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"Rubbish!"

Tu Buliu glanced at Zhou Bao, who was in the middle of a fierce fight, and couldn't help but scold in an extremely sullen voice. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Originally, he also expected Zhou Bao to work with him to capture Nie Feng in one fell swoop, but looking at the current situation, he had to take action by himself, although he was still not sure that he could defeat Nie Feng alone, but it was still completely possible to drag the other party for a while, and he only hoped that Zhou Bao's side would end it as soon as possible, so that he could rush over and support him.

The abacus in his heart was finalized, and Tu Buliu's gaze returned to Nie Feng again, and the cold color in his eyes gradually condensed.

"Boy, do you really think that with your little cultivation, you can make me feel jealous? To tell you the truth, I didn't do my best last time, which is why you have survived until now. But now it seems that it is not mine. Since you want to die so much, then Lao Tzu will give you a ride! Look at the sword!"

As soon as the last word landed, I saw a large cloud of earthy yellow light suddenly rise in Tu Buliu's palm, and the light stopped for a moment and quickly climbed up along the cloud-white slender sword body, until the bottom of the three-inch two-mist white sword, and at the same time, his knees were slightly bent, and a rich sword qi fluctuation quickly condensed from his legs and the soles of his feet, and in a flash of gray shadows, Tu Buliu once again shot quickly like thunder.

"Hmph, it's still the same old thing!"

Nie Feng, who had already prepared in his heart, did not seem panicked at this moment, the black light on the flying gold sword quickly condensed, and at the same time, a sword qi with the same thickness of two inches and three inches suddenly appeared at the front of the sword, it was the sword finger, Nie Feng's unique secret skill!

However, Nie Feng's gradually narrowed gaze couldn't help but shrink slightly, because he found that Tu Buliu's figure seemed to have slowed down a lot this time. He clearly remembered that the other party's figure was simply ghostly when he fought Tu Buliu for the first time, but now although it is still extremely fast, almost every detail is fully displayed in his field of vision, and even at this moment, he can directly find Tu Buliu's next foothold by inference. Thinking of this, Nie Feng couldn't help but scoff.

"I haven't seen him for more than ten days, and I thought that this old guy had learned some killer tricks, but I didn't expect that not only did he not improve, but he regressed a little......"

Nie Feng couldn't help but mutter.

However, Nie Feng was wrong this time. With Tu Buliu's strength and cultivation, even if he hasn't advanced for more than ten days, he will not suddenly regress, in fact, if he thinks about it, he should understand the reason, because this is not Tu Buliu's regression, but his refinement.

The introduction to the artistic conception of the wind, which in itself represents his understanding of the essence of the wind system that constructs heaven and earth. Air and wind currents are nothing more than a specific form of existence of the essence of the wind system. With Nie Feng's understanding at this moment, almost no slight change involving the air flow could escape his eyes, not to mention Tu Buliu's incomparably fast figure, which would inevitably bring about drastic wind changes.

Now that he had seen Tu Buliu's next foothold, Nie Feng almost effortlessly stopped the Flying Gold Sword at the moment where Tu Buliu had landed, and that appearance looked as if Tu Buliu deliberately crashed into the Flying Gold Sword.

Tu Buliu naturally didn't try it with his body, the slender pale gold sword body was horizontal, and with the help of the momentum of the two swords, he forcibly stopped his body, but he still had his own unique secret skills, only to see that the tip of the sword was slightly bent, and it was dangerously pointed at the middle of Nie Feng's neck.

"Humph!"

Nie Feng snorted lightly, his head tilted back vigorously, and he almost slid out against the other party's blade.

Nie Feng was not injured, but the other party's strange thin sword still left a scratch on his neck, but the effect of the sword finger did not fail, following the place where the two swords struck, it was transmitted directly to the opponent's long sword, and then flew like a blade, embellishing a little blush on Tu Buliu's chest.

The two of them stepped back in unison.

In this confrontation, it was obvious that Nie Feng had taken some advantage.

"Stinky boy, do you dare not use that weird thing?"

Tu Buliu had no choice but to use even the lowest-level agitation method, but it seemed that even he himself had discovered such unreasonableness and idiocy, so he stopped talking, but his vigilant eyes involuntarily looked at the battle situation of the other side that still had not yet decided the winner, and saw that Zhou Bao had already gained the upper hand, so he exhaled a long breath.

"Haha, that friend of yours is going to lose, as long as I hold you back for a while, you must be able to guess the ending!"

Tu Buliu's always cold face, and at this moment, he couldn't help but show a little laziness, which made Nie Feng frown.

"Do you believe I'm going to give you a chance?"

With a faint reply, Nie Feng's legs involuntarily took a few steps towards another battle situation, looking like he was going to rush to the rescue immediately.

"Hmph, when I don't exist?

Tu Buliu was anxious, and Ben Leibu spread out again, and in a blink of an eye, his body shot out like thunder and lightning again, and pounced towards Nie Feng's defensive and empty back.

"You're the one you're waiting for!"

In fact, Nie Feng's actions just now were just to lure the enemy. If he didn't do this, Tu Buliu, who had suffered several secret losses, would probably no longer choose to fight him head-on, but blindly drag himself steadily with his ghostly thunder steps, until the black-faced man defeated Long Datong and then joined him, of course, that was something that Nie Feng did not want to see. At this moment, seeing that Tu Buliu had really hit the plan, Nie Feng couldn't help but feel relieved.

"Just look at this last sword!"

The Flying Gold Sword, which had been rendered in jet black color, had two inches and three sword rays, and carried the same size of sword qi light and shadow, couldn't help but tremble again at this moment, and suddenly dozens of slight sneering sounds sounded, and soon a small black air flow was like a fish fry in the water, quickly swimming towards the sword body, until the entire sword body and the sword light were condensed into a dull color again.

The slight sound and the strange scene were also presented in Tu Buliu's sight, but at this moment, he was like an arrow off the string under the control of Ben Lei Bu, and his body only cared about rushing forward and had no reason to stop, and he had the potential to not give up until he reached his goal.

In fact, even if he can stop, I believe he doesn't want to, after all, if such a thunderous momentum is suddenly put away just now, it will definitely have a bad impact on his future kendo cultivation, and there may even be a result that his divine thoughts cannot be reached, so it is equivalent to a huge adventure, it is better to directly try the pleasure of the other party's strange sword move.

Of course, if you are forced back by the other party, it is another matter.

"No matter how weird you are, how can you help me?"

This was Tu Buliu's dominant idea at the moment, but he soon regretted it.

"Ding......

"Bang!"

The two long swords clashed together again, but before the crisp sound of metal impact could be heard, the two air currents collided and flipped backwards, directly separating the two who had collided together.

Nie Feng only took one step back, while Tu Buliu, on the other hand, was like a cloth bag that had been knocked away, and after the whole person flew back dozens of steps, he fell the hard ground. This time, Nie Feng almost won overwhelmingly.

"Poof!"

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Tu Buliu finally struggled to get up, but his cyan face quickly flushed, and another mouthful of blood spurted out again.

Tu Buliu was completely seriously injured. But it seems that there is more than that, just above his right leg, a deep sword mark is almost visible to the bone, and blood is bubbling out, and in an instant, the head is full of embarrassment, like a fierce wolf who is injured and wants to escape, but his eyes are still full of extreme resentment.