The sword is turbulent, and the blade of the sword is agile.

The thick long knife breaks through the air and roars, showing its domineering might.

The long sword shook off a cloud of sword flowers, stabbing from a tricky angle, exuding a gloomy and cold aura.

The sword is the main attack, and the sword is assisted.

As soon as the two of them made a move, they showed no mercy.

The sharp blade swept away, and even a boulder could be cut from it.

The long sword blocked the space where the boy was hiding from the other side, like a poisonous snake lurking in the shadows, ready to choose someone to devour.

The thin man and Ding Lao Er locked the young man's figure, and the swords were combined, intending to do it in one fell swoop.

Tens of thousands of people in the audience were holding a handful of cold sweat in their palms, and they watched each other tear their faces and shoot at the teenager desperately.

Dingding.

Two crisp sounds were heard in the air.

A long sword appeared in the young man's hand, and the weapons of the two were swept away in an instant.

"Boss Mo, don't keep your hands, shoulder to shoulder. ”

Ding Laoer's blood veins were released, and a shadow of Dapeng condensed behind him.

Pengzhi migrated to the south of the underworld, the water hit three thousand miles, and the one who swayed up was ninety thousand miles.

The shadow of the Dapeng displayed by Ding Lao Er, although it is not as brave as the legend, also has an awe-inspiring might.

His long knife seemed to have wings on it, and his speed and strength increased dramatically.

Ding Lao Er raised his knife with both hands, jumped high, and slashed forward.

The sword rays of several zhang were like cutting a crack in the space, and the power contained in it was extraordinary.

The thin man's long sword turned into countless afterimages, sending out a scream in the air.

A faint black light emanated from his blood, enveloping his whole body in a cloud of black aura.

A phantom figure also appeared behind him, which was a lifelike bat.

The long sword in his hand was served in the darkness, and only the cold light that flashed showed the bloodthirsty hideousness.

Ruan was soft and had the enemy on his back, and the Xinghang sword in his hand crossed the ethereal trajectory.

Wherever the blade went, the power of space flowed with it.

Ding Laoer's long knife intersected with Xinghang's sword, as if it had been cut on cotton, and it was powerless.

Carrying the power of Dapeng, it weighs more than hundreds of thousands of catties.

The opponent's weapon carried a huge suction, guiding Ding Laoer's long knife to hit Mo Laoda's long sword.

Boss Mo struck the thick sword body with several swords, bursting out with a few sparks.

Ding Laoer's long knife couldn't hold back, and it fell heavily to the ground, forming a deep ravine.

With the strength of his arms, he lifted the long knife and lifted it diagonally upward.

Boss Mo's whole body was hidden in the black qi, and the long sword was pointed out again, like the teeth of a poisonous snake, and wiped it on the young man's throat.

Ruan Ruan turned lightly under his feet, detached from the sandwich of the two, his shoulder hit Ding Laoer's side, and the long sword was impartially picked at Boss Mo's head.

Ding Lao Er's body staggered, and the long knife could only change direction and slam towards the ground before he stabilized his footsteps.

He turned around and saw that the young man's long sword was pointing at Boss Mo, and he hurriedly slashed the long knife at the young man's vest.

Boss Mo's attack with a sword was blocked by Ding Lao Er, and there was no trace of the young man in front of him.

He secretly said that something was wrong in his heart, and he did not stop at his feet, and quickly retreated backwards.

The young man's long sword broke through the air, and Boss Mo could only lower his head, and the blade of the sword brushed his scalp.

A piece of hair fell to the ground, making Boss Mo break out in a cold sweat.

That cold feeling, like the touch of death, made the pores of Boss Mo's body shrink for a while.

Ding Laoer's long knife arrived, and the young man backhanded, turned around, and slashed.

The long sword slid down against the blade and cut into Ding Laoer's wrist.

Ding Lao Er could only draw his knife and retreat, but the two of them still maintained a posture of one front and one back, sandwiching the young man in the middle.

The other party just dissolved the alliance between the two with an understatement, and the faces of Boss Mo and Ding Lao Er were very ugly.

"Xing Laosan, copy the guy. Boss Mo shouted in a low voice.

Xing Laosan's injuries were not serious, and he also regained his strength at this time. He pulled two short steel forks from his waist and joined the warband.

The three of them formed a corner, and surrounded the young man, their eyes full of jealousy.

"Kill him. ”

Ding Lao Er took the lead in attacking, he rounded his arms with a long knife, cut off his head, and took the initiative to attract firepower.

The shadow of the poisonous snake appeared behind Xing Laosan, and the two steel forks pierced directly into the young man's waist.

Boss Mo raised his long sword and stabbed at the young man's vest.

The three of them cooperated tacitly, sealing the boy's space from the front, back, left and right directions.

Ruan Ruan's body moved slightly, and he disappeared from the encirclement.

Dozens of phantoms appeared around the three of them, and the figure of the young man seemed to jump in different time and space.

He swung his sword from different directions, and each figure was like a substance.

The long sword in Boss Mo's hand blocked the young man's attack, and there was a crisp sound from the clanging bell.

Xing Laosan turned the two steel forks from attack to defense, protected the front of him, and danced impermeable.

The shadow of the sword swung above Ding Laoer's long knife, and the huge impact made his steps weak, and his blood boiled.

The three of them took the lead, but they were still passive.

