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At the foot of the East Mountain, a river of blood flowed.

Sun Desheng, like Huang Zhenfeng, smelled the smell of blood in the air and couldn't help but tremble.

He already knew exactly who was here, so he would definitely choose to hide more clearly.

But hiding was not enough, Sun Desheng returned to the hollow of the tree where he had been living for several days, and whistled, this time the little bird did not return with food, and obediently landed on his steel bracers.

Sun Desheng looked at the bird's wings seriously, as if he wanted to imprint it in his mind.

Soon after, Sun Desheng's self-talk sounded in the hole of the tree with a stronger smell of blood: "You know, you are a spear falcon that can travel thousands of miles in a day, and your task is to convey a message, if you don't die, I can't go back." ”

The little bird was psychic, and a look of disbelief appeared in a pair of eagle eyes.

"Not only are you going to die, but I'm going to go back half-dead. ”

Sun Desheng sighed, and a fierce light appeared in a pair of triangular eyes.

The little bird fluttered its wings, but no matter how much it struggled, it could not break free from the bracer on which it usually stood most comfortably.

"I'm sorry. ”

After speaking, Sun Desheng's right hand grabbed the neck of the little bird, and at this moment he felt a trace of hesitation, but with a soft sound of 'cluck', he no longer had this kind of emotion in his heart.

Sun Desheng threw the Qianli Divine Horse and the little bird out of the tree hole like a garbage, and raised a few feathers, but he turned his head without hesitation, and then raised the long knife in his hand and slashed at his body, cutting the skin and flesh, and cutting blood everywhere!

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Huang Zhenfeng looked at the standard long knives of the border army with a slightly rolled blade, while thinking that the inner armor of this group of old border soldiers who didn't know who had bought them was good, much better than that of the border army.

There were many corpses lying around him, and he had long been accustomed to this kind of bloody scene, but this time it was the Sheng Tang Dynasty who was killed, which would inevitably make his rock-solid heart feel a little uncomfortable.

Huang Zhenfeng, who was embarrassed, sighed and said, "Why bother." I don't know if anyone else will hear these two words at the foot of this eastern mountain.

But no matter whether anyone hears it or not, if he doesn't find the people he saved for a day, he will keep killing.

Huang Zhenfeng began to go up the mountain!

The ruggedness of the mountain road did not affect Huang Zhenfeng's pace at all, and he made his way to the top of Dongshan, and then squinted his eyes, as if to interrogate where the kid was.

Nature quickly gave him back, and his ears moved slightly, as if he heard the sound of some kind of sharp weapon breaking the wind, and then his heart suddenly cooled half.

"Is this bullying?" Huang Zhenfeng muttered, and then without hesitation, she took the fastest way to find the sound, and jumped off the cliff.

The same scenery in the mountains and forests quickly swept past Huang Zhenfeng, and after falling sharply off the cliff, he stretched out his left hand, and gently supported it the moment he fell to the ground, and then his body suddenly disappeared in place!

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The sound of breaking wind that Huang Zhenfeng heard came from the flying sword.

This flying sword was about two fingers longer than the bursting three-inch cold mang, and it was also two points more powerful.

After making contact with it, the Green Feather Arrow had to change its rules and burrow headlong into the dirt, making a thumb-sized but unfathomable hole in the ground.

The flying sword struck again after circling in a circle, and Zhang Xiaodao resolutely put away the white jade bow, and his heart was cold to the extreme.

He would not have thought that Zhao Zhigang still had a flying sword in his hand, and Zhao Zhigang never thought that he would be forced out of a second flying sword here.

However, after this flying sword was revealed, Zhang Xiaodao's was indeed in a desperate situation.

The flying sword sped like a streamer, grinding into the air with a sharp sound.

Zhang Xiaodao didn't come out of the knife, but his feet were slightly divided, and his right hand grabbed the handle of the knife!

When the flying sword light in front of him was at its peak, his thumb turned a little white with a slight force, and he reprimanded in a low voice: "Out!"

After the word appeared, Zhang Xiaodaoqi walked with his heart, his heart walked with his hands, and his hands walked at will.

"Bang!"

A pure white horse suddenly ran out, and countless fallen leaves danced with it!

Suddenly, the flying sword like a streamer was hit on the sword body, and it suddenly rose into the air without making any sound.

Zhao Zhigang's eyes showed a strange look, he had absolute confidence in his second flying sword, even if his own state was not at the peak at this time, but not to mention killing one Zhang Xiaodao, even ten was enough in his opinion.

However, this young man under the cultivation level only took out the sheath and flew the flying sword, which was already a bit shocking.

But even so, so what?

Zhao Zhigang pinched the sword trick in his hand and made a gesture of gently pressing down!

The flying sword flying in mid-air fell suddenly, and the moment Zhang Xiaodao raised his head, he already realized that he had no time to make a knife.

Stepping on the rotten leaves, Zhang Xiaodao suddenly took a step back, and the flying sword flew straight down and slammed after piercing a green leaf, and hit head-on!

At this time, it is not as good as before, not to mention that the snow has come out of the sheath, and Zhang Xiaodao does not have so much preparation time is the most important.

His only choice now is to make a sword, but he has to make it thousands of times, thousands of times, before he has a chance to block this sword!

The falling snow long knife does not wait for the flying sword to get close, and cuts through a hundred cold rays!

In the forest, the sound of the chaotic Jin Ge symphony resounded through the world.

Zhao Zhigang's rough fingers that pinched out the sword technique had turned into phantoms.

The flying sword suddenly stabbed out thousands of swords with the falling snow knife, Zhao Zhigang's face became more and more ugly, and gradually some incredible looks began to appear.

