The moment I almost saw through his sword moves and clicked his sword, he smiled, and the smile made me a little confused. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because his laughter was full of the smell of a successful trick, I felt as if I had been tricked, and it was very likely that the flaws in his sword light were deliberately left for me to strike.

When I feel this way, I can only force it down.

I can't do this kind of thing at this time, all I need to do is to let myself stab the sword in my hand without hesitation and move forward.

It's a pity that the middle plan is the middle plan, and what I want in my heart can't change this result.

When the sword in my hand felt different, I understood!

I did forget one thing, the sword in his hand was not a hard sword, but a soft sword, and when a soft sword was hit on the spine, the effect was not to knock back, but to distort.

The chill hit my face, and I felt his soft sword twist sharply, and the sword body was like a wild dancing spirit snake, a flutter, and the tip of the sword was more poisonous than the fangs of the viper, piercing my chest.

The sword momentum of the long sword is gone, and my body is also in a stalemate after the sword, this time I lost the sword, and I lost this fight.

The pain of the long sword piercing into my chest and the old wound from Xiao Xing's blow made me tremble uncontrollably, and cold sweat oozed from my back and forehead.

"Haha, Li Longchen, don't forget this kind of lesson in the future!"

Murderous piercing, the soft sword in his hand was retracted, and after causing me pain again, he said with a sneer.

He wanted to kill me, but the soft sword he had just drawn danced towards the sky, threw out almost brilliant sword flowers, and slashed me off again.

This time it's really over, and I smell death from this sword flower.

I am no match for the almost exquisite swordsmanship in his hands, and it is inevitable that I will die with his sword.

Because of the sword life, for the sword to die, this is the fate of the vast majority of swordsmen, and very few people can get a good death.

The sword in his hand was strong, and it slashed down without any problem, slowly slashing at me, the heavenly spirit.

I don't know if my life should not be extinguished, at this critical juncture, the silent Miao Yifan finally made a move, and forced the soft sword back with a palm from the side.

Once the battle was engaged, it was tangled, and it was too late to get me away, so Miao Yifan just shook me out with a little palm force.

"Li Longchen, leave it to me here!"

I heard it very clearly, he called me by my name this time, not my master, and it seemed that he was really awake, because his daughter Miao Chengtian's death was sober.

When I flew out, whether he could see it or not, I smiled and nodded to him without saying anything.

Miao Yifan is sober, and the former Poison Sect Sect Master Poison Bone is back, but will such Miao Yifan really be this person's opponent?

As soon as I landed, the two men began to fight.

The soft sword that was repelled by Miao Yifan made a move to the sky, and another sword qi rose from under his hand, like a roaring sky dragon, bullying to the extreme.

After the sword qi ascended to the sky, the soft sword in the man's hand changed again and again, and in the midst of the agitation, the nine killing intent appeared, and it felt like the nine long swords Ling Tian.

"Miao Yifan, give me death!"

With a wild roar, nine murderous qi burst out, and the most terrifying sword qi followed, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

In the face of this menacing and irresistible sword move, Miao Yifan was not afraid at all, and his body flickered, disappearing almost instantly.

In my perception, at this moment, he almost turned into a dexterous black snake, and his body was filled with a shaky black qi, and he simply shuttled through the nine swords.

"Chao Wujun, no matter if you are a human or a ghost, I Miao Yifan could kill you for the first time twenty years ago, and I can kill you for the second time today!"

When he saw through the shadow, Miao Yifan said this in his mouth, and after deceiving himself, he fell with a violent palm and hit Chao Wujun's forehead.

When Miao Yifan made a move, I sensed the smell of blood from his palm, and he finally used the poison skill again.

Ever since he went crazy and became the Monkey King, he seems to have forgotten his incomparable poisonous skills, and when he fights with others, his strength has decreased.

The Sect Master of the Poison Sect, the most terrifying and the most lethal is naturally the world-beating poisonous skill.

His palm fell, flicked the soft sword in Wujun's hand, rose diagonally from below, and stabbed at Miao Yifan's arm.

If Miao Yifan insisted on high-five, I am afraid that before he hit Chao Wujun, he would have been pierced by this soft sword.

At this point, Miao Yifan directly withdrew his hand and retreated, letting go of this success.

Entanglement is only between the electric light and fire, and after the two separate, they stand in the sky and look at each other from a distance.

"Miao Yifan, twenty years ago, I hated your palm, thanks to the master's rescue, gave me a life, passed on my swordsmanship, karma, today I want you to die under my sword!"

What Chao Wujun said made me vaguely understand something, there is really someone behind this Chao Wujun, and he is an extremely powerful guy.

That person saved Chao Wujun and helped Chao Wujun improve his strength, and Chao Wujun worked for him.

Although such a relationship is simple, there are many doubts in it.

With Miao Yifan's poisonous skills, is it really possible to save the people who died under his hands?

Miao Yifan has a blood feud with this person, after the confrontation, Miao Yifan will definitely observe whether he is really dead, but he still escaped a way out of life, what is the reason for this?

