Lin Chi and Huang Qingzhu fought very fiercely, but Miao Tianhui and Miao Jiangfeng did not move at all, they looked at each other coldly, this kind of coldness came from Miao Jiangfeng's eyes, and Miao Tianhui's eyes were blocked by scattered hair, so he couldn't see his cold eyes, but he could feel Miao Tianhui's coldness even more, because his coldness came from his heart, looking at everything about himself, he was ruined by the people closest to him, and whoever came would be cold.

Dugu Yun sat motionless on his horse, except for glancing at Lin Chi's fight at the beginning, he focused on Miao Tianhui, because he needed support the most.

Both of them are waiting for each other to have a flaw, because their martial arts are the same, and they both know each other too well, before the flaw comes out, whoever strikes first will mean who loses. Miao Tianhui understood this truth, but he still made a move, because he was leaving blood on his body, and the longer the time dragged on, the more unfavorable it would be for him, so he could only take the lead.

His sword is the same as his pace, it always seems to be slow, but this slow sword instantly reached Miao Jiangfeng's throat, Miao Jiangfeng's sword lightning attacked, and with a "bell", a raging fire broke out, if others came to see it, they would definitely think that they had the ability to control fire, but Dugu Yun saw it clearly and understood, they were on the right seventy-two swords at that moment, and the scattered sparks clustered together looked like raging flames.

Compared to Lin Chi and Huang Qingzhu's scattered sparks, the flames created by Miao Tianhui were too much stronger, and the speed and strength of their shots were not comparable to them at all.

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and every time they make a move, it is seventy-two swords, and the flames produced are stronger and stronger each time, because every time they make a move, they leave no room at all, and they will never leave any leeway.

They fought five swords, that is, three hundred and sixty swords, if it weren't for the faint fighting spirit on the sword, I'm afraid the sword would have been damaged a long time ago, and they couldn't help but let out an exclamation when they made this kind of shot.

Miao Tianhui's sixth sword came out, the sword momentum suddenly changed, the long sword suddenly disappeared, and then appeared out of thin air at three inches of Miao Jiangfeng's throat.

Miao Jiangfeng's face was full of horror, this sword had already locked every flaw in his swordsmanship, no matter how his moves changed, they were bound to be broken. But people's survival ** is extremely strong, even if he knew that he would definitely lose, he still swung out seventy-two swords with all his strength. The Blue Blade sword plunged past the edge of his throat, leaving a trail of blood, like a red rope.

Miao Jiangfeng was shocked, he couldn't think of why this sword didn't pierce his throat. Miao Tianhui showed a wry smile, his injuries and a large amount of blood loss were no longer enough for him to perfectly control this earth-shattering sword, although he won the move just now, he had already lost in terms of strength, and under the violent collision of the two swords, it was already a blessing to be able to leave a scar on Miao Jiangfeng.

Miao Jiangfeng paused for a moment, then laughed, and said: "The head of the family, the head of the family, although you are as fierce as a tiger, but today you are a sick cat with a tooth extracted, what else do you have to save your surname?"

Miao Tianhui didn't speak, the long sword stabbed out, this sword never disappeared, and returned to that slow state, although Miao Jiangfeng was arrogant, but at this moment he was extremely careful, he didn't dare to guarantee whether that sword would appear again, let alone whether he would be able to survive again when that sword appeared.

In the blink of an eye, he fought against ten more swords, and seven hundred and twenty swords, Miao Tianhui's breath became heavier and heavier, and the defeat had gradually been revealed, he was seriously injured and too tired. Miao Jiangfeng was not happy at the moment, the expression on his face became more and more solemn, the earth-shattering sword before gave him a deep impression, and he had to take the embankment.

At this moment, Dugu Yun moved, after watching it for so long, he had already mastered all the seventy-two swordsmanship of the Miao family, its power, its flaws, and how it made a move, these Dugu Yun already knew it. Since he practiced Dugu Nine Swords and became familiar with the final decision, no matter how subtle the moves were, in his eyes, there would always be flaws, or one or more places.

He slowly pulled out his long sword and walked towards Miao Jiangfeng slowly, in fact, he could be fast, but he didn't, because he understood that his fastest speed seemed ridiculous to Miao Jiangfeng, like a baby, it was better to walk slowly, at least let him relax his vigilance.

One step, two steps, three steps, every time you take a step, Duguyun's pressure is greater, the Miao family can dominate one side, and their reputation has never fallen, their swordsmanship must have been passed down from generation to generation, improved from generation to generation, even if Duguyun has seen through all the flaws in the moves, he can't guarantee that he can take the lead, after all, the current realm is too bad.

There are still five steps away from the attack range of Miao Jiangfeng's sword blade, which makes Dugu Yun's palms and forehead covered with sweat, and the heat above his head is slowly rising, but he still moves forward without hesitation, four steps, five steps, and his toes only step into the blade of the sword, Miao Jiangfeng's sword has come head-on, and the tip of the sword is at the vital point of his throat.

This move Duguyun is absolutely unable to parry and dodge, even if he is at his peak. Today, he once again tasted the taste of death.

What kind of feeling is this? For the first time, although it took a long time for him to fall, it took him a long time to lose consciousness, and this time the time of death was too fast, and his heart was extremely clear.

Death was only a moment away from him, but he thought about a lot of things, who did he blame this time? Blame Miao Tianhui's incompetence? Or blame Miao Jiangfeng's ruthlessness and strength? Or should he blame his own powerlessness? You must know that a few years ago, he had enough time to cultivate, but he didn't work hard, if he really worked hard, what would the realm reach?

