Regardless of their original intentions, the three groups of people who surrounded and suppressed Chen Ping'an, and the seven famous masters of the rivers and lakes, including Fan King Kong Ma Xuan, Pipa Woman, and Demon Sect Crow, have already folded on this street.

Feng Qingbai, who roamed the world as a ranger, was a madman, in order to achieve his goal, he did whatever it took to break through the wall and sneak attack, but he failed to assassinate Chen Ping'an with a sword, but lost most of Ya'er's life.

The clog beauty, who is expected to inherit the leader of the Demon Sect as a woman, has not been able to turn over yet, one cheek is pressed against the cold street, and the beautiful nails of a slender jade hand are gently sliding the bluestone, and her eyes are facing Zhou Shi, the hairpin flower lang, her eyes are full of pain and pleading.

Although he joked before, he asked Zhou Shi to promise not to allow her to die here, but he finally agreed, why was he reluctant to make a move?

Hairpin Lang Zhou Shi didn't feel any guilt, and even glanced at her and greeted her with a smile.

Lu Fang never made a move.

The elusive smiling face has already fought with Chen Ping'an, and he didn't take advantage of it.

Zhou Shi held the string of scarlet prayer beads and twisted it slightly, "The person standing now, I Zhou Shi is the most laggarded, but then I promise to do my best to deal with this person, Mr. Lu, smiling face, Feng Qingbai, can we put aside our prejudices today and unite against the enemy?"

The smiling face was smiling, and nodded, "No matter who slaughtered this person in the end, I only need the same ability on him, the immortal art that shrinks into inches, if you can't get it, the reward will be calculated separately." ”

Feng Qingbai looked at Chen Ping'an with burning eyes, "The last sword to kill him must be made by me, as for all the belongings on him, I won't take any of them, and I can also hand over the magic weapon after killing the immortals, and you can decide how to divide the spoils." ”

Zhou Shi glanced at the dying crow and said with a smile: "I only want her." ”

Lu Fang made a final decision, "Then it's decided." ”

Feng Qingbai crossed the sword, his fingers were bent, and he flicked the sword body gently, smiling playfully, "Lu Jianxian, you old man don't stand by anymore, be careful to steal chickens and rice, and in the end, we have become this person's martial arts whetstones." As the most capable master on our side, if you still hide and take our lives to test the depths, I am not happy to serve, and if it is a big deal, I will not stir up this mess, what do you like. ”

Lu Fang smiled: "Just rest assured." ”

After saying this, the Bird's Eye Peak Sword Immortal, whose palm was against the hilt of the sword, pulled out the "Big Tsubaki" with the sword sheath out of the ground with a fist clenched fist.

The immortal warlock once recorded in the book that in ancient times there was a tree named Dachun, 8,000 years for spring, 8,000 years for autumn, after fruiting, mortals can eat it and lift the sun to rise.

Chen Ping'an has been silently accumulating momentum, and he also has to adapt to the state after being restrained by the golden liquor of the robe.

Among the boxing techniques taught by the old man surnamed Cui, the cloud steaming Daze style or the iron riding chisel formation, it is good to say that it is nothing more than the difference in the weight of the punch, but the boxing like the god-man drum style is a thousand miles away, and you need to be on guard against that Lu Fang at all times, Chen Ping'an must take care of the proportion of each punch.

This is the pinnacle of Chen Ping'an's boxing skills since he learned martial arts, and his physique, soul and spirit are all the same.

"Here, be careful. ”

Lu Fang smiled and reminded everyone, "It's true, I didn't say hello before I started, I didn't have the bearing of a grandmaster." ”

At the same time, with the twist of the wrist, Lu Fang held the hilt of the sword for the first time, and after holding the famous sword Tsubaki, because Lu Fang's sword qi was too abundant, even if he deliberately suppressed and converged, he still continued to pour outward, making his clothes flutter without wind, especially the sleeve of the hand holding the sword, the sword qi was full of excitement, the cuffs were wide open, and there was a slight neighing sound from inside.

In an instant, the smiling face's heartstrings tightened, and without saying a word, he made the secret technique of the remnants of the immortal family obtained by chance, and with the mysterious Qimen Dunjia, it was instantly transferred from the shock position to the kan position, but without waiting for the smiling face to check Chen Ping'an's figure, the fist gang had already arrived in front of him, rushing to his face, and his face was tingling.

A flash of sword light suddenly crossed between the smiling face and the fist.

The incomparably sharp blade lay horizontally and fell into the eyes of the smiling face, as if a snow-white silk thread was placed in front of him.

The punch was blocked by the blade, ushering in a hint of room for maneuver for the smiling face, and the figure disappeared several times, retreating again and again, and finally got rid of the suffocating sense of oppression.

Since his debut, Smiley has been galloping in the rivers and lakes for 30 years, and the original favorite opponent is the grandmaster of foreign boxing, advancing and retreating freely, teasing the so-called grandmaster who is slightly sluggish in tossing and turning, walking the dog, which is also the origin of the nickname "difficult ghost" of Smiley, several old guys who are famous for practicing kung fu in the world, and are forced to die by the ghost-infested smile.

