No matter what it was bounced onto, at this moment, the fleeting sword marks of the "Inch Qing" flying sword had already been unsheathed. Tang Jianren's actions completely cut off Liu Feng'an's fantasy that this kid could avoid this dispute. They are all enlightened people, and they have a truth in their hearts.

No matter how fierce the fight is, the white knife can't become a red knife.

However, who came first.........

It means that the key has become a sword, and there is only no death between the two.

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Over the years, the swordsman's intuition made the Cun Qing Flying Sword instantly cut through what Tang Jianren bounced over. Liu Feng'an controlled the flying sword, obviously with the feeling of cutting, and his intuition of the sword could make him clearly feel the touch of the blade cutting and cutting.

A part of the mind is used to penetrate another flying sword "Blood", and the crimson flying sword is temporarily trapped by the young junior in front of him, unable to communicate with Liu Feng'an's breath. But as a killing move that he has cultivated with his heart and blood for so many years, the "Blood" flying sword will never be trapped for too long.

The green mangs revealed by "inch green" were disconnected from Tang Jianren's means.

On Liu Feng'an's old face, the old skin trembled slightly, squeezing out a sense of self-confidence that he was not smiling.

His eyes narrowed, but he hadn't seen the flying sword pierce Tang Jianren's heart.

Everywhere you look, you can see it as bright as a flower.

.........

The knife in Tang Jianren's hand was broken, and there was no blade, but he was also an enlightened cultivator, and he couldn't figure out which sect he was in. Liu Feng'an didn't have the mentality of being as stable as an old dog for the time being, until this kid couldn't help but take the lead.

No matter what means he hid, after being cut off by "Cunqing", he was a defenseless hairy boy.

With the speed of his flying sword, it was easy to pierce his heart in a breath.

The heart was shattered by the sword qi.......

Even those guys who are familiar with the art of ghosts and gods in southern Xinjiang can't be born out of flesh and bones.

It's a pity that Liu Feng's state of mind as stable as an old dog has just entered the country, and he was blinded by the dog's eyes.

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Brilliant and dazzling, even on Chinese New Year's Eve, the heavenly fire silver flower that exploded over Jinling City could not suppress this brilliant light in the light at this moment. The next moment Qingmang cut through the object, the iron sand that splashed out suddenly spun in the air and bloomed into sparks.

Grains of iron sand, sparkling with sparks.

It's just facing Liu Fengan's old face, and he rushed into a fireworks.

In the brilliant sparks, the "Cun Qing" flying sword shook slightly, and then three or five inches away from Tang Jian's heart, it suddenly turned around.

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"Bell!"

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The sound of the blades clashing, and there was a deep gap on the edge of the shock.

Behind the one-armed white-robed old swordsman, the cyan sword qi was only one breath away, and he almost missed a goose feather knife flying from behind him. The glowing blade had a gap the size of a little finger, and the grip of the handle was wrapped in nearly transparent silk threads.

This knife is the standard saber of the Shen family's guards, and the wealthy Shen family is also willing to invest in the private guards they have cultivated.

The materials used to forge standard long knives are all good iron.

Moreover, each of them has reached at least the level of a hundred refinements, and from a certain level, this knife is almost a half-finished magic weapon embryo. For those rangers who wander the rivers and lakes, such a knife is already a rare thing that allows them to give up their wives and children at home, and they don't want women in the bed, and they have to sleep with this treasure knife in their arms.

It's a pity that the collision of the flying sword and the throwing knife.

It is the latter who cuts out a gap, and Liu Feng'an's flying sword that has been practiced for most of his life must be at the level of magic weapons. This knife has not been cut off by the "Cunqing" sword, which has proven its extraordinary.

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The knife failed, and the silver wire rolled up with the long knife fell into Tang Jianren's hands.

He foamed at the mouth and shook his head with some regret.

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"Old dog, in the end, you old thing is as stable as an old dog in terms of life-saving means.

