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The white lotus fell from the air, like white paper, a little weak, she faced a very violent sword qi, as if she didn't need to think about it, just a moment, the inverted wind was about to add to the body, destroying the beautiful and tranquil white lotus. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The eyes of countless watchers in the air became solemn, and the situation suddenly fell into such a dangerous situation, which shocked the hearts of everyone who saw this scene.

That's the heir of Cihang Jingzhai!

Just so destroyed by hot hands?

This is too cold······

Luo Shui, who couldn't see the color, was confronting Wan Wan in the air, his expression became serious, he was already serious, but now he was even more serious, as if a copper bell could pop out of his eyes, and then fell to the ground, and his forehead condensed into Sichuan characters for the first time.

"Donor, keep people under the sword. ”

The young man's voice pierced the night sky, and like the other swords and waters, it quickly spread out in all directions, and then overtook them, overshadowing them, and falling loudly into the ears of everyone around them.

"Monk, you are still in the mood to care about others. ”

Wan Wan's quiet and strange voice sounded, and the heavenly demon force field formed by the true qi of the heavenly demon was spread all around, revealing three points of arrogance and arrogance in the weirdness, and seven points of innocent purity.

Likong's expression was slightly angry, it was too late to rescue, his hands were in his palms, one in front of the other, the true qi in his palms was surging, and there was already a little madness in his eyes against the dark heavenly magic force field.

The supreme strength and strength of Buddhism's palm technique against the heavenly demon skill of the feminine ghost test, anyone can see the strong meaning of it.

Neither Likong nor Wanwan took a step forward, they both stopped in place, their eyes fell on one place, and the beautiful white lotus slowly floated down, and now the battle between them is naturally not as important as the battle over there.

However, if something goes wrong with the concubine, the battle will not need to be expanded again.

Of course, the premise of everything is that there is something wrong with the concubine - she dies here.

If someone had thought of this result beforehand, I'm afraid no one would have believed it even if they said it, but now the situation is developing in this direction, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is thrilling.

Shi Fei Xuan didn't seem to perceive the impending extreme danger, like a quiet white lotus, waiting for the dawn, slowly falling, below is the wooden pillar of the bridge, and then down is the slowly flowing Luoshui.

No matter how the battle on the river was, it could always return to its calm state in the end, and the lonely boat was long gone, and the river was a little lonely.

In the air, Ba Fenghan was a little incredulous:

In this way, you can kill the heirs of Cihang Jingzhai?

Impossible!

After thinking about it, Ba Fenghan thought of an important question:

Will killing her get you in big trouble?

These questions are not completely answered in an instant, so Ba Fenghan did not change the original intention of the sword, and the sword technique of strangling the air was cast from his hand, flowing smoothly without stagnation.

This is the most powerful sword move in his life, and the trajectory of the sword is secondary, but this indomitable momentum is more domineering than all swords, according to someone, he can break the world's swordsmanship, and I don't know if it's bragging.

However, when it came to this point, Ba Fenghan had already believed half of it.

The sword comes out without regrets.

Every sword should be taken to the extreme, and it is worthy of the sword.

Since Ba Fenghan gave up the knife at his waist, he kept telling himself that only in this way can he be extremely sword, more pure, and at the same time reach a more profound realm.

The sound of the long sword breaking through the air needs a vent.

There was a good opponent in front of him, and the sword came up with an indomitable momentum.

"Whew"

The placket rubs against the air.

"Howling"

The blade of the sword pierced through the last of the air.

The eyes of the people who saw this scene widened, what kind of situation would happen in the next moment?

Could it be that the fairy in white died of incense?

That's a big deal.

"Qiang"

Ba Fenghan felt that his sword was blocked by a hard object, it was a sword, and through his own sword, he could feel that it was a sword that was blocked.

He didn't see the sword that blocked this sword first, but first felt that where his eyes fell, there was no sword, just less than half a foot away from the back of the concubine, the sword was inexplicably stagnant, and there was no previous speed and momentum, it was blocked, blocked alive.

Ba Fenghan couldn't go any further, turned around, retreated, withdrew a long distance, and landed on the Luo River, between the air and Wan Wan, his body was a little embarrassed. Looking back at the concubine, I saw that the white lotus paused in the air, and then landed leisurely on the railing.

After standing still, Concubine Shixuan's face showed a little pale, the spirit of the white lotus was a little more sluggish, and when her eyes looked at Ba Fenghan, she was a little more surprised, and her eyes could no longer keep the ancient well waveless, and she was moved.

Only she knows, what happened at the last moment, and what price did she pay?

The momentum of that sword was too strong, and she couldn't come up with a way to crack it, so she had to spend her own sword cultivation to stimulate that body protection sword gang before forcing the other party back.

After practicing the swordsmanship for more than ten years, he condensed the most powerful move, which was indestructible enough to withstand any attack in the world. This move is pure defense, its root is its own foundation, with this move, it is not easy to feel good, the inner house is oppressed by the sword qi released from the dantian, and there is some damage.

On the railing of the bridge, Concubine Shixuan's face was a little red, and under the cover of the night, it was well hidden, and no one saw it.

She didn't ask what kind of swordsmanship it was, the momentum was so resolute, as if it couldn't be stopped by a sword.

She knows that the masters on the rivers and lakes will create their own martial arts habits, and although the martial arts they create are not very profound, they must be the most suitable for herself.

"What's this trick?"

She didn't speak, but Bai Fenghan had already opened her mouth first.

What is it that is blocking that sword?

He didn't understand.

The formless and insubstantial thing, so hard, rebounded back most of the strength of the attack, and the sword momentum that condensed him to the peak was scattered, and he himself was extremely embarrassed.

With this sentence asked, Likong and Wanwan were just as curious as they waited for Concubine Xuan to answer, this method was by no means ordinary.

The people on both sides of the Luo River were wide-eyed and full of consternation, not knowing what was happening.

Just now, it was still Cihang Jingzhai who was in danger, why did he suddenly lift the crisis now, and it seemed that he had made the amazing momentum and unrivaled Bafeng Han come back in embarrassment?

These people, of course, did not get an answer.

The Luo River suddenly fell silent, the sound of flowing water flowed unhurriedly, and the wind on the water surface blew softly, revealing a coolness.

Wan Wan suddenly laughed:

"You should have used some forbidden technique, otherwise you wouldn't be so weak now, obviously injured. ”

This sentence is like a stone suddenly falling on the calm water, a stone stirs up a thousand waves, everyone seems to understand something instantly, and there is a commotion on both sides of the Luoshui River.

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