"It's me. Junior, tell me who your parents are? Beiting Kenshin's face was calm, and he turned a blind eye to the scene of the fight. Just glanced at Song Bancheng lightly, his gaze moved to Tang Feng, and when he swept over Han Yu, his brows twisted slightly.

"Sure enough, he is old and immortal, and when he opens his mouth and closes his mouth, he is the patriarch of the family. What's the matter, I feel that after living a lot of age, I am superior to others? If you follow your logic, wouldn't the turtle king bastard have to go sideways? Song Bancheng laughed, took a step forward suddenly, and the long knife in his hand slashed down towards his shoulder with an arc.

Halfway through, the blade kept changing directions, and when it was about to reach his body, it was already like thunder!

"If you want to fight, I will fight, why talk nonsense!"

Before the voice fell, the long knife in his hand had already slashed out thirteen knives one after another, each of which was fierce, domineering, and wild, as if he was fighting with others. The stiff, sharp long knife tightly wrapped the Beiting sword heart.

Beiting Kenshin's voice came out of the knife curtain steadily.

"Why, are you young people so rude now?"

The dark green scabbard is like a pine and cypress, if it is the blade of Song Bancheng, then I am afraid that it will not be able to withstand it.

However, Beiting Kenshin has obviously reached a realm that is unimaginable to ordinary people. His movements seemed to be slow, but he could always touch the weakest point of Song Bancheng's blade.

After Song Bancheng was forced to retreat again, he seemed to be unable to hold back his anger.

He squinted slightly, holding the long knife tightly in both hands, which was originally in his hand, the extremely light long knife seemed to have become more than 10,000 catties at once. The blade seemed to be covered with a layer of luminous light, a kind of domineering power that was enough to subdue the heavens and the earth and split the mountains, almost burning the air around them.

"Open the world!"

Stepping forward, the long knife slashed down again, but it was a little more wise and calm than the wild just now, and a little more domineering and confident. It's as if there is really chaos in front of him, and he can cut a new world with one sword.

Beiting Kenxin's thin figure was quietly on the path of the blade.

Feeling the will coming from the knife, his brows moved slightly, and he said slowly: "This is a little bit of a look!" ”

As he spoke, his footsteps stepped out to the left gently, and the long sword in his hand changed from slow to fast, and the sound of tinkling and tinkling kept ringing.

The dark green long sword was continuously pointed on Song Bancheng's long knife, and finally, Song Bancheng's chess was a move away, and the long knife in his hand was lifted upwards by the point, and the dark green scabbard took advantage of the situation to quickly advance and pointed at his throat fiercely.

If it is true this time, I am afraid that Song Bancheng's life will also be buried here.

Song Bancheng is worthy of being Song Bancheng, years of killing and his own martial arts cultivation have made his body have an instinctive reaction, turning his head sideways and putting his hand on his face.

Just caught the dark green long sword, and changed the point into a sweep.

However, although it was a temporary change, the strength contained in Beiting Sword Heart's sweep also made Song Bancheng a big loss. There was a click, his arm was broken alive, and the whole person was swept to the side.

This is still the case that the grass pheasant sword in the hand of the Beiting Kenshin is not unsheathed, otherwise, at this time, Song Bancheng has become a headless corpse with a broken arm.

It's just that although Beiting Kenshin defeated Song Bancheng, Tang Feng and Han Yu on both sides happened to have already killed at this time.

Before the person arrived, the heavenly strategy in Han Yu's hand flew away.

The cyan long knife began to spin rapidly the moment it was released, and the sword body maintained a strange tremor because of the penetration of the trembling power. It's obviously a long sword, and it kills the taste of a spear.

The long sword in Beiting Kenxin's hand had just swept past Song Bancheng at this time, and with a slight turn of his wrist, he gently bumped Tiance up, and then, the scabbard slapped lightly on Tiance's grip, and Tiance shot towards Han Yudang's chest at a faster speed than when he came.

Han Yu's footsteps were quick and wrong, his waist was forced, a mouthful of dantian qi was lifted to his chest, his body was tense, Tiance rubbed his body tightly, and flew over.

With a soft snort, Han Yu reached out with his right hand and grasped the heavenly strategy. Although he finally held his weapon, his shoulder was shaken twice.

Han Yu's face couldn't help but change, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Beiting Sword Heart. This is the first case in the world, the name of the first person in the country, he really deserves it. Not to mention anything else, just by looking at his understatement, he broke his almost sneak attack, and concealed the counterattack, which can be seen.

Han Yu held Tiance tightly in his hand, and looked at Tang Feng, who had already rushed up, without blinking, and fought with Beiting Kenxin. The trembling power from the snow-capped mountains slowly swam in the springs on the soles of the feet and the shoulder wells on the shoulders, ready to rescue people at any time.

He was not optimistic about Tang Feng, because since Song Bancheng was not his opponent, then they would have no chance of winning at all.

