Xue Ling watched Sheng Junqian rush over.

Xue Ling watched Sheng Jun Qianfei come back.

Xue Ling also saw Sheng Junqian vomiting blood.

Xue Ling was terrified when he saw it.

Sheng Junqian is the tail of the crane on the top list of rivers and lakes, and it is understandable that he can't beat the black ruthless, and the black one himself is overrated.

It's understandable that you can't beat a Golden Hornet assassin.

But what the hell is a photo that is kicked away?

What level of master is the other party!

"Don't be afraid of him!" Sheng Junqian knelt on the ground and vomited blood, but raised his head and shouted loudly: "My injuries are mainly caused by fighting with that black boy during the day, he is not that bad." ”

Before the words fell, Shang Jiu Ge had already moved forward.

Shang Jiuge actually used to deal with people, and he liked to be the last to come, and to wait for work.

But at this time, Shang Jiuge could no longer tolerate hesitation, her wrist trembled slightly, and the Rolex on her wrist was already sharp.

Although this sword is relatively more suitable for winning by surprise, it is limited to winning by surprise, and in frontal combat, it is actually not as good as the Scarlet Night Sword that Shang Jiuge originally liked to use.

However, no matter how useless the Rolex is, it is also a sword.

Moreover, Shang Jiu Ge will use all the swords in the world.

Shang Jiu Ge stepped forward, and a cold light came out from her wrist, straight to Yan Han's throat.

Yan Han looked at the sword light at that moment, and only felt that the hairs on his body stood up.

He laughed loudly and let out a good sword, and at the same time raised his foot and kicked towards Shang Jiuge's sword edge, without fear.

Shang Jiuge's expression remained unchanged, and he even concentrated.

This Yan Han is the strongest opponent Shang Jiu Ge has encountered since he came down the mountain, except for Hei Wu.

After all, no matter how strong He Ping and Fang Bei were, they had never really fought with Shang Jiuge.

All her body and mind turned into a sword and went straight away, all of Yan Han's changes were expected in her heart,

Seeing Yan Han's toe point at Shang Jiuge's sword edge, Shang Jiuge shook his wrist slightly expressionlessly, and his sword move changed in an instant, and the soft sword in his hand, which was originally like a long rainbow, instantly turned into a silver snake, wrapping Yan Han's entire thigh.

In just the next moment, Shang Jiu Ge was able to cut off Yan Han's entire thigh.

Unless it is said that Yan Han is the same as Hei Wu, his whole body cultivation is flawless.

Her false move is directed at Yan Han's throat, but with all of Yan Han's movements, Shang Jiu Ge has a corresponding change of moves, the so-called no move to win has a move, this is Shang Jiu Ge's sword way, each of her swords is changed according to the opponent's reaction, and the whole person is the most accurate computing machine.

The master made a move, and the victory or defeat was in an instant, seeing that Shang Jiuge's sword move was successful, Yan Han only felt that his whole body was cold, and the moment when the defeat was decided.

In the entire Chang'an night sky, there was a sudden sound of a clanging piano.

The sound of this piano contained unimaginable concussive true qi, which attracted people's hearts, Shang Jiuge was originally engrossed, but when she heard this sound of the piano, her sword moves instantly appeared a little disordered.

This glimmer of disorder is her flaw.

Yan Han seized this fleeting opportunity, instantly retracted his legs and retreated, and in the moment the sword blade that was like a silver snake around him closed, he retreated a foot backwards, out of Shang Jiuge's attack range, and then the silver snake instantly closed hideously, and then all of it was in Shang Jiuge's wrist.

Yan Han stood in place, frightened, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his head.

In fact, he didn't hold it up much, but he never thought that Shang Jiuge's sword moves were so dangerous, like antelope hanging horns, that they were completely nowhere to be found.

The transformation of the sword move into reality was in that instant.

You think he's a false move, he's a real move, and if you think he's a real move, he's a fake move.

The so-called two ends of the most scoundrel are none other than Shang Jiuge's sword.

"Your Excellency really deserves to be Shang Jiuge." Yan Han sighed: "Lin Xue, have you thought about it?" ”

He suddenly mentioned Xue Ling again.

In fact, in the battle of Fang Cai's electric light, Xue Ling has been engrossed, her King Kong is not bad magic skill is actually a half-hanging, really fighting, not to mention Shang Jiuge, even Sheng Junqian She is not an opponent.

But who dares to despise her, at that moment, King Kong is not bad to break out, even if it is Hei Wu, he has also been in the way.

"They've made the choice for me." Xue Ling lowered his head and said coldly.

Yan Han narrowed his eyes dangerously: "In that case, then tonight and this place is your burial place." ”

Saying this, Yan Han slammed his foot out of the air, swept out with a whip leg, and headed towards Shang Jiuge, Shang Jiuge stood still, coldly took out his sword, and slashed the leg wind with a sword.

"Do you really think this three-legged cat can deal with me?" Shang Jiu Ge said quietly.

"You can't beat me." The girl then spoke.

Shang Jiuge's face slap has always been straightforward, and he doesn't drag mud and water with you at all.

"It's not the sound of the piano, you're dead."

Yan Han smiled coldly and said, "Miss Shang, you don't feel that the sound of the piano is just accidental. ”

Saying this, Yan Han coldly kicked Shang Jiu Ge far away - no matter how hard his fists and feet were, no matter how great his strength was, and how deep his skills were, Shang Jiu Ge's ghostly sword had almost frightened Yan Han.

So he no longer dared to fight Shang Jiuge in close quarters, because the master was fighting for life and death, he was here with the intention of killing Shang Jiuge, but he never planned to send Shang Jiuge on the road at the cost of one hand and one foot.

Yan Han's martial arts seem to be in the fists and feet, with great precision, and even one kick can kick Sheng Junqian, who is waiting for him, to fly, but if Shang Jiuge talks about internal strength alone, I am afraid it is far inferior to Sheng Junqian, after all, she was born with a disease, and practicing martial arts is a greater ordeal for her than ordinary people.

If Shang Jiuge and Yan Han had a hard encounter, then eighty percent of them would be beaten and vomit blood.

But where will Shang Jiu Ge have a hard time with Yan Han, as long as Yan Han dares to enter Shang Jiu Ge's three-foot land, Shang Jiu Ge will be sure that Yan Han will not return.

Of course – if there is no such strange and terrible sound.

The second leg wind came as promised, as sharp as a whip, or rather, this itself was an invisible qi whip, Shang Jiu Ge swung his sword as usual, wanting to smash this qi whip, and at this moment, the strange sound of the qin sounded again.

The sound of this qin was not coherent, it was just a sharp strumming of the strings, and the sound waves rippled throughout the empty night sky, which also instantly disrupted the operation of the true qi in Shang Jiuge's body.

For Shang Jiuge, who was accustomed to the use of true qi, the momentary stagnation of true qi made her more uncomfortable than the network delay.

Therefore, Shang Jiuge's sword was slower for a moment.

And when it comes to combat, a split second can be the difference between victory and defeat.

Got the leg wind through Shang Jiuge's sword, and then hit Shang Jiuge's chest, the girl was directly kicked away, and then Xue Ling flew over and hugged her from behind.

Yan Han still smiled unhurriedly.

Look ahead.

"Who else?"

ps: The battle is more difficult to write, I don't know if I can write the fifth update before twelve o'clock.

Meow.

I've been inflated lately, and I don't want the medal of 8,000 a day, I want that 10,000 a day.