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Yuliu slanted, Yan Feigao, Meng Hanjiang and the three of them fought with swords, and Lu Ningxiang used four pipa strings as swords, volleying and stabbing in the air, which also prompted a sharp qi machine.

The fierce sword qi was like a storm, and in an instant, it invaded towards Song Mingjing, weaving into a net-like offensive in mid-air, and the overlapping cover fell.

I could see that in the area shrouded by the sword net, the air "sizzled" sound, as if it had been cut into thousands of parts.

The people around them who saw this scene all had their scalps blown up, and their hearts were cold, they had no doubt that if they were the first to face this kind of attack, they were afraid that even if it was a body cast of copper and iron, it would be torn apart by those dozens or hundreds of sword qi in an instant!

However, although the four of them joined forces to strike fiercely and strongly, they did not achieve any results.

Their sword speed was as fast as the wind, and Song Mingjing's body was even faster.

When the four-man attack was about to fall, he stepped lightly on the ground on his toes, floated up like a green cloud, and flew into the air two or three feet high.

The sword momentum of the four famous swords missed, and although they tried their best to regain their momentum, half of the sword qi still poured out, splashing onto the ground like a waterfall.

The sound of the explosion sounded, and the bluestone street in Fang Yuanzhangxun immediately seemed to have been rolled back and forth by the road roller dozens of times, and was cut into fine pieces of sand and gravel by the dense sword qi.

The scattered sand and gravel splattered out, hitting in all directions, falling into the crowd of spectators, and immediately resounded a painful sound, and many people were hit by the gravel, and suddenly the skin and flesh bloomed, and blood flowed sideways.

Crash!

Song Mingjing's body was in the air, and he suddenly descended at a faster speed, his feet sank, and he nailed it down as hard as two drill bits, stepping on the sword of Yuliu, Yan Feigao, and Meng Hanjiang.

The three of them reacted in the same way, their arms fluttered, and they were about to overturn Song Mingjing.

To their surprise, Song Mingjing's feet fell to the ground, stepping on their swords, and they fit together with the ground.

Rao is exerting all his strength, but he can't break free from the "suppression"!

"How is that possible?"

Yuliu Xian once fought with Song Mingjing, at this time it was the most unbelievable, the last time the other party fought with him, a single against a single can also occupy a little upper hand, but in terms of skill, Yu Liuxian does not feel that he will be inferior to the other party.

However, now Yuliu Xian only felt that the other party's skills were majestic, as if they were gushing out endlessly, far better than half a month ago.

In fact, this is also the genius of the Seven Killings Sutra.

In terms of a single acupuncture point, the total amount of power in it is afraid that it is less than a quarter of any of the four famous swords, but when it is used, the seven acupuncture points explode at the same time, and the convergence is far from being as simple as the sum of the seven.

This is also the confidence of Song Mingjing to know that there are hundreds of thousands of martial arts people gathered in Huizhou City, and still dare to kill them directly.

With the support of the seven acupuncture points, even if every move and style is an all-out shot, it will not be exhausted in a short period of time.

Even if you are besieged by hundreds of warriors, even if you can't resist the enemy, you can quickly get out of the encirclement and get out calmly.

"If you want a sword, I'll give it back to you!"

Song Mingjing's legs spun sharply, turning into a fast-spinning hurricane, sweeping away the three of them.

The three of them felt relieved, and hurriedly retreated, dodging Song Mingjing's flying legs.

Song Mingjing still didn't fall to the ground, and suddenly reached out, his arm twisted in a peculiar posture, as if it was a writhing snake body, twisting and turning at will, and suddenly grabbed the pipa strings that Lu Ningxiang flew from.

Lu Ningxiang's face sank, and he urged the Tao between his fingers, wanting to use the sharpness of the pipa strings to cut off Song Mingjing's five fingers.

But Song Mingjing's fingers were wrapped in a flexible energy, and the pipa strings couldn't hurt a bit, but he suddenly made a force, hooked the pipa strings, and actually pulled Lu Ningxiang's whole person over.

"Zheng Zheng! Zheng Zheng Zheng! ”

The pipa rang continuously, bursting into a chaotic sound, and the four strings "collapsed" in mid-air with a crisp sound, and they were directly disconnected.

As soon as the four strings arrived in Song Mingjing's hands, the lethality was not inferior to that under Lu Ningxiang's control, he flicked his fingers, and with a "snort", a long string flew away and rolled towards Lu Ningxiang's neck.

Lu Ningxiang was just pulled by him to gain a stable foothold, and she couldn't react in an instant, and the long string was wrapped around her neck like lightning.

"No!"

Lu Ningxiang was shocked, and pulled out a short sword from the pipa with his backhand and slashed it towards the long string.

Whew!

His short sword was raised, and with a cracking thud, his skull had been sliced open by a long string, rolled around his neck, and fell to the ground.

"Four famous swords, the first!"

Song Mingjing's complexion did not fluctuate in the slightest, his body shook, and he slaughtered the three of them again.

He forced the three of them to retreat, and then killed Lu Ningxiang, everything only happened in a thousand moments, and even if the three of them wanted to rescue them, it was too late.

At this time, their faces changed greatly, and they shouted loudly, and the three sword lights roared like a dragon, stabbing out towards Song Mingjing's figure.

There were bursts of exclamations on both sides of the long street, and the eyes of many martial arts people watching the battle were about to bulge out.

I thought that the four famous swords would encircle and kill one person, and there was no suspense about the results, but I didn't expect that just after a few breaths, Lu Ningxiang, who "made a flower sword", separated his head.

Dangdang!

The sound of gold and iron rang out one after another, Song Mingjing didn't even pull out the knife, and directly used the pipa strings as a weapon, the long strings flew like light between his fingers, and it was like a subtle arc, extremely fast and Yuliu oblique, Yan Feigao, and Meng Hanjiang The three long swords struck each other.

Ten moves passed in the flick of their fingers, and the faces of the three Yuliu were as gloomy as water, the alarm in their hearts was ringing, and the long string was like a free electric light, and suddenly they arrived in front of Meng Hanjiang.

Long strings wrapped around his blade like a sensitive snake, but when he heard the sound of "grabbing", he couldn't hold the sword and fell.

"The second one!"

Song Mingjing's figure followed the attack, and the whole person hit Meng Hanjiang's chest like a wall, and his chest suddenly collapsed inward, making a creepy cracking sound, and flew sideways out of the long distance.

Sou!

Killing Meng Hanjiang at once, Song Mingjing's figure did not stop, and he flew forward, as if he was swept away by a strong wind, and the green shadow flashed, and it had already reached the roof in front of him.

Phew! Phew!

The jade willow slanted, and Yan Feigao's two sword qi stabbed out of the air again, falling to the place where Song Mingjing stayed a moment ago, only shattering the bluestones all over the ground.

Song Mingjing turned his head, looked at the two of them condescendingly, and said lightly: "Now there are only the two of you left." ”

There was no murderous aura in his voice, and there was no sense of aggressiveness, but Yuliu and Yan Feigao met each other's calm gazes, and couldn't help but fall back a few steps, as if they had seen the most terrifying beast in the world, their faces were uncertain.

Yuliu squinted his eyes and looked at the shocked martial arts people on both sides of the street, and suddenly said loudly: "Fellow martial artists, this person is the descendant of the former Seven Kills Langjun, and the Seven Killings True Scripture is on him, do you just watch him act as a street murderer?" ”

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