Ah Da's hand raised and fell, a knife light was dazzling, and the sharp arrow made a series of "ding-ding-ding" sounds, hitting the blade of the knife, and not an inch could be entered.

Ah Da waved his backhand, and the infinite internal force was exerted, and the sharp arrow suddenly turned back and shot out in the direction it came.

"Woohoo!"

Sharp arrows pierced through the wooden windows and struck the walls viciously.

The arrows left small holes in the windows, and the sunlight shone through the small holes and hit them in the face, a little glaring.

The five dead men stared at the small hole in the window, deep in thought.

Then they looked up and looked at each other in horror.

First-class masters!

It turned out to be a first-class master!

If you weren't a first-class master, you wouldn't have such profound skills!

They could see the shock in each other's eyes.

They are just second-rate martial artists, even slightly inferior to second-rate martial artists, if they fight alone with second-rate martial artists on the surface, they will definitely lose.

Second-rate martial artists can barely fight, but they are facing a first-class master!

How long can they stop?

In front of Ah Da Hengdao, the momentum was monstrous.

"Boom!"

Ah Da put down his knife, and the tip of the big knife stuck in the stone on the ground, splitting the stone in four pieces and splashing it everywhere.

Ah Da put his hands on the hilt of the knife, and his eyes were bright.

At this moment, Ah Da has no usual stupidity, he is more like a resourceful warrior than a reckless man, nor is he a fool.

Ah Da said: "I don't care how many of you have, but what is certain is that my army will arrive at the battlefield in three quarters of an hour.

The five dead men looked at each other and hesitated.

It stands to reason that they should have died as usual, but today, they panicked.

In the past, their opponents were just ordinary second-rate martial artists, and they would have a chance to survive if they fought a fight, but today, their opponents are first-class masters, and fighting is death!

In their eyes, there has never been a second-rate martial artist who can survive from the hands of a first-class master!

Among them, one of the dead men drew a long sword at his waist.

The sword made a "bang" sound, and then "buzzed", as if angry, as if excited, as if fearful.

Angry, he can't be captured, he is just a dead soldier, the master let him die, he has to die, there is no choice!

I was excited that he was going head-to-head with a first-class master for the first time, and he was very excited and excited!

The fear was that he was going to die soon, and he believed that he would not live more than a quarter of an hour!

"Brothers, it's a death anyway, so you might as well fuck it!" said the dead man.

The other four dead men groaned for a moment.

A dead soldier with a scar on his head said: "Our family and children are taken care of by the Fang Alliance Master, if they defect, the whole family will..."

The dead men looked at each other and nodded secretly.

"With our lives, we will exchange our family's food and clothing without worry!"

The dead drew their swords, their swords flashing.

They are ready, they are like a vicious dog, and they will bite the hunter before they die!

"Bang dang!"

The dead man with a scar on his forehead broke down the door, and the gate collapsed, shaking the dust.

Ah Da narrowed his eyes and looked at the friend in front of him.

Ah Da said slowly: "What are you?"

Scar Dead Man said in a deep voice: "Don't talk nonsense, either you die or I die!"

Scar Dead broke out of his peak state, and he cheered up his spirit, like plum blossoms in winter, standing proudly in the snow.

"Huh!"

The Scar Dead Man held his sword in both hands, and the sword shone like water waves.

At the same time, the sword in his hand was as soft as water.

The ancients had a cloud: goodness is like water, and water benefits all things without fighting.

The water can be rigid or soft, surging when it is just right, and soft is calm and indifferent.

The sword of the scar dead man has a bit of artistic conception of goodness like water.

Ah Da smiled slightly, a second-rate martial artist, actually stepped into the realm of a first-class master with one foot.

But to be honest, he's still going to die.

From the moment he first came out, Ah Da condemned him to death.

He is not the master, but a dog under the master, and it is not a pity to die.

Facing the sword of the Scar Dead Soldier, Ah Da suddenly closed his eyes.

The sword qi stirred, lifting Ah Da's hair.

Ah Da felt the trajectory of the sword and slowly stretched out two fingers.

"Smack!"

Two fingers suddenly clamped the long sword, and the long sword could not be advanced.

The face of the scarred dead man changed suddenly, and he drew his sword vigorously, but the sword was like a rock and did not move!

The scar dead man immediately made a decision and attacked Ah Da's chest with a palm.

Ah Da shook his head, showing a look of disappointment.

"Dang!"

With a flick of his finger, Scar Dead only felt a huge force coming, and he couldn't care about it anymore.

Then, the long sword in the hand of the scarred dead man broke, and the hand holding the sword was bleeding, and the hot stinging sensation was clear and painful.

It's so strong!

The first-class master is really terrifying!

The scar dead man had palpitations, but he couldn't escape, so he could only bite the bullet.

Scar Dead dropped his sword and pulled two daggers from his arms.

Both hands hold a dagger, the dagger is held in front and back, and can be attacked, chopped, slashed, and stabbed. Anti-defensive, flirting, blocking, splitting.

Scar Dead took a deep breath and was about to attack, but he felt a phantom flash in front of him, and then another figure in front of him.

The figure suddenly punched and knocked him away with a punch.

"Giggles!"

His ribs were broken, as if they were shattered to slag.

"Poof..."

He fell to the ground, vomiting blood again and again, and the blood turned into a blood mist, floating lightly in the air.

He stared at the figure with reluctance.

That figure is Ah Da!

Fast!

Unbeatably fast!

Who would have imagined that a big man with a big knife on his back would be able to burst out with such a fast light skill?

He couldn't imagine it, and he couldn't believe it.

But the facts dealt him a fatal blow.

"Poof..."

His head fell to the ground and he couldn't get up again.

Ah Da shook his head and sighed.

......

In the room, the four dead men once again had the idea of retreating.

"Fuck it!"

After thinking about it, a dead man decided to fight bravely.

He walked out with a long sword, exuding a strong sense of death all over his body.

Ah Da's brow furrowed, he couldn't kill a dead man, just because the dead man was already dead when he went out.

Before going out, the dead man mobilized the internal force of his body, the internal force was agitated, and the meridians quickly expanded and overwhelmed, and then, the internal force shattered all his meridians.

All this, just for a sword.

This sword is his life!

He begged for death all his life, and lived to die!

"But I want to die!"

The dead man roared angrily, and his facial features were already distorted.

He struck out with a sword, and the sword light was as dazzling as the sun.

Ah Da showed a solemn expression.

"Boom!"

Ah Da took out the knife with his right hand, and the knife intent was monstrous.

His sword, indomitable, brave and sophisticated, is unparalleled in the world.

With one knife, you can cut down the people of the world!

"Bang!"

Ah Da's sword fiercely tore the sword of the dead man, and then tore the body of the dead man.

The body of the dead man exploded like a ripe papaya, and pieces of flesh splattered everywhere.

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