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"A little luck to condense the ice and turn into a cone, and the void transmits strength to kill, okay, good, you are very good."

Yuan Wuyi suddenly laughed, and slowly stretched out his finger: "I won't let you die under my sad arrow, and I swear not to be a man." ”

Before his words fell, Su Liu sneered silently, and the volley was another knife, and the sword qi swept through the air, like a thousand piles of snow falling, and the killing opportunity was infinite.

Yuan Wuyi dodged and retreated, and the water surface opened a water curtain for Su Liu, but he was angry in his heart: Damn, ordinary means, I'm afraid that I can't help this Su Liu thief, it seems that I have to sacrifice the sad arrow method of my own door.

At this time, before they could fight, they were killed by Su Liu's ice arrows, but more and more ships stirred up the water waves in all directions, and there were more than a dozen light boats, and these people did not make a sound, one by one, the swords in their hands were cold and sharp, and they looked like ghosts in the cold moonlight. It's just that they have an abnormal respect for Yuan Wuyi, and when they heard this "sad little arrow", everyone seemed to be trembling slightly.

The river is surging and the moonlight is lonely.

When everyone heard this, they changed color, and it was a feeling of fear!

The arrow had not yet come out, and even his own people were terrified of it.

What an arrow is this?

"Kill!"

Yuan Wuyi stood on the bow of the boat, waved his arms, and said in a low voice.

Under this order, those masters who surrounded the boat to kill Su Liu had already launched in an instant, and their swords were staggered in the air. Yuan Wuyi himself is not to blame, but he has not moved a bit. Dressed solemnly, of course he was using these people as bait, forcing Su Liu to hurriedly expose his flaws.

For him. As long as there is an extremely slight flaw, Su Liu's heart can be pierced with an arrow, no problem.

As a master of the Dongxuan realm, Yuan Wuyi's eyesight is indeed very detached, and he can penetrate the situation and see the opportunity to break the enemy, even if he has a small enemy in the early stage. was suppressed by Su Liu's momentum of standing up and assassinating the first move, but it was not hurt in the slightest, after all, it was an empty illusion.

Now for Yuan Wuyi. The process of winning or losing is not important, the result is important, and whoever can stand and live is the big winner. The master's temperament. It's all bullshit.

"This person doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, and he comes to offend my unscrupulous son."

"Abandon the knife and surrender to sincerity, I can't say that the unscrupulous son will let you live, and resist stubbornly, so that you will die without a place to be buried."

There are a total of thirteen people, and their cultivation is basically the peak of the day after tomorrow, and when someone makes a move, they also bring out a threat. Probably because Su Liuneng and Yuan Wuyi fought to the death for such a long time, even the kung fu of the head of the Yuan management that they had always admired was forced to press the bottom of the box~ forced out. Obviously, it is a high level of martial arts, so that these people are also afraid in their hearts, and they also use words to disturb Su Liu's mood when facing the enemy's opportunity, so as to force Su Liu's heart to be upset and unable to parry.

"If you want to be cannon fodder and send you to death, let's come together."

At this time, Su Liu was not moved at all, only chuckled, the long knife in his hand pointed obliquely at the surface of the water, the tip of the knife seemed to be revealing some dark purple dazzling light, and intertwined with the moon, gentle as water, the bright light was disillusioned, obviously Su Liu turned a blind eye to the siege and killing of these people, and the true qi was condensed, if it was a knife, it would be an absolute thunderous blow.

One of the eleven people surrounded Su Liu's flank, without saying a word, suddenly rushed out like a leopard pounced, this person was a pair of water and fire meteor hammers in his hand, a hammer was fifty or sixty pounds, this rough man stood on the bow of the light boat, when he pounced, his feet stepped the board of the boat, and the small boat was pressed into the river for a few points, the tip of Su Liu's knife still pointed lightly at the water, there was no reaction, he was proud, and he wanted to show his reputation, so he roared in a low voice: "It is the thunder leopard of the Little Thunder God Castle that killed you, you will die!" ”

Bang!

This pair of hammers swirled around the wrist, the strong arms were vigorous, and the back of Su Liu's back was violently bombarded, this blow sneaked up from behind, but it was powerful and heavy, but it did not have the power of a thousand pounds, faintly with the sound of wind and thunder, like a peerless fierce general in the battlefield swinging a hammer, if it was hit, the consequences were terrible, and there was no need to think about it.

However, the most terrifying thing is not this person.

Su Liu's eyes smiled lightly, but the Son of Heaven Wangqi technique passed the killing changes of every moment around him to his brain, this thunder leopard's water and fire double meteor stomped and flew, and there were three knives divided into upper, middle and lower three-way horizontal knife slashing, the knife was fierce, and the two strange-shaped hooks turned to find two ribs, to pierce through the gap between the ribs, cold and killing, if one was hit, the heart would be gone, the four long swords would be like a poisonous snake spitting out the light phantom stabbing in, a long whip like a python, the sound of Teng, swept the side of Su Liu's neck.

