Jindong was about to stab a sword into Mu Yurong's chest.

That ruthlessness will not change because it is a girl in front of him.

In the hesitation, Mu Yurong's clever eyes were almost obliterated by pitch black, and her brows couldn't help but wrinkle under Jindong's eyes.

If it goes further, it will be overwhelming darkness, and Jindong, who does not want to fall into a helpless situation, can only retreat.

Sword-wielding, indifferent, looking at the man in the black cloak.

The man was like a bubble again, melting into a harsh white as the snow fell from the roof.

Then Jindong's expression turned into stunned.

Mu Yurong, who was forced to fight back completely, took advantage of such a gap to weave the sword and simply attacked.

The shot is the three swords, but the three swords are not fighting with Jindong with the edge.

Instead, it is quiet, dancing into a dance, dancing into a shock.

The flowers are gradually charming, and the mountains are empty and rainy.

The fish swims and steps on a cloud and rain that lingers in the deep stream.

The fish weaving the sword was a cluster of flowers blurred by the Asakusa River.

Like a fairy left in the sky, her footsteps are gentle, and her sword is also gentle, gently brushing towards Jindong.

Jindong's whole person was shocked.

I haven't seen a strange change in sword intent, and that kind of swordsmanship Jindong can also be used to strike quickly.

At this moment, the moves in this sword dance may be unremarkable, but they are simply more difficult to see than any treacherous sword moves in the world.

The ethereal fairy in the sword was already in her body, and the sword that came was too beautiful and too deadly.

Jindong stabilized his mind and was not taken away by the beauty in front of him, and then advanced into the sword dance with his sword.

But when he saw the fish weaving sword looking for him, before Jindong's body settled in the sword dance, he was swept away by the sassy sword blade.

Immediately after that, the fish weaving sword went forward, like colorful broken petals, scattered on Jindong's wrist holding the sword.

In an instant, the petals were turned into thorns again, and the pain made Jindong almost want to let go of the long sword.

After all, it was born and died to survive, and Jindong gritted his teeth and survived.

The sword tightened its grip and swept toward the surging legs in the west wind.

The immortal just got out of the way, and with one foot of jade, he could still draw his sword and return it.

The one-legged Wanting, the other leg seems to be straight into the sky, the legs are beautiful in the first line, and the slender waist also supports the fish weaving sword and then goes to Jindong's mind.

Jin Dong's face was cold, if he didn't roll on the spot, it would be difficult to dodge from under the sword.

I really understand that this sword dance mercury is pouring into the ground, and any sword will be dense with the back move, although it seems to be gentle and slow, only when it is faced directly, it is only when it is faced that under the flawless sword momentum, even the timing of gasping for breath is not allowed.

Jindong's mind was full of only how to escape from the sword dance.

But the faster you walk, the more you can't get out.

It seems to have the ability to absorb the scroll, wrapping people in place heavily.

Jin Dong turned around in surprise, and the fish weaving sword was almost full of heart!

Wang Liang lay on the ground.

The fist hit the lower abdomen, and Wang Liang fell to the ground.

The punch was simple and direct, and it hit the spleen, and the pain made the whole person shrink, and when he knelt down first, he felt another burst of soreness in his mouth, and his hands and feet fell down.

Wang Liang rolled over, holding his lower abdomen with one hand and stretching out the other. The five fingers that stretched out with all their strength completely extended the humiliation and pain in their hearts.

Wang Liang shouted.

But the voice whimpered, and he couldn't scream.

Wang Liang could only look up.

A thunderbolt exploded into my mind, and I couldn't call it out.