He Suo kicked his feet hard at the sword, and with the momentum of the sword, his body retreated sharply, finally avoiding the sword that was enough to cut off his arm.

"Boom!!"

The golden sword is one point faster!

It slammed into the long sword, and it exploded directly into a dazzling fire.

The land under the feet of the young man in mourning clothes was directly exploded under the pressure of this force, revealing the most primitive land.

Immediately afterwards, the brown gravel buried deep in the bluestone ground was also blown up by this huge backlog.

The boiling grit obscured the figure of the young man in mourning clothes, and it was impossible to see what his condition was now.

The wind was blowing in all directions, and the exploding wind actually blew the trees on both sides of the road tilted.

The people who left the sect behind him, except for Qian Wenli, were all affected by this storm, and they all staggered.

However, the young man in mourning clothes who stood directly under this storm was naturally the most seriously damaged.

On the side filled with smoke and sand, there was the sound of a young man in mourning clothes coughing, obviously suffering a lot of injuries.

Qian Wenli breathed a sigh of relief.

It's a little ridiculous to say that his own sect master fights against others, and he, as a subordinate, is actually worried that the sect master will hurt the enemy.

When he saw that his own sect master was injured, he still had a hidden pleasure in his heart.

He didn't know what kind of wishful thinking this little guy had in his heart.

It's just that in this way, he has to restrain his mind a little bit if he wants to be liwei.

This little guy is the biological son of He Lao Ghost, and his talent can be said to be better than that of his dead ghost father.

If he hadn't suppressed it, he would have gotten out of his hands and hurt him.

For the young officer who was able to injure this little monster, Qian Wenli was still slightly surprised in his heart.

This He Shiming has been burdened with heavy responsibilities since he was a child, and the old sect master is not the kind of doting character.

not only taught him his own mastery, but also threw this kid directly into the pile of dead people and rolled in the Shura field.

Among his peers, he really can't find a few opponents who can compete with him.

Hesuo's figure withdrew far away, as if he had already anticipated the power of the collision of the two forces.

Therefore, his strength of retreat was unreserved, and his naked feet were directly cut by the knife under his feet.

After the body landed, the retreat continued unabated, and the legs still retreated back and forth, leaving two lines of eye-catching blood-colored footprints on the bluestone-paved road.

A look of appreciation flashed in Qian Wenli's eyes.

This son's temperament is not bad, and at the critical moment, he is decisive in killing.

After He Suo landed, the corners of his eyes jumped slightly.

A snow-bright long sword suddenly lit up in the dust, and the young man raised the long sword in his hand.

The wind suddenly stopped.

The irregularly flying dust froze in the air.

With the dance of the long sword, the smoke and dust surged again, but at this moment, the surge was no longer irregular, but fluttered in one direction.

The long sword danced faster and faster!

And the sand and dust around the boy became more and more uneasy, like a dormant dragon gradually revived.

Until the long sword ceased to be snow-white, and turned into a deep darkness.

The faint aura of silence turned into wisps of silk and flew out from the sword body.

The faint aura condensed and did not dissipate, and it actually dyed the sand and dust that danced wildly with an even heavier dark color.

The sand and dust were like a whirlpool with infinite suction, and the white clouds in the sky overhead were swept down like waves.

The momentum suddenly became huge, and the white clouds mixed with the gloomy sand and dust, this time it looked

But like an oppressive dark cloud rolling, the faint electric spark flickered on the dark long sword.

The clouds roll the dragon yellow sand, containing thunderbolt lightning!

With the young man's low and hoarse voice, "Go!"

The black tornado poured like a waterfall and swept towards Hesuo's side!

Without the cover of sand and dust, the figure of the young man in mourning clothes reappeared in front of everyone.

At this time, the mourning clothes on his body were already in tatters under the explosion.

Strips of white rags hung on his body and fluttered in the wind, revealing black lowclothes in the torn openings.

The young man's eyebrows were gloomy, and a trace of red blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, thinking that such a strong blow would also be a great load for him.

I thought that I could easily defeat this young officer, but I didn't expect to let myself be injured a lot.

This greatly reduced his prestige!

So, he must die!

Facing the suffocating death, Hesseau's face turned pale.

The hand holding the knife stiffened, and there was no way to do it.

His brain was blank, and he felt the majestic killing intent, and goosebumps appeared all over his body.

This young man's strength has far exceeded the scope of his prediction, and it can even be said that it is far beyond the ordinary peak realm of soul condensation.

With such a powerful blow, he couldn't dodge it.

Slowly closed his eyes, no longer looked at the smug eyes of the cold young man, and silently waited for death.

Although the ending was tragic, he did not regret this battle!

Even if you don't regret it, you still have regrets in your heart, right?

Don't you see that noble peerless woman in a red-robed official uniform anymore?

What a pity......