This is the first time that Smiling Face has met a boxing master who can run better than herself.

The smiling face knew that Feng Qingbai had saved himself once, twice, and there might not be a third time, so he no longer left his back hand, retreated and dodged, his hands were hidden in the big sleeves, and between his fingers, there were small and delicate handleless flying knives with cold knives, and the blades were smeared with dark green poison and hook kisses, which could best crack the martial arts.

Five or six zhang away from Chen Ping'an, I saw that after Feng Qingbai broke the siege for himself with a sword, he also paid the price, and stared at the man, three or two rounds later, Feng Qingbai fell behind, and was swept by a leg and hit the shoulder, Feng Qingbai flew out with a bang.

Feng Qingbai, who was dressed in a white robe and had one arm drooping, was obviously in a bad situation.

Scratch someone's back.

Smiling faces, knives in their sleeves.

That man is really a monster, this punch, every step seems very understated, stepping on the street, not to mention the momentum of the foot cracking masonry after the Pink King Kong Ma preached the gods, the smiling face almost thought that the man's boots did not touch the ground at all, as if they had been floating in the air.

Smiley didn't expect the six hook kisses to stab that person, just to give Feng Qingbai a chance to breathe.

Feng Qingbai grinned, his five fingers opened, and he actually let go of the long sword.

A swordsman, abandon the sword and don't use it?

Seeing the smiling face, my heart felt weak for a while, could it be that in the past ten years, from north to south, almost one person has killed Feng Qingbai, a ranger who has penetrated half of the martial arts, and there is only this little bit of catty?

Feng Qingbai's long sword did not fall to the ground, without the master's control, but the sword body trembled slightly, rippling with ripples, and then suddenly tightened, the long sword hovered in the air, the tip of the sword was cocked, pointing directly at the white robe, and disappeared in a flash.

Feng Qingbai shook his left shoulder, he was swept by the whip leg, and there was a piercing pain, but it was not in the way.

Feng Qingbai's right hand and two fingers were put together to make a sword trick.

In this narrow and oppressive small world, the sword cultivation magic power cannot be used, but compared to the inferior swordsmanship, Feng Qingbai can already play perfectly.

Feng Qingbai came down this time to "quench the sword", and use all methods to refine the sword intent and sword heart as much as possible.

Offensive and defensive transitions.

On the street, a cloud of snow, a touch of white rainbow.

Hairpin Lang Zhou Shi first carefully helped Ya'er up and let her sit under the root of the wall on one side, lest she inexplicably die under the sword qi fists of both sides.

Feng Qingbai's sword that penetrated her vest was really fierce and ruthless, it was directly implicated in the dantian that smashed the crow, not only that, but there was also a wisp of sword qi stuck in her body, making her unable to heal her injuries, if there was no master to help her peel off that wisp of sword qi, she could only wait for death, even if it was the healing medicine of King Kong Temple, it would be of no benefit.

Of course, Zhou Shi didn't talk to her at the time of the war, squatting in the shadow of the wall, his thumb slightly weighted the force, and the rosary beads wrapped around his fist were pushed out, and the scarlet beads did not roll off at will, and they bounced twice on the cyan stone street before disappearing out of thin air.

Zhou Shi kept scattering the rosary.

This is a talisman given to him by his father Zhou Fei, saying that if it is used properly, he can save his life in the face of ten people in the world, and he can kill the enemy in the face of ten people. Of course, the palace master of the Spring Tide Palace also told Zhou Shi that when he met Ding Ying and Yu Zhenyi, he would run if he could, and if he couldn't run away, he would kneel and kowtow and beg for mercy, and he would not be ashamed.

Feng Qingbai walked leisurely, walked slowly, and chased down the white robe with his hearty swordsmanship, Chen Ping'an wanted to get rid of it several times, but he was still entangled by the speeding flying sword.

The flying sword is so fast that people can only see the flow of sword light.

The smiling face didn't dare to draw a snake, so he silently adjusted his breathing in the distance, seeing this scene, the smiling face was both relieved and a little frightened, if he met Feng Qingbai, how to deal with it?

The white robe, which was like a snowflake, suddenly stopped, and reached out to grasp the hilt of the flying sword.

Feng Qingbai was not afraid, "How can there be such a simple thing, you will definitely not be able to catch it......"

didn't wait for Feng Qingbai to finish speaking.

Chen Ping'an held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and slashed at the blade with his left hand.

The blade of the sword was not broken, but the tip of the sword was raised high, bending in a huge arc.

Feng Qingbai's two-fingered sword trick paused slightly.

Chen Ping'an also put his fingers together, and quickly wiped it on the sword body, just smoothing the long sword.

The horizontal sword was in front of him, and then he released the five fingers holding the sword.

Feng Qingbai was stunned, was grabbed by the back collar, dragged back, and threw out more than ten zhang.

The tip of the sword was only the slightest bit away from piercing Feng Qingbai's heart.

Chen Ping'an's fingers moved slightly, and the flying sword swept back, lingering around his body, like a bird clinging to a person.

The swordsman wields the sword, and so will I.

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