"No, it can't ......"

Zuoqiu, who had no arm, stood on the edge of the pool in a daze, watching Liu Muci's head roll down, not believing, not believing that this was true.

Although he was cut off an arm by Liu Muci, Zuoqiu never blamed him, because it was his back that provoked people who should not be provoked, Liu Muci was still like a father and a brother in his heart, and since the moment he entered the Heavenly Sword Gate, he was taken care of by Liu Cimu and disciplined harshly and ruthlessly.

Now, Liu Muci's head rolled ruthlessly to the ground, which, this stimulated Zuoqiu beggar, and also stimulated the Heavenly Sword disciple who had just crawled out of the pool.

Liu Cimu, the warm, careful and brave senior brother in their hearts, although his head fell to the ground, but there was still a smile on his blood-covered face, a familiar and heart-wrenching smile, how many times he was punished by the teacher, how many times he smiled and comforted, how many times he encountered setbacks, he just smiled so worriedly, how many times he made mistakes, he smiled so forgiving, at this moment, on the cold floor, it was the last thing they wanted to see.

"Roar, brute, I'm going to crush you to ashes!"

Zuoqiu begged to see the stranger rushing towards him with a war knife, his hideous face only had endless hatred, and he raised his long sword while roaring like a beast, desperate to meet the battle!

"Bell!"

The swords clashed, and the blade let out a mournful roar, and Zuoqiu begged in disbelief as the blade shattered directly.

Crisis, the extreme crisis made his pupils dilate, everything in the world seemed to slow down, he could see the approach of the blood-red sword, and he could also see the killing intent in the eyes of the person holding the knife and the contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth.

Cold, extremely cold, as if he had been shrouded in the cloak of death, but he didn't have time to dodge, he didn't have time to resist, he could only see the knife approaching his forehead little by little.

"Die, senior brother, wait for me on Huangquan Road......"

Half a sound, the expected pain did not come, the expected darkness did not strike, could it be that the beast's knife was too fast, and it was cut off without feeling it?

No, when Zuoqiu begged to come to his senses, the blood-red blade was close to the tip of his nose, and he could see the wide blade, and he could see the playful smile behind the blade.

"Bang!"

In vain, there was an extreme pain in the lower abdomen, and with the attack of this pain, the body flew out like a cannonball, and when it fell into the pool with a "poof", Zuoqiu Qi could feel the internal force in the dantian rampage through the meridians like an uncontrollable car, tearing the meridians apart, and breaking the body.

The severe pain in his body was not as good as the hatred in his heart, the man had the opportunity to kill him, but he spared his life, but he would rather die than become a waste.

Not bad, waste.

Wu Feng didn't want this Zuoqiu beggar to die so happily, after smashing his dantian with one punch, he didn't even look at him, it was a horizontal knife to meet those few Heavenly Sword disciples who rushed in, kill, these people must be killed quickly, at this moment, I am not sure if there are still people who have not come up from the octagonal hall, and even more uncertain whether the Absolute Sword Gate has not yet appeared, risk, no, Wu Feng does not want to take this risk, at this moment, he is not only carrying his head on his shoulder, but also the safety of Han Qi and others.

"Brute, die!"

The handsome and handsome roared fiercely, and the long sword with the cold star hit Wu Feng like a streamer, not to mention, the other Heavenly Sword disciples were sad and angry, but they would not talk to Wu Feng about the morality of the rivers and lakes, and they all used their stunts to besiege Wu Feng.

"The Milk Swallow is home!"

"Qi runs through Changhong!"

I saw two Heavenly Sword disciples, one, short in stature, holding a long sword to attack Wu Feng from the side, approaching, the long sword to take Wu Feng's armpit, and the other tall and thin disciple, the long sword slashed, and a sword qi directly hit Wu Feng's vest.

Dangerous, the three Heavenly Sword disciples sealed all of Wu Feng's retreat like a triangle, and all of them performed killing moves, vowing to behead Wu Feng under the sword.

Danger struck, Wu Feng's heart stopped, bowed back, and when a long sword pierced from the tip of his nose, he kicked the handsome disciple directly with his feet, and sure enough, as expected, this person still has reason, and he hurriedly avoided this kick, at this moment, the long sword that came from the side was about to come to him, saying that it was too late, that time was fast, and the left hand that turned into blood red became an eagle's claw, and directly grabbed the face of the short man, gambling, betting that this person would not dare to die together.

"Bang!"

When this short man saw Wu Feng's scarlet blood claw attacking, his heart was shocked, and he touched the ground on his toes, and jumped a step after retracting his sword.

Wu Feng Yuguang saw that he was about to gather momentum to attack again, the corners of his mouth were raised, and the bet was won, but the danger was not yet lifted, the sword qi that attacked from the back was about to come to his body, and his waist was forced, and when he turned his body around, the war knife slashed at the momentum, and with a loud sound of "bell", the sword qi that came from the attack was smashed, and at the same time, the short man and the handsome man who was forced to break away attacked again.

Without waiting for the two of them to get closer, he stabilized his body, breathed inwardly, and rushed straight towards the tall and thin man with blood like a blood dragon.

This person is the most dangerous, not because of his ability to release internal force, but because of his calm eyes, the other two have been carried away by anger and hatred, only this person can produce a real threat, no, when he rushed towards him, he jumped backwards and slashed out a sword qi with his hand.

Smart, as long as it is intercepted by the sword qi, even if it is only a second slower, the two people with weak skills behind him can cause an effective attack, but unfortunately, when he raised his hand, Wu Feng took a diagonal step, and when the sword qi attacked, he had already avoided the trajectory of the sword qi.

The tall and thin man was a little surprised, and then something even more unexpected happened.

Wu Feng's speed increased in vain, and he was bullied in front of him in an instant, and before he could control the seven long swords out of the sheath with chains, the blood flashed, and he felt a chill in his chest.

"Poof!" As a blood mark appeared from his chest, blood mist erupted directly from his chest, fast, too fast, he didn't know how Wu Feng accelerated at all, not only did he not react, but the two people behind Wu Feng were also stunned, and in just one breath, they lost another senior brother.

Wu Feng turned around, his lips split, showing his white teeth and smiling like a devil, just now, what he performed was the secret technique recorded in the ancient spectrum of blood duel, hiding qi and condensing blood, don't look at the name of the earthy, but the effect is amazing, just say that just now, the internal force was accumulated in the Yongquan point of his feet, and after avoiding the sword qi, the internal force suddenly exploded, like a thruster, directly increasing the speed several times.

Moreover, this Tibetan Qi and blood coagulation can not only be used in the body, but also can be used in attacks, so that the knife is faster and more ruthless, the only drawback is that the acupuncture points of Qi and blood coagulation will be slightly traumatized, if the qi is repeatedly hidden within twelve hours, it will make the acupuncture points permanently damaged!

"Whoa!"

Suddenly, he heard the strange sound of the pool in his ears, and his heart froze, ignoring the slight stinging pain of the Yongquan acupoint, his eyes stared coldly at the two sword disciples, and he raised his sword, and his fingers wiped the cold blade with ten strengths......