The martial arts of each master are strange, and the personality is also different, thousands of different lives, different encounters, and thousands of different masters have been created.

However, there is only one thing, every master, at all times, has a calm heart. Only when a person's mind is calm, will his hands be stable, and his hands will be stable, and he will be able to kill.

The hiding technique that had never missed was easily seen through by Jiang Feng, and Liu Sheng's heart was already confused. Anger, anger for no reason, filled her heart, and the sword dominated by anger may be a sword with greater speed and power, but it is by no means a sword that is better at killing.

With a slight jump, Jiang Feng easily dodged Liu Sheng's fluttering knife.

"I heard that the Liu Sheng family has two great masters, Killing God and Slashing and Snow Drifting, I don't know how the Liu Sheng girl cultivates?"

"Since you want to die, I will fulfill you!"

missed the blow, but Yanagi suddenly became calm. But seeing that her right foot popped out at this time, she pulled it slightly at the same width as her shoulder, and while holding the knife in both hands, a fierce momentum began to condense from her body.

"Kill the god with a sword!"

With a low shout that stretched his voice, Liu Sheng Piaofu suddenly moved, and this movement seemed to have countless howls of unjust souls and countless screams of ghosts. Before the person arrived, the knife did not arrive, but the murderous aura that filled the sky and the wilderness had already roared.

The killing god of the Liu Sheng family slashed with a knife, which is to practice the knife with killing intent, and feed the killing intent with the knife. In the long-term practice of the knife, the killing intent of oneself is completely integrated into this knife technique, and when the enemy is approached, a knife is slashed out, and the killing intent all over the sky will naturally have a miraculous effect of surrendering without a fight.

Immediately following this boundless murderous aura was the figure of Yanagi Piaofu. Although she is a woman, under the killing intent of killing the gods, there is quite a kind of force that pulls out the mountains and covers the world. This knife is really indestructible, and there is no forgiveness for those who deserve.

At this time, the expression on Jiang Feng's face became more and more close to the sculpture, cold, indifferent, with the internal force running wildly around the body, in an instant, Jiang Feng actually gave people a feeling of being incarnated into an eternal sculpture, wind and rain.

Draw your sword, draw your sword......

The green python sword was unsheathed again, and under the moonlight, the cyan sword was mixed with a little silver spot. Like a green-skinned python full of silver markings, it tore towards the willow fluttering flotsam.

"Bang!"

The collision of knives and swords, all moves, all changes, all speeds, at this moment, has lost its meaning.

Only the truest strength, and the internal force in the sword, can play a decisive role in this moment.

I have to say that Yagyu Tajima Mori has been a genius of martial arts for several generations, and it only takes a few years for them to complete the moves and actual combat training of ordinary people for decades.

But there is such a thing as internal force, unless there is any adventure such as heaven and earth, otherwise, it must be the accumulation of one step at a time, and there is no shortcut, except for Jiang Feng.

A knife is a good sword, and a sword is a good sword.

It's a pity that the masters of knives and swords, when it comes to internal force cultivation, are very different.

A burst of air as if it had exploded suddenly appeared between Jiang Feng and Liu Sheng's fluttering flocculents, which was the result of the collision of the surging internal forces on the swords of the two.

The sound of the tiles cracking was the result of the fluttering willows that were swept back by the air current, and the continuous force under their feet to stop their figures.

Jiang Feng's figure was still the same, as if there was nothing between heaven and earth that could shake him.

"Brush ......"

It was Huang Rong's sudden jumping figure, such a big movement, naturally it was impossible for no one to notice. It's just that some people moved, and some didn't.

"Okay, you, a little girl from Fusang Country, don't sleep well in the middle of the night, and you actually come to attack us, it's really shameless!"

I don't know why, from the first time I saw Liu Sheng, Huang Rong had a sense of disgust for this little girl from the Liu Sheng family. Seeing that Liu Sheng Piaofu suffered a secret loss in Jiang Feng's hands, he immediately said sarcastically.

"You ......"

Just when Liu Sheng Piaoxu wanted to open his mouth to refute something, he suddenly heard a burst of laughter.

The laughter was far away from the three of them when it was first heard, but each time it came, the sound was much closer, and it took dozens of breaths as if it had already arrived in front of everyone. Master, a master who has cultivated his internal strength kung fu to the top.

The three of them were amazed, and suddenly heard someone more than ten feet away say: "Good knife, good sword!"

Another humanitarian: "The sword technique is fierce and fierce, and the murderous aura rises to the sky, except for the killing god of the Liusheng Xinyin faction of the Fusang Kingdom, I am afraid that there is no sword technique in the world that has this power." The swordsmanship is as fast as lightning, there is the shadow of the Snow Mountain Sect and the Blood Knife Gate, but the subtlety is self-contained, looking at the green mangs and silver glow above the long sword, it was time that the Qingxuan Sword that defeated Nan Siqi a few days ago arrived. Wouldn't it be a pity if my two brothers didn't know each other about such a character!"

The previous man said: "Exactly!" As the words of the two people fell, two figures suddenly appeared on the opposite roof.

But one was a burly man, with a round face and big ears, and a bronze silk robe, and a smile and an amiable smile, while the other was also very tall, but very thin, and wore a sky-blue robe, less than half as wide as the previous man, with a rat-tail beard, and his face was rather gloomy.

The fat man laughed and said: "Everyone, come uninvited, it's really because the martial arts of the two of you are too exciting, my brothers and I can't bear it when they see the hunt, please forgive me for the rudeness!"

"Strange, who's who?"

Just as Huang Rong muttered, Jiang Feng looked at the two of them sideways, and then said: "A little trick, how dare you show ugliness in front of the two." There is no door and no faction below, and the two of them have come thousands of miles away, presumably not for the sake of the next!"

The fat man paused at this time, and then said with a smile: "The rivers and lakes all say that Qingxuan Sword Jiangfeng's swordsmanship is powerful, if you want me to see it, what is really powerful is this eyesight." In fact, with Jiang Shaoxia's martial arts, he should be more qualified than others. ”

"Boy, treacherous!"

No matter how the fat man looks, how he looks, and what he says, he is a good old man who is kind and makes money. And the thin man who immediately answered the sentence was the complete opposite, snarky, mean, cold, and unreasonable.

"Hey, what are you talking about, I see that you guy has a rabbit head and a roe brain, thief eyebrows, and a sour face, he is definitely not a good person. It's ...... to still make a lot of nonsense here."

"Rude!"

"Second brother, slow down!"

As soon as the thin man's words fell, his body had turned into a blue afterimage between the fat man's words, and he rushed straight to Huang Rong. Obviously, this thin man was angry with what Huang Rong said and wanted to teach Huang Rong a lesson.