Yu Canghai saw the long swords held by these two people, one sword was golden and luxurious, and the other sword was green and faint, knowing that these two long swords must be good swords that cut gold and jade, and sharpen iron like clay.

At the moment, he didn't dare to be careless, seeing that the two of them stepped forward to attack together, he took half a step back at the moment, swept with his sword, cut off a bamboo pole, raised his hand and pushed, and hit the two of them in the chest.

Qi Yufeng and the young man swung their swords and cut off the bamboo pole.

Yu Canghai kept chopping and chopping in his hands, splitting a bamboo pole into a pile of bamboo arrows more than two feet long, with half of the edge sharp, shooting at the two of them one by one.

Qi Yufeng saw this, his spirit was greatly lifted, and he was busy using table tennis swordsmanship to meet him, his swordsmanship was originally tempered by Miao Renfeng, and it was already unique, and later after returning to school, he studied and pondered many times, combined with various current skills, and suddenly became a great success.

At that moment, he pulled and hung, chopping and picking bullets, and the bamboo of the future attack rebounded one by one, and his long sword was sharp, and he split the bamboo into countless small trips, adding to the power.

The young man on the other side also danced the Changbai Sword into a ball of silver light, but as soon as the bamboo arrow approached, it immediately split into countless flying sawdust.

The two of them fought and moved forward slowly, although they seemed to have the upper hand, but Yu Canghai's internal strength was so strong that there were only a few dozen people in the world who could match it, the two of them split the bamboo for a while, and their wrists were also shaken to a burst of soreness, and the injuries to their internal organs were even more painful.

It's just that such a good opportunity, if it is wasted, I am afraid that both of them will die without a place to be buried, and they can only support it, hoping to bully Yu Canghai as soon as possible and then make plans.

Yu Canghai also knew that these two people were nothing more than relying on the advantages of the sword, and their bodies were already at the end of the strong crossbow.

Seeing that the two of them were barely supporting, and their bodies were crumbling, Yu Canghai's face couldn't help but show a sneer, and he was secretly proud.

Just as he wanted to shoot a long bamboo pole and stab it at the young man holding the golden sword, he suddenly felt a tingling pain in his ear, and when he touched it, he suddenly found that most of his ears were gone, and half of his head was dripping with blood and stinging.

At that moment, Yu Canghai couldn't help but be furious, and shot out the bamboo arrow in his hand casually, and turned his head to look, but there was a snow-white and round little beast lying on the ground, no more than half a foot long, a tail like a cloud, swaying freely, two small eyes as black as beans, staring at himself tightly.

At that moment, he couldn't help but be furious, a sword like thunder and slashed, Qingfeng faintly, stabbed towards the little beast, only to see the little beast retreat a few steps, flash and jump, flexible and changeable, dodging his swords, suddenly a vertical leap, through his crotch, jumped up and bit his hip.

Yu Canghai only felt a pain in his heart, and couldn't help but scream "ah".

A hero like him should have been cut off and treated as an idle person, and it would never be possible to scream so humiliatingly.

But this little beast is like a whimsical, free and elegant, fast action, like a ghost, he stabbed a few swords and couldn't do it, and his heart couldn't help but give birth to a strange trembling feeling, plus this bite, although it only hurt the thick flesh of the buttocks, but it was also close to the ** place.

The sharp teeth broke through the skin and flesh, but the feeling was very clear, the pain went straight to the heart, the hair on the whole body suddenly rose, it seemed that the whole body was full of blood and coagulated, he couldn't help but scream.

Otherwise, he has practiced martial arts all his life, and he has suffered dozens of injuries that are stricter than now, so how can he be so pustular?

As soon as the little snowball succeeded, he immediately jumped and jumped, like a piece of cotton wool in the shadow of Yu Canghai's sword, and after a while, he took advantage of his inattention, bit off one of Yu Canghai's little fingers, with a touch of blood on the corner of his mouth, jumped up, lying on a bamboo branch, staring at the enemy with blazing eyes.

When the young man saw the appearance of Little Snowball, he was stunned, and he couldn't believe what he saw, as if he had fallen into a dream in the clouds, holding the Changbai Sword in his hand and not knowing what to do.

