Jiang Li's fist with the momentum of the wind and thunder swung straight out, and the afterglow in his eyes swept to Lu Zhi curled up in a pool of blood motionless, his hair was scattered to cover his face, and he couldn't see the specific situation for a while, but fortunately, he could still see the extremely faint ups and downs of his low body, which was a little relieved.

Although he didn't have a blade in his hand, Jiang Li punched out with his empty hand, and the sleeve of his shirt was full of hunting sounds, which was extremely powerful, sweeping the surrounding spiritual power and circulating at an extremely fast speed, forming a white cyclone in front of the fist that was rushing forward like thunder, interacting with each other and layering a sharp and abundant sword intent extremely insidiously wrapped in it. The timing of his punches was very shrewd, and it seemed to be hasty, but in fact, it cooperated seamlessly with the flying sword on the ground that turned back and slanted upward.

Frightened by the crisp sound of the flying sword hitting the thin sword, and startled by the sudden flying figure, the surrounding stunned crowd experienced an extremely strange silence, which finally broke out in an instant with the fear suppressed in the heart, and I don't know who made an extremely sharp exclamation first, the whole crowd was like a lake after the dam burst to spread out in a panic on all sides, screaming and pushing and running, and the crowd trampled on the embroidered shoes, tore the robes, and overturned the stalls, although leaving behind all over the ground. But in a very short time, a vacant lot was relinquished.

Li Ningjing, who lay on the ground at the first time, was like a small reef standing alone at the head of the tide in the choppy Nu River, letting the tide come and go and the river boiling, but he did not move, and used his thin body to protect the big girl ring whose life and death were uncertain. His azure clothes were soaked with the blood of the big girl, and at this moment there were several muddy footprints, and I don't know which leg was hit by the desperate escape, and there were several bruises on his cheeks, and they were swollen in a big piece, no matter how you look at it, it is a little miserable.

It's just that Li Ningjing couldn't feel the pain in his body after the collision at all, and he didn't show a little panic or fear, but showed a calmness that was extremely inconsistent with his age, he used his body to protect Lu Zhi, and at the same time stared at the front with angry eyes, looking for the gray figure in the mist composed of fist wind and sword qi.

If his eyes can turn into a sword, I am afraid that Li Ningjing at this moment will not hesitate to pick out his eyeballs, and then throw it at the swordsman holding the thin sword without pity.

The thin swordsman listened to the sudden noise and quiet of the world around him, and his eyes felt the sunlight that was even more dazzling because of the sudden emptiness, and he frowned slightly, and then an expression of extreme hatred appeared on his face.

As the most vicious sword in the building, it should be and safest only when it is inserted in the heart or throat of the enemy. Therefore, when the sword left the cover of darkness and appeared under the vast sky and sun, it was like snow and Chen Bing suddenly placed under the scorching sun, which was the weakest, most displeased and most angry moment for him.

So his eyes were more bloodthirsty and furious, and more cold and cold.

Faced with Jiang Li's move of punching, kicking and killing the master to death, the thin swordsman frowned even more, and he finally found that this seemingly indiscriminate trick between the Popi scoundrels in the market was actually quite methodical, and it was very thoughtful with the flying sword that worked the yin damage, so that he couldn't get rid of Jiang Li's close entanglement for a while, and he could only keep moving and dodging, and even the thin sword in his hand was a little unsatisfactory.

The thin swordsman was secretly frightened, thinking to himself that this young man who had suddenly arrived didn't know where it came from and what it had to do with the City Lord's Mansion. I don't know where the fist and foot kung fu and sword control techniques are, and they don't necessarily look at it very magically when they are separated, but they are combined in one place but burst out with extremely strong combat power.

Most of the world's understanding of the sword immortal lineage is still stuck in the powerful telekinesis and fragile body. Practicing flying swords is an extremely long and dangerous process, don't say that those so-called talents and qualifications that fit the way of the sword are already illusory, and many supreme geniuses with outstanding spiritual roots can't refine the flying sword because they can't get the recognition of the way of the sword, and they can only change their methods with a sigh of shame. Just say that the growth path of those swordsmen is far from a smooth road in the imagination, too condensing mental power to open up the sea of knowledge but not rebodying techniques, making the physical body weak and unable to fight with the monks of the same level, once it is close to others, it is considered to have great ability, and it is very easy to be countered. Therefore, before he really became a great sword immortal, almost all swordsmen who were good at flying swords were not forced to do so, and they were never willing to fight with people close to each other, and their fists and feet were combined.

It's just that for this swordsman who came from the darkness and is accustomed to separating life and death with a single sword, his practice of exercises is also extremely biased, and he has always been extremely disdainful of the sharpening of his muscles and body.

Assassination is a skill, but few people consider it an art.

The fight between you and me is too crude after all, and what is the difference between you and those unwitted beasts biting each other, even if you win, what can you do, there is no beauty unique to the dark world.

