With a flip of the wrist, the short sword swept, drew a half arc, picked up several swords that stabbed over, and jumped up in the air at the foot of a little, like a swimming fish, tossing and turning, or advancing or retreating, avoiding the coming and going swords.

Under the siege of more than a dozen people, his strength gradually became insufficient, and it became more and more difficult to block and dodge, and he was almost captured several times.

"Drink!"

With a snort, Lin Qianqian split the long sword stabbed diagonally with a sword, stepped continuously, bent his body, avoided a horizontal blow, staggered three or two people, and landed under a big tree, leaning on the trunk, propping himself up and panting.

His face was pale, beads of sweat were rolling on his forehead, he was holding a sword in his right hand, his arm trembled slightly, his chest was undulating, and he had no strength to parry.

"Why bother? You are a clever person, why do you want to dance with a sword, if you abandon the sword and be restrained, how about I promise peace with you?" The purple-clothed young man opened his mouth slowly, his words seemed to be smiling, and his eyes implied a trace of pity.

"Hehe!" Lin Qianqian smiled coldly, his eyes were cold, his color was disdainful, he clenched the short sword in his hand, stared at the purple-clothed young man, raised his sword to each other, and said nothing.

Bearing Lin Qian's shallow disdain, the purple-clothed young man's eyes moved slightly, the cold light in his eyes gradually rose, his face fell, and he waved his hand and said sharply, "If this is the case, then do it!"

"Quicksand Sword Technique: Nine Links!"

Lin Qianqian's desperate situation broke out, nine swords in a row, interlocking, one sword broke through the encirclement of the two, two swords picked away four or five sword soldiers, three swords opened the spear and stabbed, the seventh sword killed in front of the purple-clothed young man, and the eighth sword locked the throat.

The purple-clothed young man sneered, stepped back, wiped the sword, Lin Qian's eyebrows froze, raised the sword and stabbed it directly, and handed it to the heart.

The sword is cold, as fast as purple lightning, and the purple-clothed young man has no long body, unstoppable, floating under his feet, unavoidable, Lin Qianqian's mouth is smiling, and his eyes are solemn.

Suddenly, Lin Qianqian's eyes were shocked, and his pupils contracted, reflecting an even stronger sneer at the corner of the purple-clothed young man's mouth.

The short sword paused, stopped, Lin Qianqian's arm was drawn, but the short sword did not move at all, his eyes turned, but it was the purple-clothed young man who stretched out two fingers and clamped the short sword, as firm as steel tongs.

"Boom!"

The purple-clothed young man turned his fingers, the short sword bent, broke with a bang, split in two, raised his hand again, pushed it flat with one palm, and landed on Lin Qianqian's right shoulder.

"Bang dang!"

The right shoulder was slapped by the purple-clothed young man, the whole arm was like a needle prick, the half-truncated sword in his hand flew out of his hand, and hit the mountain rock, under the palm force, Lin Qianqian's whole person also staggered back, stepped unsteadily, and fell to the ground suddenly.

"Hah!"

At this time, a black-faced young man was the closest, and seeing an opportunity, he stepped out, turned the long knife in his hand, and stabbed Lin Qianqian's heart.

The knife gradually fell, Lin Qian's bright eyes closed lightly, and two crystal tears crossed his cheeks. Seeing that he was about to die, at this moment, a huge object suddenly flew out of the horizon and smashed the black-faced young man into the air.

"Bang!"

The black-faced boy was like a kite with a broken string, took off the line, flew four or five meters away, and was finally blocked by a big tree.

The black-faced boy pushed away the huge object, but it was a dead roe deer in his eyes, staggering up, faintly feeling a sharp pain in his chest, looking down, but seeing that the two blood holes in his chest were bleeding out, and then looking at the two horns on the head of the roe deer, faintly red, but it was stained with blood.

"Ahem!"

