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Suddenly, the light song swept down like a fleeting meteor, and the Ming King's knife was as dark as the night, and the surface of the blade flashed with rippling light lines.

Wu Gang stood in front of the door of the mansion, looking up, under the sun, white hair flying, a sharp knife, straight towards him, fast and sharp, fierce and ferocious, in an instant, there seemed to be a chill from the soles of Wu Gang's feet suddenly rising, straight to the sky.

Wu Gang stimulated the aura in the dantian and poured it into the limbs.

Yes, the speed has been improved.

He didn't fight against Qingge, but turned around and dodged, and the Ming Wang knife cut off a strand of his broken hair, glided down, and slashed on the ground paved with bluestones. #_#67356

The bluestone, which is known for its firmness and hardness, was actually cut by the sharp knife to a huge crack, dust and smoke everywhere, firelight splashed, and from a distance, under the blade, it seemed to be an eternal ravine.

Around the ravine, the cracks spread irregularly in all directions like spider silk, densely packed, and filled with a thin, transparent and invisible aura.

Qingge held the Ming Wang knife in both hands, knelt on one knee, and Wu Gang was back to back.

She lowered her head, a bewitching smile on the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were as cold as snow.

She raised her eyes, stood up, held the Ming Wang knife, and the moment she turned around, she slashed directly at the side of Wu Gang's neck, and in an extremely tricky posture, she tore through the sky and pointed directly at Wu Gang.

Wu Gang only felt goosebumps on the surface of his body, and he didn't even have time to buffer his thoughts, he was shocked by the momentum of that knife, and Wu Gang could only rely on his own reaction to retreat again and again.

Qingge held the handle of the Ming King's knife with one hand, walked on the side, drew an afterimage, and slashed quickly like a trick.

A knife, made by her amazing, amazing.

Wu Gang also has a lot of actual combat experience, and the speed of a sword spirit master should not be underestimated, and Qingge kept slashing at him, so he kept retreating and quickly dodged.

In a few rounds, Wu Gang had already lost the upper hand, Qingge grasped the overall situation, the offensive was fierce, one move after another, and the aura seemed to be spurting out as if he didn't want money, lingering on the knife.

Gradually, Wu Gang had cold sweat on his forehead, and he looked very cramped.

Wu Ziling frowned, clenched his sleeves with both hands, bit his lower lip due to nervousness, and watched the battle with bated breath.

Night Light Song doesn't seem to be as easy to deal with as she thinks.

Although Ye Qingge is only an innate thirteen-fold cultivator, the aura released from her body is sharper and purer, not only that, her moves are strange, but the sword contains a killing intention, even in the face of a sword spirit master, she can remain perfect and not suppressed.

"Can't lose, Wu Gang, can't lose!" Wu Ziling muttered softly.

If she loses, she can only return to Falling Flower City, but if she wins, then her future future is very impressive. #6.7356

This is where man's greed lies.

Only down-to-earth, step by step, hard work, is your own, even if you take other people's treasures as your own, one day, it will disappear, then you will sadly find that in fact, you have nothing.

At this moment, the battle between Qingge and Wu Gang has reached a white-hot state, in full swing, the sword light is cold, the fists are hard and heavy, and between you and me, all of them are killed with one blow.

The number of people is increasing.

Even, the young cultivators came to see this extremely exciting battle, and they were able to learn from experience, and even comprehend their state of mind as they wished.

Therefore, the more the battle of the strongest, the more people watch, for cultivators, in addition to actual combat experience, only by observing the form of the strong in battle, can they break through from the inside out.

Qingge's Mingwang knife has already forced Wu Gang to be restrained.

Wu Gang also knew that he was underestimating the enemy, but if he didn't use weapons, he would have already let them out, and now he drew his sword, wouldn't it be a slap in the face?

When Wu Gang was blocking Qingge's offensive, he looked at Wu Ziling, Wu Ziling's eyes looked at him quietly, his lips moved silently, and his eyes fell on the sword on Wu Gang's waist.

The meaning is simple and clear, asking him to draw his sword.

If the sword is not out, if it goes on like this, I am afraid that Wu Gang will dry up his dantian until he is defeated.

At least, it seems that now it seems that the aura contained in the Night Light Song Dantian was much more than that of the cultivators of the Innate Thirteen Folds.

Wu Gang's eyebrows furrowed slightly, in this gap, the knife slashed straight towards him, Wu Gang subconsciously avoided the side, Rao is so, his arm was still stripped of a piece of flesh, blood gushed out, and a tingling sensation surged into his heart.

Wu Gang spasmed, his eyes creeping scarlet.

But seeing him roar angrily, like a mad beast, he pulled out the sword on his waist, and the sword came out of its sheath, and the cold light appeared, as if there was a thunderbolt faintly rising.

Wu Gang narrowed his eyes, with a murderous momentum.

Qingge was no longer aggressive, standing on the cornice, holding a handkerchief, wiping the blood on the knife unhurriedly, and staring at Wu Gang condescendingly.

Qingge laughed lightly, and said without being salty or light: "Wu Gongzi, this king still thinks that you are not ready to draw your sword." ”

Wu Gang's face was pale, blood was flowing from his arms, and his hand holding the sword was trembling.

He raised his head and looked at Qingge, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, "If you don't draw your sword, won't it make people say that I, Wu Gang, look down on the four kings?" ”

Qingge hooked the corners of his lips, sneered, and sneered: "If this king can fight against you, he can afford you." ”

Wu Gang gritted his teeth, looked at the wound on his arm, and then took out a medicine bottle from the space bag and swallowed a few intermediate healing pills.

In just a moment, I saw that his shocking wound was rapidly healing.

Until it was restored as before, the aura in Wu Gang's dantian erupted upwards and poured into the sword, but he saw Wu Gang standing straight, hugged his fist towards the night light song on the cornice, and said solemnly: "Four kings, then Wu Gang is welcome." ”

The sound fell, the long wind danced, Wu Gang's soles slammed on the ground, the aura wrapped around him, and his body flew straight up, sweeping towards the light song, the speed was amazingly fast.

Qingge stood on the cornice, graceful and graceful, she carried a huge knife, and looked at Wu Gang with a smile like a flower.

After Wu Gang drew his sword, he was like a fish in water, like a tiger with wings, his combat power soared wildly, and he attacked Qingge in the air.

On the cornice, Wu Gangjian went sideways, picked up the flowers of aura, the auraflower was sharp, and the sky was overwhelmingly slashed to the light song, where it passed, the air was thinned, and a towering tree outside the high wall was cut into chips by the aura, and the goddess scattered the flowers.

And this is the power of a sword spirit master.

It is even more terrifying than the strength that Qingge burst out. [ban^fusheng].starter

The hearts of the people fluctuated with the aura.

Can Ye Qingge dodge this blow?

Wu Ziling smiled

What if you have strong combat value and explosiveness? In front of a sword spirit master, under the crushing of strength, it is impossible to turn the tide and die to survive.

"Night Light Song, it seems that you have made Wu Gang angry."

The smile on Wu Ziling's face became more and more delicate.

Angry Wu Gang is very scary. ^_^67356