Qi Yufeng was overjoyed, and staggered forward at the moment, waving three swords in a row, so that a move in the Miao family swordsmanship ""lifting the sword white crane Shu wings" attacked the Yucang sea door, this style is the essence of the Miao family's swordsmanship, the moves are complex and rigorous, unpredictable, rigid with soft, soft with rigid, and more ruthless and abnormal.

Yu Canghai saw him lifting the sword, sneering in the air, he didn't dare to be careless at the moment, shook the sword casually, intersected with the spine of the sword, and wanted to use internal force to press down the sword, but he was flustered, and the little finger was bitten off again, gurgling and bleeding, this trick was not pure, Qi Yufeng lifted the sword and then flirted "Shu Wing", and the long sword in Yu Canghai's hand was suddenly broken into two.

Qi Yufeng was overjoyed in his heart, and immediately made a series of moves, and a move of "stepping up to the cloud to pick the moon" pierced Yu Canghai's throat!

Yu Canghai snorted coldly, shook his hand while holding the hilt of the sword, and the remnant sword in his hand suddenly turned into three pieces, and then raised his hand to slap it, only to see the three broken swords with cold flashes turning into a little starlight, directly attacking Qi Yufeng's chest.

His move is to use the Qingcheng School's peerless "Heart-Destroying Palm" technique to beat out the broken sword, and the "Heart-Destroying Palm" internal force is everywhere, indestructible, hurting people's hearts, and it is a very vicious martial art.

Qi Yufeng's moves are old at this time, there is no way to avoid it, and the broken sword is coming suddenly, and it is urgent, and he can't help but say angrily at the moment: "Let's fight to the death and die together!" The long sword in his hand was not withdrawn, staring at Yu Canghai's throat and continuing to move forward.

At this moment, a white shadow suddenly flashed, and a small snowball shuttled through the sword light, grabbed the hilt of the flying sword, and fell to the ground.

The young man saw two people and one beast, flying in the bamboo forest, each falling to the ground, gasping, and couldn't help but be surprised, happy, but also a little regretful.

It turned out that although Xiao Xueqiu'er bit the hilt of the sword, so that Qi Yufeng was not fatal, the other two fragments of the sword body still hit him, causing him to fly back three feet in a row, and a large cloud of blood mist erupted from his mouth.

And although Qi Yufeng's sword was sharp, it was helpless to Yu Canghai's profound internal strength, his mind was sharp, and he shot out with a palm, and immediately shot his body back, but it was only half an inch of his throat, and he was not fatal.

At the moment, both of them knelt on the ground and gasped, Qi Yufeng only felt that his internal organs were as uncomfortable as if they were split into seven or eight pieces, and he was shaking at the moment, and a pair of eyes were staring at Yu Canghai; And Yu Canghai covered his throat, only to feel that his chest was whirring with wind, his lungs were panting like thunder, obviously he had injured his trachea, and he was secretly frightened, and said in his heart: "This young man's swordsmanship is so high, and he is accompanied by such a spirit beast, he is still too proud and careless." "I can't help but regret it.

As soon as the young man saw that the two of them couldn't move, he stepped forward immediately, and he was about to take a step forward, and he was about to take a step, and when the sword wound he had suffered before finally made it, he felt dizzy and dizzy, and his limbs were weak, and he couldn't help but lie on the ground, vomiting several mouthfuls of blood in a row.

Qi Yufeng took a few deep breaths and opened his mouth to say, "Xueqiu'er, bite his throat and kill him." ”

When Yu Canghai heard this, he couldn't help but stand on end, his eyes closed, and he said in his heart: "Pity the master of my generation of Qingcheng Sect Zhongxing, and today he will die at the mouth of this little beast." ”

He closed his eyes and waited for a long time, but he didn't see the little beast mouth, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that Qi Yufeng also had a strange face, and he looked sad and helpless.

Looking further afield, I saw that the little white ball-like beast was happily digging the ground with great interest, and after a while, I saw it bury half of its ear, a finger, and half of the hilt of its sword in the soil, and slap it with its big tail to tamp it with its big tail.

Then he waited stupidly and looked up at the starry sky, wondering whether he would use these things as his spare toys, or wait for the next year to blossom and bear fruit and regenerate a bunch of fingers and ears.

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