The branch in the black-clothed ghost-faced hand stabbed at Leng Buyu, and the white sword firefly candle in Leng Buyu's left hand threw out a sword flower, holding the sword in his backhand, blocking the branch of the black-clothed ghost-faced. Another branch of the black-clothed ghost stabbed out again, and this way of making a move made Leng Buyu a little puzzled.

This kind of move is not like swordsmanship, but more like double spear technique.

Fighting for life and death, the most taboo hesitate and hesitate. Leng Buyu twisted out the black broken army sword in his right hand, according to his thoughts, he should be able to twist this branch. But when the broken sword touched the branch, the branch only trembled slightly, not to mention twisted, and no faint sword marks were left.

Leng Buyu couldn't help but be stunned, and it was also the gap of this stunned that the black-clothed ghost face put a foot on Leng Buyu's chest and kicked him out.

Leng Bu retreated with light steps, a few turns, and regained his balance.

"Who is Your Excellency?"

The black-clothed ghost couldn't help but snort coldly, and replied: "Wandering around the rivers and lakes is a happy revenge, a sword fight, why do you need to know who your surname is?"

Leng Bu silent, the white sword and candle in his left hand were inserted back into the scabbard, holding the black sword with both hands, his eyes were fierce, and without waiting for the other party to say another word, his body was like an arrow from the string, and he rushed over. I can't see the face of the ghost in black, I don't know if he is sneering at this moment, or something else.

The broken army sword slashed from the right side, and the black-clothed ghost faced a thorn in the branch in his left hand, and the end of the branch hit the tip of the sword. The steps were unsteady, the black sword broke the army and made a buzzing sound, and the hand holding the sword couldn't stop trembling.

Leng Bu couldn't help but secretly marvel in his heart, which side of this black-clothed ghost face is sacred, fighting with himself, how can he feel like a child, being played by the other party, and he has no power to parry.

At this moment, he has no fear, and he has no intention of retreating. The black sword in his hand was inserted into the stone slab with his backhand, and with a pull of his right hand, he tore off the wide cloak. The cloak was tossed aside, and he wore an ice-blue gold-colored military robe, with three short swords on a cowhide belt on his chest, one color of cowhide, one brown, and one yellow. Behind his back were two slightly exposed scabbard tails, one black and one white, behind his waist, with a white hilt on the left and an empty on the right.

The black-clothed ghost face stared at the iron belt around Leng Buyu's waist again, and his eyes that were not covered by the mask showed approval. How could there be such a skilled craftsman in the world who could create such a delicate soft sword?

Leng Buyu pulled out the three short swords, and held one between the index finger and middle finger, the middle finger and the ring finger, and the ring finger and little finger of his left hand. With another movement of his right hand, he pulled out the black sword that went deep into the stone slab, and his figure flickered, charging towards the black-clothed ghost.

The black-clothed ghost face stood still, and the branch in his left hand threw out a beautiful sword flower as he had done before, and then shook it in his hand. Looking at his posture, it is not like the previous double spear technique, and now it looks more like a double sword.

Leng Buyu couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the current posture of the black-clothed ghost face, but then his eyes looked even more excited. The black sword in the right hand broke the army first, and it was a stabbing sword. The black-clothed ghost's steps moved back slightly, and the branch in his left hand slashed horizontally. The timing was right, and the end of the branch hit the black sword that broke the army of Leng Buyu, and the black sword broke the sword trembling slightly, and Leng Bu only felt that his right hand was shaking, and even a little numb.

Since he is a sword master, he doesn't say whether swordsmanship is the best in the world, but only the battles he has experienced, and he will not be less. Leng Buyu took advantage of the momentum and swirled to the left, his left arm stretched out, and the three short swords between the fingers of his left hand scraped like the claws of a lion against the face armor of the black-clothed ghost. The corners of the black-clothed ghost's face covered by the mask couldn't help but hook slightly, and he smiled evilly.

I didn't see any movement from the black-clothed ghost face, but he just gently picked it with the branch in his right hand, and the short sword between the ring finger and the little finger was struggling, and as soon as his hands were loosened, the short sword of cowhide color was directly knocked out. The short sword took off his hand, flew out four or five feet, and shot into the big tree on the side, and the sword body was submerged, leaving a sword hilt empty.

Although he was frightened, even if the sword in his hand was broken during the battle, it was not good to stop there. Silently, after his body whirled, he still used the power of whirlwind, and the black sword in his right hand broke the army, turned into a sharp arrow, and was thrown out by him. It is fierce and breaks through the wind.

This time, the black-clothed ghost face was no longer as casual as teasing a three-year-old child, and his body was like a ghost, avoiding the black sword. In the next moment, the black-clothed ghost face arrived in front of Leng Buyu, and Leng Buyu gasped, and the black-clothed ghost face couldn't help but break up, let go of his left hand, and let the branch fall to the ground. Then, the empty left hand clenched into a fist and slammed a fist into Leng Buyu's jaw.

