Wang Zebin's firewood knife was as fast as lightning, the shadow of the knife flickered, and the blade was swept in before a gust of wind arrived.

This firewood knife galloped and moved, cutting the ribs of Iga Takamaru, Takamaru was stunned at that time, and saw that the knife was extremely fast and powerful, and it was difficult to avoid it, and it was difficult to retreat, and it was difficult to stop.

However, the master of the art of war, Iga Takamaru, was proficient in the sword realm, Juhe drew his sword, the cold flashed, the two blades were exchanged, and the sword in his hand had already been attacked by the blade in Wang Zebin's hand.

Cha! There was a bloody glow in the sky.

The two of them made a mistake, only to see Wang Zebin flip a heel fight, spin and fall out, and a wound had been added to his abdominal muscles.

It turned out that the knife in the hand of Iga Takamaru was extremely light, and it was extremely sharp, called "broken light", and the knife was drawn as if there was nothing in his hand, and the knife was longer than the firewood knife, and when the two clashed, they took the lead.

Before he could react, Iga Takamaru flew with a sword in his hand, he swung his sword and stepped forward, turned around and slashed again, his body was ghostly and uncertain, and for a while a black shadow flashed, the sword shadow was swirling, and the white light was vertical and horizontal, and in an instant, the sword shadow forced Wang Zebin to be impenetrable.

The strength of the masters is between the best, not to mention the two peerless swordsmanship masters Wang Zebin and Iga Takamaru, but Wang Zebin holds a bulky firewood knife in his hand, and it is difficult to perform his exquisite swordsmanship.

However, even so, Wang Zebin also knew that he had met a great enemy in his life.

The firewood knife in his hand was a few inches less than the broken water, and the tricks were a little slower, and the situation was instantly suppressed.

Who knew that one move had been completed, and even the knife came, and Iga Takamaru's wolf waist turned sharply, and the blade became the wind.

split his head and covered his face, and the opponent pounced again.

The blade made a "clanging" sound in the air.

Wang Zebin bowed and stood, the wolf's waist twisted violently, and the ape arm swung rapidly, only to see his knife rise from the ground, and a move "Su Qin's back sword" from the bottom up, obliquely going up to cut Iga Takamaru's throat, suddenly the knife turned extremely from top to bottom but slashed the enemy's shoulder.

With a snort, Iga Takamaru's sword move was broken.

Who knew that Iga Takamaru stood still on both feet, waved his sword with his backhand, and thrust straight with the edge of the blade, and the cold mangs were poking at Wang Zebin's throat.

The tricks are more powerful than before, which is really rare in life.

At this moment, Wang Zebin flashed his head sideways, looking for a gap to take advantage of the void, and the knife was against his neck, but the knife stabbed out of Iga Takamaru's hand moved very quickly, and he twisted the side blade and cut it back, and it was rushing towards Wang Zebin's neck.

In a hurry, Wang Zebin lowered his head and flashed, fell to the side, how did he know that the enemy's blade came in an instant, and he attacked and slashed at the throat, Wang Zebin had no sword in his hand, but he shook a sword in his hand, and he forced the enemy to retreat for a while, and sighed in his heart, he was almost beheaded by the enemy.

Wait until you turn over and get up, and then you know that the enemy is powerful.

In the past, when he was against a master, Wang Zebin often beat the opponent with only one sword, because his swordsmanship was as fast as light and shadow, and even if he used the firewood knife, he was confident that he would be able to face any master in the world.

Who knew that after the battle, when it came to swinging the sword, Iga Takamaru did not lose to himself, Wang Zebin fell behind, and suddenly felt that there was another murderous aura behind him.

He turned to the right to dodge, dodged sideways to the left, only to see the blade down his throat only an inch past, Iga Takamaru's move was very sharp, and another move was as fast as a move!

Even Xue Pu's heart was in a daze, for fear that the old king would be more auspicious.

However, Wang Zebin's comprehension of the sword has been perfected, and the broken blade was intercepted by him in mid-air, pinching the blade with his hand and slashing with his backhand.

The blade reversed, and the enemy's expression froze, and Iga Takamaru quickly flew with a dart in his hand, and three black lines crossed the sky.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wang Zebin turned over and flashed to the right, and at the same time, the blade of the broken knife held in his right hand was thrown out, hitting the enemy's sword grid.

Bite! With a crisp sound, Iga Takamaru's mouth was numb, and he couldn't help but take two steps back to unload his strength, and he only met the enemy of life in his heart.

The two looked at each other, and Wang Zebin was not stunned at all with his bare hands.

Chen Haopeng is not good at martial arts, so he lay on the ground with his head in his arms and whimpered: "Don't slap your face!" Don't slap your face! "Secretly find an opportunity to get out of trouble early, so as not to give everyone trouble.

Iga Takamaru's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he said angrily: "You are Wang Zebin dripping work!?" ”

I saw Wang Zebin glancing sideways, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, his face gloomy and silent.

Xue Pu complained on the side: "He is Wang Zebin, he doesn't work!" ”

Suddenly, Iga Takamaru's eyes became angrier, and his muscles tensed. The knife in his hand tightened unconsciously, and he obviously had to face it with a tight face.

And Wang Zebin, who has no sword in his hand, but seems to be holding a sword, still has a sinking face and does not say a word.

The sword duel, in an instant, was dead, and everyone began to be shocked by the murderous aura of these two amazing sword saints.

Looking at the posture of the two, Zhou Yunfeng was frightened, and said in his heart: Can you cut Lao Wang? Thanks to not competing with this little old man in the first place, he would have been cut into eight sections long ago!

