"Yan?" the corners of the man's eyebrows moved, and he looked at him: "You are Yan Yu?"

Yan Yu smiled, revealing his white teeth: "You are Hao Xinghe?D-class special actor...... The protagonist of this play. ”

"Han Sword?" Hao Xinghe noticed the one in Yan Yu's hand, which was much wider than ordinary sword weapons, with a slender and straight blade, and his tone contained a bit of surprise.

"Soft sword. ”

In the same way, Yan Yu also focused on the slender long sword he was holding, which trembled lightly as his wrist trembled, and was no more than an inch wide.

Syllable~

The sound of water droplets.

Yan Yu and Hao Xinghe dodged at the same time.

"Not bad!"

Hao Xinghe looked at the crossbow arrows nailed into the wall in his ears, and felt the gentle trembling sound of the crossbow arrows. A soft word of praise.

"You too. Yan Yu pulled out the needle on the wooden frame of the screen, pinched it and looked at it.

Fang Cai, Yan Yu's sleeve arrow shot out from under his wrist. And Hao Xinghe's needle was shot from the shoulder.

Two of them, both of them are old yin!

Ripper!

The sword is ferocious, and the move kills.

Yan Yu suddenly turned sideways, dodged another thin needle, slipped under his feet, and stepped out with a dragon step. Raise your arms and flick your sword, pointing it straight at its chest.

Hao Xinghe naturally has real kung fu, I saw him jump back and throw out a sword, with the slight tremor of his wrist, the force changed, and the long sword spit out like a snake letter.

The moment the two swords collided, the soft sword actually fluttered around the Han sword, winding around the sword body several times, the tip of the sword was like a snake letter, and it pointed directly at Yan Yu's hand holding the sword.

Yan Wei frowned, with a movement of his wrist, he turned the sweep into a slash, and while breaking away from the soft sword, his other hand showed a hideous spike, and with a tiger blow, he grabbed the opponent's chest.

"Humph!"

Hao Xinghe saw that the situation was wrong, and decisively drew his sword. The sharp blade of the sword, as he drew the sword and threw it out, wrapped around the Han sword, rubbing a dazzling spark.

The strong force made Yan Yu have to stumble and hit the wooden door on the side.

However, a horizontal sword slash before Yan Yu retreated made Hao Xinghe's clothes crack, and he was disemboweled.

The two tacitly distanced themselves and confronted each other from afar.

One man's sleeves were shattered, revealing iron bracers. One man's abdomen was covered with sword marks, revealing bloodshot wounds.

If it is said that Yan Yu's swordsmanship is from rigid to yang, it is vicious and fierce.

Hao Xinghe's swordsmanship is like a rainy show, endless.

When it comes to being vicious, no one is bad.

On the next work, it is all yin ratio.

After a fight, Yan Yu's sleeve arrow had already been shot empty. On the other hand, Hao Xinghe, shoulders, elbows, knees and feet, also have a small hole, and obviously the hidden weapons hidden in it have been shot out.

Airplanes......

The two stepped forward and fought again.

Bone!

With his backarm lowered, Yan Yu's strength was raised, the blade of the sword flickered, and he brushed Hao Xinghe's arm between moments.

Unexpectedly, but not a scene of flesh and blood splashing and white bones glowing.

A large string of sparks crackled and flickered, and it was Hao Xinghe who saw that the situation was not good, and almost instinctively backhanded the sword, but the sword edge of Yan Yu was slashed on the back of the opponent's sword.

Obviously, the sword in Hao Xinghe's hand is not ordinary, there is no scratch on the surface, it is still as bright as snow, cold and shiny.

Hey, Hao Xinghe shook his hand, looked for a gap and glanced at his right arm, but saw that although he was blocked by the blade, his shoulder was still scratched off a piece of flesh when Yan Yu drew his sword.

Unloading, not so easy to unload.

Yan Yu's strength is really too great.

It was not easy for him to follow, and his own path was not suitable for hard work.

Yan Yu's sword was as abrupt as an antelope's horns, if it weren't for his extraordinary blade, coupled with his quick reaction and bending his elbow, even if he blocked it, he would have to lose a large piece of flesh and blood.

