holding the heavy sword for a burst of disorderly slapping, the idle left hand actually secretly took out a large handful of quenched cow hair needles out of nowhere, and scattered them all at Xiao Yu's side!