He couldn't imagine that someone could swing a knife as fast as a flying sword, and even more so that every knife of Zhang Xiaodao was not perfunctory, it had been accurately calculated, and different moves were used in the snap of his fingers, but it was the most suitable move to block.

This rapid drum beat that can break people's hearts ended quickly, Zhao Zhigang recalled the flying sword, Zhang Xiaodao suddenly took three steps back, and the tiger's mouth was full of blood!

"Even so, can you block ten thousand swords?" Zhao Zhigang asked softly, but the huge amount of vitality consumed in his body was quickly replied.

Zhang Xiaodao looked at Zhao Zhigang, whose face was flushed, his sword eyebrows were deeper, he didn't have the strength to speak, before that, he swung out one thousand and thirty-six knives in an instant, this number doesn't seem to be big, but the energy, vitality, and concentration consumed in it are immeasurable!

"Go on, I'm here to see how long you can last. ”

Zhang Xiaodao pulled the corner of his left mouth and said, "You carved it in white when I was the [Spring] Palace?"

Zhao Zhigang naturally didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, he snorted lightly, and the flying sword seemed to be infused with infinite power again, and it turned sharply.

Zhang Xiaodao squinted, and the blood on the tiger's mouth flowed down the handle on the blade, this time he no longer debuted on the spot, his feet slammed on, splashed countless mud, and rushed straight to the flying sword!

"Looking for death!" Zhao Zhigang snorted coldly, the flying sword groaned lightly, and his body turned into ten, ten into hundred, and actually blocked a piece of blue!

Zhang Xiaodao, who jumped up, looked solemn, the falling snow long knife couldn't cut through the sky to make God really snow, and he couldn't tell the truth in front of him, and it was not difficult for him to distinguish the truth from the fake.

The Falling Snow Long Knife resolutely cut through the sky at this moment, and a silver light disturbed countless flying sword phantoms.

Immediately after, the vitality in his body burst out majestically, turning into countless sharp blades and swarming out into the sky, completely blowing away the phantom, leaving only the flying sword itself.

However, the swift flying sword had already come to his eyes at this time, the falling snow knife in his hand was still rising, and it was impossible for his body in mid-air to make a large dodge action.

Zhao Zhigang laughed out loud and said softly, "Hurry!" The flying sword in mid-air suddenly disappeared in front of Zhang Xiaodao's eyes.

Zhang Xiaodao forcibly twisted in mid-air, and in the moment when the flying sword broke through his leather armor and splashed the dander, his pair of sword eyebrows became even more profound.

The surging vitality came out of his eyes invisibly, enveloping the flying sword, delaying the moment of the flying sword, but it could not be stopped, and the flying sword pierced Zhang Xiaodao's right arm and arm, bringing up a puddle of blood flowers.

Zhao Zhigang noticed Zhang Xiaodao's methods, but he didn't care.

Zhang Xiaodao was injured and injured, in his opinion, there was only room for survival, he didn't think that Zhang Xiaodao still had the ability to fight again, and immediately called for a flying sword to pierce Zhang Xiaodao's head.

Then Zhao Zhigang raised his head with extreme contempt, looked at Zhang Xiaodao who landed in a half-squatting position, looked at Zhang Xiaodao who was unbearable, and did not speak, but looked forward to the scene of Zhang Xiaodao's head being pierced in the next moment.

However, after landing on the ground, Zhang Xiaodao did not breathe, nor did he feel the inconvenience caused by the wound, and stepped out and came to Zhao Zhigang in an instant.

Zhao Zhigang only felt a flower in front of him, and subconsciously called for the flying sword, but now the flying sword was thirty or forty steps away from here, and Zhang Xiaodao picked up the falling snow long knife at this time!

The long knife of falling snow turned into a half-moon, and the air wave came to the face.

Zhao Zhigang was a little panicked at first, and then suddenly took a step back, feeling the edge of the falling snow knife like day, which made people feel cold, but he also lost his panic at this moment.

The flying sword that came in a hurry came first, and Zhang Xiaodao came into contact with the flying sword as if he had a long eye in the back of his head, but only changed the piercing direction of the flying sword.

The flying sword that crossed from the big arm came to Zhao Zhigang's face, Zhao Zhigang's heart was even more condensed, but he suddenly saw a pair of red eyes!

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Thirty steps, thirty knives, thirty swords!

Zhang Xiaodao was like a tiger in the mountains, not afraid of pain, forcing Zhao Zhigang into the depths of the dense forest all the way.

Even though the flying sword made him brush shoulders with death every time, he unswervingly wielded the falling snow knife!

In Zhao Zhigang's view, this kind of life-for-life style of play is a dog jumping off the wall in a hurry, watching the fierce Zhang Xiaodao being scraped into a bloody man by the flying sword, Zhao Zhigang waited for him to patiently manipulate the flying sword and wait for him to fall.

However, he never fell!

Another thirty steps, Zhao Zhigang had already lost his square inch, and the flying sword passed through Zhang Xiaodao's body, and this guy didn't seem to be aware of it.

His blade never blocks the flying sword, but only uses the blade to avoid the key points as much as possible!

And what made Zhao Zhigang feel even more unreasonable was that Zhang Xiaodao's falling snow knife did not become weak due to excessive bleeding in his body, but became more and more powerful and crazy!

Naturally, it was impossible for him to know that Zhang Xiaodao had never stopped from the day he decided to practice the knife, and it was even more impossible for him to know how much sweat Zhang Xiaodao had spent!

At this moment, Zhang Xiaodao's knife momentum is as vibrant as early spring, a knife is stronger than a knife, and it is full of stamina!

At this moment, his sword momentum changed from time to time, and it turned sharply like the sky was cracking, and the rubble was flying!

At this moment, more than 100 days and nights of hard work and sweat, tens of thousands of pebbles crumbling and separating are all vividly reflected in the knife momentum, perfect sublimation!