The black-faced young man looked panicked, couldn't help coughing lightly a few times, his throat was sweet, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and his eyes were dark, "Bang!" had to fall, fluttered a few times, and then stopped moving.

Suddenly changed, everyone was frightened, gathered in threes and twos, and looked around vigilantly.

"Treading !!"

With the sound of footsteps, a black shadow slowly walked out of the night, he pursed his lips and smiled coldly, looking at everyone with murderous intent in his eyebrows.

The person who came was Qin Bufan, a roe deer from the hunt returned, and before he got close, he heard the sound of fighting, and he couldn't help but sink his heart and speed back.

What caught his eye was that the black-faced boy wanted to kill Lin Qianqian, and he couldn't help but be furious, and directly threw the roe deer on his shoulder as a weapon, so there was a scene of smashing the black-faced boy to death.

"Girl, open your eyes, see who I am?" Qin Bufan took three steps and made two steps, quickly stepped forward, stopped Lin Qianqian in his arms, and spoke.

Qin Bufan's voice fell, Lin Qianqian's face was happy, and Qin Bufan, who opened his eyes, his eyes were red, tears were sliding down, and he buried his head deep in Qin Bufan's arms, and wet a large part of his chest and clothes.

"Oh, there's another one! It's not easy, I hope it can be fun. The purple-clothed young man's gaze swept over the roe deer, fell on Qin Bufan, and slowly spoke, his eyes flashing with playfulness.

"You go!"

The purple-clothed young man's words fell, Lin Qianqian's delicate body was shocked, and he suddenly got out of Qin Bufan's arms, pushed him away, and scolded with a worried face.

Qin Bufan turned his head and glanced at the purple-clothed young man, his eyes were slightly condensed, and his face showed a trace of seriousness, this purple-clothed young man is very strong, except for Chen Lang among his peers, this purple-clothed young man is definitely the strongest among the people he has encountered.

"You go quickly!" Lin Qianqian cried, she didn't clear Qin Bufan's true strength, so after seeing the strength of the purple-clothed young man, she just wanted to push Qin Bufan away from here.

"Girl, you take a good look, I'll kill them later to avenge you. Qin Bufan didn't care about Lin Qianqian's fuss, stepped forward to pick her up, put her on a white stone, glanced at everyone, pursed his lips and sneered.

"Everyone, this person is not weak, we still need to join forces, and please don't be as perfunctory as Fang Cai. The purple-clothed young man spoke, a trace of embarrassment appeared on everyone's faces, and at the same time, the gaze looking at Qin Bufan also revealed a trace of solemnity.

"Kill!"

The purple-clothed young man took the lead in moving, like a bolt of lightning, and entered Qin Bufan's body in three or two clicks, raised his hand with a palm, and slapped Qin Bufan's eyebrows.

The purple-clothed young man made a puff of applause, Qin Bufan frowned, clenched his fist with his right hand, collected a sheet, and suddenly punched the young man's face.

"Bang bang bang!"

The purple-clothed young man suddenly changed his moves, opened Qin Bufan's fist, and stretched out two fingers with his left hand intending to throat.

Qin Bufan slashed out with one palm, stuck two fingers, raised his legs and bent his knees to think about the belly of the purple-clothed young man.

The two of them are fighting as a group, you come and go, and the sharp moves are endless.

"Splitting the Sky Technique: Dry"

The purple-clothed young man looked suspicious, and when everyone took over, he stepped back three steps in succession, his gesture changed, he opened his mouth to highlight a few words, and the whole person slapped Qin Bufan with a palm over everyone at a faster speed.

"Drink!"

Qin Bufan shouted, used all his strength, and punched with all his strength, without any retention of three thousand catties of strength.

"Bang!"

The fists and palms clashed, and the two of them froze, and the purple-clothed young man flew out upside down, slashing several meters. Fortunately, the young man was not weak, he rolled over and fell in mid-air, and then took four or five steps back to stop the decline.

