"Yes. ”

The masked man answered Jing Ming's question head-on, it was these three people who wanted to kill him with the vegetables in his eyes.

The three gentlemen pounced at the same time, the faces of several people looked like a general appearance, the number of body styles/kung fu paths was not the same, and the speed of the pounce was also completely the same, only to see the three colors of gray, black, and green in a slight flicker to Jing Ming, the gray-shirted swordsman's means were sharp, he pinched a sword trick to kill, the sword light shook, Jing Ming's body took a step back, the sword in his hand was a sword that fused the golden dragon's backbone and the emperor's fire, and the sword blade was handed out to kill with the gray-shirted swordsman, but in a few blinks of an eye, the two fought no less than ten times.

At this moment, the swordsman, known as the Holy Monarch, took a step back.

The Demon Lord's knife was connected flawlessly, the blade was blackened into a black light, Jing Ming's long sword provoked the knife to hold the knife at the same time, the sword in the hands of the gray-shirted Saint Monarch stabbed from the armpit of the Demon Lord at a perverse angle, the young man had to take a step back, the Demon Lord picked up a knife, raised his leg and stepped down, the soles of his feet whirred like a chaotic knife whistling, the Demon Lord has practiced the knife since he was a child, and he has long practiced to the point where the knife intent runs through the whole body, whether it is out of the palm or out of the foot, with the shadow of the knife technique, if this foot is stepped on, the chest must be broken.

Jing Ming threw one foot back, leaned forward and slammed his fist into the sole of the Demon Lord's foot, which was able to knock him back.

Without warning, the boy took a step back.

Just where he was standing just now, a green light fell straight up, and the dragon rose up in a majestic way, the dragon's mouth opened wide and fell If it weren't for Jing Ming's quick retreat, it would almost be swallowed in one bite, and after the green light landed, it was a sonorous sound, and at this moment I knew that it was not a divine dragon at all, it was a green dragon-shaped spear, and the blade of the spear emitted this pungent smell, which should have been fed with poison.

"Hehe~~"

The masked man's laughter rang out, and the gray-shirted, green-shirted, and black-shirted people had already retreated behind him, and said, "Now that Childe has recognized the strength of our Dark Night Thirty-Five?"

Jing Ming put the sword in front of him, pressed one hand on it, raised the other hand and raised a finger, shook it, still not enough to see.

The man under the mask sneered.

He is a person who has achieved great things, those who have achieved great things are not informal, and those who have achieved great things are also angry, Jing Ming's refusal made him a little angry, he stepped back step by step and sat back on the Taishi chair, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

This time, it was the Demon Lord Black-shirted Swordsman who took the lead in launching a strong attack on Jing Ming.

The demon lord slashed the knife to the left side of the young man, and when there was still an inch away, the other hand raised a palm and pressed it, the knife qi that was not weak and flashed this black light was rising heavily, and also left a palm-like knife qi to advance towards Jing Ming together with the knife, at the same time, the retreat on the right side of the young man was also sealed, the gray-shirted swordsman pinched the sword trick with one hand, and the tip of the sword was pointed in the air many times, and each landing point would leave a silver-white sword qi in the air, and more than ten of them were combined to form a flower bud that was about to bloom, and it would swallow people when it bloomedOn the one hand, there is swordsmanship, a demon and a saint, the two seem to be incompatible, when these two people use at the same time, the saint and the demon complement each other, and the sword is connected to the end of the sword, like an open pocket to put the boy into it in one fell swoop.

It seems that the interlocking links have become a dead end with no way out, but Jing Ming is particularly simple when it is broken.

First, he stabbed the long sword in his hand forward and used the Qingshan martial arts line out of the rotten street, and the landing point was the fusion of the Demon Monarch's sword technique and the Holy Monarch's sword technique, and the sword momentum that seemed to be porcelain was suddenly the only one.

Jing Ming didn't pay attention to the knife that was cut out first, and no matter how he looked at it, he twisted the sword in his hand and slashed to the right side, which was another move.

The sword slashed through the outermost sword qi petals, progressively breaking open one petal, then breaking open, and finally slashing out from the other side, and the bells and whistles of the sword flower became two petals.

At this time, the young man turned around and slashed his sword.

It was too late, and the blade was just enough to catch the blade.

Jing Ming was not injured at all, the palm condensed by the knife qi was printed on his body, his face was slightly pale, as if the power of this palm would be rear, Jing Ming's body paused for a second, and then jumped away from the spot, again, the poisonous monarch wearing this green shirt seemed to jump out of the air, holding the gun in both hands like a big dragon and smashing down, Jing Ming had already noticed the lurking poisonous monarch, knowing that his own strength could no longer jump away from this quagmire, and took the palm of the demon monarch in danger, and retreated with his strength.

The body method seems to be shocking, but the good-looking ones are not good.

In fact, it was very dangerous, the tip of the green dragon spear was inserted into the boy's chest and cut, the placket was cut, and the skin was slightly red, and there was a slight green in the red.

In the words of the masked man: "The Poison Monarch is as his name suggests, not to mention the first-class marksmanship, and the use of poison is the real unpredictable ability." ”

Although the spear did not cut through the skin, the boy had already been hit.

