These few moves of his were all issued in an instant, plus flying needles and projectiles, which were really powerful. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info few people on the rivers and lakes can catch his life-threatening blow! But Guanglingzi did it, I saw him holding a fan, as if dancing, easily dodging two needles, the fan opened and drew two strong winds to dissolve Leng Xiaoyun's two swords, but he still missed the projectile, not missing, but when he was about to catch it with his hand, the projectile exploded in front of him, and all the powder in the sky was sprinkled on Guanglingzi's body.

"This is ecstasy, and you're afraid you can't move anymore. Leng Xiaoyun said coldly.

"Not necessarily, have you ever heard of a martial art that can hold one's breath to avoid some deadly poisonous powder. Guang Lingzi said with a smile.

"Turtle Breath Gong!" Leng Xiaoyun exclaimed.

"Yes, this is also one of the unique martial arts of our Kongtong faction, I see that you are already at the end of the crossbow, prepare to die!" After that, Guanglingzi retracted his fan, and the handle of the fan shot out like a sword, hitting the cold Xiaoyun Gate directly, as fast as lightning.

Leng Xiaoyun flashed sharply, but it was too late, although he avoided the front door, his chest was also hit hard by a fan, and Leng Xiaoyun couldn't stand up when he lay on the ground.

Guanglingzi flew up and raised his fan, pointing out a little cold light, like countless flying knives, to tear Leng Xiaoyun to pieces, Leng Xiaoyun knew that he would die, and he was powerless to resist.

Suddenly, a sword pierced out from the oblique thorn and blocked in front of Leng Xiaoyun, only to see that the sword faintly contained a clear light, as if it was not ordinary; the internal strength of the sword bearer was extremely mellow, although the sword was half a foot away from him, he also felt the heat emitted by the sword, he felt that it was not a sword but a fire roasting on his body, and it was extremely hot.

Guanglingzi's fan was blocked by him, "bang", the two weapons collided, the sword pattern did not move, and the folding fan was knocked out of the distance!

"Shaolin Yijin Sutra, point the wind and thunder sword technique!Who are you!" Guanglingzi was shocked, and at the same time marveled at that person's body technique, he and Leng Xiaoyun were already fighting, but he didn't know when he arrived.

"A dying person doesn't have to ask so much. The man said, and then raised his sword and pointed at Guanglingzi, and the green energy in the sword was great, as if there was a green snake floating on the surface.

"Qingfeng Jian, what do you have to do with Diancang Meng Jianfei. Guanglingzi said.

"You're talking too much. "The man said that the sword light has come out, and the Qingfeng sword is like a lightning bolt heading straight to Guanglingzi, no, it is faster than lightning!

Even Leng Xiaoyun on the side had never seen such a fast speed, if Meng Yunfei's palm was fast enough, this person's sword was at least twice as fast as Meng Yunfei!

Guanglingzi hurriedly unfolded the folding fan to block it, but this sword was not something he could block. The blue light flashed through the folding fan and stabbed Guanglingzi's throat, Guanglingzi hurriedly threw away the folding fan, lowered his head, and dodged the general. When he looked up, the second sword had arrived, and he dodged sharply, and the Qingfeng sword stabbed past his waist and took away a piece of clothing. The man raised his sword and stabbed, Guanglingzi only cared about dodging and was extremely embarrassed, and in an instant, Guanglingzi was stabbed by this sword, and his body was incomplete, but this sword did not spare his continuation, and continued to stab, as if it was born to take his life.

"Spare his life, there's nothing wrong with him!" Leng Xiaoyun said beside him.

"Spare him, you will not be far from death!" When he returns, he will spread the word of your location, and then you will be really dead!" the man said coldly.

"Haha, I've been a dead man for a long time, why be afraid of these rats!" Leng Xiaoyun sneered.

"Let's go. The man hesitated for a moment, then suddenly put away his sword.

Guanglingzi fled in a hurry. Leng Xiaoyun only took a closer look at this man at this time, this man was about twenty-four years old, wearing a white silk scarf, a white silk robe, a white floor cloak, and a white jade silk belt, he stood in front of you, as if it was snow, his face was also white, under the sword eyebrows was a pair of beautiful eyes, a high nose bridge, a wide mouth, the facial features were very delicate, the pointed face was really like a knife cut, there was a heroic spirit in the eyebrows, and there was a sadness in the heroic air, an absolutely beautiful man; his right hand held a formidable sword, faintly glowing with blue light。

"Why did you save me!" Leng Xiaoyun asked coldly.

"Because someone doesn't want you dead!"

"The reason why you don't want me to die is because you continue to let me be a sin sheep and play with your applause?" Leng Xiaoyun smiled.

"You should go, go back to the beggars!" the man did not answer his question, but threw him a word. The man suddenly clicked on the four points on Leng Xiaoyun's chest, sat cross-legged, poured one palm on the top of Leng Xiaoyun's head, and put the other palm on Leng Xiaoyun's heart; Leng Xiaoyun only felt that an incomparably powerful force was wandering in his body, like fire, flowing fire! He only felt that his body was hot, and hot air was emitting from all pores, and that force seemed to have eyes and went towards the place where Meng Yunfei and Guang Lingzi were hurting, and it seemed to be wandering in all veins of his body, and he instantly felt comfortable all over his body, and spit out a mouthful of clumsy blood, but his body was very relaxed.

"You won't die, just remember that!" said the man, who suddenly vanished.

Beggar gang, beggar gang! He suddenly didn't want to go back! He couldn't face that person, the person he had given hope to! He didn't want to disappoint her, but he knew he had let her down! He didn't want to face some facts, but he had to face a fact about a lie. Maybe it wasn't a lie she had deliberately concocted, or maybe it was true.

He must go back, a promise! He must face his promise no matter what, he wants her to be happy, not to live in misery; he wants her to marry the person she loves, not to marry a tool of revenge, a bargaining chip! As long as she is happy, he can watch! Watch from afar! Because he can't give her anything, not even any promise! He suddenly pulled out the soul drinking sword, the cold light was great, he knew that a fierce battle was coming, a fierce battle that he had to die, he couldn't lose!