In fact, he understands these questions in his heart, but he has always been unwilling to accept them, he hates endless cultivation, he likes to enjoy life comfortably, although he has changed this concept now, but in this world, what will happen if his cultivation is not high? The cold tip of the sword against his throat has already told him the answer.

It was only for a moment, but he thought about it a lot!

Suddenly, the sword in Miao Tianhui's hand burst out, and this earth-shattering sword finally came out for the second time.

The deep cold sword qi makes people cold to the bone marrow, you can only see where it disappears, but you will never know where it will appear next?

Miao Jiangfeng's sword stabbing at Duguyun was actually to force Miao Tianhui to use this sword again, he had already prepared in his heart, but when this sword was really stabbed, the fear in his heart could not be suppressed.

Suddenly, the long sword quietly appeared, piercing into the back of Miao Jiangfeng's heart, and the blood shot was just like a blooming red lotus, poignant and bewitching.

But Miao Jiangfeng didn't die, the tip of the sword only stabbed him in the back of the heart by half an inch, and the person retreated violently, retreating far, far away, and Miao Tianhui was powerless to pursue, so he could only watch him flee.

Miao Jiangfeng exhaled, and then laughed, Miao Tianhui didn't pay attention to it, just focused on Dugu Yun, a child, can actually give his life to lure the enemy, what kind of courage does this take?

Miao Jiangfeng smiled and said coldly to Miao Tianhui: "Do you still have the strength to make a move?"

Dugu Yun rushed and said: "I'm not dead yet!"

Miao Tianhui said: "You retreat, you can't trap the enemy to kill him this time, and there will be no chance next time!"

Dugu Yun shook his head, he understood that Miao Tianhui thought that he was using himself as cannon fodder, but in fact, he was here to kill people and kill Miao Jiangfeng with his own hands.

Miao Jiangfeng sneered: "If you want to send you to death, I can let you send you back to the west in three moves!" He was very crazy, he understood that when Miao Tianhui used that sword for the second time, his physical strength was basically exhausted, and he was already at the end of the crossbow, so there was no need to worry.

Dugu Yun slowly walked towards Miao Jiangfeng again, Miao Tianhui followed him closely, I don't know why, he had a ** in his heart to protect Dugu Yun, was it because he had an indomitable courage? Or was it the incorrigibly stupid nature?

Miao Jiangfeng was very conceited, at least in front of Dugu Yun's white robe and a seriously injured family master, he was qualified to be conceited, he had a warm smile on his face, just like the creator's smile on his people, life and death were in his thoughts, he just smiled and watched Dugu Yun approach his side, watching him slowly raise his long sword.

Dugu Yun came out of the sword, and a fluttering sword stabbed out, with no strength, no speed, and no murderous aura, but only exquisite precision.

As soon as this sword came out, Miao Jiangfeng's face changed, because he found that this sword was the nemesis of his swordsmanship, and all the changes in his moves were suppressed.

Miao Tianhui, who was standing behind him, was also shocked, his own swordsmanship was broken by a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy today, but in the next moment, he made a move, because he could see that although the young man had a glimpse of the flaws in his swordsmanship, his own strength could not help Miao Jiangfeng, and he still needed assistance.

It was another sword with all his strength, the sword move was not slow, and the sword rain in the sky stabbed straight towards Miao Jiangfeng.

Miao Jiangfeng made a move, and he found that his previous rampant was so ridiculous, letting the young man make three moves, but at the moment he couldn't even make one move, because what really threatened him was not Miao Tianhui's sword rain, and the fatal sword came from Dugu Yun's fluttering sword.

At this moment, Miao Jiangfeng didn't know how to make a move, because no matter how he made a move, he felt that his sword moves were broken, and no matter how his swordsmanship changed, he would be sealed by the young man, Miao Jiangfeng was stunned, and his head was covered with cold sweat, dripping like rain.

This young man is a supreme genius, Miao Jiangfeng began to regret it, and even felt a little remorseful, why should he be careless and underestimate the enemy? At this moment, his retreat has been completely blocked by Miao Tianhui, and he can no longer retreat, Miao Tianhui, who was originally the main attacker, has become a secondary character, and the young man who was still a lamb to be slaughtered just now has become a god of death at this moment.

Miao Jiangfeng has become crazy, obviously the hegemony is in front of his eyes, why did he turn into clouds of smoke in an instant? Since he is dead, he will pull this genius young man to accompany him to the funeral.

A sword of struggle, the sword light was like a meteor, piercing Duguyun's heart, but this meteor was shaking, because Miao Jiangfeng's hand was shaking, no one was willing to die before the glory, and he was unwilling, but at this moment he had to die, although this sword was a sword of despair, it was actually not desperate, but even so, his sword was still extremely powerful, and it could easily kill Duguyun.

Is the boy going to die? Miao Tianhui sighed a little more at this moment, a generation of proud sons accompanied the death of the traitors of the Miao family. There was some sadness in his heart.

The blade of the sword had been inserted into Duguyun's chest, but Duguyun's sword suddenly disappeared, and in an instant, it had pierced Miao Jiangfeng's heart, Miao Jiangfeng's eyes widened in disbelief, he wanted to speak, but he had no strength anymore, and fell down softly.

Dugu Yun's face was pale, Miao Jiangfeng's sword had pierced his heart, and he suddenly felt weak all over his body, watching the long sword in his heart slide down on his body, and then his body was uncontrollably soft to ......