The flying sword trembled slightly, and the dark blue sword light dimmed in the rain.

This old bone in the treasure caravan is a hard stubble, and his flying sword skills can't cut off his head in a short time.

Perched on the trunk of a half-old tree, the black-robed figure's mental strength was a little messy. Most of his strength was spent maintaining the shroud that trapped the "Inch Green" flying sword.

Breaking the flying sword technique, although Liu Feng'an's flying sword stunt was abolished after the sacrifice, it also dragged him more than fifty percent of his mental strength.

At this moment, once the force is unloaded, let the "Cunqing" get out of trouble, it will undoubtedly be like a tiger for Liu Fengan.

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In the evil shroud, the sword roared and struggled.

"Cun Qing" still hasn't given up on breaking through, and the secret treasure that can restrain the flying sword is also huge.

Liu Feng'an's experience in the rivers and lakes made him quickly make a judgment.

In the rain, the old swordsman's robe had four or five more sword wounds. But with a wisp of cold air in his hand, Liu Feng'an's expression wanted to get up.

The "Flying Cold" soft sword is Liu Lao's hole card, and now the Flying Han Sword is sacrificed, and three inches in front of Liu Feng'an's body, a faint cold aura is condensed.

The cold air made the falling raindrops freeze into ice slag, relying on the three-inch cold air in front of him, once the flying sword is killed, the speed will be slightly slower, after being bitten by the cold of the flying sword, Liu Feng'an's swordsmanship is enough to cut the flying sword, at most...... Wounds for swords......

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Flying sword, the most proud is speed.

For Liu Feng'an, who is good at flying swords, killing him with a flying sword, as long as the speed is a little slower, he will be bitten by this experienced old swordsman.

Having not given up control of "Cun Qing", the little flying sword in the shroud has been trying to get out of trouble.

Liu Feng'an's previous experience judgment was correct.

With the resistance of "Cun Qing", the dark blue flying sword that attacked him slowed down a little and even trembled slightly during the next few assassinations.

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The swordsman behind the scenes, most of his mind must have been trapped in the shroud. The mind that made him control this flying sword gradually weakened.

Liu Feng'an slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, the "Feihan" sword in his hand danced into a wisp of soft wind, and at the moment of life and death, the swordsman asked the sword, and what he saw was whose mind was more stable.

The person behind him, as long as the flying sword makes another mistake, Liu Fengan will have a chance to bite his flying sword, and when the time comes, let "Cunqing" break free, lock his breath, and then kill him!

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The situation on the scene has fallen into a kind of time war.

The comparison is who lasts longer, Liu Fengan can exhaust the opponent's mental strength, bite the flying sword and kill, it is a big victory.

If the other party holds on longer, the flying sword will not be able to break free.

At that time, Liu Feng'an will not be able to control the "Flying Cold" soft sword, and as soon as his cold qi domain is dispersed, the flying sword will take off his head.

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"The old thing's experience is really old, the flying sword that trapped him with the Flying Sword Technique can't last long, and after so long, the little cub should be able to get it, right?"

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Seeing that Liu Feng'an relied on his veteran experience and almost bit his flying sword several times, the black-clothed man on the trunk silently spat on Xingzi.

He dragged Liu Feng'an, the only enlightened person on the Jubao here, even if there were more warriors guarding him, the little cub of the Shen family should also arrive at Nai He Bridge at this time.

The delay in waiting for the news made his heart impetuous.

In the shabby shroud, "Cunqing" struggled hard.

Just when he was about to relieve the pressure, change the target with the flying sword, and kill a few people to vent, a drop of water fell violently on his forehead.

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For a moment, the intermittent memory picture made the eyes of the man in black sharpen.

He received information, and it made his mood very cold.

With a slight fist, the flying sword suddenly changed its path when it slashed towards Liu Feng'an again, and with a flash of sword light, four or five human heads smashed into the mud......

"Fuck, how the hell did you give the information......

There is also a master of enlightenment hidden in the treasure number, and there is also a swordsman who can stop Ding Xiu.

The assassination failed over there, so that Lao Tzu is now withdrawn in disgrace? ”

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The information transmitted through a drop of water made the swordsman of the flying sword feel more and more mixed.

The assassination of the young son of the Shen family failed, and there were still ambushed masters in the caravan.

The current situation is no longer conducive to their attack.

Remove!

The news of this retreat made the swordsman who had been bitten by Liu Feng'an with the flying sword itching with hatred.

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He bit his lip, and a wisp of bright red oozed out.

Relying on this brief pain, he quickly made a judgment.

The evil aura on the shroud in the air became more vigorous, and it suppressed the struggling "Cunqing" flying sword in an instant. As "Cun Qing" was suppressed, Liu Feng'an, who was holding a sword, spit out a mouthful of black blood.

The flying sword is a treasure that a swordsman has been tempered by painstaking efforts, and the evil spirit of the shroud has risen sharply, invading the "Cunqing" flying sword, and this evil spirit has also injured Liu Feng'an in the air.

In the air, a small blue sword shook out a sword flower.

The sword light elongated, and a blue ghost fire actually burned on the blade.

Kill!

Since you want to retreat, you have to kill enough Ben no matter what. Shen Gongzi didn't die, so he would kill a treasure number, and Liu Feng'an, who was enlightened, was the strongest master of the treasure number.

Chop off his head, so as not to waste so much time tonight's layout.

"Cunqing" was suppressed by the shroud, and even devoured Liu Feng'an's mind.

It is difficult to have a second time in such a good situation.

Those who refine flying swords are faster than their minds.

As soon as he made up his mind, his flying sword revealed his strongest hole cards. Taking advantage of Liu Feng'an's momentary distraction by the "inch green", the flying sword that burned the blue ghost fire, the whole small sword turned into a ray of fire and flying stars in the night.

The speed of the flying sword was burned to the extreme, and the fire on the sword body made Liu Feng'an's "flying cold" cold qi unable to restrain it, and it pierced the three-inch cold qi realm and slashed Liu Feng'an's head with the sword.

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"Bell"

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The sound of the collision of soldiers and irons sounded, and Liu Feng'an's body stood in the heavy rain. His Feihan soft sword, which lost the blessing of sword qi, fell down softly on his hand.

The old man's body was motionless, and only a faint breathing sound remained of his whole body.

It can be clearly seen that Liu Feng'an's heart is a little bloody.

Looking at Liu Feng'an, who had lost his breath, the man in black hidden in the canopy was just about to laugh, but he felt a pain in his heart.

His eyes shrank suddenly, and a little blood red bloomed in his heart, exactly the same as Liu Feng's injury.

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"Ahem...... It's kind of biting you......"

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A weak voice came out of Liu Feng'an's mouth, and the old man slowly raised his head, and he bit a small flying sword burning with blue flames in his mouth.

The flames burned the skin of half of Liu Feng'an's face, and he bit the flying sword and didn't let go, and even broke a few old teeth.

At this moment, the old swordsman's appearance was miserable.

But Liu Feng'an's eyes were full of pride, he looked at the direction where the flying sword was coming, there was a drop of blood red, it was a red flying sword the size of a little finger, without a handle and only a blade......

Liu Feng'an, who is unparalleled in flying swords, has eaten all his life by relying on flying swords.

But who said he didn't have a second hand......

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