The opponent's long sword was not strong, but it always pointed to the weak point of their defense, making the three of them scramble, and there was no time to create an effective combined attack.

Ding Lao Er himself took a fierce path, every time he wanted to attack with all his strength, the opponent's long sword seemed to have calculated the right direction, and appeared in the gap between his moves, making him have to be tired of coping.

This feeling made Ding Lao Er extremely unhappy, and he had nowhere to release the strength in his body.

The long knife always slashed into the air, and Ding Lao Er was so angry that he smoked.

Boss Mo also used a sword, and the long sword turned into a weird and tricky poisonous snake, but he was always pinched by the other party by seven inches, and he couldn't exert his due power at all.

The young man's swordsmanship is like mercury pouring into the ground, pervasive.

The more Boss Mo fought, the more frightened he became, and his swordsmanship was like a child playing in front of the other party, and he couldn't get into the hall of elegance.

Xing Laosan had two steel forks, extremely sharp, but unfortunately he couldn't even capture the shadow of the other party, let alone cause a little damage.

Several people were tired of coping and could not recover their disadvantage.

The boy didn't seem to want to continue teasing the three of them, and with a slight step, the phantoms around him disappeared, and his tall figure came out of the scene.

"It's not too late to admit your mistake. As long as you don't meddle in the affairs of the grassland, I will allow you to retreat. Ruan Ruan flicked the long sword in his hand and said lightly.

Fang Cai's attack didn't show much of his strength.

His white robe fluttered in the wind, and the sword in his hand pointed diagonally to the ground.

Boss Mo's face twitched, and a cold snort came out of the corner of his mouth.

"Dreaming, our brothers have been crisscrossing southern Xinjiang for many years, and we never know what failure is. As long as we look at something, it can't escape the palm of our hand. ”

Boss Mo thinks that the other party is just relying on the wonder of his body, and if he faces the three of them head-on, there is absolutely no possibility of winning.

"I'm going to cut him into pieces and feed the wolves on the steppe. Ding Lao Er held the long knife in his hand, panting, with a crazy light in his eyes.

Xing Laosan's steel fork touched it in his hand, stirring up a spark, and he gritted his teeth and struck a word.

"I'm going to have to poke a few holes in him so that he won't die so easily. ”

Xing Laosan was still angry about the humiliation of the other party at the hands of the young man, and as the first player to appear, he lost inexplicably.

"Since you refuse to admit defeat, it can only make you suffer. ”

Ruan Ruan let out a long laugh, and the Xinghang Sword in his hand was raised slightly.

The Xinghang Sword connected the dots in the air, spilling out a sword shadow, like snowflakes falling from the sky, boiling all over the square circle of several zhang.

The breath of spring is dispelled by the cold, and it seems to return to the winter prairie.

Thousands of sword shadows outline a moving snow scene, and the sky and the earth are white.

The three of them were in the middle of it, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

This is a Taoist application that creates an illusion of vision.

The three of them struggled forward as if in the snow, wielding their weapons to fend off the light snowflakes.

The snowflakes were all turned into sword light, blocking the sight of the three of them.

The white snowflakes in their eyes are tantamount to a spell that urges life.

Snowflakes dance all over the sky, fluttering and sprinkling.

The sword intent is endless, endless.

Occasionally, snowflakes fall on the body, bringing a striking shade of red.

The coldness of the sword qi invaded the bloodlines, causing their boiling blood to condense.

Ding Lao Er's weapon was heavy and powerful when wielded, but he was a little helpless against these light sword lights.

His long knife could only barely protect his vital points, and from time to time his body was cut by the sword qi.

Xing Laosan's steel forks flew up and down, and those swords were ethereal, like colorful butterflies among flowers, flapping their wings around him.

From time to time, one or two sword lights grazed his neck, leaving a faint trace of blood.

Boss Mo was thin and weak, hiding behind the two of them, but he was not seriously injured.

However, his long sword could not exert its power, and it was waved indiscriminately, as if he was cheering for the two of them.

Ding Laoer and Xing Laosan were soon scarred, and the power of the bloodline was almost impossible to activate the weapons in their hands.

"Boss Mo, no, let's admit defeat, I don't want to die. Xing Laosan couldn't bear it at first, and the fear in his heart was indescribable.

"I can't hold it anymore, and if I continue like this, the blood will drain. Ding Laoer's long knife became extremely heavy, he consumed the most physical strength, and his body had begun to crumble.

Boss Mo's face was cloudy, of course he knew the consequences of holding on.

The three of them joined forces, and they were beaten by each other only to parry, and the gap was obvious.

We must find a way to reverse this situation.

Boss Mo's eyes swept towards the ring, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He saw that Li Laosi had woken up from a coma, not far behind the young man.

"Hurry up and make a move, we've pinned down his attack. Boss Mo secretly said.

Li Laosi was stunned by Ruan Ruan's counterattack, also because the young man deliberately kept his hand, but his blood was temporarily blocked.

After a short rest, Li Laosi recovered.

He saw the situation on the field, heard Boss Mo's call, and realized the danger of the situation.

Li Laosi took out the long whip he relied on to become famous, and tiptoed towards the young man.

The boy was concentrating on the trio, not seeming to feel the danger behind him.

Li Laosi saw the opportunity, and the shadow of the wild bull appeared behind him again, and the power of the bloodline glowed with blood on the long whip.

The long whip rolled up and swept straight to the boy's throat.

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