Su Lian is a combination of human and sword, and people are more slippery than snakes, always circumventing or avoiding the tip of the sword in the cold cold. One man and one sword, entwined and danced with each other.

The cold sword was like a snake, and the tip of the sword was like a snake spitting out letters, but Su Lian was dancing on the tip of the sword, the sword did not touch him at all, and he could not break away from the long sword coiled.

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"It's cold, what are you doing in a daze? Kill all these demons for me, and leave no one alive! Tuoharchen shouted from the crowd.

"Bitter cold!" The man in the yellow shirt spat out words like gold, and his face was indifferent. Yan Han was slightly surprised, tilted his head and groaned slightly, and then returned to his heavy composure again.

He took a deep breath and slowly raised his sword, his feet had moved, the sword momentum had not moved, heavy as clumsy, and as skillful as work.

"Bitter cold!" The man in the yellow shirt spat out words like gold, and his face was indifferent. Su Lian laughed and said, "Although Su is clumsy, he can also see that Brother Yan Han is not a person who loves money. If there are other unspeakable hidden, such as being coerced by others, you might as well say it bluntly, Su may be able to help you......" Su Lian jumped away again, and after landing on the ground, his feet did not stop, and the lightning shot out, his left hand was raised with one palm, and his right hand was clenched into an empty fist, and his fists and palms were staggered, and he went to the chest of the cold cold.

Su Lian disagreed, and said with a smile: "Brother Yan Han, I'll make a bet with you, within five moves, I will take the sword in your hand, how about you stop?" Hearing someone's loud warning, Su Lian knew that Xingzang had been revealed, so he didn't hesitate, smashed open the door with one foot, and rushed in with Zheng Shou, Yue Wanwan and Ma Xiuying.

He himself does not stop, when he goes first, and when the people are electrocuted to the atrium, he will capture the thief and capture the king first, and then take Tuoharchen.

It's just that after losing for a while, the superior has been judged, and the momentum has been weakened, no matter how powerful the sword is, the sword aura is cold, and the wind is impermeable, but he has never been able to touch Su Lian at all, but he is passive everywhere, it seems that the swordsmanship he was originally proud of is full of flaws in front of Su Lian at this moment.

Su Lian walked like the wind, turned left and right, and in less than five rounds, he grabbed his sword again.

"Brother Tai's swordsmanship is superb, he shouldn't be a Tatar, right? Don't know Gao's surname? Su Lian asked in a deep voice.

Yan Han caught the sword, bowed his head and was silent, his hands clenched for a while, as if he was tormented in his heart, and when he looked up again, he looked cold again, and he didn't say much, and he raised his sword to attack.

Yan Han caught the sword, bowed his head and was silent, his hands clenched for a while, as if he was tormented in his heart, and when he looked up again, he looked cold again, and he didn't say much, and he raised his sword to attack.

Yan Han stood still, his face was still indifferent, but a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, and he stared at Su Lian and said, "Gongzi is highly skilled, Yan Han admires!" It's just that...... Entrusted by people, loyal to people, please forgive me for not stopping......" Hearing someone shouting a warning, Su Lian knew that Xingzang had been revealed, so he did not hesitate, smashed open the door with one foot, and rushed in with Zheng Shou, Yue Wanwan and Ma Xiuying.

He himself does not stop, when he goes first, and when the people are electrocuted to the atrium, he will capture the thief and capture the king first, and then take Tuoharchen.

Seeing that the pain in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger, and he was unwilling to let go, Su Lian smiled and said, "Brother Yan Han, please eliminate distracting thoughts, calm down, and do it again!" Then he threw his sword back at him.

The yellow-shirted man Yan Han didn't reply, but his eyes caught a glimpse of Yue Wanwan, Ma Xiuying, and Zheng Shou had already rushed in, and the corner of his eye glanced at the roof of the front hall again.

It's just that after losing for a while, the superior has been judged, and the momentum has been weakened, no matter how powerful the sword is, the sword aura is cold, and the wind is impermeable, but he has never been able to touch Su Lian at all, but he is passive everywhere, it seems that the swordsmanship he was originally proud of is full of flaws in front of Su Lian at this moment.

Su Lian walked like the wind, turned left and right, and in less than five rounds, he grabbed his sword again.

"Brother Yan Han should be Han, right, but for some reason, he has to work hard for this Tartar dog official?" Su Lian asked.

It's just that after losing for a while, the superior has been judged, and the momentum has been weakened, no matter how powerful the sword is, the sword aura is cold, and the wind is impermeable, but he has never been able to touch Su Lian at all, but he is passive everywhere, it seems that the swordsmanship he was originally proud of is full of flaws in front of Su Lian at this moment.

Su Lian walked like the wind, turned left and right, and in less than five rounds, he grabbed his sword again. Yan Han saw that he was coming quickly, and he was not lazy, and the long sword was pointed, which made Su Lian dare not get close.

Su Lian smiled at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't dodge, as if he wanted to meet the sword with his chest. The cold sword momentum did not stop, and he was surprised in his heart, the long sword had reached three inches in Su Lian's chest, but it suddenly stopped.

I saw that an inch in front of the hilt of the sword, a pair of hands had already clamped the sword body, and it did not move at all. The cold calmly strained, shook his wrist with the momentum, and the sword flower rose again, arcing from left to right, protecting his predecessor, so that Su Lian could drill without gaps.

Who knew that Su Lian suddenly jumped up on the spot at this time, his feet turned up, and his head palms were facing down, and he was about to attack the cold heavenly spirit cover with his palm.

Yan Han caught the sword, bowed his head and was silent, his hands clenched for a while, as if he was tormented in his heart, and when he looked up again, he looked cold again, and he didn't say much, and he raised his sword to attack.

"Bitter cold!" The man in the yellow shirt spat out words like gold, and his face was indifferent. The cold sword momentum was slightly sluggish, the momentum did not stop, the sword was raised to the sky, the feet rotated with the trend, and the sword flower re-protected the top of the head.

But when he raised his sword upward, he was already half breathless, Su Lian seized the opportunity, put his palms together, and clamped the blade of the sword.

The cold couldn't pull out, and then when Su Lian rotated and landed, he didn't pump but sent, and stabbed forward, forcing Su Lian to let go and avoid it.

Yan Han saw that he was coming quickly, and he was not lazy, and the long sword was pointed, which made Su Lian dare not get close.

Su Lian smiled at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't dodge, as if he wanted to meet the sword with his chest. The cold sword momentum did not stop, and he was surprised in his heart, the long sword had reached three inches in Su Lian's chest, but it suddenly stopped.

I saw that an inch in front of the hilt of the sword, a pair of hands had already clamped the sword body, and it did not move at all. This dazzling action is actually only between the electric light and flint.

The people present saw the two figures staggered, and when they looked at it again in the blink of an eye, the two had already separated again, and the cold sword had been taken away by Su Lian.

Yan Han caught the sword, bowed his head and was silent, his hands clenched for a while, as if he was tormented in his heart, and when he looked up again, he looked cold again, and he didn't say much, and he raised his sword to attack.

Yan Han caught the sword, bowed his head and was silent, his hands clenched for a while, as if he was tormented in his heart, and when he looked up again, he looked cold again, and he didn't say much, and he raised his sword to attack.