As soon as the fighting spirit rose, Li Jingxuan suddenly no longer hesitated, he leaned forward, and his body turned into a breeze. The pen is www.biquge.info and his sword is constantly moving forward with his body. Suddenly, the sword buzzed in the void, swinging away a series of afterimages, and conjuring up an inexplicable edge. The silver glow is uncertain, as if it is lightly lifted upwards and pressed downwards, making it impossible to grasp where it is moving. With Qinghui's incessant shaking, it really dispersed like a misty mist, and after a while, it had already formed a confused mass in all directions, covering Li Jingxuan's body tightly.

"Be careful!"

"Damn, where is he going?"

After the mist dispersed, Li Jingxuan's figure suddenly disappeared from the eyes of several people from the Hundred Flowers Alliance. They suddenly couldn't see their opponents, and their hearts couldn't help but panic. They cursed and wondered, not knowing for a moment where they should attack.

"What should I do?"

They thought of a solution to the problem. However, before their clumsy brains could come up with something, a clear sword light poked straight into the back of the rat whiskers from an inexplicable direction.

"Be careful!" At the moment when he found Li Jingxuan's sword light, Fat Dun shouted loudly, and Ma Zhu also threw out the ring blade in his hand at the first time.

The three of them were not facing the same direction at the same time, and although Li Jingxuan's sword was unexpected and silent, it still showed its tracks in the darkness after all. The people of the Hundred Flowers League pay attention to the relationship of interests, and they are indifferent to each other, and they are generally fox friends and dog friends, but as veterans of the rivers and lakes, they can still figure out the importance of things. It's natural to want to make a loud reminder of the rat whiskers.

Still, it's too slow.

Almost as soon as they spoke, a silver sword light as bright as lightning stabbed the back of the rat's whiskers. Rat Whisker heard the shouts of his companions and turned his head, and was greeted by a frosty sword light glowing with cold air.

"Damn!" Sen Ran's sword aura had already stabbed his body, and for a moment he truly felt the breath of death. In the midst of the revenant, he retreated. But it was too late, and before he could lift his footsteps and fall backwards, the cold sword had already pierced his right shoulder. The blade with the sword qi almost silently removed his right arm and the small half of his shoulder, and the weapon in his hand fell heavily to the ground. Suddenly, the rat whiskers only felt a flower in front of his eyes, and as soon as his right shoulder was cold, a sharp pain surged up like a tidal wave. In an instant, his face turned pale, his mouth was tightly pursed, and beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from his forehead. It was obvious that he was enduring the discomfort caused by the pain.

"This guy usually looks like a villain, but at this moment he can be regarded as a man. "What happened between the lightning and the flint, the fat pier and the hemp stalk could not be changed, and when the dust had settled, all they saw was a bloody arm and a rat's whisker that staggered back on the ground. The rat whiskers didn't scream, which made them think a little higher of the rat whiskers.

It's just that the current situation is just a little better for them than the worst. The rat whiskers are not dead, but under the calculation of combat power, he has to be excluded. After all, Rat Whisker was just a normal person, he was used to using his right hand, and he had never practiced any left-handed swordsmanship. Because after his right arm was cut off, he was no longer able to fight.

"Two of the four, now there are only two of us left. What should I do?" Fat Dun and Ma Zhu glanced at each other, exchanged words without a word, and both took a step back, back to back, cautiously paying attention to the surrounding situation, while watching, moving, and turning in a circle with the two people's vests as a circle.

This is the defensive circle of the two of them, and all they are thinking about now is how to protect themselves in the face of Li Jingxuan's ghostly attack, as for the two of them, they can't take care of much. The rat whiskers who retreated to one side with a white face, they could only let him take charge of himself. While doing so was undoubtedly abandoning the rat's whiskers and pushing them to a corner, they had no choice now. In the face of a great crisis of survival, as the traditional organization of the Troubled Lands, they have indeed played the tradition of the Troubled Lands Rogues - only caring for themselves and not others.

"Ha, your choice is really not what I expected. Li Jingxuan's laughter rang out not far to their left. When they heard this, they immediately tilted their heads nervously to look over there, but there was nothing in the dark night.