With a flip of the wrist, the short sword swept, drew a half arc, picked up several swords that stabbed over, and jumped up in the air at the foot of a little, like a swimming fish, tossing and turning, or advancing or retreating, avoiding the coming and going swords.

Under the siege of more than a dozen people, his strength gradually became insufficient, and it became more and more difficult to block and dodge, and he was almost captured several times.

"Drink!"

With a snort, Lin Qianqian split the long sword stabbed diagonally with a sword, stepped continuously, bent his body, avoided a horizontal blow, staggered three or two people, and landed under a big tree, leaning on the trunk, propping himself up and panting.

His face was pale, beads of sweat were rolling on his forehead, he was holding a sword in his right hand, his arm trembled slightly, his chest was undulating, and he had no strength to parry.

"Why bother? You are a clever person, why do you want to dance with a sword, if you abandon the sword and be restrained, how about I promise peace with you?" The purple-clothed young man opened his mouth slowly, his words seemed to be smiling, and his eyes implied a trace of pity.

"Hehe!" Lin Qianqian smiled coldly, his eyes were cold, his color was disdainful, he clenched the short sword in his hand, stared at the purple-clothed young man, raised his sword to each other, and said nothing.

Bearing Lin Qian's shallow disdain, the purple-clothed young man's eyes moved slightly, the cold light in his eyes gradually rose, his face fell, and he waved his hand and said sharply, "If this is the case, then do it!"

"Quicksand Sword Technique: Nine Links!"

Lin Qianqian's desperate situation broke out, nine swords in a row, interlocking, one sword broke through the encirclement of the two, two swords picked away four or five sword soldiers, three swords opened the spear and stabbed, the seventh sword killed in front of the purple-clothed young man, and the eighth sword locked the throat.

The purple-clothed young man sneered, stepped back, wiped the sword, Lin Qian's eyebrows froze, raised the sword and stabbed it directly, and handed it to the heart.

The sword is cold, as fast as purple lightning, and the purple-clothed young man has no long body, unstoppable, floating under his feet, unavoidable, Lin Qianqian's mouth is smiling, and his eyes are solemn.

Suddenly, Lin Qianqian's eyes were shocked, and his pupils contracted, reflecting an even stronger sneer at the corner of the purple-clothed young man's mouth.

The short sword paused, stopped, Lin Qianqian's arm was drawn, but the short sword did not move at all, his eyes turned, but it was the purple-clothed young man who stretched out two fingers and clamped the short sword, as firm as steel tongs.

"Boom!"

The purple-clothed young man turned his fingers, the short sword bent, broke with a bang, split in two, raised his hand again, pushed it flat with one palm, and landed on Lin Qianqian's right shoulder.

"Bang dang!"

The right shoulder was slapped by the purple-clothed young man, the whole arm was like a needle prick, the half-truncated sword in his hand flew out of his hand, and hit the mountain rock, under the palm force, Lin Qianqian's whole person also staggered back, stepped unsteadily, and fell to the ground suddenly.

"Hah!"

At this time, a black-faced young man was the closest, and seeing an opportunity, he stepped out, turned the long knife in his hand, and stabbed Lin Qianqian's heart.

The knife gradually fell, Lin Qian's bright eyes closed lightly, and two crystal tears crossed his cheeks. Seeing that he was about to die, at this moment, a huge object suddenly flew out of the horizon and smashed the black-faced young man into the air.

"Bang!"

The black-faced boy was like a kite with a broken string, took off the line, flew four or five meters away, and was finally blocked by a big tree.

The black-faced boy pushed away the huge object, but it was a dead roe deer in his eyes, staggering up, faintly feeling a sharp pain in his chest, looking down, but seeing that the two blood holes in his chest were bleeding out, and then looking at the two horns on the head of the roe deer, faintly red, but it was stained with blood.

"Ahem!"

