The vision shifted, and a plain face that he was familiar with appeared in the mess, stepping on the fallen leaves, and walked over unhurriedly: "It's you." ”

Li Xian looked at the person who appeared behind him, wearing a white robe, his long ink-like hair was gently blown by the breeze, and his deep eyes that looked down on the world stared at him tightly, with a dignified look on his face, this person was the leader of the Ming Sect who made him retreat in the first place, Jiao Luo.

The skyrocketing killing intent made the crumbling Murong Fu extremely uncomfortable, and the surname Jiao Luo suppressed the surging killing intent in his heart, Jiao Luo's eyes looked at the trembling Murong Fu and Xi Feng, who had fallen to the ground and fell unconscious, and there was no emotion in his tone: "How are you guys?"

When Murong Fu saw the person coming, the corners of his mouth slashed, and a smile was pulled, but no matter how he looked at it, he felt hideous: "I can't die yet, it seems that you still don't worry about us, and you came here secretly alone." ”

"I'll leave it to me. Jiao Luo turned to look at Li Xian, and said in a flat tone.

If Xi Feng was not in a coma at this moment, he would definitely be surprised by Jiao Luo's state at the moment, Xi Feng, as the left envoy of the Ming Sect, and Jiao Luo can be said to have intersected for decades, how do you not know, the more indifferent and calm, the more terrifying Jiao Luo becomes.

Li Xian knew Jiao Luo's personality very well, and even fought with Jiao Luo several times, and he also attached great importance to this lifelong enemy, so he was not angry in the face of Jiao Luo's ignorance of himself, and said in a slightly low voice: "You, do you think you can leave? Today, you all have to leave me." ”

Jiao Luo's eyes swept away, glanced at the broken leaves on the ground, and did not hide the murderous intent in his eyes, and said, "If I want to leave, can you stay?"

Murong Fu, who gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, stared at Li Xian with his eyes, and a solemn atmosphere quickly spread between Jiao Luo and Li Xian, from Jiao Luo's shot to this-for-tat, it is not difficult to see that although Li Xian's words are domineering, Li Xian's face is less of a joke with Murong Fuxifeng's shot, and more of a heavy focus on Jiao Luo, a pair of slender palms are also retracted back into the robe, the fierceness between the eyebrows is becoming more and more obvious, and Jiao Luo does not show weakness to Li Xian's momentum.

"Ten years ago, I happened to do it again. Li Xian flicked his sleeves lightly, his eyes gradually became cold, as if two electric lights suddenly lit up in the dark night, and suddenly his empty right hand was raised, and there was a bright soft sword in his hand, the soft sword was more than three feet long, only two fingers wide and thin, with the injection of Li Xian's sunflower true qi, the soft sword suddenly glowed with its original appearance, the silver-white sword body, and the sword blade made this sword arrogant, and it had a fierce momentum.

Li Xian created his own sunflower treasure book, since this martial arts dare to call it a treasure book, it will naturally not be a simple mastery, among which Li Xian's most proud martial arts is swordsmanship, which is also the reason why Li Xian felt disdainful when he saw Xifeng's swordsmanship.

Jiao Luo watched Li Xian take a long breath, stabilizing the monstrous killing intent in his heart, he understood that the state of mind was extremely important to the master against the enemy, if he couldn't restrain the surging killing intent in his heart, then half of the battle would be lost before it started.

His eyes suddenly opened, and the dark and deep eyes flashed with a fine light, Jiao Luo threw out six arrow-like iron objects from his sleeves, and looked carefully, several iron arrows were of different lengths and sizes, seemingly transparent and non-transparent, and there were faint flames flying in the Ling, the color changed, and the charm was cold and murderous.

With a loud shout, Jiao Luo's palms spread out, and then shook into a circle, the internal force was like a big lake full of floods when a flash flood broke out, and the lake embankment collapsed, and the flood rushed out, and the six holy flames were all floating around Jiao Luo's surroundings under the traction of Jiao Luo's internal force.

Li Xian was slightly surprised that Jiao Luo was alone at the moment with six holy flames, but after the surprise, it was calm and waveless, in his opinion, Jiao Luo was able to outperform himself and consume too much of his internal strength by the Mingjiao people, and Jiao Luo at that time lost his love in his heart, and he was completely unreasonable in the outburst, like a madman, and finally stalemate because of too much internal force, and the Mingjiao sect members on the side were eyeing him there, Li Xian finally decided to give up attacking Mingjiao and left, if it was really his heyday, he really didn't take Jiao Luo in his eyes.

