"Prize!Haha, Prize!Bad work!" Sha Debao said, holding the tail of the cigarette stick in his left hand and putting the jade cigarette holder into his mouth.

"It's so good that you can die!" Before Er Ming could finish speaking, he saw a flash of cold light, with a sharp sword sound, and the cold sword in his hand had already come to Sha Debao's throat.

This move Er Ming named "Ming Sword Style", which was originally just an ordinary starting style in the long sword move, but Er Ming played this move to the extreme, and he mastered the angle, speed, and especially the timing very exquisitely!

This move "Ming Sword Style" is also the previous move to control Chu Hailiu and Xiuxiu's throat, but this time it is a sword piercing the throat, but it is a pity that Ling Erming is a little bit worse.

Sha Debao turned around seemingly unintentionally, the long sword passed through his throat, and he spat out a puff of scattered smoke with a "hmm" in his mouth, and a subtle footwork under his feet passed sideways with Er Ming, who was not yet in the sword.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute. Sha Debao coughed twice after speaking, as if he had just finished a mouthful of cigarettes, and was choked by the smoke because of the attack of Erming and a sword.

Er Ming snorted coldly, his feet spun, and his body turned towards Sha Debao like a whirlwind, and the long sword in his hand shook quickly like a silver snake dancing wildly, and the move could not leave the vital point of the human body. Sha Debao looked at the dazzling swordsmanship in front of him, and knew that it was just a false move that confused people's eyes, and the real killing move was only one of the swords.

"Medium!" Sha Debao shouted, and the cigarette pouch in his hand smashed into Er Ming's sword shadow.

"A sword to the throat is the real move. These are the words that come to Shadbao's mind. He lifted eighty percent of the internal strength in his body and pointed at the sword body that danced like a snake through the brass smoke pot, hitting the snake seven inches, and the sword that stabbed him in the throat was seven inches.

Sha Debao practiced a very strong internal strength all the way, if he was solid this time, he would definitely be able to shake the Erming long sword out of his hand, but he only felt that this cigarette pouch was lit on the cotton, and suddenly there was an indescribable discomfort, like struggling to climb high but stepping on the flat ground.

"Hiss", Sha Debao's arm holding the big cigarette pouch was cut by the long sword with two not deep bloody wounds.

Quick Sword!

Er Ming's sword is so fast, it can definitely be called a fast sword! Although the lethality is not high, his swordsmanship is really like a poisonous snake, and Sha Debao missed his vital point with one blow, and immediately ushered in the counterattack of the poisonous snake.

"on" and "in"...... Sha Debao shot again and again, but the move was like a defeat, and the power made the depression that could not be absorbed in his chest. His right hand holding the cigarette pouch has become a bloody hand, which looks very scary, but in fact it is only a slight skin injury, and every time he hits the seven-inch sword body of the snake that he thinks, it will inevitably usher in two "poisonous fangs", leaving two not deep bloody wounds.

False moves, all of them are false moves. No, it's all a real move. Sha Debao understood Er Ming's dazzling swordsmanship, there were indeed no false moves, but it could be said that there were false moves everywhere, he just played the real moves to the point that the real moves were as fast as the false moves, and all the internal strength was increased in the attack speed of the shot.

The real is the virtual, and the virtual is the real.

Erming integrates virtual moves and real moves, and if you hit a false move, you will inevitably usher in the backlash of the real move, so the opponent will be hit as long as you shoot against it, and the only and biggest drawback is that the lethality is really low, and the speed is naturally insufficient to reach the extreme.

Sha Debao was at a loss for Erming's fast sword, when he heard the sound of the "bell", Erming's long sword actually got out of his hand, and he saw his right hand holding the sword trembling. Sha Debao laughed twice when he saw this, and said: "It seems that the old man's 'driving all the way to smoke the Dafa' still works, haha, wonderful! wonderful!"

"This, what kind of bullshit trick is this?" Er Ming Tie couldn't help but complain with a blue face, you must know that he just named this set of fast swords "Seventy-six Swords of Dancing Willow with the Wind".

Although Bai Meiqi relieved himself, he did not sit back and forget to cultivate his gods, now he is a fish on the board no matter what, and his life is tied to this coachman who originally looked very scared, even if he dies, he must see clearly what is going on! He couldn't help but giggle when he saw Sha Debao so funny, a child can actually laugh out loud at this extreme of life and death, and Chu Hailiu can't help but feel embarrassed.

Chu Hailiu pointed at the boss of the three young men of Fengyue, and made a gesture of "please", and said: "This brother, in Xia Bucai, I will ask Xiuxiu and the two of you for your high moves." At this time, the long sword that Xiuxiu had taken off before had already been picked up in his hand.

"Okay, look at Lao Tzu slashing you!" said the boss, with a dance of the long sword in his hand, and then he was ready to move.

"Wait, wait, listen to me!" Shadbao said loudly, waving his left hand.

Sha Debao and Er Ming just had this quick fight, and both of them were the spot, so the tables, chairs and benches in the inn were not affected. Er Ming's set of "Seventy-six Swords of Dancing Willow with the Wind" Although the move is counterproductive, it seems to have the upper hand on the surface, but even if it is the same as the virtual reality, the long sword is used to unload the strength, but Sha Debao's brass smoke pot is still real on the sword body, and the extremely strong internal strength through the sword body is like a soft whip on his hand, otherwise Er Ming's long sword will not get out of his hand, although Er Ming is not injured on the surface, but his right hand holding the sword is not better than Sha Debao's hand full of blood!

