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Ink-dyed garments are infused with bloodsucking and armor-piercing runes.

It is also a fine iron flying sword, and the difference between advantages and disadvantages will not be too big, but the flying sword refined by the blood ghost is stuffed with blood spirits, so that an ordinary flying sword can double its strength at once, beyond the original grade, it should be said that the division of grades is no longer suitable for this flying sword.

But going back to its roots, this flying sword is nothing more than an extra blood spirit, more spiritual, and those blood can stain the magic weapon of the flying sword and devour the spiritual power, that's all.

Calling someone else is a headache for a while, but ink-dyed clothes don't have this kind of trouble at all.

Splitting the sword, is the simplest way to compare swords, in layman's terms, that is, you cut me, I cut you, of course, this you and I refer to the two flying swords.

There are comings and goings.

The armor-piercing rune is guaranteed to be able to easily cut through the opponent's defenses, and the blood-sucking rune is even more perverted, it is simply a blood spirit nemesis.

The two flying swords were horizontal in the air, the swords facing each other, one side of the blood and qi surging, the red light was strange, and the other side was silent and lifeless.

The ink-dyed clothes pinched the sword trick in his hand, and the flying sword raised its edge in a dashing manner, falling, bringing a gust of wind.

The blood sword on the opposite side was cut with a long scratch.

Everyone exclaimed, no one expected that the flying sword refined by ink dyed clothes would be so sharp.

The blood ghost frowned fiercely, staring at the two flying swords, his eyes full of doubt.

That's right, there is a faint layer of blood light on the flying sword of the ink-dyed clothes, but everyone is far away, and there is a little blood stained by the sword just now, and they don't pay too much attention to it, but the blood ghost, the refining of the flying sword, will not be unaware, he is thinking about what is different about the flying sword just now. Is that chick surnamed Mo doing ghosts?

To test your guesses. The blood ghost rarely kept his hand, and he also learned from the way the ink dyed his clothes just now, and slashed it.

There was another red mark on the flying sword, and these reds kept flickering, as if they were devoured by life, and the already dull flying sword was even darker.

Ink-dyed clothes slashed another sword. The deeper the scars on the blood sword, the more it flies, the frost and snow are bullied, and the forest is cold and cold. The end is a good sword with an incomparable sharpness.

The most important thing is that the effect of the blood stain has been restrained somehow, and it has no effect.

The bloodlord saw it this time, and his eyes lit up.

He looked straight at the ink-dyed clothes, his gloomy eyes flashing with a strange light.

Mo Dye Yi smiled, his smile was sweet and delicate, gentle and lovely.

The golden sword in his body trembled slightly. The tarnished Tianxing stones in the fine iron sword seemed to be suddenly flushed with electricity, and they all lit up, and the entire flying sword burst out with a dazzling light, and the flying sword rushed out and stabbed towards the blood sword.

"Boom!"

Losing the suppression of the Absolute Gold Sword, the Refined Iron Sword could not withstand the might of the remnant formation of the Heavenly Sword, and exploded.

In line with the principle of pulling a cushion on the verge of death, the red blood sword was also pulled and died, destroying the corpse.

What is this?

But tentatively split each other twice. And then they all came to an end?

So is that flying sword slightly superior?

"What is this? Don't count it, don't do it again! ”

"Yes, do it all over again!" If they do it all over again, they may have a chance to steal again.

Many people figured out the trick and coaxed together, "Do it again, do it again......

"Don't try to fool around with this kind of result!"

"The first two times I told you to cheat, and the last one said that I couldn't let you get over so inexplicably!"

……

"The skills are not as good as others, and they dare to shout. Why do you have it? Just by virtue of your so-called 'master'? Ink-dyed clothes scoffed. Blood Master, what do you think? Do you need to compare it again? ”

"Not necessarily. Mo Daoyou has real skills, the old man likes people with real skills, and he will visit Qianya Mountain another day! The kind words that came out of the blood ghost's mouth were a little sour.

Everyone only thought that the blood ghost couldn't swallow this breath, and was ready to come to the door to retaliate, and couldn't help but have the idea of seeing the joke in their hearts, and said with a smile: "The blood ghost predecessor is going to Qianya Mountain, and we will also join in the fun, Mo Daoyou will not turn us away." ”

"How so?" Ink dyed clothes pretended to be surprised, "Dyeing clothes with the art of refining swords, frustrating the ranks, the ranks are magnanimous, and they don't care about the gains and losses of such false fame, which is really admirable. She made a false salute, looked forward to it, and smiled softly.

"The surname Mo, don't be arrogant, a mountain is higher than a mountain, there are many people in the cultivation realm, sooner or later there will be a time for you to cry!" A sword refiner blushed, obviously unable to accept the fact that he was about to be trampled on by ink-dyed clothes.

