Riding the gentle breeze, Xiao Qiang and the others gently landed on the roof of the main hall. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Coming here smoothly all the way made Xiao Qiang and Meng Xingsoul feel a little strange. But now that we've come here, even if there are and what's wrong, we can only continue.

Just as the two of them fell, before they could urgently observe the situation in the main hall, a cold voice came out in the main hall.

"Now that you're here, don't continue to hide. lest the wind upstairs get cold! ”

Hearing this, Xiao Qiang and Meng Xingsoul glanced at each other with some amazement. I didn't expect the other party to be so capable, and they found the two of them so quickly, it seems that they were really prepared for this trip, and it seems that it is impossible to succeed in a simple sneak attack. I had to fight to the death.

For the killer, now that it has been discovered. Of course, they should have fled immediately.

But because the mission was different this time, Xiao Qiang and Meng Xingsoul did not escape. The two of them jumped from the top of the building and landed gently at the door of the main hall.

"I've always heard about this happy forest before, how it works. When I saw it today, I didn't expect it to be worthy of its reputation. The two subordinates sent out at random could have such great ability at such a young age. It seems that Yinpeng is unyielding! It's his skill ~ not ~ such as ~ people! ”

Fan Xuan just glanced at Xiao Qiang and the others who had fallen, and then turned around and continued to drink the wine in his cup. Although the words sounded a little flattering, the words that could freeze the air were not so friendly.

"Damn it! And what nonsense they are. Since you're here, let your grandfather and I have a good shot~! ”

On the other hand, the ghost-headed knife Hong Kui on the side was a little unaccustomed to Fan Xuan's grinding and chirping. With his right hand, he threw down the dried wine glass, and slapped the golden ghost-headed knife on the table with his left hand. One dodged and rushed out towards the door. One of his likes to be straight, and the most unaccustomed thing is a lot of nonsense. It was the mule and the horse that took it out for a walk first.

Meng Xingsoul just wanted to catch up, but was blocked by Xiao Qiang. For this impatient man, Xiao Qiang was very satisfied. Now that his footwork has just begun, he is short of a practitioner.

The feet are linked, bringing up a long series of apparitions. Xiao Qiang picked up the bloodthirsty madness knife and greeted him.

In the empty hall, there was nothing fancy. The two thick-backed broadswords clattered together.

With this knife, both of them went all out. It's quite a match.

For Xiao Qiang to take his own knife, Hong Kui was very surprised. You must know that in today's martial arts, there are few people who can take over the ghost head knife in his hand head-on. Even if there is! That's also a heroic high-roller who has been famous for many years, but there is really no one as young as the teenager in front of him.

This made him have to re-evaluate the Happy Forest in his heart. Don't look at his rough appearance, but his heart is quite delicate.

After the initial shock, neither of them stayed. They all put away their contempt, put up twelve points of energy, and took out what they had learned all their lives. Try to spell it out. For a while, the internal force on the hall was tumbling, and the sound of knives was bursting.

On the other side, after Xiao Qiang and the ghost head knife Hong Kui stood together, Meng Xing's soul also moved. He didn't bother with the right protector on the other side. Instead, he went straight to Fan Xuan, who was in the middle of the Taishi's chair. People are in the air, supported by a belt around their waists. With a backhand draw, a two-foot-three-inch soft sword appeared in his hand. The sword body is as smooth as a mirror, as thin as a cicada's wings, and it is hard and straight with a slight shake in the air, and the cold light flickered straight towards Fan Xuan and.

At this moment, in Meng Xingsoul's eyes, there was no one else in the hall. Only his target - Fan Xuan!

Feeling the fast rushing Meng Xing's soul, Fan Xuan also put away his initial contempt. The main reason is that there is Xiao Qiang's case first. A teenager who is a few points younger than him has such strength, so Meng Xingsoul, who is older than him, is worthy of his full treatment.

With his left hand, he held the golden broadsword beside him, and the internal force poured into it, and a sound like a roaring dragon in the abyss instantly resounded through the hall.

