"Long Cheng Fei will have a sword, how dare Huma spend Yin Mountain!"

With a word of arrogance, the white sword candle has been pierced out, this sword, not seeing the wind rising, not hearing the dragon's groan, it is really silent. It's a pity, it's a pity, in the eyes of the black-clothed ghost, this sword is too slow.

The black-clothed ghost's face moved, and he turned into a ghost and rushed again, and on the side of his body, an elbow struck the right shoulder of the cold silence. Coldly silent, but the corners of his mouth were hooked, and he smiled evilly, if the treacherous plan succeeded. With a movement of his left foot, he kicked a short sword on the ground under the two of them, and the short sword flew up and was held in his left hand.

Just as the elbow blow of the black-clothed ghost face was about to hit him in the shoulder, Leng Buzhi's body sank into a whirlwind, and the short sword in his left hand was slashed with a dagger. This trick, although insidious, has a miraculous effect. The black-clothed ghost didn't have time to accept it, his forearm was slashed by a short sword, the black-clothed clothes were cracked, and the skin and flesh were even more open.

It's strange that this blow was cold and silent, but this black-clothed ghost face didn't shed a drop of blood.

Fighting and fighting is the most taboo hesitation and hesitation, and hesitation is silent, and the black-clothed ghost face will not let go of this gap. I saw this black-clothed ghost face stick out his hands and make iron hooks, clasping Leng Buyu's shoulders. The moment his shoulders were buckled, he felt that his collarbone hurt coldly, as if he was about to be shattered.

The black-clothed ghost stepped hard, his body rushed forward, and he was knocked against the wall again without saying a word, this time, the sound was thunderous, and the dust and smoke were everywhere.

This is a cold silence in the name of a contemporary sword saint, this time it is really as if the bones of the whole body are shattered, and it is difficult to move again.

This should have been the best chance for the black-clothed ghost face to attack and take his life, but he stopped, stood in a cold position, and did not move. Half of his silent body sank into the wall, and he tried to move, but he couldn't pull his body out of the wall. He had to be like a woman, vicious, staring at the black-clothed ghost.

The black-clothed ghost couldn't help but sneer, and then mocked, and said, "Contemporary Sword Saint, is it so capable? It seems that the eternal sword path is broken in the present day." ”

Leng Bu was even more angry, if he humiliated himself, it would be fine, he had to admit that the other party was a master, a master who could easily deprive himself of his life, but even so, the other party could not humiliate Kendo like this.

Leng Bu didn't know where to get the strength, and with a roar, he pulled himself out of the wall. At the moment when his body was free, the white sword and candle in his hand did not waste this opportunity, and attacked with a sword through the clouds. There was surprise in the eyes of the black-clad ghost, followed by approval.

Despite this, his body is really agile, and he will be stabbed through the air after all. The black-clothed ghost face grabbed his left hand and clasped it towards the wrist of his right hand that was silent. At this time, Leng was silent, the fingers of his right hand were dexterous, and he turned the white sword candle in his hand and shook it with his backhand.

The black-clothed ghost face withdrew his hand, if it was forcibly deducted, even if he broke his cold wrist, his forearm would definitely be pierced by this candle sword, which would hurt the enemy by eight hundred, and self-damage by one thousand, which was not a cost-effective deal.

Leng Bu silently held the sword in his backhand, slashing again and again, whether left or right, up or down, and his body swirled, increasing his strength. But every sword will still be dodged by this black-clothed ghost face in the right place.

Leng Bu knew that his injuries were completely down, and if he didn't do his best, not to mention winning the other party, he might die here. As soon as his heart was crossed, the white sword and candle in his hand shot out as a sharp arrow as before. This sword is still breaking the wind and the dragon's roar, and its momentum is fierce. The black-clothed ghost face also narrowly avoided it, and even on the armor, a small hole was cut by the white sword and firefly candle.

When the black-clothed ghost straightened his face, he heard a roar, and a silver-manged snake swam towards him. The figure of the black-clothed ghost moved, avoiding it. But then, Weng Ming's voice did not stop, and the silver light flashed again and again, attacking him. When the black-clothed ghost face and Leng Buyu opened a small distance, he saw clearly, and Leng Buyu's hand held a sword again.

This sword is more than three feet, nearly three feet and seven inches, and the hilt is one with the blade, and there is no sword blade. With the slight movement of Leng Buyu's wrist, the blade of this long sword suddenly shook like sparkling ripples. The black-clothed ghost smiled, and there was only excitement in the laughter, not contempt and ridicule.

