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The opponent was menacing, Feng Qingxin had more than enough strength but not enough strength, and her body retreated violently. (If you like this book, please bookmark biquge.info)

"The sword technique of the Hanging Temple really lives up to its reputation."

The opponent was dressed in black and wore a black scarf, and only a pair of eyes were exposed to the air on his body, and he held a strange weapon with a sword in his hand, and he did not retreat at the moment, but advanced, he stared at Feng Qing, who was a little stumbling in his footsteps, and exclaimed. The man in black's praise was by no means intended to mock, he was ready to attack, Feng Qing rushed to the battle but was unharmed, she was definitely the best among the younger generation.

"Who are you?"

Feng Qing stood in front of Meng Yao, and she looked at the man in black with her sword on her chest. Feng Qingjianghu was inexperienced after all, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and she kneaded her sour right arm with her left hand.

"Since you cover your face with a black scarf, you don't want to show your true face, why should the Qingtan Fairy ask more?" The eyes of the man in black are no longer solemn as before, and the disciple skills of the Hanging Temple stop here, what else is there to be afraid of? "I came here for Miss Meng Yao today, I hope the fairy will not interfere, if it hurts the harmony of the two families, it will not be beautiful."

"You're the killer of the Yama Palace?!"

Meng Yao looked at the dress of the man in black and the cold aura when he spoke, and she suddenly thought of the killer who assassinated her father. Yama Luodian's assassination of his father failed to kill him, but instead lost two killers, and he disappeared during this time, even Chen Xu thought that they might give up their mission, and he didn't expect them to reappear today.

The man in black looked at him and avoided answering, he asked rhetorically, "Miss Mengyao, do you take the initiative to follow me or do it yourself?" The sword has no eyes, if you accidentally cut through your beautiful face, I don't know if Chen Xu will like you? The black-clothed killer didn't know the relationship between Meng Yao and Feng Qing, he was self-righteous and made a heart-attacking move, "Although Qingtan Fairy's swordsmanship is strong, I'm afraid it's not my opponent, Miss Meng Yao is willing to see her friend injured and die because of you, if that's the case, even if you can survive for a lifetime, can you be happy for the rest of your life?" ”

The so-called speaker is unintentional, the listener is intentional, Feng Qing thought that if Meng Yao was captured by the enemy in front of her, even if she could get away with it, I am afraid that she would never have the face to face Chen Xu again in the future, which would be worse than death.

Feng Qing knew that Meng Yao's gaze was on her, but she didn't look at her, and the long sword in her hand stabbed at the black-clothed killer without warning. Feng Qing's original intention of practicing martial arts was not to kill for the rivers and lakes, and she had no idea of sneak attack, she had no choice but to make a move at this moment, she was like an honest child cheating in an exam, even if the invigilator didn't pay attention to her, she was as if she was being stared at, and she couldn't help but be a little slower.

The weapon in the hand of the man in black is like a cobra spitting letters, it seems that it has no intention to attack, but it can give people a fatal bite if it is cold. The swords struck, the sound of "clanging" seemed to be filled with a symphony of violent aesthetics, and after a few moves, the man in black counterattacked, and Feng Qing's long sword was knocked away.

In one go, the man in black didn't give Feng Qing a chance to breathe like a maggot on the tarsal bones, his strange weapon was sometimes used as a knife, sometimes turned into a sword, Feng Qing hurriedly saw the move, and she was completely inferior.

Meng Yao picked up the long sword dropped by Feng Qing and watched the two fight, although Ping Su didn't deal with Feng Qing very much, she also knew that the difference between the two of them was 108,000 miles in terms of kung fu. Every time she thinks of the killer of Yan Luo Palace, Meng Yao will think of the bloody battle of that day, Chen Xu and Yang Yunrui teamed up, fighting for their lives but only narrowly winning, the strength of the opponent can be imagined. With Feng Qing's kung fu and not an opponent, what can she do to help? Not only can't she help, she is still a burden, Meng Yao knows that the most correct thing to do at this moment is to run away, even if she shouts in a panic, "You resist, I'll go back and call someone", she also feels sorry for Feng Qing, not to mention whether she can escape is still unknown.

Feng Qing fought for her, but she abandoned her and ran away, I'm afraid even Chen Xu will blame her. Meng Yao's thoughts flashed through her mind, and she stabbed at the black-clothed killer with her sword. This is the first time that Meng Yao has fought with people to the death, and her mood is highly nervous, whether it is the swordsmanship she has learned in the Jianyue Sect before, or the Tai Chi that Chen Xu has taught her, she has long forgotten these things in the country of Yuanyuan.