But neither he nor Tang Feng was willing to let go of such an opportunity to fight with a seventh-level warrior, so Han Yu could only watch and did not act immediately.

However, Tang Feng is inferior to Song Bancheng.

Anyway, Song Bancheng has always been the main attacker, but Tang Feng has fallen into passive beating.

Beiting Kenshin's long sword wrapped around his neck, spinning non-stop. Tang Feng held his small medicine hoe and kept dialing left and right, if it weren't for his excellent kung fu, he was afraid that Beiting Sword Heart would force him to use a small hoe to cut himself.

Rao is like this, the poisonous little hoe has been circling around his neck, and Tang Feng's back is also soaked with sweat. Damn, he has never seen such a strong person, who can make him have the ability to have an empty stomach, and he can't hold it there alive and can't use it.

While!

After Tang Feng received ten moves, he finally slowed down his dodge movements in order not to cut himself into a corpse, and was seized by Beiting Kenshin, and the dark green scabbard in his hand poked at the handle of the medicine hoe in his hand. The whole person suddenly snorted and took a few steps back, and sat down on the ground.

Han Yu seemed to have already practiced with him, and the moment he was hit, he stepped forward, Tiance trembled slightly, and attacked the back of Beiting Kenxin.

Beiting Kenshin snorted lightly, and the dark green scabbard rolled towards Han Yu like an oolong.

It wasn't until the two of them really exchanged hands that Han Yu felt how uncomfortable Tang Feng and Song Bancheng were just now, and how strong Song Bancheng was to be able to take the initiative and even force Beiting Kenshin to change his moves.

The long sword in Beiting Kenshin's hand seems to have magical power.

Every time it collides with Tiance, it will bring a sticky feeling, making the originally smooth tricks seem to have fallen into a swamp, and there is a kind of helplessness that is difficult to break free. Often, you've only only used half of your tricks, or you've just had the first hint of it, and you're crushed to death.

And every time he attacks, you'll have to deal with it with all your might.

This feeling is similar to the peach branch splitting by the nameless pruning monk. If it is replaced by a nameless pruning monk, I am afraid that Beiting Kenshin will not be an opponent yet. Because the nameless pruning monk has made his movements as natural as the wind blowing through the peach forest and shaking the rain that shakes down the petals.

And Beiting Kenshin's gestures have a faint trace of artificially carved without being crossed. It was this trace of fireworks that gave Han Yu and Song Bancheng a chance to breathe. Otherwise, I'm afraid that even Song Bancheng won't be able to withstand ten moves.

It's a pity that although Han Yu has also learned to split peach branches, the time to practice is still short. Even the skill of lifting weights has not been fully mastered, let alone completely integrated, let alone natural. Therefore, in the face of Beiting Kenshin's long sword, he has more than enough heart but not enough strength.

Knowing what principle others use, he can even guess what the opponent's next attack is, but his movements are always limited by his skills and himself, and he can't do it if he can't do it.

However, it is not without benefit for him to learn to chop peach branches. This understanding of Beiting Kenshin made him persist in fifteen moves, but this was also about to reach his limit.

Just as Han Yu was holding his breath and concentrating, ready to hold on to two more moves, the black in Beiting Kenxin's eyes suddenly became deep and cold. His body strangely burst into Han Yu's side, his right leg raised, and swept towards his lower abdomen.

Damn, you must know that Beiting Kenshin used a sword from the beginning, which made Han Yu form an illusion. This guy is a master who only knows how to use a sword, but he never thought that he would suddenly abandon the sword and use the hand-to-hand combat technique instead.

Han Yu was overlooked for a while, and suddenly fell into a crisis.

This kick came suddenly and sharply, and it didn't give him time to react at all. A strong breath of death made the surrounding darkness suddenly suffocate people.

At this moment, Han Yu felt like he was in the vast universe, surrounded by darkness, and there was only one foot, spanning thousands of years of time and space, to take his life.

You can't dodge, and you can't dodge!

Did he just die? A strange thought surged into Han Yu's heart. The boundless feeling of exhaustion suddenly flooded in.

No one can stop Beiting Kenshin, just as no one can stop the god of death.

That's fate.

Destiny? No, the fate of my black clothes can only be controlled by me and my black clothes, and my life and death can only be decided by myself. If I don't want to die, even heaven and earth will not bring me to my knees!

No one can control my destiny and decide my life and death, no one!

The boundless roar in his heart rang out, and Han Yu only felt as if he seemed to have broken free from the boundless darkness, and what appeared in front of him was still that absolute kick.

Han Yu shook his wrist and threw Tiance out, then put his hands into palms and staggered to meet him.

Bang!

The huge force surged, Han Yu's arm was raised, and his body couldn't help but be thrown upward, but at that kick, when he wanted to take the opportunity to take his life, his two feet just met this kick.

With a muffled snort, Han Yu fell to the back like a gourd rolling on the ground, and supported the Tiance handle inserted in the ground with one hand, trembling violently......