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"The width of the desert, the control of others' strengths, trapping the opponent and losing his direction. To read the latest chapters, please lock in the Aishang Novel Network biquge.info "Egret Fei sighed softly, it's not bad at all, it hasn't changed at all......

Huang He deserved to be the third in the Jin Kingdom, and under his obstruction, Shengnan was like a cocoon, trapped in the momentum, and embarked on a dead end!

Stiffly retreating, parrying, mania and commotion took over all intentions, as if there was a hot fire tumbling in the heart, and the feeling was really numb.

At this moment, there was a long sound of ancient flute in my ears, the music was very delicate, I don't know which direction, no matter how far away, after all, it was like a breeze and drizzle into the heart, lingering for a long time, suddenly, the inextricable depression began to be released, the scorching flames were completely extinguished, and the senseless shackles were broken free.

Yes, there must be someone who is secretly helping him!

So clean up the mess and make a new shot, from the moment you shoot, you are destined to be more exciting in the next moment.

The sudden intervention of this music actually made the battle situation turn sharply, Huang He's face sank, it was no longer as relaxed as Fang Cai, and Bai Lufei stretched his brows: "Yes, this is the real hatred knife momentum......

There is no distracting thoughts, and there is no hatred knife provoked by demons......

Huang He didn't speak, but from his expression, Bai Lufei could see through his psychology, and he was afraid that the weight of this opponent needed him Huang He to re-weigh it!

In just half a burnt of incense, and the rhythm of the sound of the flute, as soon as the hating knife embarked on the journey, it began to engulf and slash!

It is difficult to beat the momentum of drinking and hating the knife to break the east sky and sweep the west sky, the more lofty mountains such as grinding the plains, and the crazy sand is still pinching mud pills.

Holding the knife, empty qiē, drinking and hating, the qi can cut off the blade of the absolute desert knife, and the force is never hindered!

The war is still in the mirror, and the storm has come down from the knife!

"Very good, this is Chu Jiang's ...... of drinking and hating knives" Egret Fei said happily, Huang He wants to win him, I'm afraid there will still be difficulties!

The confrontation between the Drinking Hate Knife and the Absolute Desert Knife was silently remembered by the night, the black clouds covered the sky, and the fifth day of the tenth month was about to end.

The night unconsciously ventured into the sword light, and was cut down into a section of black, no matter how vast it is, it is an accessory to this duel!

Huang Hego obviously will not be covered by this momentum and defeat immediately, with the Absolute Desert Knife in hand, he can reverse the battle situation at any time, but he doesn't dare to slack off......

Whether it's evenly divided, or a little better, he has been shocked by Lin Qian's wonderful sword technique, and he can't win for a long time, let alone break through!

At this moment, a woman's voice came: "Crane go, do you need my help?"

Sheng Nan was startled, and woke up from the sound of the flute, the helper Huang He went to was a middle-aged beauty who was as cold as ice, if she didn't guess wrong, she should be the wife of the leader of the Yimai Mountain Alliance, and the cold who fell in love with the egret because she couldn't fly!

Like her name, she had a cold feeling on her face except for gloom.

Egret Fei was also stunned: "Cold!"

Not only was she alone, but she was followed by a large group of people, men and women, expressionless, with fierce eyes, all of whom seemed to be dead.

The cold appearance distracted Shengnan somewhat, and at this moment, he was unguarded by the temptation of Huang He's internal force, and he was unloaded with most of the offensive under the continuous internal force, and at the same time saw a trace of surprise on Huang He's face, which was exactly the same as Xue Wuru's face at that time.

"He's not passing on his skills through objects, he's using 'absorbing new **', Shengnan, this is a kind of crooked and evil kung fu, specializing in absorbing people's internal force, you must not be fooled!"

"Does he have internal strength?" Huang He smiled coldly, and caught Shengnan's weakness with a crooked attack. Egret Fei was stunned for a moment, and chuckled coldly: "Hego, a kid with insufficient internal strength can delay you for so long, you are really ashamed of the third ranking!"

Before she finished speaking, she unexpectedly grabbed the hidden weapon in her hand and hit Shengnan directly: "I'll make up for this mistake for you!"

Shengnan was still being sucked firmly by the yellow crane at that time, where could he move, the cold speed was so fast, he couldn't escape this catastrophe, and his right arm was in sharp pain...... No, he didn't let go, he didn't admit defeat, he clenched the hateful knife hard, the sound of the flute was still there, and he could actually fight back......

Huang He went to see him in the cone, sneered, and kicked him with a kick!

Egret Fei watched Lin Shengnan being kicked down from the ravine by him, falling down the hillside, and then there was no sound, so he climbed to the edge of the cliff in shock, and looked down sadly, although the mountains in Huainan are not high, but the dangerous rocks and rapids here, Shengnan was kicked down by the yellow crane again, obviously more than lucky!

"Big brother, if you don't reduce your money, you can only affect more people. He said coldly and softly, and his words were full of viciousness.

"Why did you kick him down the mountain?!" Egret Fei glared at Yellow Crane with anxiety and hatred written in his expression.

"Don't worry, I'll go find his body immediately. Bingbing, you take the eldest brother away first!" Huang He went to look back at the bottom of the mountain, it was a blur, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Why did I kick him down the mountain? Could it be that his knife skills really make me care?

A trace of cold sweat suddenly flowed on Huang He's cheeks.

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