But at this moment, being bullied by a swordsman, like the most sticky wet mud sticking to his body, he couldn't help but feel extremely ridiculous in his heart. At this moment, seeing that Jiang Li's fists and feet were getting more and more vigorous, he didn't dare to be careless at all, a thin sword stabbed out as quickly as lightning, but on the other hand, he had to fight with a twelve-point spirit to try to dodge those punches and feet that had the sound of wind and thunder, he knew that with his fragile body, if he really took a punch and a half kick, he was afraid that most of them would be damaged here. It's just that even if he retreats again and again with his extremely agile posture, there will always be times when there is no way to retreat, and although he has no choice but to raise his hand to block his fist, although he will not be injured, the increasing pain has already penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

The thin swordsman gasped, and exhaled suddenly through the accumulation of his abdomen and chest like spring thunder, his eyes narrowed violently, blocking all the dazzling lights refracted from the wall everywhere, which made him feel a little at ease when he was used to walking in the dark world, and his whole body was twisted like a water snake, so that he who had nowhere to retreat from his back against the wall, and then slipped away from Jiang Li's side in a strange posture, he didn't choose to turn around and kill Jiang Li at the first time. Instead, it drifted forward at a rapid pace like the autumn wind sending the fallen leaves.

In Li Ningjing's angry eyes in front of him, two points of starlight suddenly lit up, and then they burst into flames.

Jiang Lizhi punched the air with a bang, and with a bang, a large piece of the solid wall was obviously recessed, several green bricks shattered in response, and stone chips mixed with mud and dust raised a smoke screen, bursting vigorously everywhere in all directions. The lightless little sword that arrived at the horse plowed the wall again, and I don't know if it was to vent the depression in my heart, the sword marks left on the wall were extremely wide and deep, and the long vertical signboard nailed to the wall was also cut from it.

Jiang Li suddenly turned around, saw the gray back floating forward, and his heart suddenly cooled.

The thin swordsman smiled fiercely, he actually changed the style of holding the sword in one hand before, his left hand was grasped in front, his right hand was staggered behind, and his hands tightly held the long sword in his hand, and his body that had just stretched out like autumn leaves was suddenly tightened, like a stretched bowstring was violently released, and it instantly burst out with a powerful momentum that was several times better than before, and the whole body shot forward like lightning, and the thin sword in his hand trembled like a snake's kiss, extremely gentle but extremely decisive with a whistling sound, straight to Li Ningjing's throat that raised his head.

Li Ningjing, who was intimidated by this murderous intent, did not lose his will to fight completely in this sudden panic, but sat up with all his might, and stretched out his hand to the front with great anger, as if the last stubbornness in his heart made him try his best to touch this person's clothes even if he died.

There are always too many obsessions in life, but most of them don't have much substantive meaning.

The thin swordsman thought to himself, a sneering and cruel smile on his face. Seeing that the long sword was about to break the throat of the young man in front of him, he thought that although the process of today's battle was tortuous and bizarre, it finally ended successfully after twists and turns. Like the most gorgeous drama on the stage, the most delicate flowers in the dark, the romantic ending always has to be set off by a difficult process, so that it will be extraordinarily beautiful and moving.

In this way, it can be called art.

The thin swordsman's smile froze suddenly.

In Li Ningjing's raised sleeves, a little fluorescent green light quietly emerged, which was not eye-catching against the background of the white sun at noon. It was only when it staggered out of the boy's sleeve and silently followed his direction, flying forward with great difficulty and great stoicness, and pointed at the throat of the thin swordsman, no one dared to ignore its existence anymore.

The glow of fluorescent green light was like that of a toddler, staggering three times, and in such a short distance, it almost fell to the ground several times, but fortunately, it struggled to return to the original route in time. Li Ningjing's eyes widened and looked at his slightly cocked fingertips, as if there was an invisible silk thread there that implicated the Liuyi Flying Sword and walked forward happily, although the invisible silk thread was intermittent and so unstable, but his eyes suddenly flashed with indescribable joy.

This was the first time he had succeeded in sword control on his journey of practicing kendo. Although the Mother's Natal Flying Sword can fly freely with its own spiritual sense, it is not easy to establish a connection between the sea of knowledge and the flying sword, so that it can move with its heart. In the past few days, Li Ningjing has to try hundreds or thousands of times every day, but no matter how hard you work, the flying sword is unmoved, and she can't help but feel like she is dying.

Dong Ru peeked at it, after all, he was still reluctant, and he couldn't help but talk a few words with Liuyingfeijian, even if it was really not the material of the sword fairy, you couldn't pretend to walk around the field and coax the children to be happy.

Xiao Feijian couldn't speak, he thought Dong was verbose, so he simply pretended to be asleep and pretended to be dead. It also made Dong Ru helpless.

However, at this moment, for a young man who will become a sword immortal as his lifelong dream, what could be more shocking, more proud, and more ecstatic than seeing the sword he used to break through the sky. The sudden sense of happiness was so intense that he forgot to breathe, to the time, to the point of the sword reflected in his eyes at a great speed.

Chaowen said, death can be carried out.