The sky was finally bright, and the rain was thin.

On both sides of the official road, it was originally Xiaolin, but now it has long been ruined.

The tavern was just outside the woods, and when no one gathered to drink wildly, it seemed empty and lonely.

There is no sound in the museum now.

Everyone was as silent as freezing.

All staring at the door.

In the drizzling rain, he and Jindong stood apart.

Jindong calmed his head slightly, and the rain fell down the edge of the hat. With his hands staggered in front of his chest, Fang Cai's sword blade was silent in its sheath, but the next moment, it was still possible to take people's heads.

He was impartial, looking straight at the person in front of him, without cold crumbs or anger, calmly touching the box behind him, calmly waiting for the opportunity to pull out the thorn.

There was nothing wrong with either of them in this battle.

Everyone has a chance to turn over, and even the hyacinths of the three major gangs were only intercepted by Fang Fang, and they didn't have time to report to the main hall, let alone act. Jindong must tie people up with lightning speed in order to have a chance to regain his majesty.

Therefore, anyone who knows the rumors and may have actions is Jindong's opponent.

Even if there is a famous person standing in front of him, Jindong will not hesitate to make a move.

And he couldn't stand it.

I can't bear Jindong's death to my woman, and I can't bear Mu Yurong being beaten to the ground.

He can endure his own suffering and misery, but he can't allow his friends to be in danger and be wronged.

So in the midst of the storm, he has launched a charge.

In fact, a lot of the time, he doesn't look like a master.

There is neither the patience and temptation of the master, nor the cautious action of the master.

You may have also seen Meng Qingyi attack wildly and knock down Ximen's shocking giant sickle. But that's because Meng Qingyi is completely sure. When fighting with Xue Qi, even the steps under his feet must be calculated thoroughly.

But he didn't.

No matter who stood in front of him, whether he was sure or not, he rushed, and only rushed.

Rushing up is his rhythm.

If you are better than him, then the flaws around him will easily be broken by you. If you are inferior to him, there will be an irreparable blood hole in your chest when you stagger.

This is his method of warfare, and others can only follow.

So Jindong also rushed and moved.

Jindong was able to oppress the sword god in the first thirty moves, also because of the sword technique of retreat, and also because of his courage.

It's the same people, the same opponents.

Immediately, the two of them looked at each other.

His hand had already held the ghost thorn in his hand, stabbed horizontally and vertically, and between the turns, he clicked three moves on Jindong's chest.

It was actually Simon's surprise attack before, which made his ghost thorn unable to bloom, so he lost the upper hand. Now his hand is embellished with a cold glow, even if he can't beat it, he can fight back like a fight.

Jin Dong was unmoved, slashing, chopping, and slashing, without the elegance and gentleness of the sword, and in an instant, he had knocked his three moves off the head, and he took his eyes directly.

"Dangdang".

In the blink of an eye, the weapon has been scorched seven times.

Everyone was dumbfounded and watched the two fight.

Of course, Wang Liang had opened his mouth wide.

In the past, he called himself a "Heavenly Sword", and intuitively watched Jindong make a move, but found that his sword could not flow.

Jindong's sword momentum is as savage as an angry ox, and the moves and styles are by no means coherent, but they are sensational.

If Wang Liang was to meet him with a sword, he would still be in ruin at this time.

So Ling Xiang and Mu Yurong were worried together.

Aren't the two also being compelled by Jindong's momentum.

Suddenly, he saw Jindong's sword piercing into his eyes.

Although the eyes are not as deadly as the heart, they can still kill a person thoroughly.

Although there are blind masters in the great wilderness, none of them are just blind.

This sword came violently, and it was difficult for him to moor the blade, only to turn his head.

If his head had been moved even one inch, his right eye would have been punctured.

Now that the two of them are intertwined, a trace of blood poured out from the tail of the eye, and it was a thorough injury after all.

But he didn't stop, when he staggered, his upper body folded back, and the ghost in his hand stabbed out a horse pistol, which was facing the back of Jindong's heart.

He was the only one who wanted to kill the pistol.

Jin Dong turned around, and also wanted to pierce the back of his heart.

Suddenly, the long stab was already in front of him, and it was too late to hold the sword to block, so Jindong had to retreat stubbornly, hoping to withdraw from under the blade.

People with eyes can see that the general trend of Jindong has gone, but only people with discerning eyes can understand why the general trend of Jindong has gone.

The two of them simply returned to the horse at the same time to fight back, he was a backward stab, Jindong was turned around and stabbed; he only had to fold his waist when he leaned back, but he turned around and exerted his strength from the waist and then pulled his shoulders and arms, and he couldn't help but slow down a little.

In terms of speed, of course, it is faster to bend the waist than to turn around.

There is also a flaw in the bending of the waist, which is fatal.

If you turn your head upside down, everything you see in your eyes will be reversed, and you can't accurately hit the position and distance.

That's why Jin Dong preferred to turn around and attack with normal level-eyed eyes.

But he's different.

Now his ghost thorn is stabbing Jindong in the right chest.