This punch was powerful, and he felt that his jaw bone was shattered, and his body was also knocked nearly a foot away, and then fell to the ground heavily.

Before he landed, the black-clothed ghost raised his right foot and stepped down heavily. Leng Bu rolled to the left, and then the carp rolled, and then the dragonfly dotted the water a few feet back, and opened the distance from the black-clothed ghost. Wen Ting Pavilion

The black-clad ghost face stood still, he turned his head to look at the black sword breaker who had also been shot into and even through the trunk of the tree, and then looked at the branch he was holding in his right hand. Leng Buyu thought that this black-clothed ghost face would throw away the branches, and walked over to pull out the black sword breaking army, but how did he know, the five fingers of his right hand loosened and gripped, and the branches were held tighter.

The branch of the tree stabbed forward with a sword, and assumed the posture of an immortal pointing the way.

Leng Bu said that his throat was slightly sweet, and then he spat a mouthful of black blood like spitting, vomited blood, and wiped the back of his right hand away, causing a blood stain on his entire mouth. As soon as the fingers of Leng Buyu's left hand loosened, the brown and yellow short swords fell, and the same left hand, swept over, holding the two short swords in his hands.

Then I saw him throw it to the right, and a short sword was thrown to his right hand, and one in each hand, like an assassin.

The black-clothed ghost looked interesting, and couldn't help but smile in his heart, this kid, do you really don't know what the power gap is?

If this black-clothed ghost face is sympathetic to the juniors, it will naturally let him be silent, but it's a pity, it's a pity, this black-clothed ghost face is just a master who puts the fairness of the battle first. Without waiting for Leng Buyu to make a move, he appeared in front of Leng Buyu again like a ghost. Along with him, the branch of the tree that he used as a sword pierced the cold and silent abdomen.

Although it is not a sword in its hand, its power is greater than that of a sword.

Leng Buyu was really trembling this time, but the instinct of years of sword practice made him lean sideways to Party B, and then the short sword in his left hand was picked up from the bottom and hit the branch in the hand of the black-clothed ghost. After this action, the branch was not picked up as expected, but was only attached to the short sword. Without waiting for a breath, the short sword in Leng Buzhi's right hand stabbed out again, not to hurt the opponent, the target was the wrist of the right hand of the black-clothed ghost.

This series of actions, although it was crushed, was still clear. The black-clothed ghost face was even more happy in his heart, but he had no intention of continuing to avoid it. Before the short sword of Leng Bu touched him, the black-clothed ghost raised his foot and kicked Leng Bu in the abdomen, knocking it three or four feet away again, until it hit the high wall on the side.

This kick, this impact, Leng Bu really felt as if the bones of his whole body were shattered. He had a little fear of this black-clothed ghost face in his heart, and compared with fear, he was more curious about what kind of sacredness this black-clothed ghost face was, it was so fierce, like an insurmountable mountain, standing in front of people.

And the black-clothed ghost face simply threw away the branch in his right hand this time, and rushed over with this fist.

Leng Bu pulled his body out of the wall, and there was a sunken human figure in his original position. Before dodging, the fist of the black-clothed ghost had already smashed into the wall, and the wall that was one foot or two feet thick was knocked out of a fist-sized hole by this punch.

Silently dodged, the man in black chased, punch after punch, and I don't know which family behind this high wall, the good wall, was so tragically punched out of one fist-sized hole after another.

Leng Bu is naturally unintentional who the owner of this house is, and now, saving his life and fighting back is the most important. I saw that his left and right hands came out together, and the two short swords were shot out like deadly darts in the hands of the snitch, and the sound of breaking the wind still echoed in my ears.

And the black-clothed ghost face rushed over with the two short swords, and at the moment when the short sword approached, one of them lowered his waist, and then stretched out his hands and grabbed it upward, and the two seven-star short swords were directly held in the hands of the black-clothed ghost face.

I thought that this black-clothed ghost was going to use these two short swords as weapons to fight with Leng Buzhi, but as soon as he let go of his hands, there was a "clanging" sound, and the short sword fell to the ground.

The black-clothed ghost looked at Leng Bu with a straight face, he finally opened his mouth, his voice was harsh and ugly, and he said: "The power of the Sword Saint, but that's it!"

Whether it is a literati or a martial artist, although there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts, he is really willing to bow to the upper hand, and he has to admit defeat. But if he is humiliated by his opponent, the literati may wait for an opportunity to retaliate, while the martial artist will only fight with his life.

Leng Bu stood in place, holding the white sword hilt with his left hand, and with a "poof", the white sword candle was pulled out again.

The cold and silent eyes changed, fierce and ruthless, and the breath of death permeated and corroded. Seeing the appearance of Leng Buyu, the black-clothed ghost face also laughed, and heard him say: "Okay, let's take a look below, what is the ability of the so-called contemporary sword saint?"