And at this moment, he is completely inseparable from ten years ago, he laughed a little, stepped on the ground and fell leaves, climbed slowly at a very strange speed, appeared in front of Jiao Luo's eyes in the blink of an eye, and then did not stop at all, approaching Jiao Luo's body, only to see a white shadow flashing, blue light like electricity, this kind of swordsmanship is strange and unpredictable, Murong Fu's eyes are full of surprise, this Li Xian's shot is too fast, like lightning, like thunder, and there is no sign in advance, it is really terrifying and terrifying.

Suddenly, Li Xian dragged out a series of afterimages like butterflies piercing flowers, which was inscrutable, and the silver-white soft sword in his hand stabbed towards Jiao Luo, the speed of the shot was really incredible, in this moment of lightning and fire, sneered at more than ten swords, Jiao Luo's eyes tightened, but his heart was amazed at Li Xian's strange and unpredictable swordsmanship, but Jiao Luo was not slow, as soon as he stepped on the ground, with both palms pushing, the six holy flame orders kept rotating around Jiao Luo's sound, and in the face of Li Xian's swordsmanship, the holy fire orders rotated impermeably under Jiao Luo's control, and there was no flaw in the body.

Li Xian is not annoyed, and Jiao Luo has not fought once or twice, once it is useless, and he does not take it to heart, his body is like a ghost, floating back and forth, straight like light smoke, dodging Jiao Luo's Holy Fire Order attack, Murong Fu on the side does see the attack of the two of them really real, Li Xian Sunflower is really deep, and the swordsmanship is even more superb, weird and unpredictable, once the sword is out, it is as quiet as a virgin, moving like a river, fast as a convulsive lightning, slow as a turtle swimming, but the Holy Fire Order next to Jiao Luo is like the turtle shell, which protects it impermeable, and at the same time resists, it will also backhand back to a slap, and for a while, no one has the upper hand in the two。

Jiao Luo was surrounded by the Holy Fire Order, firmly following Li Xian's speed, following him like a shadow, every time Li Xian stabbed out a sword, he counted his position as if he missed it, and he couldn't stop using the martial arts of the Holy Fire Order, and changed the martial arts of six Holy Fire Orders in a row, making it difficult for Li Xian to gain the upper hand.

The temptation of dozens of moves between the two of you and me was officially completed, and Li Xian smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Drink, give it to me!" The silver-white soft sword was flicked, the tip of the sword was pointed at the holy fire order in Jiao Luo's hand, a heel fight rotated, and a kick kicked towards Jiao Luo, the holy fire order in Jiao Luo's hand slapped suddenly, knocking it away, Li Xianyao borrowed one of the rebound powers, his body was raised more than a zhang, and his feet in the air were pointed at each other, appearing in the sky above Jiao Luo, the silver and white soft sword blade in his hand was blue and violent, the sword shadow came and went without a trace, the body shape was curved and straight, changing in many ways, the swordsmanship was getting faster and faster, with Jiao Luo's eyesight, he only vaguely saw a few rays of blue light flashing, and the end was unpredictable.

Jiao Luo knew that the naked eye could not catch up with Li Xian's sword speed, so he closed his eyes directly, took his ears as his eyes, and controlled the Holy Fire Order with his heart, and felt that Li Xian's soft sword was stabbed from the left when his ears moved, and when his right hand flipped over, the Holy Fire Order turned in Jiao Luo's hand and slapped at Li Xian's soft sword, Li Xian's change of moves was also fast, one step to the left, one step to the right, and the ghostly light and fluttering had turned to Jiao Luo's back, and the soft sword in his hand was like a spirit snake spitting out a letter, swinging out a strange sword qi, and in the blink of an eye, it was actually converging into a waterfall.

Knowing that Li Xian's move must be extremely powerful, he didn't dare to underestimate it, Jiao Luo's six holy fire orders were combined into one, and the internal force poured out like a flood, pouring into the holy fire order, as soon as the sword waterfall and the holy fire order came into contact, a terrible hissing sound sounded, and Jiao Luo and Li Xian immediately flew out upside down, but at this moment, Jiao Luo only felt a slight pain in his left cheek, and in Murong Fu's surprised expression, a few drops of blood slowly dripped down Jiao Luo's face.