"Brute!"

The young man's eyes instantly turned red, and tears welled up in his eyes.

The familiar faces lying in a pool of blood were lying on their backs, their deaths tragic and sad.

The past is one after another, and the memories are like a tide.

The original vague details are vivid in my mind at this moment, as if it were yesterday.

"Die!

A punch slammed down, and the young man was furious, and his blood surged.

"Bang!"

It is not as devastating as imagined, and it is as easy as a hand.

The boy's eyes widened, a tingling pain came from his arm, and the figure snapped back a few steps.

"How...... How so?"

The young man staggered to stabilize his figure, his eyes full of surprise.

The black-clothed figure slowly turned, his movements stiff as if they were mechanical.

A voice came coldly, and Mu Ne was stunned.

"Kill your mother's ghost!"

The young man scolded, ignoring the pain in his palm, and threw another punch.

The young man looked up, and in the dozen pairs of dark pupils, there was a void, like an abyss.

"There's one more here. ”

"Cut down the grass and kill him. ”

The young man was indomitable, and once again bullied himself, his fist rained down, and he rounded the strength in his hand.

One punch, two punches, three punches......

The sound of bones crackling was incessant, the skin was open, and blood was running down the fingers.

"Bang!"

With the same muffled sound, the figure in black stood still, and the young man flew out for the second time.

"Today is a copper-headed iron arm, and I will also peel off a layer of your skin!"

"Die!"

The figure in black suddenly moved, and the long sword came out of its sheath, which was sharp and natural, and the clouds flowed smoothly.

The young man relied on his subtle footwork and dodged sideways, thinking that he could pass by, but he didn't want the angle of the long sword to be extremely tricky, and it was difficult to dodge for a while.

"If I can't kill you today, I swear not to be a man. ”

The pain from both fists had long been covered by the grief and anger in his heart.

The young man's eyes were scarlet, and his mouth kept repeating what Fang Cai said, as if he was crazy, and his expression was indifferent.

For three breaths, his body did not move half a step.

The sword qi came suddenly, and the young man didn't care about the doubts in his heart, and rolled on the spot, so that he was spared, and a cold sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

"Strange, why can't you perform the afterimage footwork?"

"Embracing an afterimage. ”

The young man recited the mantra silently, and there were traces of his steps to follow.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths.

I didn't have time to think about it, and as far as my eyes could see, the sword blade of the black shadow figure turned, and its movements became faster and faster.

One blow missed, and the second sword followed, one after the other.

The boy finally calmed down, dodged left and right, and stopped rampage.

The boy gasped, puzzled.

Weird, indescribable palpitations.

From the time he opened his eyes to what had happened now, it was like a dream, ethereal and distorted.

Without paying attention, the blade of the sword slashed along the young man's cuffs, his clothes shattered and fluttered in the wind.

"It's not the way to go. ”

"The exercises are restricted everywhere, and if they continue to consume, not only will it be difficult to win, but I am afraid that they will have to take their lives. ”

He seemed to be aware of some key details, but he was momentarily clueless.

"These people are dressed in weird attire. ”

"For no reason, why did you come to the village and slaughter wantonly, not even leaving a mouth alive. ”

The young man spread his palm suddenly, and a pale cyan light faintly shone on the middle finger of the Xuanjie.

"It's ......"

The young man's face suddenly changed, and his eyes widened.

The young man urged the aura to parry carefully, and all he used was some slashing and stabbing fists and kicks, which was invincible.

"Hiss~"

Suddenly a light flashed in front of him, and his fingertips ached.

"What does it mean to be blessed with great life and great creation?"

As soon as his mind moved, the ancient sword was in his palm, his breath was thick and his edge was restrained.

"With this thing, let's kill one by one, and kill one by one. ”

"Ancient Sword Qingmang?"

Xuan Jie trembled slightly, and seemed to respond.

The young man was stunned for a long time, and the joy between his eyebrows grew.

"This voice ......"

The young man raised his eyebrows slightly, and his face was blank.

The low roar of the man in black seemed to involve some memories in his heart.

The figure in black suddenly stopped, and his eyes converged on the three-foot long sword in the young man's hand.

"Roar~"

There was a low and muffled snort in his throat, and the black-clothed figure took a few steps back one after another, and a little horror passed through his hollow pupils.

The boy looked around vigilantly, a layer of sweat oozing from his sword.

"Die!"

A figure rushed to the direction where the young man was, and the sword qi roared, rushing straight to the door.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The man in black shook his head violently, and his hoarse roar became more and more intense, as if he had fallen into madness.

"This ......"

The young man's mouth was wide open, and his mood could not be calmed down for a long time.

This was not the first time he had used the ancient sword Qingmang.

The young man subconsciously raised his hand to block, but there was no expected metal collision, but it was like hitting a cotton silk, silently.

"Ding~咣~"

Half of the tip of the sword flew to the ground, and after a few weeks of tumbling in the air, it was embedded deep in the boulder, leaving a jet-black scratch.

"Roar~"

The sword in his hand fell, and the cold light was staggered.

The man in black seemed to be desperate, surrounding the young man in the center, and the attack became more and more fierce.

The power of the Tao is far away, and the difference between cloud and mud is very different.

It's just a casual wave, and he hasn't even performed the most basic starting style of the Spring and Autumn Sword Technique.

The long sword in the black-clothed man's hand was suddenly cut into two pieces, as crisp as a knife cutting tofu.

The ancient sword Qingmang is supplemented by the Spring and Autumn Sword Technique, and now it seems that it is the most handy and powerful means.

If you can fight, why do you have to hold back.

The boy has always liked this strange style of play.

"Spring and Autumn swordsmanship, control the sword with your body. ”

A green light turned into countless afterimages, surrounding the young man, resisting attacks from all directions.

To advance as a retreat, turn attack into defense.

The young man was a little stunned, and suddenly blew triumphantly at Jian Feng.

"It's time to pay off the debt. ”

His eyes were cold, and he was gloomy.

Even if you hurt a thousand enemies, you will lose eight hundred.

The huge momentum displayed by the figure in black seemed to be far from matching its strength.

But after half a cup of tea, there were more than ten severed sword blades of different sizes scattered on the ground.

"This sword is a little small. ”

"This sword is ......"

The sound stopped abruptly.

The young man raised his sword and said something in his mouth.

"This sword belongs to the village chief's grandfather. ”

"This sword belongs to Uncle Hammer. ”

This scene is so familiar that it can't be more familiar.

Memories are pouring out like a flood.

The boy blinked, and the corners of his mouth inadvertently raised slightly.

The young man's brows tightened, and the palm of his sword-wielding sword suddenly unloaded.

A small village on the border, a river of blood.

The murderer in black will be killed.

Martial arts fairy works, "Meizun World".

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