Dad!, beware!" shouted a young man who looked seven or eight points similar to Leng Qinghan.

Before the words fell, Leng Qinghan felt the chill from his back, and hurriedly turned around to reach out to his hand, but it was too late, and an evil black shadow sent the black broadsword into his abdomen.

The young man rushed to the ground with tears, how could he have no martial arts foundation, the man in black waved his sleeves, and threw him out more than ten steps away, the young man spit out a mouthful of turbid blood, climbed up with his hands on the ground, covered his chest and staggered towards the man in black, but he didn't take a few steps and fell to the ground, watching the man in black send the big knife into his father's abdomen, and then pulled it out, tears soaked his cheeks like a storm.

Leng Qinghan couldn't react, and after witnessing the cold big knife planted deep into his lower abdomen, he quickly pulled it out, so fast that there was not even the slightest pain.

With a flick of his fingers, his gaze swept over the face of the man in black, but it turned out to make him puzzled, the elusive man in black wore an eerie dark iron mask on his face, and the mask was intertwined with cloud patterns, which was strange and weird.

At the moment when the big knife was drawn, Leng Qinghan took advantage of the situation to slap his palm on the chest of the man in black, and then floated backwards, and the two of them instantly pulled out a distance of about ten steps.

Leng Qinghan's face was pale, and the tip of the green snake's sword landed on the ground for support, and he held down the bleeding abdomen with one hand.

At this time, a group of Leng clan disciples relieved themselves and rushed up to surround the man in black.

The man in black carried a jet-black big knife on his shoulder, looked around at the Leng disciples who surrounded him from all directions, held the big knife in both hands, and pulled out the mountains and rivers for a week.

Leng Qinghan, who was seriously injured, couldn't resist this knife momentum and fell to one knee.

The black-clothed man wearing a dark iron mask approached step by step with a large knife, and the nine copper rings on the back of the knife rang non-stop, dragging a clear knife mark on the ground shaped like a ruin.

The man in black made a vicious move, and directly destroyed the cold dantian qi sea with one knife, no matter how powerful Leng Qinghan was, there was no room for maneuver.

Beads of sweat continued to slide down his forehead, dripping on the ground, his face was as white as frost and snow, and he simply sat down cross-legged, seemingly indifferent, but in fact, his mood was up and down, coughing again and again, thick blood gushed up his throat and he forcibly swallowed it, and his clothes were already mottled with blood.

Bai Yun's eyes were red, like a vicious tiger that smelled blood.

That night, the wind and snow were like obscurity, and the past of the old temple in the city was like a rushing river, and the jet-black knife penetrated the back of the gray-clothed old monk, and the black-clothed man wearing a dark iron mask, everything was like a world away.

Some people are holding their spirits, stepping like stepping on gangs, and the long qi is like a river directly discharged, suddenly turning into a line of red light.

Some people climb the realm, enter the lower realm and jump into the upper realm.

The man in black froze for a moment, his eyes suddenly shining, but then he became gloomy again.

Take advantage of the opportunity to raise a sword.

There are green lotus blooming between the red light, the light of the Buddha shining, and the breeze is like a promise.

The man in black dreamed of Fang Jue, a young man with a ray of red light,

actually pulled the elephant of Taifeng with the force of the string, and couldn't help but gasp, and his scalp was numb like a pinprick.

However, after an instant, the man in black turned from surprise to joy, like a hungry wolf encountering a prey that had escaped by chance, his five fingers quietly became claws, and his whole body rose from the ground and jumped towards the red light.

The next scene made the entire cold mansion tremble.

The red light was hideous, like the beautiful clouds on the horizon, the young man carried the image of the Taifeng to hit the shore, and the red light suddenly changed into a huge sword qi, blocking the air and cutting down.

The man in black wearing a dark iron mask was unexpected, and after hitting the red light, he suddenly shook open, lost his balance and smashed to the ground with the nine-ring broadsword.

The sword aura was extinguished, and the mysterious man wearing a cold black iron mask got up from the dust unscathed, and under the mask, only the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

The image of Taifeng passed in an instant, and the sword that Bai Yun slashed out was shocking, but for the man in black, it was not penetrating into the skin.

The big knife dragged through, and the nine copper rings on the back of the knife were like a galloping horse trampling on the plain, which was very impressive.

The white cloud horizontal sword caught up, and the battle was dark for a while.

In the face of this murderer, the young man was unforgivable.

The nine sword techniques are self-contained, and each heavy knife is like an iron horse knocking on the level, and a hawk-nosed figure flashed in the young man's mind.

Longshou Mountain, one-eyed eagle!

This set of knife techniques is the Nine Curves Soul Breaking Knife.

The disparity in strength was huge, the image of Taifeng gradually collapsed, and Bai Yun was more and more at a disadvantage, retreating one after another, but his red eyes were staring at the strange mask, this cold mask carved with cloud patterns, he would never forget it until he died.

The man in black picked off the god with a knife, pressed his face against the white cloud face, and said in a gloomy and outrageous voice: "You want to avenge that old bald donkey?"

Bai Yun looked up to the sky and roared, his mood was traumatized, and he didn't care about the danger of revealing flaws, and forcibly handed out a move to welcome the guests in a few steps.

The black-clothed man rotated his sword, using the belly of the knife to cut the tip of the sword.

The sword light and sword shadow, the black clothes found the purple sandalwood Buddha bead on Bai Yun's wrist, the narrow eyes in the mask shone brightly, and he couldn't wait to reach out to pick the Buddha bead, and the middle door opened wide to reveal a flaw in an instant.