"Don't pretend to be a ghost, you get out of here. The panic in his heart made his heart hang in mid-air, and the empty nagging never fell to the ground, this extremely bad feeling made him irritable, but in the face of reality, there was nothing he could do, and in the end he could only be so loud and petite, trying to raise a trace of so-called courage through such means. Although such courage is also very weak, but every breath he has taken now needs such courage to support.

"Hehe, you're panicking!" Li Jingxuan's voice sounded again. This time, however, it appeared a little to the right in front of the hemp stick.

After figuring out where the sound came from, they turned their heads back in unison, but they still didn't see any clues.

"Hey, he's playing with you. This time it was the rat whiskers they had given up. The badly wounded rat whisker turned pale and raised his voice weakly. His voice became even more unpleasant, and both Fat Dun and Ma Pole could hear his indignation in his words.

He should indeed be indignant, although the actions of Fat Dun and Ma Pole are understandable in any organization in the Chaos Lands, it is one thing for such a method to be applied to others, and it is another thing to fall on oneself.

The so-called double standards will be more or less stored in everyone's heart, and such a difference between inside and outside is more distinct in the people in the chaotic land.

"Shut up for me......" Fat Dun and Ma Pole yelled in unison.

Li Jingxuan's erratic voice already made Fat Dun and Ma Zhu irritable, and the rat whiskers who were given up by themselves at this time said so, which really made the two of them angry. The abandonment of rat whiskers is unacceptable in the eyes of rat whiskers, but it is the right thing to do in the eyes of fat dun and hemp sticks. They take it for granted that they are right. Since it was correct, they naturally didn't want to be ridiculed by the rat's whiskers, so they naturally yelled at this sentence to vent their dissatisfaction.

It's just that venting requires spirit and attention. The roar of the fat dun and the hemp rod naturally caused an instant loss of consciousness. "This is an opportunity!" Li Jingxuan muttered, catching this in an instant.

"Brush!" The sword in Li Jingxuan's hand was raised lightly, and the wrist holding the sword shook slightly, and the slender sword body suddenly emitted a buzzing sound. It's the roar of the sword, and it's the excitement of it. At this moment, it seemed to be hungry and thirsty. As the sound of the sword lit up, the long sword in Li Jingxuan's hand became more and more bright and silver, and there seemed to be a faint layer of misty silver mist shrouded in it. The sword shook slightly, and the void dispersed patches of faint silver mist. Li Jingxuan's swordsmanship and killing moves were hidden in the thin mist like a veil, making it impossible to see the changes at all.

The sound of the sword roared and woke up the fat dun and hemp pole in the venting.

"Be careful!" they roared in unison again, as if trying to alert each other.

But, this wine is useless. Because Li Jingxuan's sword had already been struck.

The sword that stabbed out of the gauze mist, like a long rainbow, like electric light, burst out with a brilliant light, tearing open the ink-like night, and stabbing at the fat dun and the hemp rod with a little inexplicable mystery...... Middle.

This sword, however, is a choice. This choice was thrown to them by Li Jingxuan. Such a sword blade, although it was stabbed in the air, but under the traction of the qi machine, it made the two of them feel like they were struck by lightning, and their bodies involuntarily turned upside down. In the perception of the two, this blow is not a false move, on the contrary, this blow is a free advance and retreat.

To the left, the sword pierces through the chest of the hemp stick.

To the right, the sword can be grazed through the throat of the fat dun.

Is it left or right? This choice is not Li Jingxuan's choice, but the hemp rod and fat dun.

"I must not die here. ”

"If you want to die, let the other person die. ”

Such a mysterious sword pressed the fear of death in the hearts of the two of them. Under the fear, the two of them, who had never thought of sacrificing for their partners, had similar thoughts again.

So, in an instant, the hemp rod retreated and kicked backwards. This one, which brought up the hunting wind and the remnants of the Dao, was heading towards the fat dun's lower body. And at the same time as the hemp rod raised his legs, the knife in Fat Dun's hand also flirted backwards. The knife in his backhand also had the idea of breaking the back of the hemp rod and hitting it hard.