Seeing that she had the upper hand, Sakura Momoko became smug and smiled contemptuously: "Hahaha, Xue Sang, it seems that your friend is going to be in a different place today." ”

Xue Pu also ignored Wang Zebin's encounter with the enemy, but he was calm, took out a water bag and took a sip, lazily slept on the stone steps, like an old man basking in the sun on a rocking chair in the park in the afternoon.

Zhou Yunfeng didn't care much, lit a cigarette and sat aside, and took another one for Xue Pu.

The little fox's face changed, and his eyes were delicate.

Xue Pu didn't smoke at all, and looked at the little fox's face of a fox turning into a tiger, and his hair trembled: "Hey, hey, I won't move the smoke, I'll be scolded~"

The battle was about to break out, but Sakura Momoko was left out in the cold, and instead of making a move, Xue Pu and the others all looked at the two sword saints who were fighting for life and death.

Sakura Momoko asked, "Why don't you do it?" ”

Xue Pu smiled: "Lao Wang fights, and he never needs help from others~"

The little fox unscrewed the water bag in his hand and toasted to Xue Pu, and sneered: "The duel between the two peerless swordsmen in the world, if you don't appreciate it well, wouldn't it be too unromantic~"

The two of them drank water as wine.

Sakura Momoko looked contemptuous: "Master Takamaru's swordsmanship is the best in Dongying, and Aisin Jueluo Yutao is his beloved disciple." He is the myth of our swordsmanship, how can he be defeated by this young man of yours. ”

Xue Pu smiled and looked at the silent altar, ashes flying with the air, and an extremely strong killing intent came.

Both of them have entered the land of the transformation realm, and the way of the sword lies in the fact that there is no sword in the hand, there is a sword in the heart, and when the sword realm is at its peak, picking flowers and flying leaves is not a sword.

Even if a swordsman does not have a sword in his hand, he must keep the sword in his heart.

I only saw that Wang Zebin held his hands empty, and raised his side slightly, although there was nothing in his mouth, and the sword seemed to be hanging in his hand.

Iga Takamaru dragged the knife with both hands, bowed and stood, and the confrontation between the two was about to break out, and the air was so frozen that only the sound of the pulse could be heard.

The two of them know that the person opposite is a rare swordsman in the world, and they must not be neglected in the slightest.

As they got closer and closer, Iga Takamaru said angrily, "I heard that you killed Tsukasu? I am his master! The revenge of the wrecked will be settled by me! "Iga Takamaru's pale face began to become gloomy, Aisin Kakura Tsutao studied under him, and his sword skills were unrivaled for a while, this person said that he was his master, and his strength can be imagined.

Wang Zebin's face still did not have a trace of waves, and the strongest swordsman in the world died after cutting off his head with a sword.

And all he needed to do was cut the sword around his neck.

As a swordsman's lifelong quest, it is nothing more than a master at first sight, and the swordsman's fate is also to fall under the sword of a stronger swordsman.

Looking at Xue Pu, who was still calm, Sakura Momoko asked with displeasure: "If you don't help, aren't you afraid that your friend will be in a different place?" Sakura Momoko's words were obviously agitation, she knew that the rest of the people were only Xue Pu and they had the power to maneuver, if Xue Pu helped in the battle, then the rest of the people would inevitably become bargaining chips in her hands.

And if Xue Pu doesn't help in the war, he will be a great threat here.

Pushing the cup and changing the lamp, Xue Pu and the little fox smiled and leaned on the stone steps to recover their strength, seeing the sakura peach taunting, Xue Pu smiled and said, "Know what you are thinking?" If the king dies, I will avenge him. ”

He stretched his waist lazily, and the little fox leaned on his arms with soft and charming drunken eyes and said: "It's our business whether to help or not, so why do outsiders need to beak it?" Could it be that the surname Sakura is fun, interjecting? ”

Sakura Momoko was furious, her earlier innocent appearance was long gone, followed by a cold and arrogant color: "You!! ”

But when she saw Zhou Yunfeng smoking on the side, she stopped talking.

Xue Pu gently turned Zhou Yunfeng with his elbow and said, "If this is fun, you have to ask the person who interjected, don't ask the person who is inserted." ”

Sakura Peach's expression was very angry, but he was not easy to speak, this technique in the family room was really exquisite, since the last time he learned the method of luck from Xue Pu, it can really be described as a heroic and brave, and the golden gun will not fall.

And Zhou Yunfeng, who was smoking on the side, also sweated in his heart, Wang Zebin's improvement in swordsmanship can be said to be unbeatable.

In terms of fist and foot kung fu alone, he is not necessarily stronger than the strong Zhou Yunfeng, so he faced the swordsman with his bare hands, and he undoubtedly lost another point.

On the altar, the valley wind was trembling, and in the cold silence, the two swordsmen began to face each other.

Iga Takamaru pressed the knife in his hand, his left shoulder swayed, and his right shoulder moved, thinking that he was going to swing the knife to cut out, who knew that he was a person who knew ninjutsu from the surname.

The knife is shaking, the hidden weapon is real, Iga Takamaru's sword blade shook slightly, he opened his hand, and with a loud breath, a handful of lime scattered into a cloud of white smoke fascinated Wang Zebin's eyes.

The way of forbearance is to kill the enemy by any means, so for this kind of enemy, even the next three indiscriminate cannot be said to be unfair.

There was a white mist in front of Wang Zebin's eyes, and he quickly closed his eyes.

Unable to see anything, only listening to the trampling beside him in the dark, he dodged sharply, and Iga Takamaru's sword blade had already slashed from the right side.

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