"Demon Flow Sword," Woe Lone frowned, "Wind Scars? Silently picked up his arm and pressed it, just caught off guard and suffered a small loss, the person in the wind was silent, and the vertical and horizontal sword qi was the best answer.

"Despicable, even sneak attack!" The cold sweat on Kyushu Yijianzhi's head condensed into ice, and he thought to himself what would happen if he aimed a sword at his head just now, but no matter how he guessed, he couldn't escape a dead word, the difference was just that he was stabbed to death by a sword or cut his throat by the next sword after avoiding this sword. But the loser does not lose the battle, and Kyushu Yijianzhi still scolded the figure who was entangled with the disaster.

"Huh, mean? If the Demon Flow Sword Wind Scar wants to sneak attack, it won't give you room to react at all, you guys, it's too slow! "The speed of the wind mark is three points faster, and the calamity is full of pressure. Kyushu knows how to draw a sword to help, but he can only eat ashes behind the traces of the wind.

"Wind Scar Wind Chief, you are the chief elder of Tiandu, my deserted city is an ally of Tiandu, these two are also my friends, I don't know where I offended you, if there is a misunderstanding, I can also mediate one or two, turn the conflict into jade silk, and it is also a good thing." Sealing the wound on his hand with true qi, he didn't understand whether the scar of the wind was friend or foe, Xiao Zhenyue didn't dare to risk dripping blood to confess the master. After all, a divine weapon is no less attractive to the swordsman than a peerless beauty and the authority of the country, or especially better than this.

The Scars of the Wind have no difficulty with one enemy and two enemies, as long as they can't keep up with their own speed, no matter how thick the foundation is, no matter how strong the tricks are, it is a joke. "Deserted city? Haha, I'm afraid it's about to become yesterday's yellow flower, right? Do you think we really can't see through the conspiracy of colluding with Buddhism and intending to be a spy? Wujun has an order, the heavens are pouring out of the nest and destroying the deserted city, compared to these two, you are still worried about your evil seed. ”

"Ahh What did you say? "The amount of information is too much, Xiao Zhenyue's ears came with a roar, and the whole person felt like the world was spinning." Why is that? ”

His fingers drained the blood condensed into ice on the sword, and the Trace of the Wind stood on the highest place of the Heavenly Fire with one foot, looking down at Xiao Zhenyue like a demon god, "You first colluded with the Heavenly Buddha Native Hometown, and then sent your subordinates to kill my envoy later, and you still have the face to ask why?" It's really unqualified to be a hero, I never talk nonsense with people so far, do you hate? Do you hurt? Then draw that sword, Witness of Heaven, I can't wait to witness! That's probably your last worth. ”

Heavenly Buddha's hometown? Woe Duxing looked at Xiao Zhenyue's eyes suddenly wrong, if he didn't understand, now against the water, I'm afraid the situation will be very bad, after all, the only thing that can connect the Heavenly Buddha Origin and the deserted city is the forgotten dust that he tied back.

However, as the lord of a city, how could Xiao Zhenyue be so brainless, "Okay! You don't regret it! "A word and a cry of blood, a step and a heartache, Xiao Zhenyue tore open the wound and rushed into the fire, no matter what, if the sky is going to destroy the deserted city, then he will destroy the heavenly capital!

Woe alone put his mind at ease, and his fighting spirit burned with the temperature of his whole body, if he could defeat the scars of the wind, he would definitely know a lot of information about the current Tiandu. "Kyushu, you stop and press for me, let me come!" Kyushu Yijian snorted coldly, and withdrew from the battle with a horse chopping knife.

"Stupid self-confidence, who gave you the courage to fight the wind alone?" Before the words fell, the sword had arrived, and the Demon Flow Sword was about to turn into a puddle of mercury, drowning the disaster alone, and in the snow-white and chilling sword, the skin in front of the disaster was like toilet paper wet with red ink, soaked in scarlet by his own blood.