Of course, Bai Yun would not miss this opportunity, the carp rolled over, relying on the little remaining Taifeng elephant, and kicked the man in black in the chest, and the man in black took this kick and fell a few steps in succession.

The red eyes were not inferior to King Kong's angry eyes, and Bai Yun didn't wait for the man in black to have a chance to breathe, and the gods flew up and down, striving to kill with one blow.

Although he was kicked in the chest, the man in black looked like his skin was not itchy and his flesh was not painful, patted the dust on his chest, and laughed hideously: "You and your father really look the same, you were stabbed in the back, and you have to laugh at the poor worm who stabbed someone a second time." ”

Bai Yun's mind wandered, and his body slowed down involuntarily.

"Li Jingxi didn't mention it to you?" the man in black laughed creepy.

Bai Yun didn't answer, he brushed his mood, and wanted to poke out more words in the mouth of the black-clothed man, so he pretended to be casual and asked, "Who is my father?"

As soon as the black-clothed man's hand was loosened, the black handle was big

The knife was driven directly into the ground, and he laughed wildly: "It's really pitiful, I don't even know who my father is, but Li Jingxi is still full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, in the final analysis, I am still afraid that everything he has done will be known, and he will ruin his reputation as a white head and not a panic." ”

"Want to know who your father is?" said the man in black with a moody smile again.

Bai Yun's expression was complicated, the bones of his fists creaked, and he hated this killer to the core.

The man in black said, "Then I'll send you to see him, won't you know?"

At the same time, the black shadow passed by, the jet-black big knife came out of the ground, the knife was unprecedentedly fierce, Bai Yun only took one move and felt the tiger's body tremble, as if a porcelain was shattered, the knife power spread from the sword body to the whole body, the tiger's mouth was in unbearable pain, and after the aftershock, Shen Di flew out of his hand.

The man in black took advantage of the victory to pursue, and the jet-black broadsword slashed down the Baiyunmian Gate in the air.

The big knife weighing dozens of catties came and went like the wind in the hands of the man in black, and this knife was even faster than lightning, and Bai Yun didn't have time to react at all.

Bai Yun closed his eyes in a dejected manner, and greeted the knife without any waves.

"Boy, don't you want to be the number one in the world?" In the darkness, Bai Yun heard someone whispering in his ear, and then his whole body was dragged backwards.

When he opened his eyes again, the middle-aged man who tied his ball hair in a bun was like a hill standing up to the sky, he held the jet-black blade between his hands, and showed an extremely unbeatable smile: "It's a pity to die like this?"

The man in black was furious and used all his qi to suppress the big knife, but the blade was stuck to the palms of the middle-aged man with a fat body, and he couldn't move half a minute.

The two froze, and Dou Changan turned his head and stared thoughtfully at the strange mask.

The man in black snorted coldly, dragged his hands back, and drew his big knife.

The cold black blade was only half drawn, and Dou Changan took a step out domineeringly, and threw the black-clothed man out with a raised hand.

One defense and one attack, Dou Chang'an is elegant and natural, causing all living beings to fall down, and all the Leng disciples who were defeated by the army were all convinced and bowed.

Baiyun can see the gods, as if he saw the gods enter the world.

Dou Changan raised his sleeves, and Shen Tu flew into his hand.

The sword god comes out of the sword, how can he not impress the people of the world?

Dou Changan said with a smile: "Boy, have you ever seen a real flying sword?"

Without waiting for Bai Yun to answer, there was no overflow of qi, and the gods rose in the air.

Dou Chang'an was superbly skilled with his qi sword skills, only to see his hands merged, the gods flew out, and a sharp whistle resounded through the sky.

The man in black was shocked, dragging the broadsword to build a high wall barrier.

The plain and waveless Shentu sword flew in front of the man in black in the blink of an eye, and the man in black was ready to block the lunge, but Dou Changan's palms with five fingers together suddenly rose to the ground, and the flying sword god changed its flight trajectory in an instant, like a dragon raising its head and rising to the sky.

The man in black looked at the ordinary middle-aged man who controlled the sword with his qi, his gestures changed suddenly, and the pores of his body had already been opened, he knew that he was no match for the unfathomable middle-aged man, and was about to wait for an opportunity to escape, but he saw the middle-aged man's palm suddenly fall

pressed, and immediately looked up at the night sky.

The roaring wooden sword attracted thousands of sword qi, falling like a rain line in the sky, and the hands of the man in black holding the jet-black broadsword were already sweaty.

Dou Chang'an was calm, his palm was crooked, and when the wave of sword qi fell from his head, the fairy scattered flowers.

The man in black kept turning in circles, his gaze swept towards the night sky, and only a sharp whistling sound could be heard in the entire sky, but no trace of sword qi could be found.

The next moment, the flying sword was like a locust.

A sword swept across his arm.

A sword over his shoulder.

A sword grazed his knee.

With a plop, the man in black fell to one knee, with countless wounds up and down his body, each wound was deep and bone-piercing, and blood was overflowing, staining the black clothes, making the black clothes even more black as ink.

The last sword is aimed at the heart.

The man in black spent all his strength to block this wisp of sword qi, but he was already covered in bruises and was unable to fight again, and in a hurry, Shengzhi threw out a broken blade between his sleeves and flew towards Leng Qinghan, who was sitting cross-legged.

Dou Changan quickly changed his gesture to pull Shen Di, and took the seriously injured Leng Qinghan to block this extremely vicious sneak attack.

(End of chapter)

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