"What a thief, dare to sneak attack?!"

Xia Dun burst into a shout, almost making the unprepared Wen Chuanting throw away the long sword, and he was shocked, and the sword momentum was changed, making up for the flaws in the sword momentum.

In his heart, he was still indignant, "This dwarf is not from east to west, and he can't attack for a long time, but he actually comes to drink, and wants to distract me from my energy so that he can capture me." ”

Wen Chuanting turned his thoughts, and before he could say the words "Short man Hugh wants to cheat", he suddenly found a sword light coming from the side out of the corner of his eye, and at the same time, Xia Dun's sword move with a strong killing intent was also stabbed at the same time.

At this time, Wen Chuanting and Xia Dun's offense and defense changed, the position of the two had already changed, Xia Dun had his back to the cliff, Wen Chuanting was just facing the cliff, and the direction he was standing in was the direction in which Xia Dun came.

"He still has a helper!" The thought appeared and was dispelled by the question, and he knew in his heart that if there was really a helper, why should Xia Dun be angry and shout like a reminder.

"Another group of people!" A strong murderous aura struck from behind, this was really rushing to take his life, and he made a merciless move.

The sword qi attacked his body, to be precise, he asked Chuanting's head, the sharp sword qi was silent, and the air containing killing intent stimulated him first, and the side of his face ached, and he almost wanted to be pricked.

Leaning back sideways, a sword and thunder were used, at this time, Wen Chuanting completely ignored Xia Dun's threat, people who can be angry and shout, think about their own arrogance, they will not join hands with others, let alone take advantage of others.

This is gambling with your life, what can you do if you don't gamble at this time?

Xia Dun's cultivation of swordsmanship is almost the same as asking Chuanting, if it is not for the fact that he sees that Wenchuan is interested in honing his swordsmanship, how can he fully cooperate? If he really wants to fight for his life, the two of them will be half a pound and eight taels, and the victory or defeat should be five or five points.

Because of this, Xia Dun's intentional cooperation, Wen Chuanting did not dare to use a set of swordsmanship, it was already a thunderbolt that erupted, summoning a storm of sword qi.

At this time, he is also betting on Xia Dun's character, betting that he will not snatch the token at this critical juncture.

Wen Chuanting leaned back sideways, trying his best to dodge the attacking sword qi, Xia Dun also broke out a fierce attack, and at the moment when Wen Chuanting dodged, the long sword stabbed out like lightning and collided with the comer.

Phew!

Sword tip to sword tip, the piercing sound of metal collision sounded in Wen Chuanting's ears, buzzing, sharp stabbing exploded in his ears, the buzzing sound was endless, straight to the nerves in his head, Wen Chuanting only felt that his left ear was like a bell, and like a bee making a sharp long cry, and he couldn't hear any sound.

In the eyes of Wen Chuanting, the tip of the sword that collided between Xia Dun and the long sword of the coming person collapsed inch by inch, turning into powder and falling from the air, and the long sword of the coming person still moved forward firmly, only when the Xia Dun long sword was made of tofu, there was no resistance.

"Xia Dun is in danger!"

The thought flashed, the strength of his legs suddenly dissipated, his backward body was not supported, and the whole person fell to the ground, and at the same time, the long sword in his hand was raised, just hitting the body of the sword that came to slash vertically.

Click! Cleanly, the long sword in the hand of Wen Chuanting was only half of the remaining force, and the remaining momentum was not stopped, and the half-cut long sword could be moved up three inches before it stopped, and the cut off half of the sword tip was like a bullet beating the chamber, shooting up a foot, and then the remaining momentum was exhausted and fell downward, and was swept by the fierce and tyrannical sword blade of the person who came halfway, and instantly changed direction and shot towards Xia Dun, who was a little confused.

With a snort, the sharp half-cut tip of the sword pierced through Xia Dun's skull, and shot backwards with a puddle of blood.

Regardless of pity for Xia Dun, Wen Chuanting was still shrouded by the blade, the lazy donkey lying on the ground was wrining, and he had to swing his sword to block it in his busy schedule.

"Not good!"

Rolling regardless of direction, in the danger of trying his best to get out of the shroud of the sword, Wen Chuanting has rolled to the edge of the cliff, if you want to roll, you will inevitably fall off the cliff, if you stop, you must be injured under the opponent's sword, the long sword in his hand is only a short section, no more than two inches long.

The wind whined, and only a long sword was thrown out by Wen Chuanting, and a foot of transparent sword blade burst out of the short sword, which was formed by the condensation of sword qi, and it was all cultivated, and it was perfectly connected with the two-inch-long short sword, just like a real long sword, if you didn't see the process of being constantly cut off just now, I really thought it was a short sword that was only one foot.

The sound of the wind roared, wrapped in all the killing intent of Wen Chuanting, and flew towards the comer.

At this time, Wen Chuanting saw clearly, the person who came was wrapped in a black robe and wore a hood, covering the entire face, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

"Who are you?"

Asked Chuanting to ask, but did not get any reply, the sword momentum of the black-robed man did not change, and the thunder stabbed at the cliff edge and could not get up.

The other party didn't answer, he couldn't hear the voice, which was completely impossible to judge, and he couldn't find a corresponding counterpart in the people he knew. Seeing the short sword shooting, he asked Chuanting's eyes to flash, "If you don't hide, you will definitely be stabbed in the head by the sword blade that I have cultivated to condense!"

At this time, he no longer had the strength to dodge the long sword of the incoming man, and his heart was still ruthless, "This is a lose-lose attack! With the determination to kill me! However, when the long sword stabs me, it is when the short sword blows his head, no matter who you are, you will be buried with me after all!"

Before the thought was finished, I saw the black-robed man calmly stretching out his other hand, slender and delicate, white and tender, like a woman's fingers, the bright white light flashed, and when there was no room for it, blocking the blade of the short sword, the dazzling white light was like another round of sun, the sun that fell to the ground, bursting with a strong light.

In Wen Chuanting's narrowed eyes, the sword blade condensed by the sword qi killing intent was annihilated in the white light, and with the hilt of the sword, there was not a single thing!

There were no scraps, no ashes, as if they didn't exist in the first place.

Wen Chuanting was shocked, at this moment, the despair that he had never felt before surged in his heart, and the eyes of disbelief seemed to be eternal.

Who would have thought that the short sword, which had great hopes, did not bring the expected effect, and quietly disappeared before it could attack the other party.

"Just a little! just a little!"

Hope is disappointed, heaven and hell, it can be described as a huge gap, and the thoughts of regret keep lingering in my heart.

Even if it brings a little damage to the other party, no, as long as it is a little obstruction, Wen Chuanting can get out of the shroud of the sword blade at this moment, even if he can't get out of danger, his mood will be a little better, quietly, without obstruction, no harm, which makes the hope in Wen Chuanting's heart instantly extinguished.

The extreme gap made a brief gap in his heart, and the long sword pierced his chest with a slight sound of wind, and the small sound of metal piercing his chest echoed in his chest, ringing in his ears like a thunderclap.

Wen Chuanting tried his best to dodge, but he still couldn't dodge the sharp blow, even if he rolled backwards and his body fell off the cliff, he was still pierced by a sword.

The weight of his body carried him away from the long sword, bringing out a puddle of blood, and he still tried his best to open his eyes during the fall, trying to see who killed him, but what he thought in his heart was another thought, "Pierced!"