As the saying goes, grinding the gun in battle, if it is not fast, it will be light, it turns out that this is unreliable, Meng Yao was picked up by the opponent with a long sword in the first move, and in this thunderous situation, she could only watch the weapon of the man in black slash towards her body.

For the first time, Meng Yao realized that death was so close to her, and she didn't even know when she closed her eyes. Suddenly, Meng Yao felt her body stumble, she hurriedly opened her eyes, but Feng Qing pushed her away.

Feng Qing was already at a disadvantage, and at the moment, she felt even more struggling. The black-clothed killer's weapon slashed from the bottom up, Feng Qing hurriedly turned sideways, the black-clothed man's blade cut a hole in her arm, blood burst out, and Feng Qing fell to the ground.

"Feng Qing, you ......"

Meng Yao looked at Feng Qing with some surprise, and she rushed over to inspect her injuries.

The man in black looked at Meng Yao and the others condescendingly in the posture of a victor, "Miss Meng Yao, should you ...... with me now?"

"Stop!"

A woman's voice came again in the night sky, and the man in black had never imagined that he was so feminine, even though these women were against him.

The words landed, and a person and a sword seemed to attack the black-clothed killer with the momentum of wind and thunder.

People, dressed in sackcloth, are like a shock; The sword, the cold light flashed, dancing like a swimming dragon, the two of them fought fast, the swords clashed, and sparks splashed.

"Hanging Temple Sword Technique?"

Only the best heirs of each generation of the Hanging Temple are qualified to go down the mountain to walk the world, the two women are the same out of the world, but they can say that they are skilled in swordsmanship, and when it comes to the experience of the rivers and lakes, the two women are very different, is the first woman a fake? But how did she learn the sword technique of the Hanging Temple? If any martial arts hall can be trained quickly, then the Hanging Temple can have today's prestige? The black-clothed killer suddenly thought of someone: the outcast of the Hanging Temple back then, and now Feng Daxia's wife, Su Xin Fairy, only she can teach such an excellent daughter.

"You're the Qingtan Fairy?"

The black-clothed killer spoke freely during the fight, but he was a little glad in his heart that he had injured Feng Qing first, and if the two of them joined forces, it might not be easy to deal with.

"It's the ...... of Qingtan"

Qingtan didn't finish speaking, and suddenly she only felt that her qi and blood were not smooth, she felt a feeling of nausea, and the action of swinging the sword was no longer chic before. The man in black became more and more courageous, and Qing Tan was forced to go to the corner, and his sword made the final blow.

"Poof!"

A stone in the night sky accurately hit the sharp weapon in the hand of the man in black, and the blade swung away, only to feel that his arm was numb, and the sword was inserted diagonally into the wall.

"Who?"

The people in black were terrified, a small pebble could have such power, and the person who came must be the master of the masters.

"Let's not say the name, friends in the rivers and lakes gave the old man a nickname: Saihuatuo."

Saihuatuo's name resounded through the rivers and lakes, and the black-clothed killer would not suspect it at all, and he didn't even have time to turn his head before he retreated in the opposite direction of the voice.

"Hurt my daughter, do you want to leave like this?"

A hearty male voice seemed to appear out of thin air, the man in black stopped abruptly, looked at the man in front of him, and asked a little hard: "Feng Daxia?" ”

Feng Jing didn't look at him, he just looked at the daughter beside Mrs. Feng.

The black-clothed killer was ignored, but he didn't feel the slightest humiliation, and he was about to flee in the other direction.

"Chen Xu is my little brother, Miss Meng Yao is his wife who has never been through the door, you want to take her away, what is the matter?"

The man in black didn't have time to think about the identity of the speaker, and there was a slender silver needle half an inch from the center of his eyebrows, an ordinary silver needle embroidered by a woman. If he hadn't stopped in time, he would probably have to go to the real Yama Hall to report.

"You... Who are you? ”

The voice of the man in black trembled a little, and the man with the embroidery needle in front of him seemed to be even more terrifying than Hua Tuo.

"One eyebrow!"

When the black-clad killer heard the name, his tears barely fell, and he felt as if he had burrowed into a locust's nest with his bare farts and strands. He is a killer, today is just a special mission, four of the top ten masters of the rivers and lakes came at one time, does he have such a big face? Could it be that someone has leaked the secret?

Qingtan was saved, but she didn't care about thanking Sai Huatuo for saving her life, she held on to the wall and vomited......********************************************************** why? Why is that? Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your support!!

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