"Ladies and gentlemen, can we sit down calmly and explain it clearly?" Shadbao said, looking at it twice. Er Ming snorted coldly and did not speak. The boss, Chu Hailiu, and Xiuxiu were tense and did not speak.

"Since no one has spoken, I will assume that you agree. Sha Debao said and made a gesture to Er Ming inviting him to sit down.

Erming's nerves were tense, he drew a semicircle under his feet, and his body was obliquely sideways, putting Bai Meiqi in his sight. Although this kid didn't emit a murderous purple light again, he looked like he was in prostration, and he couldn't see a trace of purple light leaking from the Holy Word Divine Seal on his body, but he didn't dare to be too careless, in case this kid regained his strength, it would be fatal to give him another moment. What Er Ming doesn't know is that the printing pressure is not the same as the internal strength, which can be recovered in a short period of time?

Er Ming glanced at it twice, and said coldly: "If you have anything to say, just say so!"

"Okay, haha. Sha Debao snorted and said to Er Ming: "Now neither of us can take advantage, as the saying goes, if you don't fight, you won't know each other!

Er Ming sneered: "Do you want us to act as if nothing happened?"

"Of course that's the best, you can be friends!" Sha Debao finished speaking, and put the cigarette holder in his mouth, this kind of "edible" weapon is quite suitable for his leisurely temperament.

"Fart!" the boss shouted, and said, "Second brother, the third brother can't die in vain!"

"If you don't say it, I know. Er Ming said coldly. Fengyue Sanshao is a leader who worships by age, and the highest martial arts is Erming, and the leader is naturally Erming.

Shadbao exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "Alas, you can't say that. You see that you are at fault in this matter, those two couples have no grievances with you, but you want to stand up for the flower house, and you still don't forgive, isn't this a dog with a mouse, aha, nosy?"

Er Ming snorted coldly and said, "Then what kind of grudge does this kid have with the third child? Why did you plug in such a pole again? Aren't you nosy?" Er Ming smelled the unpleasant smell of smoke in the air, and suddenly felt that there was a faint imperceptible strange fragrance in it, I really don't know what kind of strange cigarette this old guy smoked? But Er Ming was not worried, if there was something in the tobacco that could make people hallucinate, it should be this old guy who smoked and fascinated himself first.

"Uh, haha. Shadbao snorted, but he couldn't speak for a while.

"Because the three of you are bad guys!" said Bai Meiqi.

"Yes, yes!" Shadbao said with a smile, "You are bad people! Besides, this child is my guest, and it is my duty of course to protect him, so how can I be nosy?"

"Fart, your grandma's is the bad guy!" yelled the Boss.

"Bad guy?" Erming laughed, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world again. Suddenly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he moved his feet to hook up the long sword that had just been taken off the ground, and with a wave of his right hand, he firmly grasped the hilt of the sword.

He turned around, and the long sword in his hand went straight to Bai Meiqi's throat, and he sneered in his mouth: "How can there be a good person and a bad person in this world?" Before he could finish speaking, the sharp three-foot long sword had already penetrated through the throat of the nine-year-old divine genius.

"Not good!" Sha Debao secretly screamed in his heart, a cold light flashed in Erming's eyes, and the laughter stopped abruptly, he felt a cold killing intent, and hurriedly jumped up, and the big cigarette pouch in his hand took the oracle bone of Erming's right shoulder, not to kill the enemy, but to save people, so that Erming's shoulder bone was shattered, and his right hand with the sword naturally hung down, but Erming is a fast sword!

"Pop" The sound of bones shattering, Er Ming snorted in pain, his right hand fell down but the long sword did not fall to the ground, the tip of the sharp sword had penetrated more than a foot from the back of Bai Meiqi's neck, and the nine-year-old divine genius was already dead without even snorting, and Da Luo Jinxian couldn't be saved!

Er Ming was hit so hard that his footwork turned, and his body crashed into the empty table on the side, his right hand hung down with the hilt of the sword that was driven by his body when he fell out, and he was trembling in front of Bai Meiqi's neck.

"Careless!" Sha Debao sighed in his heart, he knew that Er Ming was sinister, but because he saw his long sword on the ground, and believed that under his fierce internal strength, Er Ming's right hand that had been subjected to internal setbacks could not recover for a while. Hey, did you underestimate your opponent or overestimate yourself?

The point is that he himself is still standing here, doesn't this sinister fellow have the slightest concern about being killed? Is he too kind or is his opponent too vicious? It's a pity! It's a pity that a child and a genius of the divine descent are in vain, and how can he go back to the errand?

Extra-book

Bai Meiqi: Author, you bastard! You really killed me, woo......

Thirty Thousand Miles in the Desert (plucking out the ear): I've always said that!

Bai Meiqi: Zhang Cuishan also has a son!

Thirty Thousand Miles in the Desert (shrugging his shoulders to show helplessness): ......

Bai Meiqi (confident face out of nowhere): I believe you will resurrect me, because I am the male protagonist!

Thirty Thousand Miles in the Desert (sneering disdainfully): Still resurrected? Do you think you are Nezha!

Thirty Thousand Miles in the Desert (turn around and wave your hands in a dashing manner): You're dead......