Miguang was watching with interest as this little student swords flew and slashed the enemy thousands of miles away, not a few meters away, how could it be his turn to play, and he was muttering in his heart.

The battle had already begun.

It was Uncle Chen who shot first, only to see that the muscles of his legs were tense, and then the power erupted, the red bricks on the ground shattered, and the huge body rose into the air, and then it was like a huge rock falling from a high altitude, smashing towards Liu Yuhang with the momentum of breaking the army.

Liu Yuhang looked at the huge body that covered the sky with a solemn face, and then moved, ethereal and like a fallen leaf, and the original clear figure became illusory.

Uncle Li, who had not yet landed, only felt that the little student in front of him was no longer real, and there was a wave in his heart, but he had to make a statement.

I saw that the momentum on the long stick fell to the ground, and immediately lifted a piece of red brick dust, and a small pit was smashed on the ground, and the sound of the big beams shook violently.

He knew that this blow was empty, and the smoke and dust completely disappeared Liu Yuhang's figure, Uncle Li resisted the stick on his shoulders, his eyes did not squint, and his burly figure stood quietly in the pit like a hill.

Suddenly, the long stick swept over, like a dragon, the smoke and dust were clear, and Liu Yuhang's figure protruded through the smoke and dust.

The strong wind blowing up the long stick made his face hurt, but the wind was fast and slow, and the spirit sword as fast as a poisonous snake spitting out a letter slashed through the long stick and stabbed at Uncle Li.

Uncle Li was secretly shocked in his heart, he didn't expect this little student's sword to be so fast.

The weight of the long stick made it impossible for him to change his moves at will, and the agility of the long sword made it impossible for him to dodge in time, and in an instant, a two-finger-wide wound appeared on his right shoulder, and blood flowed out, staining the original shiny armor red

Liu Yuhang breathed a little, and it seemed that the seemingly easy blow just now consumed him a lot

Uncle Li put the long stick aside, didn't care about the wound on his right shoulder, looked at Liu Yuhang indifferently and said, "You can't kill me, and as long as I hit you once, you will die." ”

Uncle Li is right, the long stick is strong, one hit is a dead end, although the spirit sword is dexterous and sharp, but it can't break through his body, and it can't hurt the root, it is already a dead end for Liu Yuhang.

However, there is no unsolvable situation in the world, and there is no reason that cannot be explained, if there is, then force it, at least Liu Yuhang thinks so.

"When the blood runs dry, you will naturally die"

The big opening and closing pay attention to killing with one hit, and the weird and tricky talk is about the long flow of water.

Before the words fell, Liu Yuhang swayed the sword in front of him, swaying at will, and when he was still dancing, he felt that the spirit sword seemed to be attached to life, and it seemed to be like a pine wave swaying, and the sound was shocked. Suddenly, it is like the surface of a quiet lake, and there are no waves. After a few more glances, the spirit sword was blurred, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake. In the blink of an eye, there seemed to be a mist around the spirit sword, hiding it in it, and its form was not visible.

Xiahou Xuan on the side was already pale, and he looked at the dancing spirit sword blankly, as if he was hooked by the psychedelic hallucination. He couldn't figure out how Xiaosheng, who seemed to be as big as him, could have such a realm, and he was jealous, blood spurted out of his mouth, and his originally pale face became even paler.

Uncle Li's expression was solemn, he had never seen such a wonderful swordsmanship, in his knowledge, the spirit sword only belonged to the air and could not be held in his hands, but now this little student subverted his cognition.

It's not terrible to dance a sword with your hands, but it's terrible to dance well, Uncle Li suddenly remembered something, and his expression was shocked, there is indeed a sect in the world that dances swords with hands, but it has been wiped out for more than ten years, so who is this little student?

Before he could figure it out, Liu Yuhang's wrist flicked, the pine waves were quiet, and the quiet lake was rippling, as if a thunder was ringing in his ears, and hundreds of spirit swords that didn't know the truth or falsehood pierced through the flesh, and Uncle Li fell to the ground with a bang.

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Everything came too fast, and it went too fast, Miguang was still thinking about how to make a handsome appearance for a while, why did it come to a hasty curtain call?

He turned his head to look at Xiao Dingyan, hoping that he could give himself a perfect explanation, and casually discussed whether he could make up for the mental loss, but Xiao Dingyan didn't look at him at all, but at Liu Yuhang.

At this time, Liu Yuhang was sitting paralyzed on the ground, panting heavily, his face was very pale, and the seemingly fantastic sword move just now brought him a lot of burden.

There was also a person with a pale face, red eyes, and the weather was still very cold, but his forehead was full of beads.

"Xiahou Xuan, no one can save you, why don't you kill yourself?"

Liu Yuhang's voice was very cold, not very loud, but it was an awe-inspiring killing intent that reached Xiahou Xuan's ears, making his crotch tremble.

He didn't understand why this kid had to kill him, and he couldn't get up anymore and wanted to trick himself into committing suicide, why was he so persistent?

"Why do you have to kill me?"

Xiahou Xuan's voice trembled, and he held the bright yellow jade pendant on his waist tightly in his hand.

Liu Yuhang replied without any emotion: "I have already said it before, because I am unhappy with you." ”

Miguang was a little surprised, is this world so happy to enmity and hatred?

But Xiao Dingyan knew that he was so persistent because of the incident twelve years ago, Duke Xiahou was also involved in that incident, and his hands were also stained with blood, so Xiahou Xuan had to die.

"Can you kill people casually if they don't like it?"

Xiahou Xuan was frightened, scared, until he roared angrily.

Liu Yuhang chuckled: "Those people who were killed by you, I think the same thing"

Xiahou Xuan was speechless, he never thought that he would have such a day, and he didn't expect that this feeling of being bullied would be so aggrieved.

The root of anger is fear, and the emotion of fear can be transformed into anger.

Maybe this is anger from the heart, evil to the guts, Xiahou Xuan stood up, picked up a broken brick and threw it at Liu Yuhang

Liu Yuhang no longer had the strength to dodge, and let the broken bricks smash on his head.

Xiahou Xuan's strength was not great, but he still smashed a hole in Liu Yuhang's head.

Blood flowed out, and Xiahou Xuan laughed out loud, as if he wanted to laugh out the grievances and fears in his heart.

The original frightened face was distorted, and he said happily: "You can't move now, how can you kill me?!"

Liu Yuhang looked at him, his eyes were full of pity, and he said softly: "Wicked people always die from talking too much." ”

"You say..."

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed, and Xiahou Xuan's voice stopped abruptly, only to feel a chill in his neck, and his head slid down.

"So I'm the finale."