After the Seven Wolves of Lingshan left, no one passed by near Buyun Pavilion, and only Jian Chen, who was injured and breathing, and An An, who was waiting on the side, stayed here. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At this time, without warning, a third person's voice came from behind An An.

This surprised the two of them!

"Who?"

An Anjiao screamed, turned around with a very quick reaction, and Luo Ying's palm blasted in the direction where the voice came from.

Her palm fell short and hit the air.

Looking intently, ten steps away from the two of them, there were five people standing at some point.

Five men with long swords on their backs and golden flames embroidered on their cuffs.

Looking from behind An An, Jian Chen was surprised to find that these five people were the same people who had come to the Sword Shrine with Bai Zhentian, the Venerable Lord of the White Flame Sword Sect, that day.

The third person on the right, isn't it Ryohei who was slashed by him at the throat?

When Jian Chen saw Liangping, Liangping was also looking at him with a gloomy gaze, as if intentionally or unintentionally, Liangping lifted his sleeves, revealing two lifelike golden flames.

Jian Chen was stunned, he clearly remembered that there were four golden flames in Liangping that day.

Ryohei grinned, pulled out a smile that was more ugly than crying, and said gloomily: "Boy, is it strange? This is also thanks to you." ”

He turned sideways and said to the middle-aged man with five golden flames at the head: "Li Yan, this kid will be handed over to me." ”

Li Yan made Li Ash, who was a red man in front of Bai Zhentian, stroked the goat's whiskers when he heard this, and said with his head bowed: "Yes, if you can make this great achievement, this flame sword will say a few good words for you in front of the lord and restore your status as a disciple of the four flames." ”

"Xie Yan, the disciple has been captured since he was in charge!"

Liangping licked his lips excitedly, and then looked at Jian Chen's eyes with murderous energy.

In the White Flame Sword Sect, the higher the level of the disciple, the more cultivation resources he could enjoy, and he worked hard to climb the four flames, but he was beaten back by the scabbard of the kid in front of him.

How is this called Liangping willing?

With a sonorous sound, Liangping's long sword was already unsheathed, revealing a hideous smile, and walked in front of Jian Chen step by step.

An An was so excited by his momentum that he couldn't help but take a step back, knowing that these people must have bad intentions, but he didn't choose to turn around and run away.

At that moment, he stretched out his hands, and his small body was between Jian Chen and Liangping, his pretty face was full of anger, and he shouted: "With this girl here, who dares to come over?"

The little heart was pounding with fright.

Jian Chen's face moved, looked at An An's thin delicate body, and hesitated: "An An ......"

"Don't worry about it, they want to touch you, unless you step on the corpse of this girl, well, and repay you for saving you yesterday. ”

An An didn't look back, and his voice as light as a bell was full of perseverance and firmness.

Jian Chen was stunned, and his heart was also a little moved, but he still insisted:

"Actually, I mean to say...... You're stepping on my feet. ”

"Huh?" An An looked back, but he didn't just happen to be stepping on his crossed calf.

Hurriedly raised his foot, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention......" was suddenly stunned.

Liangping's face became more and more gloomy, these two people didn't take themselves seriously at all!

His eyes froze, and he said in a cruel voice: "If you dare to flirt and scold when you are dying, your uncle will fulfill you!"

The long sword trembled, and the tip of the sword trembled with fiery red flames, and in the roar, it stabbed towards An An's back door.

Zheng!

The sword roared like a dragon, An An turned around, and his hand slashed like a moonlight like silver.

Liang Ping didn't have time to react, his eyes were slightly narrowed by the silver light, and he suddenly felt a light in his hand.

He was startled and hurriedly jumped back, and the long sword swung in front of him into a ball of sword flowers, first to protect himself.

Bells.

It was only then that he heard the sound of metal falling to the ground.

From the gap in the sword light, Liangping watched An An stand in front of Jian Chen with a sword, but he did not take advantage of that round of Silver Moon Raid to pursue him, so he put his mind at ease, crossed his chest with his long sword, and put on the defensive.

Then, he discovered the reason why he felt a light hand earlier.

The long sword in his hand, although it was the standard weapon of the White Flame Sword Sect, but with his previous identity as a disciple of the Four Flames, what he received in his hand was also a high-grade long sword made of stainless steel.

At this time, he clearly saw that the long sword across his chest had lost its tip, and the length of the entire sword was shortened!

The tip of the broken sword was lying at An An's feet at this time.

Ryohei's heart contracted tightly.

If he had grabbed any closer, when the silver light slashed down, it would not have been his sword that had been broken, but his hand.

Looking at An An again, she stood in place and didn't move a single step, but in her hand, I don't know when, there was already a silver sword as thin as a cicada's wings.

Chase the wind!

It turned out that An An turned around just now, and Jian Chen took advantage of An An to block Liangping's sight, but handed the hilt of the Wind Chasing Sword on his back forward and in front of An An.

Then Liangping made a move, An An heard the whistling sound behind him, and before he could think about it, he directly pulled out the sword from the sheath, and turned around with a feeling, and directly split Liangping's sword into two sections.

Ryohei hated this wind-chasing sword to death at this time.

He was in the sword mound, and was slashed on the throat by Jian Chen with an unsheathed blow from the wind, not to mention the pain on his body for the time being, that sword directly lowered him from four flames to two flames.

And today, it was this wind-chasing sword that made him lose a lot of face in front of his fellow disciples, and even his sword was cut off.

"A good sword is worthy of chasing the wind. ”

Behind him, Li Ash, who was a flame envoy, was in the mood to praise.

This made Ryohei's face even redder, he could have sworn to say something nonsense just now, but in the blink of an eye, he had someone split the long sword.

An An played a sword work, and his heart finally settled down, and his momentum rose: "Of course the sword is a good sword, but it is human...... Gee. ”

Looking at Ryohei, there was a mockery in her beautiful eyes.

Ryohei only felt a bang in his brain, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be surging up at this moment.

His eyes suddenly became bloody because of anger, and he said angrily: "Stinky girl, you are looking for death!"

Rising up, the sword in his hand suddenly transformed into four red flames, attacking all over An An's body at various tricky angles.

His strength as a disciple of the Four Flames was finally fully exerted.

An Anqiao's face tightened, and she secretly exclaimed that she was playing big!

She dared to speak out to mock Liangping in the face of the great enemy and surrounded by five people, but the original intention was to provoke Liangping to lose his heart, so that he could show some flaws in the next battle.

But how did she know that since Liangping came down from the sword mound, he had already had a belly of fire in his heart, and the strength of his Four Flames disciples had already reached the realm of being a teacher in the rivers and lakes.

In just a few days, he, a master of the master realm, was embarrassed twice by opponents who were lower than him, and today he was even cut off by a little girl's sword.

The grief and indignation in his heart have reached a point beyond An An's imagination.

An An's ridicule suddenly became the last spark that ignited the gunpowder in his heart.