The black-faced young man looked panicked, couldn't help coughing lightly a few times, his throat was sweet, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and his eyes were dark, "Bang!" had to fall, fluttered a few times, and then stopped moving.

Suddenly changed, everyone was frightened, gathered in threes and twos, and looked around vigilantly.

"Treading !!"

With the sound of footsteps, a black shadow slowly walked out of the night, he pursed his lips and smiled coldly, looking at everyone with murderous intent in his eyebrows.

The person who came was Qin Bufan, a roe deer from the hunt returned, and before he got close, he heard the sound of fighting, and he couldn't help but sink his heart and speed back.

What caught his eye was that the black-faced boy wanted to kill Lin Qianqian, and he couldn't help but be furious, and directly threw the roe deer on his shoulder as a weapon, so there was a scene of smashing the black-faced boy to death.

"Girl, open your eyes, see who I am?" Qin Bufan took three steps and made two steps, quickly stepped forward, stopped Lin Qianqian in his arms, and spoke.

Qin Bufan's voice fell, Lin Qianqian's face was happy, and Qin Bufan, who opened his eyes, his eyes were red, tears were sliding down, and he buried his head deep in Qin Bufan's arms, and wet a large part of his chest and clothes.

"Oh, there's another one! It's not easy, I hope it can be fun. The purple-clothed young man's gaze swept over the roe deer, fell on Qin Bufan, and slowly spoke, his eyes flashing with playfulness.

"You go!"

The purple-clothed young man's words fell, Lin Qianqian's delicate body was shocked, and he suddenly got out of Qin Bufan's arms, pushed him away, and scolded with a worried face.

Qin Bufan turned his head and glanced at the purple-clothed young man, his eyes were slightly condensed, and his face showed a trace of seriousness, this purple-clothed young man is very strong, except for Chen Lang among his peers, this purple-clothed young man is definitely the strongest among the people he has encountered.

"You go quickly!" Lin Qianqian cried, she didn't clear Qin Bufan's true strength, so after seeing the strength of the purple-clothed young man, she just wanted to push Qin Bufan away from here.

"Girl, you take a good look, I'll kill them later to avenge you. Qin Bufan didn't care about Lin Qianqian's fuss, stepped forward to pick her up, put her on a white stone, glanced at everyone, pursed his lips and sneered.

"Everyone, this person is not weak, we still need to join forces, and please don't be as perfunctory as Fang Cai. The purple-clothed young man spoke, a trace of embarrassment appeared on everyone's faces, and at the same time, the gaze looking at Qin Bufan also revealed a trace of solemnity.

"Kill!"

The purple-clothed young man took the lead in moving, like a bolt of lightning, and entered Qin Bufan's body in three or two clicks, raised his hand with a palm, and slapped Qin Bufan's eyebrows.

The purple-clothed young man made a puff of applause, Qin Bufan frowned, clenched his fist with his right hand, collected a sheet, and suddenly punched the young man's face.

"Bang bang bang!"

The purple-clothed young man suddenly moved to the side, opened Qin Bufan's fist, and stretched out two fingers in his left hand with the intention of throating.

Qin Bufan slashed out with one palm, stuck two fingers, raised his legs and bent his knees to think about the belly of the purple-clothed young man.

The two of them are fighting as a group, you come and go, and the sharp moves are endless.

"Splitting the Sky Technique: Dry"

The purple-clothed young man looked suspicious, and when everyone took over, he stepped back three steps in succession, his gesture changed, he opened his mouth to highlight a few words, and the whole person slapped Qin Bufan with a palm over everyone at a faster speed.

"Drink!"

Qin Bufan shouted, used all his strength, and punched with all his strength, without any retention of three thousand catties of strength.

"Bang!"

The fists and palms clashed, and the two of them froze, and the purple-clothed young man flew out upside down, slashing several meters. Fortunately, the young man was not weak, he rolled over and fell in mid-air, and then took four or five steps back to stop the decline.