These three people, not only to beware of each other's swordsmanship, fists and feet, but also to be distracted to take care of their feet, if one is not careful, it is inevitable that the boat will capsize in the gutter, and the person who steps under the feet will raise his sword to fight back and cut off your feet.

It will be equivalent to standing on this mountain of knives and fighting to the death!

"When death is coming, you dare to be hard-mouthed, I'll see who will save you!"

Feng Xifan couldn't help but sneer, his body came up, and the head of a Wang Wushan disciple was shattered by his step.

He no longer retains the subtlety and secret of Kunlun's swordsmanship, and the long sword in his hand bloomed more than a dozen sword flowers, and the sword blade trembled and stabbed at more than a dozen key points on Su Liu's chest.

Su Liu smiled faintly, seeing that Hong Antong snorted angrily again, and flew up, this time he even gave up the knife, and he punched Su Liu's door with a punch.

"My sword is also an ordinary sword, and the white bones of the wheel enter the ten halls."

Su Liu let out a long roar, his left hand was drawn from behind, and his feet were raised, and he avoided the angry slash of the two sword-wielding men under his feet.

"Death!"

Feng Xifan's dozens of sword lights were his lore, which was originally intended to be used to win the championship in martial arts, and Su Liu's sword slapped all the way down, destroying all the ambitions in his heart.

He thought that he was no longer Su Liu's opponent, but he hated Su Liu: every time, the last step away from his soaring to the sky was all destroyed by Su Liu!

At this time, he was only one step away from his victory.

These dozens of swords are all instantaneous, if there is a sword that can hit Su Liu's chest in the Eurasian forehead, even if the sword blade does not enter the body, there is no need for Su Liu to shed half a drop of blood, just rely on the internal strength of "from profit to bluntness", you can strain Su Liu's heart.

There was a villain in Feng Xifan's heart shouting: "I have no blood with a sword, I am the first in the world, and I deserve to enjoy this monstrous glory!" ”

It's a pity that it's one step shorter.

To be exact, it's just a five-inch difference.

That's a short five inches. But it was the distance that Feng Xifan dreamed of.

Only when his sword blade was only five inches away from Su Liu's heart and lungs, Su Liuyun used all his internal strength to carry the path of the evil sword technique, and the sword of the wheel king in his hand suddenly drew a sword shadow, Feng Xifan's dozens of swords were all ignored, and Su Liu's body also moved, as if leaving a phantom in the same place.

What about the 10,000-point cold mangsword flower?

I will raise my hand and break your ten thousand swords with a sword.

The sword is fast, so fast that it is almost impossible to see the swordsmanship, there is no fancy and complicated at all, and you can only feel the evil spirit in it. Suliu's figure burst through the sky as quickly as a phantom.

The sword light flashed, and the sword blade slowly pierced into Feng Xifan's back heart inch by inch, and then pulled out~ out.

Su Liu blew off the plump red bead of blood on the tip of the sword.

Feng Xifan, who jumped into the air and was still stuck in the air, was only five inches away from his glory, and he was like a swallow with folded wings, falling down in the air, and there was no movement.

Hong Antong was shocked and angry, his footsteps did not stop, and he trampled several people to death in a row. I don't know if it's friend or foe, he flicked his arm with that single knife, and a cold light shot like lightning.

Su Liu's body spun, and the knife had already passed by. Clay a subordinate of the Three Kings to the locality.

The crowd thought that it was the Divine Dragon Sect, and suddenly there was a wild shout, "The Divine Dragon is flying in the sky, looking up, and the sect leader is powerful in all directions." ”

Hong Antong laughed wildly, and trampled two people to death mercilessly. Pounced empty-handed.

He shook his right arm and poked into the ground, and the speed was extremely fast. Su Liu, however, cast a variety of divine actions on the human head, and the blade of the sword was reversed and returned to the scabbard.

Hong Antong smiled coldly; "Okay, you're a hero, I'll kill you with the newly created hero Seven Scattered Hands."

"Accepted!"

Hong Antong shouted, the sleeves of his robe were windless, and someone raised a knife to cut him at his feet, Hong Antong's feet were raised slightly, but he fell heavily, and the shoulders of the person under the feet were deformed and twisted, and he twisted his feet and hanged the man, but he took advantage of the situation to pounce.

The grim smile on the corner of his mouth, intertwined with the twisted scar, looked extremely evil.

Su Liu's heart was slightly cold, the sequelae of the evil spirit method were still attacking, and there was a faint purple aura flashing in his eyes, and he laughed wildly and stepped forward.

Hong Antong is really a person with extremely high talent in martial arts, and he waved his fists continuously, only to see countless fist shadows, and he didn't know which punch was real and which was fake.

Su Liu's fist and foot kung fu have been sharpened, and there is a mysterious body, where will he be afraid, the two of them fists and palms touched, killing together.

Su Quan on the pavilion held Shuang'er's hands tightly in her hands, refusing to relax, since Hong Antong killed her family and kidnapped her to Snake Island, and forcibly married her as his wife, it has been several years.

In order to practice Xuangong, this Hong Antong was not close to women at all, nor did he damage her innocence, but in Su Quan's heart, he was thinking about how to escape the old monster's grasp.

Thinking about how to kill him.

It's just that he can't, Hong Antong is cautious and more suspicious, not to mention, his martial arts have never slackened in the past few decades, and it is far from being comparable to Su Quan's few times.

But Su Quan is also one of the most scheming women in Luding, but I am afraid that she is similar to Chen Yuanyuan. As soon as Su Quan saw Su Liu that day, she knew that the opportunity had come.

The opportunity to change your destiny has come.

Although there was some price to pay, Su Quan felt that it was completely worth it.

This young man is doing what she can't do and avenging her family.

Su Quan stubbornly pursed her beautiful lips, and Shuang'er gently held her hand, and the two smiled at each other.

"Why, why!"

Hong Antong looked up to the sky and shouted, and used his newly created hero Qi San, but he still couldn't hurt Su Liu, but he had a terrible thought, the young man with a cold face in front of him, like a sponge, carefully pondered and deduced his martial arts path.

Hong An's lungs were about to explode, his eyes were congested with ~ blood, and he took three steps back after a pair of palms with Su Liu, and his body stopped.

The next moment, Hong Antong raised his head, and countless centipede-like scars on his face were wriggling.

"Give me death!"

Hong Antong screamed, his body was raised to the point of no return, and he stayed longitudinally.

"The last form of the hero's seven scattered hands, go to the sky and enter the earth, and the dragon will kill!"

When he fell, it turned out to be head and foot, with only a pair of fleshy palms, really like a dragon, with teeth and claws to force Su Liu's head!

Su Liu could almost see the four green tendons on his forehead, all of which had skyrocketed.

In Su Liu's eyes, the purple qi flashed, and a frenzied boiling killing intent in his heart surged up, and he also let out a long roar and turned up.

Smack, smack, smack.

The two exchanged fists and palms in the air, Hong Antong's fists and feet were steady and solid, but they were all heavy hands that opened the stele and cracked the stone.

Su Liu's strength seems to be empty, he will spit out without spitting, the two fists and palms intersect with each other, Su Liu's right palm is full of strength and vomits, and his left hand is suddenly closed, and the palm is like a knife.

Hand knives.

Left-handed knife.

This left-handed knife passed through Hong Antong's fist and went straight into his heart.

Su Liu sneered, urged with internal force, and took out one of his hearts, as if he was still dripping blood.

"This old monster, finally, is dead!"

Su Quan saw Hong Antong's body of more than 200 catties, fell heavily into the dust, and bit his lip. (To be continued......)