Li Mobai seemed to feel that the heat was not enough.

"Brother San, I think it's better to forget it, this seat shoots, if you are not defeated, you go up again, and then this seat will consume him almost, and you can easily win. ”

He San, who was already crazy, was stimulated by Li Mobai like this, and immediately became furious.

"Put your mother's bullshit, I congratulate the three madness, do you still need to go to the front station? Get out of the way, Lao Tzu will let you see with your own eyes, Lao Tzu's smile and three crazy swords are not in vain. Between the angry scolding, He San's wrist flicked, and everyone only felt like a thunderbolt in the clear sky.

Looking at the sword in He San's hand again, the blue-white sword light was dazzling and painful, as soon as the sword blade came out, the murderous aura was awe-inspiring, within a radius of more than ten zhang, everyone could feel a chill to the bone, this chill was not caused by how cold it was, but a creepy killing machine.

Good sword.

Yan Fei couldn't help but praise secretly.

The sword in He Sanyan's hand is not weaker than Li Mobai's judge's pen, at least it has the level of a medium-grade holy weapon.

The sword light is like a rainbow, the sword is mighty, and the killing power contained in a single sword can make people fearful.

Yes, it's a good sword.

"Brother Sanmad, good sword, is this the Scaly Light Sword, one of the three treasures of your Mad Sword Sect?" Li Mobai had already flashed to the side, and at this moment, he also shouted to He Sanma, which made He Sanmad extremely proud.

He deliberately danced the long sword twice, and it was indeed glorious.

"Hmph, watch from the sidelines. ”

With a deep roar, He Sanyan pointed the blade of the scale light sword at Yan Fei.

"Boy, don't report your name, under Lao Tzu's sword, don't kill the nameless ghost. ”

Yan Fei shook the sword in his hand twice in front of him, and he pursed the corners of his mouth.

It's not bad, this sword should be able to reach the level of the upper grade of the Heavenly Order, but compared to the ones in other people's hands, it is really not a little bit worse.

Enough, though.

"He Sanluo, I heard that your crazy temper is not innate. It seems that you started like this after you became famous. Hey, I'm going to see if you're really crazy or pretending to be crazy today. ”

"I'll rely on you, within three swords, to behead you. ”

When the words landed, He Sanyan's body began to shake, and he looked crooked, quite a bit of a drunken sword.

When you are drunk, you wake up, and when you wake up, you are still drunk.

Dangling, Yan Fei found that the figure of the smiling three madmen was a little blurry. "Wonderful, it seems that there are thousands of different ways of martial arts in this world, but each way has its own wonders, the sword path of the three madmen is quite a bit of a doorway, between twisting, the movements are strange, amorphous, but there is still a bit of confusing effect. Yan Fei stared at the smile carefully, and couldn't help it

Secretly praised.

Whoosh, whoosh!

Just as Yan Fei was muttering in his heart, suddenly a soft sound came from his ears.

Yan Fei secretly said that it was not good.

Fang Cai was still gesturing, and the swaying He San suddenly stabbed out a sword, this sword was unusually fast, and the angle was very tricky, and it actually stabbed Yan Fei's jaw from the diagonal bottom.

Yan Fei was absolutely sure that he would defeat He San in three moves.

But this time, Yan Fei didn't, he chose to dodge, in order to let He Sanyan use his sword skills as much as possible, take the strengths of a hundred schools, and integrate them into his own sword path, which is a way to improve his strength.

The next sword stab is coming now, and it will come in an instant, it is too fast, and it is not so easy to dodge.

Yan Fei expected that this He San was not only crazy, but also extremely shrewd, this seemingly random sword, I was afraid that He San had already used all his strength.

Want to win with one hit?

He Sanyan was holding the scale light sword, and seeing that the blade was getting closer and closer to Yan Fei's jaw, the corners of his mouth had already revealed a three-point smile.

In his opinion, this sword must be hit.

The opponent killed the Wenxiang Pavilion Shuangsheng with one sword, if he also succeeded with one sword, there is no doubt that he would also be able to steadily suppress Wenxiang Pavilion.

Closer!

Hit, He Sanyan saw with his own eyes that the blade of the scale light sword stabbed Yan Fei's jaw.

If this sword goes down, it will surely pierce the head.

But the next moment, the joy in He San's heart disappeared.

There is no feeling of force on the scale light sword, and this sword goes down, as if it has been stabbed in the void, but it is clear that it has been stabbed.

Phantom?

He Sanyan secretly said that it was not good, but he felt a chill coming from behind him, and he didn't know what was gently patted on his shoulder, and He Sanyan shouted: "Mom." ”

Sou!

Almost using the strength to feed, He Sanluo dodged and ran out three or four feet away.

Frightened, he hurriedly turned his head to look, where he was standing, and sure enough, it was the figure, and he hurriedly looked at his shoulder.

At first glance, nothing seemed to be wrong, and there was not the slightest pain in the shoulder.

He Sanyan looked at Yan Fei again with a frightened face, his eyes were already full of fear and consternation, and he was still a little puzzled.

What happened at that moment?

He was a fan of the person concerned, so naturally he didn't see it clearly, and others actually didn't see it too clearly.

Including powerhouses of the level of Li Mobai and Huangfu Shuo, they also felt that they didn't see it too clearly.

At the last moment, they also thought that He Sanyan's sword had stabbed Yan Fei, but at this moment, another Yan Fei appeared behind He Sanyan.

Obviously, what He San stabbed was an afterimage of Yan Fei.

However, in an instant, two Yan Fei appeared in the line of sight at the same time, if it was not a clone, then it would require an unbelievable level of speed.

But it really happened.

The next moment, everyone gasped, because Yan Fei appeared behind He Sanyan, and the sword in his hand was near He Sanyan's neck.

Even if it only takes a little force, He San's head will fall to the ground.

But Yan Fei's sword only slapped He Sanyan on the shoulder.

At this moment, He San looked at Yan Fei with madness, he obviously didn't know what was going on, he peeked at Li Mobai and Huangfu Shuo with confusion in his eyes, hoping to find out the truth from the eyes of the two, but the result was nothing.

"Boy, what kind of demon technique do you use?" After a few breaths, He San asked in horror.

Yan Fei naturally used not a demon method, but the best spatial method, teleportation.

The distance is relatively far, and he can't use it skillfully now, and at this distance, there is basically no problem.

Playing with a master like He Sanyan is a good time to practice teleportation. Yan Fei shook the sword in his hand and said casually: "He Sanluo, you listen well, from now on, you must do your best to use your sword to the extreme, if I find out, there is really nothing new, what falls on your shoulder is no longer the back of the sword, but the blade of the sword." ”