Speaking of 20 years ago, the person who helped Chao Wujun is now nearly seventy or eighty years old, what are these old-timers doing in the mountains at this time?

As I was thinking about it, the two people who had just separated fought in one place again, and the verbal exchange was only three or four sentences.

When he struck again, Miao Yifan had already changed his moves and used his higher strength to oppress Chao Wujun.

How could it be that Chao Wujun's swordsmanship and footwork were too strong, and after some entanglement, Miao Yifan did not have the slightest upper hand, but he was involved in danger several times and almost died under the elusive swordsmanship.

What about being strong in strength, in the face of that move that is almost flawless, Miao Yifan's attack has never been hit.

Dismantled to more than fifty moves, Miao Yifan has already had several sword wounds on his body, and blood has flowed out of them, and his momentum is not as good as before.

And Chao Wujun became more and more courageous, and the soft sword in his hand continued to dance out of sword flowers, intertwined into a piece of extremely dangerous sword curtains, constantly oppressing Miao Yifan.

After a few more moves, the offensive and defensive states of the two were directly reversed.

Miao Yifan forcibly fixed his body in one place, and constantly struck out palm shadows on his palms, resisting the soft sword that almost turned into a phantom.

Chao Wujun's footwork was also exerted to the limit, like a shadow around Miao Yifan constantly rhythmic, and the soft sword in his hand stabbed out wildly, making moves until the point.

If you keep it for a long time, you will lose, and Miao Yifan's response in his hand is beginning to be overstretched, and he is already defeated.

In this case, Miao Yifan should immediately change his moves, or even exchange his injuries for moves, so that he can have a chance to find a way out, otherwise he will definitely die here.

But he was reluctant to do this, his body froze in it, and his state of coping was getting worse and worse, but his breath did not fluctuate much, and he still looked prepared.

Noticing this, I understand a little in my heart that Miao Yifan should have his own ideas, otherwise he wouldn't do such a thing to find death.

The defense on his side continued, and Chao Wujun's side had gone crazy.

"Miao Yifan, you're finished! The hatred of snatching my wife back then, along with the hatred of killing me, come back today!"

His emotions rose to the point of madness, and he began to let out a demonic roar, which looked very scary.

Feeling that the hatred that had accumulated for many years could finally be washed away, Chao Wujun would naturally feel happy, and his consciousness would naturally become lax under the impact of ecstasy.

The situation on the field is no problem, Miao Yifan's current state is almost finished, and it can be said that he is dead.

Maybe this situation is what Miao Yifan wants, I can only guess like this.

If nothing else, the outcome of this battle must be a victory for Chao Wuwei, but he may also be a miserable victory, but he still won, and the loser Miao Yifan can only die.

Miao Yifan knows this, so he has been accumulating opportunities, and when all the conditions are accumulated to perfection, he can be given a chance to make a move.

Only by seizing this opportunity, he can die with Chao Wujun, and even live one breath more than him!

The soft sword in his hand stabbed out faster and faster, and Chao Wujun's mood became more and more high, as if he was crazy, constantly roaring and roaring.

The shadow of the sword flickered continuously, bursting out, blooming, and expanding between Miao Yifan and Chao Wujun's bodies, and finally returned to nothingness.

Under the fast sword, Miao Yifan's body continued to be injured.

A sword landed on his chest, and in an instant, a ball of blood burst out, and another sword fell on his neck, cutting a huge wound on his neck.

The sword flipped up, and the changes were almost thousands, and Miao Yifan's high-five finally couldn't hold on and stopped for a while.

Poof, poof, poof......

The sword aura was like rain, and the sword in Chao Wujun's hand shone even more, and in the wild stabbing, Miao Yifan's shoulders, arms, chest, and face were all without exception.

The most terrifying thing is that these injuries only burst out on Miao Yifan's body in a single breath, and there is even a thick blood mist that explodes and takes off.

"Dead ......"

With an extremely long roar, the countless sword qi stabbed out of his hand almost stopped, and under the guidance of a mysterious fluctuation, they merged together, turning into a soft sword in his hand.

This sword pierced Miao Yifan's right chest, and there was still a little strength in Chao Wujun's hand, and there should be a change of move after this move.

I fought against Chao Wujun before, and I still judged this.

At this moment when the soft sword in Chao Wujun's hand was stagnant, in the face of his sword, Miao Yifan did not dodge or dodge, but even met it straight and slammed into the soft sword.

Miao Yifan did this, and Chao Wujun didn't know how to react, but the sword he stabbed out did not change.

A sword pierced through the chest, and then pulled back with great speed, and with a swing of the arm, a sword stabbed out again, this time in the left chest.

The change of move was only in an instant, and Miao Yifan took advantage of this opportunity to force up, and hit out with both palms, smashing directly into Wujun's chest.

Because Miao Yifan's palm was pushed out, he pierced it with a sword towards Wujun, and the sword body stabbed through his palm, diagonally and then stabbed at Miao Yifan's chest.