"Boss!" Kyushu Yijian Zhi no longer dared to watch, "Don't come here!" Woe Lone walked but squeezed out three words from between his teeth and nailed his feet hard.

"Is this what is called men's persistence? I appreciate you and give you the respect you deserve! "The scar of the wind put the sword into the sheath, and the scar of the wind wiped the blood from his eyes with his hands, knowing that this does not mean that the scar of the wind has to stop, just like punching someone, the harder he collects, the more fierce he is.

"Hold your head high and be far away, roaring in the wind; It is possible to find opponents and discuss swords, and the heights are cold. Demon Flow Sword! Scars of the Wind. "One body and two swords, two bodies and one sword, so fast that even the wind that it brought with it tore the earth and slashed the mountain peaks.

Woe alone touched the cross cut mark on his chest, and sighed heartily: "What a wind mark." The residual sword qi kept tearing the wound, and the splashed blood was frozen before it could fall to the ground, as if a large number of huge red ice lotuses bloomed in the chest and throat of the lonely man.

"Cut, are you laughing at me?" The scars of the wind and the calamity stand against each other, and the cold voice is not emotional, but there is a suppressed anger. Kyushu was anxious to see the defeat of the lonely war, and when he heard the words of the wind trace, he was puzzled and pestle there. At this time, a faint smell of meat came.

"Bang la la......" smashed the ice flower in his chest with a punch, and the wound that opened into a big mouth was pinched together, with a victor's smile on his face. You should be grateful for this cold climate, otherwise I wouldn't have bothered to smear blood on your sword, and I would have roasted you directly, but even if the sword in my hand was heated hotter than magma, I still didn't relax in the slightest, what a stupid and admirable swordsman! ”

The cold climate of Aofeng made the blood mist freeze into ice as soon as it left his body, and Woe Lone found another way, staining the Demon Flow Sword with his own blood, and heating it to a thousand degrees at the moment when the Wind Scar launched a pole move, inflicting a heavy blow on the Wind Scar.

"This kind of resilience, I am not wronged, next time, you will not have this opportunity again." Calmly admitting his defeat, the scars of the wind flew around, and the demon flow sword returned to the scabbard, and the crimson hand, where it came into contact with the hilt, was already scorched, and there was a crunch crunch sound when he clenched his fist. Fortunately, only his hands were wounded, and the traces of the wind were hidden in the cold wind, and he turned around to leave.

"Thief! Hugh away, witness of heaven! "Cold Frost City is dead, and there is no mercy of heaven and man to divide the power of the Ghost Sword, which is the supreme divine weapon forged for the witness of the sky, and it shines the most dazzling light at this moment! Between heaven and earth, earth, fire, water, and wind stirred up, surrounding the traces of the wind, leaving no trace of life.

The Scar of the Wind was trapped in the ground, but his eyes lit up, "Hahaha...... Good move! What a move! It is really worth the trip to be able to compete with this move and go to the top. "Even though the meridians and muscles of the hands are all wasted, the traces of the wind are still the enemy's bright sword, and the thirteen peaks of the proud peak, as if there is another peak, soaring to the sky, it is the unyielding fighting spirit of the swordsman!

"Yo yo, with two pig's trotters for wine, you still have to be strong, friend, you can't rob me this time." Playful words, cold shadows, colder swords. Just when the Witness of Heaven was at its peak, the Wind Scar's friend Sword Ruffian recalled the autumn year, and suddenly appeared next to Xiao Zhenyue and scratched his ears with his hair!

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Thousands of miles away, the drunken Yellow Dragon protected Xiao Zhenyue's family and fought and retreated, and the dense defense line was as fragile as paper in front of the Imperial Dragon's slash, and it was torn through layer after layer.

"What a bunch of rubbish!" Dao Wuji scolded secretly and shouted, "Everyone retreat, don't make unnecessary casualties, leave it to me." "The desolate leopard thunder knife is stunning, and there will be another scene of fratricide!