The iron belt he had loved was finally revealed, and it was a soft sword.

"There's such an interesting thing in the Seven Star Sword, boy, what's the name of this soft sword?" 90 looked

Leng Buyu shook out a few ripple sword flowers again, and said in a cold voice: "Seven Star Sword, look at the mountains and rivers!"

"Looking at the mountains and rivers?"

Hearing the name, the black-clothed ghost couldn't help but be stunned. In front of his eyes, it was as if he had seen a battlefield full of bloody corpses, the earth was dyed red, with broken knives and halberds, and broken flags, and only the sound of the wind and the crows chirping, and he did not hear the words of people and weep.

And behold, every city under heaven, and the people are well. Peddlers and pawns, dignitaries and dignitaries, the streets are lively, and everyone is smiling.

The sword looks at the mountains and rivers, and the mountains and rivers are now safe?

The black-clothed ghost was distracted and hesitated. Seeing this opportunity, Leng Buyu would not miss it, his wrist moved slightly, and he didn't see Weng Ming, only heard the roar of the angry dragon. The software stabbed at the black-clothed ghostface, who was too late to come back to his senses, and let his body tremble, and the blade finally pierced his left shoulder.

But then Leng was silent and stunned again, and the soft sword was pulled out, and there was no blood. The black-clothed ghost face was accompanied by laughter, and the figure moved again, his right arm was straight, and he made a spear thrust. Leng Bu was on the side of his body, and the soft sword in his hand swung again, and the sword body was like a long whip, wrapping around the forearm of the black-clothed ghost. Then Leng Bu silently drew the sword hard, and the blade was withdrawn, but not to mention that the entire forearm of the black-clothed ghost face was cut off, only that under the broken black clothes, his forearm was not scarred.

This person, where is it sacred, martial arts cultivation is unfathomable, not to mention, this terrifying body alone, is it also copper skin and iron bones, and the blade is difficult to hurt in the slightest?

Just as Leng Bu silent's sword drawing action was stalemate, the black-clothed ghost raised his leg and kicked at Leng Bu Mian's door. Leng Buyu's wrist shook again, and the soft sword wrapped around the ankle of the black-clothed ghost face like a snake, and then Leng Buyu poured all his strength into the soft sword in his hand. Although I didn't see the bloody scene where the entire left foot of the black-clothed ghost face was removed, there was also a gain, and the black-clothed ghost-faced black fell out silently.

This time, it was no longer him who flew out, and it was not he who hit the big tree on the side of the road.

But the black-clothed ghost face flew out for more than a foot, and he adjusted his position in mid-air, like a civet cat, and landed steadily. He looked at Leng Bu, the fierceness in his eyes faded, and he was full of smiles. Leng was silent and was about to draw his sword, but the black-clothed ghost face stretched out his hand and made a stop.

The black-clothed ghost face spoke, his voice was no longer as harsh and ugly as before, his voice was like an ordinary man, rough and strong, and he said: "Boy, you won, you are indeed injured, you can see for yourself." ”

Leng Buyu was curious, he couldn't have imagined that he had finally hurt the other party after all his hard work. It's ridiculous to say that the contemporary sword master only hurt the opponent, and he was secretly happy in his heart, if it was spread out, it would really be shameless.

Leng Bu looked over, the black-clothed ghost stretched out his other hand, and there was a small blood mark on the position of the lifeline of his palm, and there was a red blood slowly flowing out.

Leng Buyu gasped, his pupils dilated, and he couldn't imagine that he had done such a good job, but he had only hurt the other party a little. But the next words of this black-clothed ghost face made Leng Bu almost break his sword and go into hiding.

Listening to his black-clothed ghost-faced voice helplessly, he said: "Fang Cai's action was too big, and if he was careless, his nails cut his palm, and he didn't bleed for many years, this feeling is really good." ”

The cold apnea, the brain is blank, this injury is actually the other party's own accident, accidentally injured himself. In his silent heart, he couldn't help but feel very sad, and his right hand tightly grasped the soft sword in his hand.

There was silence for a while, his cold and silent eyes were cold and fierce, and his voice was also cold with murderous intent, and he asked, "Who is Your Excellency?"

The black-clothed ghost-faced man laughed, and then replied: "Child, don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person, if you really want to talk about the title, you can call me grandpa!"