This small world on the quiet river, at this moment, has gathered thirteen amazing masters, all of them shot together, each of them is their most proud kung fu killing move, and the air seems to be full of killing machines.

The time has come!

Yuan Wuyi's originally squinted eyes widened solemnly, and his cold essence skyrocketed, everything the previous people did was just to pave the way for this arrow, adding luster to his final lore.

I saw that his black robe was windless and automatic, and his left and right hands pinched a strange finger duel, which was indescribable, like holding a bow with both hands and carrying yin and yang, and like a sad person~ snapping his fingers and pressing the strings. Su Liu just glanced at him, and vaguely saw that he was holding a bow in his left hand and an arrow in his right hand, so he shouted in a low voice: "Duh! ”

The arrows have been shot!

When this arrow came out, the muscles of Yuan Wuyi's body seemed to stiffen, and there seemed to be an invisible arrow shadow flying through the air between the palms of his hands, and there was a sound that seemed to be a sad singing in the dark and inky night.

What an amazing arrow!

Although the encirclement and killing momentum of the thirteen people was terrifying, it could not be compared with the power of this arrow at all, and this air arrow shuttled away, ignoring the limitations of space, and only found a gap in the gap of the rapid offensive of the thirteen people, and went straight through Su Liu's heart.

Yuan Wuyi calmed down the churning qi and blood in his chest, and sneered: "I have speculated that the speed of your body movement has been learned, and under the sad arrow, you will move an inch at most, and I will not kill you at this time, and when the secrets on your body are completely taken, I will make you die a happy death!" ”

The thought of being able to kill this genius who even he was jealous of, Yuan Wuyi couldn't help but feel a big heart.

Only after the sad arrow came out. Sure enough, some people are already sad.

It wasn't Su Liu's heart that hurt, it was the heart of the thirteen people, and it was also Yuan Wuxi's own heart.

"You"

The laughter came to an abrupt end. Yuan Wuyi looked at everything in front of him incredulously.

Only when he secretly sent arrows, Su Liu followed Yi Li's change of footwork, tread on the water surface and turn around, swimming between the swords of everyone.

As soon as the sad arrow was shot, all of a sudden, the body method exploded to the extreme, and the figure was psychedelic. With one hand in the air, an incomparable huge suction force was generated, and a strong man with a gold-backed broadsword who had been trained to the extreme in external skills was grabbed over. In front of him.

Yuan Wuyi's sad arrow directly shot a fist-sized arrow hole in the chest of this fierce man who had reached the peak of his external skills~!

Su Liu~ snorted, as if he was injured by the residual arrow qi, the heartbroken arrow was still unfinished, and Su Liu flew back.

Fly back in between. It also crashed into the crowd of light boats. I saw that the long knife in his hand suddenly erupted at a more terrifying speed than before, and a purple knife of several feet was spit out brightly, amazing as a dream, and the air crushed the invisible and qualitative singing sound that chased after him, and completely cut it into annihilation, the knife moved with the person, and its momentum was endless, and a delicate arc was drawn in the air. It is like flowing water, and there is no stiffness and stagnation at all.

Laugh at!

The brilliant sword took the sad arrow. There was a soft sound like a song and a cry, first in the eyes of the beacon fire twin meteor thunder leopard who couldn't believe it, rolled ~ round, shuttled into his water and fire meteor hammer, and the knife qi burst out, both accurate and fast and ruthless, directly cut at his neck, and a trace of red line loomed.

Chattered!

The thunderstorm qi is like a fingertip flying sand lost instantly, and the huge body flew away from the water, fire and meteor hammer, and the moment before falling into the water, he was horrified to find that Su Liu seemed to be divided into several shadows, frozen on this dozen or so leaf boats, the knife light suddenly rose, stunning like a dream, and the sound of sneering knife qi burst out was endless, and his colleagues were almost all before and after, floating in the river with him.

It's so fast, it's like a void photo, and it's a thousand miles away!

"This kid is still clumsy!"

Yuan Wuyi's eyelids jumped, and the smug smile on the corner of his mouth instantly froze!

With just a glance, he could see that Su Liu still had some strength left after fighting with him before, as if he was testing the limits of his martial arts, which made him not only sad, but also heartbroken.

He is the ninth on the black list in Wei Wuji's mouth, and he is also a conceited assassination person who has no one else in the world, only relying on this heartless and sad arrow, I don't know how many good people he has killed.

Why kill with a second arrow?

What's the use of being sad a second time?

One arrow was shocked, and the enemy had already broken his heart and heartbroken, but he was happy and proud.

But now an arrow misses, as if he has condensed the true qi of his whole body and completely hit the void, his heart is upset, the enemy is not sad, the arrow will come back, and his own heart will be sad.

