There was a crisp sound of the long sword being unsheathed, and a heavy cold snort erupted from the mouth of the green robe, and it could be heard that there was a kind of hatred and unwillingness in it.

The scarf covered his face, and he couldn't see Luo Jinghong's face at this time, but the light that came from his eyes was unusually calm, and there was no sense of loss after defeat. In fact, in the hundreds of violent kills just now, he had at least seven or eight chances to pierce or kill the opponent with a sword in an instant, and the body injury on his arm was also left by him when he temporarily changed his moves, and the blood on the mask and veil was also sprayed out by him deliberately biting the tip of his tongue.

It stands to reason that at this time, it is he Luo Jinghong who should really be depressed, if the people in the green robe know this truth, I don't know if they will be so indignant and unwilling? In short, all this will be a secret that will never be known.

Yunyan City pulled back another game, and for a while, everyone's morale climbed, their tense faces gradually relaxed, and they regained their previous arrogant momentum, and they began to sneer at Aoyun City's anticlimactic moves, and the next battle was bound to destroy and kill to the end.

"How's it going, isn't it seriously injured?" Lu Suifeng glanced at Luo Jinghong, seeing that he had only suffered a shallow skin injury, he still asked with concern, in order to relieve the depression in his heart, people who are in a good mood, encounter this situation, and also need time to adjust.

"Young master, I'm fine! It's just that I was blown by the sword wind when I changed my moves. Luo Jinghong said as he changed his clothes.

"You're stupid! It's just for you to lose, how could you make yourself like this, and even vomit blood!" Seeing this, Qingfeng quickly took out a pill and stuffed it into Luo Jinghong's mouth, his expression was full of concern.

"What kind of pill did Feng'er give me? The mouth is full of fragrance, cold and sweet, and it melts in the throat...... Luo Jinghong asked in surprise, and suddenly felt that the qi in his whole body was surging and rolling, as if the Yangtze River was flowing endlessly, and he couldn't help but quickly sit cross-legged on the spot.

"Cut! Isn't it just an eight-grade "Blood Clotting Pill", can you use it to make such a big movement?" Qingfeng pursed her lips and smiled happily, if she knew that Luo Jinghong was not as serious as she looked, I don't know if she would still laugh? Of course, no one would tell her stupidly that this matter would be an eternal secret.

Don't look at this phoenix, who is usually rude and willful, and has no mouth, which makes everyone afraid and love her. In fact, in her heart, she has long regarded everyone as a relative who can be entrusted with her life, and she will be so anxious and concerned about anyone who is injured.

Seeing this, Lu Suifeng couldn't help but smile knowingly, and was very pleased with the performance of this phoenix. But, with her intelligence and cleverness, she should react quickly.

Sure enough, Qingfeng's phoenix eyes flickered a few times, glanced at Luo Jinghong, who was breathing, and sighed faintly, "Forget it! This phoenix really found some clues, but surprisingly did not get angry, although it was put on the spot, in short, it was willing and had no complaints.

"Feng'er, don't be heartbroken! What you did today is not worth as much as a small "Ning Xue Dan". I'll double the points for you. Lu Suifeng appreciated the authenticity.

"Feng'er was just out of her heart, but she was deceived by this kid. However, it seems to be nice to have double points to compensate. Qingfeng grinned.

"Wuji! the next place you go up, you are not allowed to win or lose, you also have to lose without a trace, your acting skills have always been good, you can be called first-class, don't let everyone down!" Lu Suifeng's eyes revealed a playful smile; "This is also a kind of grinding for you, sometimes losing is really much more difficult than winning, especially the right pretending to lose." "Why am I always so unlucky! I can't get on the road when it's time to go to the city, and I can't choose one when I shouldn't play. However, the boss's words are like a mountain, and you don't need to figure it out, anyway, it's not bad to earn some merit points. Feng'er said, haha!" The fat man Ouyang Wuji's words fell, and he shook it out.

"You...... Dead fatty, come back and settle accounts with you!" Qingfeng looked at the fat man's back, crossed his waist, and said angrily.

"You dare!" Yun Wuyingxing stared, put on a posture of not selling it, and hooked the corners of his mouth; "I'm only a little weaker than you now, if I join forces with the fat man, I will definitely be able to pluck out your phoenix feathers, and if you don't believe it, you can gamble!" "Hmph! Do you know what the real meaning of a little bit is? Miao Zhiqian, I didn't even understand this, and I dared to challenge Ben Feng'er, I must have been infected by that fat man, otherwise how could my brain be missing a string." Qingfeng's words were extremely sharp, and he spoke straight and straight, full of clouds and mountains and fog, opening his mouth, but he didn't know what to say?

A pair of eyes were cold and sharp, and the cold eyes swept dozens of meters away, and his hands were wrapped around the fat man on his chest. The player who came out of Yunyancheng this time is a middle-aged man with a thin and capable body, this kind of person's body style is usually very clever and changeable, and he is good at winning with speed, which can be described as the world's martial arts only fast and undefeated.

The fat man is a fat sheep! The capable middle-aged man couldn't help but sneer in his heart, such a clumsy figure was afraid that he would not even be able to touch his own clothes, so he could only be slaughtered by others.