Looking for a gap to see the injury, but for a moment, he was looked at by Yan Yu, and in vain he raised his arm to hand the sword, and the killing intent was awe-inspiring to seal his throat and stab out.

Bang, smack.

Two muffled sounds.

Yan Yu grimaced, stretched out his hands expressionlessly, and looked at a deep bone-staining scratch in his palm.

The opponent's soft sword made it superb, and the power conversion was mellow and free, and at the same time as reflexively dodging, the soft sword spared his body, burst out from his armpit, and stabbed him in the throat.

The soft sword is heavily sharpened, wound, and wound, and unlike other hard swords, the way is somewhat unpredictable.

Yan Yu didn't pay too much attention at that time, and only stretched out his left hand with an iron glove to block his throat.

However, this sword directly pierced the iron sheet of the glove. But then again, if it weren't for the protection of the gloves, he wouldn't have been able to keep this hand.

Hao Xinghe was not unscathed, and killed Yan Yu for this sword. He fought against the stabbed wound in the shoulder, forcibly narrowed the distance, and at the moment his left shoulder was bleeding.

"Interesting. ”

Yan Yu shook his hand, and his eyes were murderous. With the tiger step, the sword light flickered, like the stars shining brightly, between the virtual and the real, the sword slashed the right shoulder.

Click......

In a hurry, Hao Xinghe shook his sword, and the soft sword seemed to have spirituality, throwing out an arc that was almost a circle, and collided with the Han sword-for-tat.

Sparks flew out, and the soft sword was like a spirit snake, winding and locking the Han sword, and as Hao Xinghe suddenly withdrew his hand, the blade in Yan Yu's hand was immediately taken off.

Airplanes...... But seeing that Yan Yu not only did not panic, but smiled.

I saw that he used his strength to bully himself, and his hands were clasped on Hao Xinghe's hands as accurately as tiger claws, and the barbs on his fingertips glowed with cold light, and as he struggled, several scratches that were deep and visible bones were brought out.

At this moment, there was a futile roar outside the house, Yan Yu's face changed slightly, and he immediately clenched his fist, and his powerful fist smashed fiercely on Hao Xinghe's previously pierced left shoulder wound.

Hao Xinghe snorted and staggered back, even though he was hit hard, the next plate was still very stable. He endured the sharp pain in his arm, and with the swing of his soft sword, he shot the Han sword at Yan Yu like a crossbow.

Bang!

Yan Yu's eyes were quick, he tilted his head to avoid the stab of his throat, and re-grasped the sword, but his body collapsed decisively, his backhand supported the ground, the long sword was on the ground a little, and the whole person quickly retreated.

At this moment, grazing the top of his head, a wrist-thick branch broke into the door, smashing the door, the table and chair, and slammed against the wall before trembling and falling to the ground.

"Where is sacred?" Yan Yu heard the prestige.

In the midst of the rain, an old man with an umbrella. The big tree next to it happened to reveal a conspicuous white.

The branches of the tree were cut off with sharp weapons.

"Interesting, is the protagonist preferential?"

Yan Yu sneered, and looked at Hao Xinghe with his sword: "Good luck, it seems that you can't die today." ”

"Luck, isn't it a show of strength?" Hao Xinghe smiled.

His condition was not very good, the blood on his arm flowed along his drooping wrist, the back of his hand, and then down his fingers to the sword, over the blade, and dripping to the ground.

The sound of messy footsteps, breaking the sound of rain, from far to near.

It's dense, which means a lot of people.

The footsteps were dull, and the other party was carrying heavy objects.

Yan Yu smiled, and Hao Xinghe's face changed.

In the middle of the night, so many people appeared, thinking with their toes, and knowing who it was.

PS: Next Monday, for a week. For the first time, there is a referral bit. Originally, I was going to cut this book. After all, the data is too bad.

More than 200,000 words, the total number of clicks is only tens of thousands, when it is on the shelves, the collection is less than 1,000, and the subscription ratio is six to one.

Really, I feel that it is not easy to write until now~~~

Finally have a recommendation,,

Five chapters a day, 10,000 words updated.

I beg you to give me some strength.

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