What has been lost is not only the true qi, but also the heart and blood.

Yuan Wuyi himself was eaten by this sad and sad atmosphere, his first arrow missed, and he hurt his heart and lungs, but the second arrow didn't even think about it, and there was no chance to choose, almost no gap, and it was sent out in an instant.

The deeper, more miserable, and more painful the injury, the more it stimulates a person's potential and killing instinct.

Yuanchen's lore strength was faintly suppressed by half of the mad sword sheng, and this is also the reason.

It is the sad person who uses the desperate arrow.

When this arrow was issued, Yuan Wuyi's breath was chaotic, and his mind fell.

Sad archery, did not get the last step of the practice, all the strength of the strength is not up to themselves, every use of a point, will hurt themselves a point, although he has learned this invincible archery over the years, but for the sad archery is not shallow.

He never drank alcohol, and he was covered in a wide black robe, and even carried strong spices to cover his festering and pus-filled skin, and after these two arrows, the feeling of heartbreak almost made him gloomy to death.

At this time, Yuan Wuyi, who was already injured miserably, was like gold paper, and his curved finger sent out a third arrow.

This arrow was even more terrifying than the two arrows combined.

The sadness is at its extreme.

With a poof, Yuan Wuyi slaughtered the finiteness, and couldn't help but squirt out a mouthful of red blood in his heart. In the end, Lao Jianghu, who was experienced, knew that Su Liu's martial arts were likely to exceed his imagination, so he made almost the safest choice before.

With the strongest blow, Suliu was completely defeated.

Drip!

At the same time, Su Liu held a gentle hidden sleeve knife, and a drop of red blood from the tip of the knife gently dripped and melted into the river, opening a light blush.

The sword is coming back.

Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight.

The sword of this infinite demonic intent is definitely different from Su Liu's previous sword intent, nor is it different from any sword intent in the world!

A sword like a crescent moon flashed, with boundless coldness, cutting through the dark night sky, what kind of knife was that?

It can only be said that the white horse has passed through the gap, and within a few minutes, it has passed the end of the world.

In Yuan Wuyi's incredulous gaze, this knife had already cut through two arrows.

"If it weren't for Lao Tzu not getting the last step, he would have killed you a thousand times!"

Yuan Wuyi was angry and desolate in his heart, but his protective true qi was also cut by Su Liu, the god of heaven.

It's just that his breath has been chaotic, but in this crisis, after all, his experience is still there, knowing that Su Liu's light skills are unparalleled, and with his light skills, he has not avoided the certainty that he has not avoided, and there are also sudden changes at this time, his hands are displayed in the air above his head, and his ten fingers are flicked continuously, like the blade of a ten-fingered knife, which is staggered, and suddenly he is a woman sorrowful.

This hand, different from Fang Cai's hatred and sadness, has only one word of sorrow.

I hate, I hurt, I feel sad!

The hatred of the extreme fist returned in vain, and the method of lore was sad that the small arrow could not be sustained, and it could not be urged, so Yuan Wuyi had to use his own sorrowful fingers to reverse the situation of the battle.

The hands where the foundation is located are to take Suliu's knife hard.

Su Liu looked through the sword, these two hands were dark and golden, and I was afraid that it was another magical martial art.

It's just that no matter how much he changes, he still underestimates Su Liu's knife after all. This knife was like a knife that fell from the nine heavens, and thousands of finger shadows instantly defeated Su Liu's knife.

This knife is like the will of heaven, irreversible.

Directly cut off his hands and wrists that were shooting arrows together, and the sword was sparkling, and it was divided with one touch.

With both hands connected to the heart, especially Yuan Wuyi, he has trained his hands to match his own mind, and together with his heartless heart, the monstrous killing intent will surge in, and his left and right hands are like holding a bow and shooting arrows, killing with one arrow.

Su Liu succeeded with a knife, but the knife didn't know when it was already in his sleeve.

Then the body burst into force again, deceived and approached, with both hands, such as an orchid brushing the acupoints, the Yuan Wujiao body to be made of the acupoints, easy to mention, straight Yuan Wujiao the whole person in the hand, condensed and jumped, there are more than ten zhang apart, the posture is like a leisurely stroll, free and good-looking.

The battle between Su Liu and Yuan Wuyi is thrilling, every move is a killing machine, and the shot is like a lightning flash, in fact, this night fight to the death is just between incense. The people on the serial boat were dumbfounded, but they only watched in amazement at the black shadow riding the wind and the sea, and the moonlight reflected his back, elegant as a fairy.

"Shoot the arrows!"

"Shoot the Arrow"

This kind of light skill of stepping on the water is like flying immortals, and few people in this world can achieve it.

The flying arrows were like locusts, breaking through the air, and they couldn't help him for half a point, and watched Su Liu's back disappear into the river.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! (To be continued.) )