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Wang Qian's experience since childhood has led to his extremely complex moves, each move may not be considered powerful, but the moves are changeable, and he has not experienced a battle like Yuankong at the beginning, Xuanyuan is abundant. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

was still afraid of the woman who suddenly appeared, but when he saw her standing aside and ignoring it, Wang Qian completely relieved himself and shot with all his might.

Although Yuankong is inexperienced, the successive battles that have been passed through tonight can be regarded as just right. Although it depends on oneself whether the knife technique is powerful or not, the knife technique learned from Zhao Kun of the Black Flame Knife is better than ordinary moves in any aspect.

A simple move and a style all contain the perception of the Dao in the Returning to Truth Realm, of course, Yuankong can't reach that realm, and he can't use that kind of power, but the move itself has that meaning.

Yuan Kong was no longer a hand knife, holding a steel knife in his hand that he had picked up from the ground at some point, and the sharp knife light flew up and down.

Wang Qian's whole body of kung fu was in his hands, and he didn't use any weapons, no matter how swift the attack of Yuankong was, Wang Qian was more than able to parry, and looked at it coldly, after waiting for the little Xuanyuan left in Yuankong to be consumed, he waited for a fatal opportunity to kill him in the palm of his hand.

"It's really a waste, obviously has an advantage and chooses such a conservative style of play, no wonder you can only stay in Xuanyuan, the difficulty of martial arts, even the courage to fight has been lost, and it is destined to be abandoned by martial arts. Amber pursed her lips as she watched from the sidelines, and said with some disdain.

The attack is getting slower and slower.

The sword light is not necessarily sharp.

The breathing is uneven, and the Xuanyuan on the knife flickered in the current state of Yuankong.

Until Yuankong's move to take the empty door was easily bounced open by Wang Qian, Wang Qian's eyes lit up. No longer defending and retreating, the lotus leaf palm that was the best at one move concentrated the Xuanyuan in his whole body and swung towards Yuankong. The chilling palm wind brought the whirring sound of the air, and a smile flashed on his face.

But he didn't see Yuankong lowering his head, and the cracked corners of his mouth revealed white teeth. Wang Qian is waiting, Yuankong is also waiting, if it continues to be consumed like this, Yuankong knows that he will be consumed sooner or later.

But what Wang Qian didn't know was that after turning passive to active from the beginning, the rhythm of this battle had already been grasped in the hands of Yuan Kong.

Each of Yuankong's knives allowed Wang Qian to step further into the beautiful trap that had been compiled long ago.

Wang Qian has been led by the nose and doesn't know it, this palm is said to be played by Wang Qian, it is better to say that Yuankong let Wang Qian beat it, so that a person who is so cautious can use ten percent of his strength to make a palm, if the knife technique is taught by Zhao Kun of the Black Flame Knife, then the mastery of this battle situation is the apprentice taught by Qu Duhui and Ying Youhuan at the same time.

That is, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Han Dynasty has this condition, and let these characters who can't be asked for by ordinary people be his teachers. Compared with Wang Qian, who has been looking for famous teachers since he was a child, Yuankong is undoubtedly lucky.

You can't dodge this menacing palm if you want to, but since you have long known to be prepared, you can still do it by taking this palm from a position that is not critical.

Yuan Kong took a wrong step to the right and greeted this lotus leaf palm with his left arm. A Xuanyuan Realm's tenth-force palm instantly knocked Yuankong out of the air, and his left arm was driven by the momentum and turned around in the air a few times.

Before he landed, Yuan Kong felt that he was lying in a warm embrace, and his head seemed to be still pillowed in a soft place.

Eun is the smell of amber, which is the last thought of Yuankong before passing out in a coma. The left arm hung limply, while the knife in the right hand was missing.

Wang Qian looked down at the ordinary steel knife inserted in his heart, his eyes flashed with shock, surprise, and regret.

may not have figured out whether he died in the hands of Yuan Kong or the hands of the five hundred taels of gold, or the revenge of the ghosts of those who helped Liu Jimin kill over the years.

At the last moment, Yuan Kong used up the remaining Xuanyuan to protect his left arm, and his right hand stabbed into Wang Qian's heart with just a light send.

Unexpectedly, in the years when he pursued martial arts and struggled, he fought with others, swords, guns, sticks, and sticks, and he didn't die, but in the end, he died because he only wanted to be rich and noble for a lifetime.

An immature teenager finally snapped a few people hugging the thick tree, and the master still stroked his hair as usual, which was the last picture in Wang Qian's mind before he fell.

This battle between Yuankong and Wang Qian was able to finally kill Wang Qian, which was caused by the combination of many factors. However, no matter what the reason is, the final result is that Wang Qian is dead, and Liu Jimin can't believe it. His eyes were blank, and he kept muttering in a low voice: "Waste, what a waste." ”

"Tonight's blood is almost gone, but this is only the beginning, and I don't know how much blood will be shed when the sun rises tomorrow. After the play, Qu Dufeng closed the folding fan and walked out from under the eaves.

The rain was still falling, and it seemed to be a sign that the event was far from over.

Amber gently carried the sleeping Yuankong through the rest of the people in the direction of the palace, and just glanced at it and restrained the few who wanted to move.

The nonsense is all played for Liu Jimin, as long as they are not fools, they will not do it, they have not forgotten the slender palm that passed through the belly. Although now the palm of the hand is white again, there is not a trace of blood in sight.

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The cold East Pole Snow Mountains are covered with ice that does not melt all year round, and the beautiful crystal ice thorn trees are the most beautiful scenery in this place. In front of a delicate house carved from an icethorn tree stood a beautiful maiden, with big round eyes, long hair, and a delicate face almost identical to Yuan Kong, wearing a simple white sword robe, with a small golden sword embroidered in the upper right corner.

A handsome three-tailed feather circled three times in the sky of the East Pole Snow Mountain, swooped down and stopped sharply when it was ten meters close to the girl, and finally slowly landed on the girl's shoulder, tilting its head and pecking at the feathers on its body.

The girl laughed happily, revealing two cute dimples, and it was Yiyi who learned the sword in the One Sword Sect, patted Mio Ling's head, and pulled out the letter paper tied to her feet.

Slowly opened the white letter paper, and whispered in his mouth: "Hmph, my annoying brother only wrote to me now." "Of course, this letter is not written by Yuankong now, it was sent by Yuankong half a month ago, and now Yuankong is still asleep, if it is known one by one that his brother is now asleep, he may not know how many pearl tears will be shed.

Even the fastest flying Three-Tailed Ling of the Han Dynasty took half a month to fly from Leyang to the East Pole Snow Region. At such a distance, every letter that flies in has to be read more than ten times, and after reading it, it is put in the ice box for good preservation, or missed, or the sword practice is boring, and I will take out the letterhead in the ice box and read it again.

Although the letter said that every time it was some trivial matters, or my brother learned to use knives, or my brother secretly said that Uncle Qu's narcissism was getting worse and worse. It's such a small thing that I can't get enough of it every time.

After staying on the snowy mountain for so long, whether it is the master, the sect master or other sect elders, they are all very good to Yiyi, and the senior brothers love themselves very much, but Yiyi always feels that the closest brother in this world is still his brother.

No, when I saw this letter from half a month ago, I didn't know what interesting things I saw, and I was laughing stupidly again. One of the two siblings is stupid like a madman, and the other is still a child.