It's just such a distance, don't you even dare to gamble on the result of exchanging injuries for lives? ”

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After throwing away the broken knife, Tang Jianren weighed the weight of the new knife, then pinched it with his fingers, drew a distance at the mouth of his heart, and looked at the white-robed old swordsman who was beside Qingmang not far away with a look of disdain, and silently retreated a few steps.

At that time, that sword was only a distance away from our Tang Gongzi's careful nest, and it was only a distance that could be pinched with two fingers.

But that's it, Liu Fengan didn't dare to gamble.

If he had two flying swords at the moment, "Cun Qing" would definitely pierce this little boy who was full of feces. It's a pity that he didn't have ifs, the "blood" flying sword still couldn't communicate with Liu Feng'an's breath, and losing a sword was like breaking his arm, although this old guy only had one arm left.

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"Hehe, the old man is old, and he is afraid of being less strong.

It's you, a child who is born after birth, what you say lightly, but under your hands are all ruthless people who attract blood. When you see this thing, an ordinary martial artist will know how to talk about it nine times out of ten. There are needles hidden in the cotton, and it is rare for the younger generation to have such a mind as you.

Old man, I can't help it.

Although you are a child with some strange tricks and tricks, you can't see the light of day.

But the more you can't see the light, the more you are a killer in a life-and-death fight, and you can put down your face and play with lewd skills, you are a great talent. I don't want you to fold here tonight, no matter how big the force is behind you, there will be someone to protect your old man. How about it, there is no need to fight for the promise of a dying man, take a step back, and the person behind me who he gave you can also give. ”

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Listening to Tang Jianren's words, a few drops of sweat oozed from Liu Feng'an's forehead.

Fortunately, there was rain tonight, so there was no one to see his nervousness.

Fortunately, I didn't gamble just now, otherwise I would have lost my "blood". When "Cunqing" is no longer protective, it is really possible for that knife to cut him off. Liu Feng'an, who practiced the art of flying swords, even though his swordsmanship was unparalleled and his attacking power was extremely strong, his old bones had not been trained into the copper skin and iron bones of a martial artist.

If you cut meat with a knife, there is no reason why you can't cut it.

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His eyes were slightly red, making his vision blurry slightly.

The fireworks set off by Tang Jianren in front of his old face really burned Liu Fengan's eyes. He should have noticed that the feel was too light, and the feeling of the flying sword cutting through the thing was very easy, and there was no touch of slashing at the real thing.

The brilliant sparks in the sky were designed to fly away.

The sparks burned his eyes, and the smoke was poisonous.

After eating Tang Jianren's secret move, Liu Feng'an retreated quickly, and was somewhat affected. The idea is piercing, and now the "Blood" flying sword has not been out of trouble, let him fight with a young and strong young boy, Liu Feng'an does not dare to say in his heart that it is a five-five prediction.

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Forcibly stabilize his fairy wind bones, and he is not shocked by the character design.

The next step is coercion, inducement, or private transactions.

Tang Jianren is such a hand-piercing thing, Liu Fengan never wants to face him in a state where there is only a flying sword left.

is full of pity for the seniors for the younger generations, I have to say that this old dog's skills in maintaining the character are really exquisite, to this point, the shape of the crane hair is not messy.

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"It's rare to see an old dog like you, who gnawed on other people's bones and wanted to run back to rub a mouthful of food from the master's house.

Especially after eating and wiping it off, I have to pee in the rice bowl with my legs and show loyalty to the new master. Can you swallow this kind of rice, and you're not afraid of a mouthful of suckle? ”

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Throwing off the newly acquired knife, Tang Jianren was serious about Liu Feng'an, silently spat at him, and then looked at Liu Feng'an's crotch with such a cheeky look.

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"Sorry, the wrong word.

I'm afraid you can't get out of a bubble at your age, and you can pee into forks, and if you can squeeze out a few drops, you'll have to cry. ”

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