In short, the two who believe in the idea that "those who flee do not have to flee faster than the enemy, as long as they flee faster than their own companions!", both of them threw a merciless blow in the moment when they were shrouded in the shadow of death, like "partners" who should have been in the same boat.

This blow, they are all taken for granted. This blow was a surprise to them.

They only thought that they were going to attack each other and leave each other here, but they didn't think that their partners had similar thoughts.

Under one blow, the two of them coincidentally hit the same move.

The back of the hemp pole was slashed hard, his clothes were torn, and blood sprayed wildly. Fat Dun's counter-attack, with knife energy, almost cut off his spine. For a while, he was seriously injured.

And the fat dun was hit by the flirtatious legs of the hemp rod. Suddenly, an unbearable pain, accompanied by the expectation of something breaking, made him frown and squat, and at the same time, he had a faint sadness and deep despair. He couldn't take a step anymore, because of this pain, he could only cover his lower body and bow down like a shrimp.

"Alas...... You guys, too, hurt to take care of yourself. Li Jingxuan looked at the cannibalism between the two and sighed helplessly, the long sword in his hand shook slightly, and the long sword suddenly pierced into a straight line, piercing lightly from the fat man's bent arched back, piercing his heart and penetrating out of his chest. At this moment, the fierce sword qi attached to his three-finger-wide blade was very powerful and stirred up Fat Dun's chest cavity, almost completely cutting Fat Dun's heart in half.

It was a hopelessly fatal wound. In the face of such a trauma, unless there is a Medicine God Valley master around him who is willing to use a panacea to treat him, otherwise, he will have such a few short breaths left in his life.

"Why is this happening? Even if our strength is not as good as this guy, we won't be ......" Seeing that he was about to die, Fat Dun's mind became clearer and clearer in addition to the severe pain. A doubt grew in his heart, and he felt that if this doubt was not explained, he would definitely die blindly.

Why...... His eyes widened and he asked.

"Because, you are too selfish. Without a sect, without faith, you just live purely for yourself. In the hearts of all of you, you are above all else. It is because when there is a need for sacrifice and a choice, your choice is self-interested without exception, and you do not know how to sacrifice, so you will naturally drop the chain when you need to cooperate the most. Your level was already below me, but you fell off the chain and became your own fight. So, how can you be my opponents? Your defeat was decided long before you entered the land of chaos. Regarding Fat Dun's doubts, Li Jingxuan answered them very bluntly.

"I see. Listening to Li Jingxuan's words like a knife, Fat Dun suddenly became stunned. He remembered the days when he was still in the sect, and thought about the life he had lived over the years, and suddenly realized in his heart: "It turns out that I took the wrong path from the beginning." After realizing it, he deeply regretted it, so he sighed helplessly: "Really, I really want to have a chance to do it again." ”

Maybe if there is a chance to do it again, he will definitely not choose to enter the land of chaos again.

However, it was too late. There is no regret medicine in the world for him. With the bleeding wound taking away his life little by little, he could only close his eyes with endless remorse, in helplessness. He died, and in the silence, there was one less pervert in the Hundred Flowers League.

"Now, it's your turn. Pulling the sword out of the fat dun's body, Li Jingxuan took the bloody sword body and walked towards the hemp pole that was already showing fear.

At this time, the hemp pole struggled desperately to get away from Li Jingxuan, but the fat knife's knife almost destroyed his spine, causing him to collapse on the ground, desperately trying his life, and he could only move little by little in inch units. He lay on the ground and couldn't see the situation clearly, but listening to the voice, he already knew that Li Jingxuan had dealt with the fat man.

"It's my turn next?" Listening to Li Jingxuan's voice ringing in his ears, Ma Zhu already had such a thought in his heart, but he was not willing to accept such a result, he desperately retreated to get out of the way of Li Jingxuan. But his avoidance finally came to naught in front of Li Jingxuan's steps.

"Do you have any last words?" Li Jingxuan's voice sounded again. At this moment, he had already lowered his head and bent down, grabbed the hair of the hemp rod, and pulled his upper body up. With a slash, a horizontal, the long sword in Li Jingxuan's hand was so coldly placed on his neck. (To be continued.) )