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The higher the mountain, the stronger the wind, the cold wind is cold, and the blazing flames make a "popping" sound like a cloth shaking.

The distance between the nine disciples of the Blood Knife Sect and Jiang Feng was getting closer and closer, and the speed at which they were spinning faster and faster. From a distance, it looks like a hot wheel lying flat on the ground.

An afterimage flashed in front of Jiang Feng's eyes, and Jiang Feng had just seen them use it when they dealt with the nun. However, the female nun's internal strength cultivation is extremely high, and when a sword is struck, the surging internal force goes with the sword, and it can naturally be reduced by ten times with one force.

Jiang Feng's right hand was already held on top of the hilt, a very ordinary hilt, and there was not even a sword spike. Jiang Feng's hands are slender and white, very beautiful, but just like poisonous mushrooms are often colorful, the more beautiful things are, the more terrifying they are.

The nun on the side saw that the encirclement of the Blood Knife Gate had been formed, and Jiang Feng's age was really too young, so she couldn't help but feel anxious.

It's a pity that if the swordsmanship of the sect she learned is the turn to guard the strictness, it will naturally be the first-class swordsmanship in the world. But if it is used for offense, it is a bit lacking in edge.

With the female nun's rush to attack, she was instead seized by the victory and stabilized her position to wrap the nun tighter. Only wait until the nine Blood Sword Sect disciples surround and kill Jiang Feng, and then free up their hands to deal with the tricky nun in front of them.

One figure after another flashed in front of him, fleeting, and this feeling was like the river wind jumping off the cliff on the west side of Lingxiao City that day.

In a trance, Jiang Feng felt as if he had returned to the wonderful state of the day.

Draw the sword, draw the sword, stab directly, close the sword......

Fast, accurate, without any other changes and without any other changes.

Whether it was the nine Blood Sword Sect disciples who were besieging Jiang Feng, or the nun or Shengdi, they didn't expect that Jiang Feng's sword would come so quickly and so accurately.

The human throat is actually one of the weakest parts of the human body, and even if the protection is in place, it will never be tougher than the old pine that has grown in the mountain for many years.

The people killed by Jiang Feng were undoubtedly relatively lucky, there was not much pain, a moment of effort, and they didn't even feel the arrival of death. Consciousness has gradually dissipated under the cold sword.

However, the death of one person did not stop the sword light of the remaining eight.

Legend has it that in the Blood Knife Sect, except for a few disciples of the Blood Knife Ancestor, the rest of the disciples are completely cultivated in the way of raising Gu. The successful ones live and can enjoy more training, and the losers have only one end, and that is death!

Sixteen scarlet eyes like beasts stared at Jiang Feng, and the ring knives that attacked from eight directions at the same time with the sound of breaking the sky sealed all the evasive spaces around Jiang Feng.

Since you can't dodge, you don't need to dodge.

Draw the sword, draw the sword, stab directly, close the sword...... Draw the sword, draw the sword, stab it straight, close the sword!

The ring knife swept along Jiang Feng's left arm, and the sharp blade broke through the sleeve, leaving an inch-long knife mark on the outside of Jiang Feng's forearm.

Raising his left arm, Jiang Feng saw the first wound he received after stepping into the rivers and lakes, which was not long, deep, or fatal. It was just a simple small injury, but it made Jiang Feng understand that his sword was not fast enough.

There was a "bang", it was the sound of a corpse falling. Then, the same voice rang out seven more times. Until they died, these people still clenched the ring knife in their hands, and they were real Jianghu people.

The person in front of Jiang Feng's left was a little different from the other seven people, not because his knife had fresh blood on it, but because the hand in which he held the knife was his left hand.

With the left hand, the knife path is naturally very different from the normal knife method, and with the blood knife knife method, it adds three points of power. However, the left hand is inherently less powerful than the right hand, and it is not as flexible as the right hand, so to practice the left-handed knife, you must have enough perseverance and perseverance.

If he hadn't died in Jiang Feng's hands today, Jiang Feng believed that he would definitely be a good swordsman in the future.

Jiang Feng walked towards the Shengdi, and his speed was still not fast. Shengdi's martial arts were originally inferior to that nun, and although Jiang Feng was only slowly walking at this time, the pressure on him was getting bigger and bigger.

And the nun was under no pressure at all at this time. This is the opposite, but after a few moves, the victory is already in danger again and again, and is almost injured by the nun's long sword.

At this time, Shengdi had no intention of fighting, but he had been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for many years, and he knew that he could not easily turn around and escape, otherwise, he would only die faster.

The wind blew more and more violently, and it swirled again and again under the obstruction of the trees, and made a whistling sound like crying.

After a long harvest, it will be lost, and the victory seems to be weak under the onslaught of the nun's long sword, and the sword is not changed in time, and finally the nun seized the opportunity to sweep out with a sword in the air. Immediately cut off a large piece of flesh from his left shoulder.

However, at this time, as if he had expected the female nun's move, he raised his head and avoided the long sword that swept in from the trend. Then with a strange flick of his wrist, the sword spun like a hidden weapon towards the nun's lower abdomen.

In the face of Shengdi's sudden blow at close range, the nun had to exert her strength with both feet and leap backwards high, so as to avoid the other party's dangerous and dangerous blow.

However, the victory was to take two steps with both feet, and with the help of the force that rushed outward, the body flipped over, and then strode towards the distance without hesitation.

Although Jiang Feng walked slowly, the route he chose was very ingenious, no matter how the victory changed the route of escape, it was inevitable that he would pass by.

In the process of fighting just now, Na Shengdi had already discovered that although Jiang Feng's sword was fast, his light skills were actually very average, rough, and without any skills.

Because of this, Jiang Feng has always liked to be the last to come first in battle, and to brake quietly. It's not that Jiang Feng likes this way of fighting, but only in this way can he make up for his lack of light skills to the greatest extent.

The victorious truth, who had been prepared for a long time, had already opened a distance of more than ten zhang from the nun after she landed, and his light skills of the Blood Knife Gate were quite unique, as long as he rushed through the defense line of Jiang Feng, he could get out safely.

In the face of the fast-paced victory, Jiang Feng finally let go of his previous indifference, and the internal force under his feet surged, and under the splash of dust, his figure also burst out.

Closer, closer, closer. The two of them in the high-speed rush are fast enough, but they have to avoid the river wind, but the river wind occupies the ground, as long as they get close to the victory.

The way out had already appeared in front of Shengdi's eyes, however, at the same time, Jiang Feng's figure was also approaching.

Shengdi's right foot was once again on a piece of bluestone, and Jiang Feng also stepped out again. The time when the two of them were closest had arrived, and Jiang Feng's sword seemed to be able to touch the Victory, but it also seemed that it could not touch the Victory.

Draw the sword, draw the sword, stab directly, close the sword......

The only closest distance, the only chance to kill the opponent, the long sword in Jiang Feng's hand, unsheathed again!