Jing Ming only felt that his head was dizzy, and his physical state was like a weak reef in a monstrous wave, and waves kept slapping on his body, not knowing when he would be smashed.

"Hehe~~"

The masked man still smiled like that and said, "Childe, is it urgent to regret it now?"

From the confrontation to the present, Jing Ming has taken a total of three steps back, and behind his body is the root of the wall, leaning against the wall and spitting a slightly fishy smell, his voice is quite loud and full of energy, and he said, "I regret your uncle." ”

This time, it was Jing Ming's turn to take the lead in attacking, and he rushed forward with his sword in stride.

The Black-Shirted Demon Lord glanced back at the Gray-Shirted Saint Monarch.

Whether it was the black-shirted Demon Monarch or the gray-shirted Saint Monarch or even the green Poison Monarch, his face was cold from the beginning, and there was never a trace of superfluous expression and smile.

With just one glance, the Holy Monarch understood the meaning of the Demon Lord.

The Holy Monarch took a step back and put on a posture of sword edge, the sword in the hand of the Holy Monarch was that he completed an impossible task for others, and the Dark Night Organization gave him a famous sword that was not weak, and this move was also said at the moment, called the sword pointing to the sky, the sky can have eyes, and a big eye phantom appeared on the tip of the sword, and the surrounding air suddenly sank when it opened and closed.

Jing Ming, who was rushing forward, sank slightly, and the power of his big eyes shrouded his body.

The Demon Lord Swordsman has not been idle, he has taken the same path as Jing Ming, Wufu.

Striding forward, the momentum is more than Jing Ming, the speed is faster than Jing Ming, the young man only took a step, this guy has already taken three steps, the knife in his hand is horizontal, Jing Ming is carrying the faint poisonous gas in his body at the same time in the sword path Tianyan oppression, choosing to go toe-to-toe with the Demon Monarch swordsman.

True Qi kept pouring into the sword and slashing together with the sword.

There was a muffled thunder, and the swords struck together, and the tea bowl that Jing Ming drank on the table couldn't resist the impact, and shattered into four petals on the spot.

"Haha~~"

It was Jing Ming who laughed.

The Demon Lord, who was supposed to be like a tiger, was invincible, and he half-bowed his palm to the ground, and slid out at least three steps in a row.

Jing Ming lifted his sword and said, "I'm coming." ”

The Demon Lord's face was still that cold face, his knife first swung forward and then kicked out in one step, the momentum was faster than just now, and it was almost at the peak, close to Jing Ming's body The demon knife was raised high, and the sword qi that was originally cut out suddenly merged into the magic knife, at this moment it can be said that it has completely reached the peak of the knife momentum, and following the Demon Lord's chopping down is like the Milky Way Heavenly Water pouring down.

Jing Ming's sword has never been simple...... Effective.

The sword drew a circle on the top of the head, and all the sword qi was taken without leakage, and the sword body shook the knife river out of a step, and then took a step under his feet, the sword was raised and split, and suddenly the galaxy knife that rushed to the front of him again was divided into two and a half, and the sword intent continued to take the demon lord, and he hit his body half kneeling on the ground, stabbing the knife into the ground and dragging out a deep ditch nearly one meter long before barely stopping.

"Good sword~~"

The masked man drank tea, and when he put down the tea bowl, his eyelids lifted and praised.

Combined with the current scene of Jing Ming splitting the knife river and retreating one meter from the enemy, this is too much like praising him, thinking carefully about the relationship between the two, even if the mask man's face is thick, I am afraid he can't boast about it.

The Demon Lord Swordsman stood up, the jet-black knife in his hand swirled in a circle, and as the blade slashed, the sword qi that was originally permeated and oppressed around was all poured into the knife.

The Demon Monarch and the Holy Monarch took a step forward, and there were no less than fifty corpses around Qingshan who died under the swords of the two of them, and these fifty bodies had never seen the sword melting sword soul, and the sword took the sword momentum, and now Jing Ming saw it, if there was really such a thing as the underworld hell, I don't know if the fifty or so souls would squat on the steps of the hell to watch Jing Ming die or not.

The masked man said, "Good knife!"

Combined with this sound, it can be concluded that it is not Jing Ming who is boasting, but the sword in the hands of the Demon Monarch and the Holy Monarch.

Jing Ming couldn't help but laugh and said, "What a stinky fart." ”

The young man took a total of three steps back, the previous two times to repel the Demon Lord had already taken two steps, at this moment he was taking a step, and suddenly the breath on his body was natural, the Demon Lord and the Holy Monarch's sword had been cut down, and a figure swept up from the ground, he was very fast, so fast that the sword of the Demon Lord and the Holy Monarch became a stinky fart, Jing Ming suddenly appeared in front of the Demon Monarch, and it was a very close distance, so close that the two of them were only two fingers apart from each other.

The Demon Lord looked at the boy with a cold face.

The young man looked at him, his eyes were a little cold, a little ruthless, and the sword in his hand hung like a sugar gourd with three bodies, a demon monarch, a holy monarch, and a poison monarch.

How did the poison king come up, the guy who likes to hide bumped into it headlong by himself.