Ouyang Wuji was also forgiving the opponent in front of him, who should belong to a martial artist who wins with speed, his body is as fast as the wind, and he floats and changes like a cloud. If he didn't have Ling Bo Weibu, he wouldn't have lost half of his defeat when he encountered such an opponent. After all, his own body is piled up here, and anyone will ignore his speed and agility and attack it as a weakness. But isn't this a very tempting pit?

The two stood opposite each other from a distance, their sharp gaze condensed like swords, colliding in the air as if they were substance, and emitting a "wave" sound, as if splashing countless sparks.

The next moment, but seeing the figure of the lean middle-aged man, he appeared on the left side of the fat man like the wind, and suddenly there were two short daggers with a cold and dazzling light between his hands, one left and one right, and the two daggers came out together, one dagger was cut horizontally under the ribs, and one dagger was pierced to the shoulder and arm from top to bottom.

The fat man seemed to be startled by this sudden attack, trembling all over, his feet were crooked, and he staggered to the side diagonally, coincidentally avoiding the opponent's double dagger attack, and could have avoided the blood-spattered catastrophe. Is it a coincidence, or is it deliberate?

The blow was fruitless, and he floated back, retreating faster than the wind, and the lean middle-aged man seemed to have been standing there, never moving a step.

Phew! Ouyang Wuji exhaled heavily, stretched out his hand to wipe away the sweat droplets that were scared out of his face, and looked at the other party with a frightened expression.

The lean middle-aged man smiled coldly, and sure enough, he saw a pile of meat on the anvil, and took a deep breath, as if he saw the miserable appearance of the fat man being cut with a knife. Kill! With a secret cry in his heart, he slammed his feet to the ground, and his body swayed again, and instantly appeared behind Ouyang Wuji, and the two daggers came out together, piercing the opponent's waist and eyes, and if he was unfortunately stabbed, he would only have half a life left.

As if it were no coincidence, the fat man stumbled under his feet again, his clumsy body fell forward, and the sharp dagger crossed dangerously against his back. Is it a coincidence? I'm afraid that he won't even be able to convince himself, and that the two kill-and-kill blows will all come to naught, and even if the other party is fully prepared, it will be difficult to resolve it so easily, and four words suddenly flash in the mind of a capable middle-aged man; pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger! Suddenly he despises himself a little, and he would make such a low-level mistake.

Blame only the appearance of this fat man, who can fool a large number of people without acting, that series of stumbling, stumbling, and sloping, seemingly frightened and clumsy, but when you think about it carefully, it is so wonderful that it seems to know your own intentions, the direction and route of your moves, if you don't have superb strength and incomparable self-confidence, how dare you take risks like this, and look like the object of being fooled is yourself from beginning to end. As soon as I thought of this, I didn't feel that my vest was sweating, and I dared to continue to attack rashly. It is clear that the other party is either digging a hole or joking at himself.

Roar!

The blow was useless, the body quickly drifted away, suddenly heard a shocking lion roar, suddenly felt a shock to the brain, two ears buzzing, the whole body qi suffocated, the legs suddenly a little disobedient, the movement was very difficult, fortunately and the opponent opened a certain distance, out of the effective attack range.

The drama must be realistic, and if you don't show a little bit of your due strength, it is difficult to hide it from everyone's eyes.

Choke!

The big sword was unsheathed, weighing fifty catties, but in the hands of the fat man, it was as light as a weight, and he pulled out a sword flower in the air, and the seemingly clumsy body rushed to the other party crookedly, the speed seemed to be slow and fast, otherwise how could the other party have no time to dodge and dodge. The wrist shook and the sword struck three times, and the momentum shook the sky. Dignified and upright, without any fancy vanity, the sword splits the mountain and cracks the stone.

The capable middle-aged man seemed to be intimidated by this sky-swallowing momentum, and he didn't dare to take it head-on. The twin daggers were hidden behind their elbows, and their thin figures flickered and moved, intending to break free from the shroud of the opponent's sword. I was shocked to find that it had been firmly locked by an incomparably powerful qi machine, and no matter where it moved, it was a surging sword rush. All the directions were shrouded in the opponent's fierce sword aura, and the so-called phantom speed became a joke at the moment, useless. At this time, there is no real material to learn, only waiting to be divided.

The dagger flashed, and suddenly pierced through the sword shadow in the sky and slashed towards Ouyang Wuji's legs quickly, and when he was surprised, he was half a minute late, and the dagger cut through the trouser tube and even injured the skin of the cortex, and there was a pain in his legs, obviously injured. The opponent actually squatted close to the ground to counterattack and kill, and the sword at the bottom was slightly weaker, and it was finally taken advantage of.

The blow succeeded, the opponent's sword momentum was slightly sluggish, and the double dagger conjured up a piece of brilliance to cut obliquely and horizontally left and right, focusing on the opponent's waist and lower parts, and the serial forcing was quick and weird.

Limbo microstep!

Ouyang Wuji's body is like a wave, and it seems to be dangerous between ups and downs, but the dagger is always brushing his body closely, and there is always no danger.