Miao Yifan's right hand continued to smash, pressing down hard, and just as he was about to hit Chao Wujun's chest, Chao Wujun's sword arrived first and stabbed into Miao Yifan's chest.

The point of the question is not the thorn, but the circumstances in which the thorn ends.

When the sword momentum of the soft sword subsided, and everything almost fell silent, the terrifying killing machine, the killing sword that killed Miao Chengtian, reappeared.

This seems to be the most vicious part of this swordsmanship, a violent sword qi soared from behind, turning into a flashing cold star and falling, unable to prevent it.

With a flash of sword qi, Miao Yifan's right arm was cut off with a blow, and his forearm spurted blood and fell from the air at the same time.

At this point, Miao Yifan is a complete failure, at least Chao Wujun and I think so.

Miao Yifan's palm is a poisonous palm, as long as this palm touches Chao Wujun, under the poison, Chao Wujun will be finished.

The three of us all know this, so Miao Yifan has been planning to hit Chao Wujun with a palm, and even sacrificed himself to lure the enemy, and was pierced through the chest by his sword.

The right chest has been pierced, and another sword has been submerged from the left chest.

This clear situation was seen more clearly than I could see as a blind man, so he laughed, arrogantly and with relief.

"Miao Yifan, I didn't expect it, you finally died under my sword!"

When Miao Yifan's breath subsided, another shocking protrusion erupted, and Miao Yifan's mouth spewed out something and sprayed it on Chao Wujun's face accurately.

When all this happened, Chao Wujun's laughter came to an abrupt end, and everything in this piece of heaven and earth seemed to stop instantly, quietly terrifying.

I didn't expect that Bajie wouldn't have thought that Chao Wujun would not have thought that Miao Yifan would hide this hand in the end, pulling Chao Wujun's hand to die together!

Miao Yifan's painstaking and lonely planning has been hidden from everyone, even from this piece of world!

Chao Wujun killed Miao Chengtian, so Chao Wujun will definitely die, that is, he will give up his life, Miao Yifan will also kill Chao Wujun, and now he has done it!

After the silence, he let out a wry smile again, and there was a whimper in the laughter, "Miao Yifan, you didn't win!"

Miao Yifan didn't know if he smiled, and said in a pale voice: "I didn't lose either!"

By the time they were about to die, the grievances between the two seemed to dissolve, and the conversation was calm like two friends who had a good relationship, talking in a low voice.

Miao Yifan continued: "Actually, you shouldn't kill her!"

I don't know if I really don't understand, or if I want to die, confused, Chao Wujun asked, "Who are you talking about?"

"My daughter!"

Before, when Miao Yifan was crying, Chao Wujun definitely heard it, and he naturally knew it.

"I hate you, I hate you so much, everyone related to you is going to die, your daughter, why shouldn't you be killed!"

Miao Yifan really laughed this time, laughed bitterly, and laughed very sadly.

"I don't blame you for killing me, but you really shouldn't have killed my daughter!"

"Why?"

"Because she's her daughter!"

When I heard the two of them say this, I knew in my heart that these two "shes" should be referring to two people.

The first "she" should be the woman in the hatred of taking his wife as Chao Wujun said, and the second "she" undoubtedly refers to Miao Chengtian.

Miao Yifan's words seemed to reveal a huge mystery, which made Chao Wujun stunned, stupid, and confused.

"Impossible, this impossible, I have always been by your side, you and her have no children at all, this girl must have been born to another wild woman later!"

When he spoke again, his emotions almost collapsed, and his words were full of madness, and they were full of fear and regret.

said that he didn't believe it, but he also knew that it was time like this, and Miao Yifan couldn't lie to him about this kind of thing.

The wry smile continued, and Miao Yifan said: "Don't you believe it? You left once, and that time you left for a year, right?"

Chao Wujun was speechless, Miao Yifan said that he had left for a year, and this year was definitely there.

Miao Yifan continued: "After you disappeared, she became pregnant, and later learned that your strength had greatly improved and you came back to seek revenge, so we fostered our daughter in a family, you naturally don't know!"

"If it weren't for you, my daughter wouldn't have lost her mother not long after she was born!"

With a sad smile, he said to Wujun: "I killed her daughter, I actually killed her daughter, I really did wrong, did ...... wrong"

"More than 20 years ago, maybe it was a mistake! We are all sorry for her, and it is time for us to go and atone for her sins......"

Miao Yifan said so, and replied in a low voice to Wujun.

The two people who fought for life and death reached a consensus in the end, they were all going to die, and it was time to atone for the women who bound the two of them.

"If you are poisoned by me, you will surely die!"

"If you are pierced through the heart by my sword, you will also die!"

Even when it came to life and death, the two of them seemed to be talking about inconsequential things, and the slightest unusual fluctuation could not be heard from their mouths.

After a pause, Miao Yifan suddenly said: "By the way, before you die, you tell me the truth, where is King Liang now?"

"It's under the bed near the South City Gate Inn, and it's not far from death!"

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To be continued......