The corners of his mouth hooked up a regretful wry smile, with a deep affection that he would never dare to show usually.

"Boom!"

A pale blue sword light fell from the sky without warning.

It was a delicate short knife as thin as a frost leaf, like a meteor falling, nailed straight into the terrifying black cloud tornado, and then disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of "click" icing.

The black tornado swept by the mad dragon suddenly froze, and it was impossible to advance a single point, as if a huge black snake had been held by someone for seven inches.

The deep black is gradually occupied by the cold blue.

The clouds froze, the sand froze, and even the lightning of the thunderbolt froze.

He Suo opened his eyes in surprise, and suddenly a relaxed mood for the rest of his life was born in his heart.

With a crisp snap of fingers from nowhere.

The black tornado that was frozen shattered and collapsed in an instant, turning into ice crystals and dust, and returning to the earth.

The corners of the young man's sneering mouth sank, and the smile on his face froze instantly, gloomy and terrifying.

A white sound and shadow floated in, and the white boot lightly touched the hilt of the short knife that fell from the sky.

It was a handsome boy who was younger than a boy in mourning clothes.

The young man was handsome and handsome, but I saw that he was dressed in white, with fair skin, and a pair of narrow eyes with deep blue pupils embedded in them.

He condescendingly stood on the hilt of the knife with one foot, his clothes hunting, and he looked at the people of the Sect of Destruction with a smile.

The relaxed freehand on his face seemed to be not the one who broke the earth-shattering tornado Shu Yun's blow.

Looking at the half of the side face, a memory welled up in He Suo's heart that was not long away.

He stretched out a trembling finger and pointed at the white-clothed young man and couldn't say a word.

This teenager, he once had one on the street on a rainy day

The edge of the face.

The reason why the image is so profound is only because the master Si Yun, who has never been in close contact with people, not only holds an umbrella with him, but also gives him the blood umbrella that never leaves his body and cannot be touched by others like a taboo.

That scene he will never forget......

Today he was saved again......

He Shiming's eyes were cold, his hand holding the sword tightened, and his killing intent suddenly appeared.

This young man not only spoils his good deeds, but also destroys the duel without knowing the rules.

What's even more infuriating is that this young man looks like he is only about fourteen or fifteen years old, and his strength is already at the peak of soul condensation like him!

This made him feel deeply humiliated, and he felt that his genius name for many years had been snatched away by others all at once.

The long sword in his hand pointed at the young man standing on the knife, and said sharply: "Who are you? Why bother the competition between us!"

Ling Tiansu chuckled, the tip of his right foot lightly touched the side of the hilt, and then his body lightly flipped in the air.

The frost leaf stuck in the ground followed his body off the ground with a deft gesture, drawing several graceful arcs in the air.

His feet fell to the ground, and almost at the same moment, the Frostleaf Knife returned to his palm.

"Even if it's a competition, it's enough to point to the end, so why bother with a dead hand?"

"What does this have to do with you! Don't meddle with rats! Acquaintances, get out of the way!"

He Shiming was in a very bad mood.

Because of the appearance of this young man, he has become a not so outstanding existence.

It made him understand that on this continent, there is the same genius as him.

If there is more genius, it means that it is no longer rare.

Then his identity as a puppet sect master could not be changed because of his genius.

For He Shiming's unceremonious scolding, Ling Tiansu's expression on his face was very calm, and he glanced lightly at He Suo, who was half-kneeling with a knife.

He doesn't like things to be too troublesome.

He Suo understood his eyes, and he naturally knew it very well in his heart, but he was really unwilling to say those three words himself.

Gritting his teeth fiercely, he has never been so humiliated and embarrassed in his life.

I only heard the voice of the young man in front of me sound again: "It's just a fight, it's normal to win or lose, but you can't even afford to lose, what's even more terrifying is that you obviously lost, but you don't dare to admit it, and you don't dare to talk about winning it back in the future." ”

He Suo suddenly raised his head and looked at the handsome young man with wide eyes, and he couldn't see any encouraging and comforting eyes in his eyes.

Those blue eyes seemed calm, and even slightly unforgiving.

But it was such a pair of eyes that made his clogged mood suddenly clear.

He slowly stood up with his knife in hand, and turned to look at the young man in mourning clothes who had defeated him.

The saber went vertically down, he held the knife in both hands and bowed slightly to him, and said in a deep voice: "I admit defeat!"

Yes, today he lost.

But because of this, he has to live well, and one day, he will be ashamed of himself!

Let the opponent also say these three words himself!

He Shiming's eyes were gloomy, and the hand holding the sword trembled violently because of anger.

Because of these three words, he could no longer find an excuse to kill him directly.

even offended this descendant of the He family for this, and blamed the person who suddenly appeared to break the key.

If he could kill this He family member in one fell swoop today, he would indeed pay a great price afterwards to appease the He family's anger.

Can...... What does that have to do with him!

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