Meng Xing's soul, which was still in the body, was slightly blocked by this sudden dragon groan. The original indomitable momentum was instantly stagnant! Immediately it seemed to be three points weaker. This made Meng Xingsoul, who was in mid-air, frown slightly.

I didn't expect this Fan Xuan to be so powerful, just this hand can see the geometry of his internal force.

"Wow~!"

The swords intersected, and the crisp sound of touch resounded endlessly.

Although one of the two is a big sword, the other is a soft sword. But compared to Xiao Qiang and Ghost Head Dao Hong Kui just now, the two of them have a different style.

The two men almost retreated, and every collision was the result of selective tentative compromises.

Between the swords flying, the two of them flew up and down the spacious hall. In the eyes of the right protector on the side, the two did not seem to be fighting against life and death, but more like martial arts.

The posture of flying in the air does not make people feel much danger. On the contrary, I admired and admired the two of them for their exquisitely calculated sword moves. It's just that in the hall, after the two of them left, there were always innocently collapsed and shattered chairs and benches, that we could know what kind of beauty this kind of beauty was.

But those who really know will understand that in fact, the battle between the two of them is the most dangerous.

On the contrary, the battle between Xiao Qiang and the ghost head knife Hong Kui seems to be a fierce move, but there will not be much change between the two. After all, both of them are real and rely on hard power to go straight to each other.

If one side is invincible, the victory and defeat will already be known in three moves, but if it is fought until now, it is basically impossible for anything to happen. Perhaps it will not be clear until one party's first internal force is insufficient.

Like the battle between Fan Xuan and Meng Xingsoul, the victory or defeat is often between the first line. A miscalculation will result in death on the spot. And it is definitely the two of them who often divide the results first.

However, the result was indeed the case, just after more than a dozen rounds of back and forth between Meng Xingsoul and Fan Xuan. Meng Xingsoul's internal strength was weak, and his move was a little slower. The big knife in Fan Xuan's hand, which was as light as a thin slice, took advantage of the situation and picked it diagonally, and eliminated Meng Xingsoul's right arm with one sword.

For a moment, blood flew and arms flew.

Just when Fan Xuan thought that the victory was decided, he was about to take advantage of the situation to cut off Meng Xing's soul's head.

His back was cold, and a strong sense of crisis instantly spread throughout his body. Half of the broadsword that had been swung out was stopped in mid-air by him.

But when he tried to get back on the defence he was still slow. A left hand that appeared as if teleporting instantly came to his chest. The pitch-black dagger, as if hidden in the darkness, plunged easily into his chest.

It turned out that all this was Meng Xingsoul's bitter trick, and he knew that his hard power was not comparable to Fan Xuan. And the only way to win, like to win, is to make sacrifices. So at the moment of seizing the opportunity, a dagger that had been planned for a long time appeared in this position silently. This shows how determined Meng Xingsoul was to kill Fan Xuan. Even if he would rather lose both, he would kill Fan Xuan.

Don't worry about it, it's urgent. Fan Xuan swung his knife and slashed directly at the arm in front of his chest.

Even so, Meng Xingsoul still did not retreat half a step, but instead struggled to pounce forward. The whole person is taking another step forward. And the dagger that had already pierced into the chest was completely submerged.

"Flutter~!"

Blood was flying again, and this time it wasn't the arm that flew out. But there is already a Meng Xing soul like a human stick!

Following the force of the right protector behind him, Meng Xing's soul was knocked to the other side by the whole person.

Both arms were severed, and the blood flowed for a while. Meng Xingsoul's originally beautiful face was even more flushed, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down, and against the backdrop of his face, it was like falling blood beads.

On the other side, Fan Xuan, who cut off Meng Xingsoul's other arm, also fell to the ground. If it weren't for the right protector who came quickly, he caught him. If you just fell, you might have hurt even more.

Only now there was a dagger with only the hilt of a knife stuck in his chest, and half an arm still holding the dagger upright. It's just a little scary.

Right Protector and Fan Xuan looked at the arm erected on their chests, both in horror. I didn't expect the killer of Happy Forest to be so resolute. In order to kill himself, even if he got to this point, he didn't give a hand.