Qianwan glanced at him coldly, but he neatly put away his sword, "Don't come out." ”

Shh

Does my aunt look like the kind of person who moves casually?

Yue Lao covered his chest: The old man had a toothache when he heard it......

didn't expect her to respond like this, the black-robed man was obviously stunned, and laughed sarcastically, "I didn't expect that the terrifying thief Fan Qianwan was a shrunken turtle. ”

Qianwan raised her eyebrows, not minding his derogation at all, "See and laugh." ”

Rakshasa snorted, instantly moved behind Xuanji, and grabbed his throat, "You seem to care about this little monk very much?" ”

The smile on the corner of Qianwan's mouth slowly condensed.

"Out of the sword." Rakshasa slammed Xuanji's jaw hard, and it seemed that he could still hear the sound of bones misaligned, looking at her defiantly.

Qianwan's eyes turned cold, she jumped up, the flower shadow came out of the sheath, the sword aura was like a rainbow, the sword blade was aimed at the ghost-faced man, and a word spit out between her lips, "Come." ”

Rakshasa smiled, let go of the mystery, and drew his sword to meet it.

Flying sand and stones, sword shadows are all over the sky.

The two swords duel, and the sound of the sword blades colliding could not be heard, but only the two sword lights flashed back and forth, and the speed was so fast that people couldn't distinguish it.

The smoke dissipated a little, and Pei Sirou hid behind the bushes, looking at the black and red that were glued in the air.

Every move and style carried the sword aura of Haoran, which made her tremble.

Rakshasa is a bloodthirsty swordsman, his moves are all murderous and dripping, and the surging momentum overwhelms people, and the sword blade goes straight to the door of death.

Lin Wan's sword aura was chic and elegant, and she still seemed unhurried under the strong suppression of Rakshasa, Huaying's swordsmanship was unpredictable, and her sword moves were both virtual and real, plus her light work, Huaying's strength was instantly magnified countless times.

A cold sweat broke out on Rakshasa's forehead, ostensibly she suppressed the other party, but she didn't do her best in every move, obviously perfunctory.

Flower Shadow Sword, very strong.

A cold arrow shot from behind the stone wall, passed over the two of them, and aimed straight at the young monk in his robe.

Pei Sirou saw the cold arrow and hurriedly called, "Little mage, get out of the way!" ”

This sound alarmed Qianwan, looking sideways, a sword light from the Rakshasa came to the face, hurriedly took a few steps back, was accidentally injured by the sword qi in his internal breath, coughed lightly, and stepped forward on tiptoe to pull the mystery.

The cold arrow pierced the arm, and it seemed that the sound of the flesh blooming could be heard, but Qianye didn't say a word, just pinched Xuanji's wrist a little hard.

Rakshasa squinted at her, and the sword in his hand slowly reversed direction, "Swordsman, it's best not to have weaknesses." ”

"The weak think so." A thousand nights sneered.

In the moment when Rakshasa was stunned, he suddenly disappeared, raised his sword and pointed to the ground, and then instantly appeared ten zhang behind him, but it was only a thousandth of a second, and the mask on Rakshasa's face was shattered.

"...... you" Rakshasa glared, her sword was actually so fast?

This is the true strength of the Flower Shadow Sword?

The winner is decided.

Qianwan said coldly, "You lost." ”

Rakshasa took off the mask on her face, and the face was exactly as she thought, "Jin Ming, or Rakshasa?" ”

The note she received on the eaves was handed by him, and he recognized her as Fan Qianwan at that time, and wanted to warn her not to wade into troubled waters.

As a result, my aunt and grandmother not only trampled, but also killed Sai Jinhua in that small gang.

Rakshasa sneered, not minding the identity being revealed, "I didn't expect that the Flower Shadow Sword I had been looking for for so long would actually be you." ”

One good and one evil, no wonder no one thinks about her.

"However, now it seems that you have provoked a lot of people."