"This is not a solid matter Your Excellency to worry about, I am not as good as others to chase, people are not as good as me to step on it, such a simple truth, you don't need me, the junior, to teach!" She snorted coldly and said lightly: "What I am doing now, you may not have done it, what is there to worry about?" Isn't it, Master Sin? Master Zhang? Master Fang? ……”

"Peers are like enemies, I didn't want to coexist peacefully with you, I think about it, you are also thinking the same as me, why bother to hide it and increase your laughter!" She smiled, the corners of her mouth hooked up a faint mockery, two different expressions, put together but unusually harmonious. "Thousand Cliff Mountain, Hanyu Palace, Battle Hall Commander, Ink Dye Clothes!"

"If you want to get the field back, I'll ......" Mo Dye Yi chuckled, his voice was sweet and greasy, "I'm waiting for you at any time!" ”

A series of coquettish laughter faded away.

Xuan Jiu's eyes were warm and doting smiles, such a delicate and sweet person, but in his bones he was so arrogant and domineering, his mouth was as sharp as a sword, and his speech was cold like a flying sword she shot, which was close to people's hearts and couldn't dodge.

She doesn't hide what she wants, the bad goes straight to the point, and she can't summarize it in a single stroke just by using such simple words as good or bad.

Grandpa once asked him, what do you like about her?

He thought, probably the most attractive thing to him is this kind of temperament that is very different from appearance, compared with those women who have a black belly and a heart but do not show any signs on the surface...... The black-bellied white flower of ink-dyed clothes is even more worthy of Xuanjiu's classmates! (The last sentence is a summary of the house!) ~）

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"Ink-dyed clothes, you stop!" My aunt was urgently recalled to Wanxia Mountain, and the heart, the "notary", was ignored by Chi Guoguo from beginning to end, and she was already angry, cold and noble and all thrown aside, a mouthful of blood blocked in her throat, not vomiting or unhappy!

"Any advice?" Mo Dye Yi glanced at Hua Suxin behind her, but still didn't bother to give her a look.

"You...... Stay away from him! The Xinyu pointed with his hand, and the fingertips were pointed at, not Xuan Jiu.

Ink-dyed clothes glared at him, look, provoke a bunch of rotten peach blossoms!

"Okay." She walked a few quick steps forward, turned around, and asked in a fake kindness, "Is it far enough?" ”

heart has not met this kind of person, what should I say? It's just ...... It's unreasonable, she clearly understood what she meant, but she distorted it like this.

"If you're not far enough, you speak." Ink-dyed clothes said softly, looking like an angry little daughter-in-law.

If it weren't for the insolence of this woman's hateful teeth just now, they would definitely be deceived by her aggrieved and angry appearance!

Damn it!

"You slut!" The is a little poor in words, and he was too cold and arrogant in the past, and even basic skills such as scolding have been weakened.

The ink-dyed clothes had to "tease" this pseudo-innocent little beauty again, her eyes widened in vain, her eyebrows gradually twisted, her chest rose and fell, and she shouted: "Let's go." "Fly straight to the bow.

Xuan Jiu turned around, his eyes were cold, and the flying sword in the center of his eyebrows "poof" burst out, flying directly towards the heart.

The cold cold blade shaved a piece of hair that hung down on her chest, and a cold air pressed on her neck, causing a layer of tiny bumps.

"Stay away from me, you know?"

He deceived him, and the flying sword on the neck of the had already swelled into a three-foot green edge, and the hilt of the sword was firmly held in Xuan Jiu's hand.

Heart's eyes widened, and for the first time, he felt that death was so close to him.

She had no time to appreciate the black-faced cold man's chic and freehand sword-holding movements at this time, and nodded again and again, with fear flashing in her eyes.

That kind of eyes, the kind of eyes that don't turn around, are so cold that they have no temperature, and they seem to be focused, but they are not.

It was the eyes of a dead man, she had seen it before, and she would never be mistaken!

Xuan Jiu slowly retracted his sword, and his slightly picked phoenix eyes coldly glanced at Hua Suxin, who was less than a step behind her, just one look could freeze people into ice ballast.

Hua Suxin's heart was cold, only to feel a sword intent rushing to her face, and she pounced fiercely, making her almost forget how to breathe.

It wasn't until the man's sword turned into light and disappeared for a moment that the second daughter regained her breath, and her body was so soft that she could barely stand.

The kind of sword intent that oppresses to the point of suffocation...... How can it be?

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"The children are all stayed, the people in the inner hall are safe, and the people in the war hall will come back with me!" Ink dyed clothes decisively ordered.

These disciples selected from the mortal city, although they have not officially entered the Hanyu Palace, they have already been labeled as the Hanyu Palace, if Qianya Mountain is lost, these people may be the last hope of the sect.

There are not many people in the inner hall, even if they rush back, it won't have much effect, so it's better to stay.

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