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Maybe, the wind is blowing this guy is running so fast, if it weren't for me, he wouldn't have been caught up so easily, definitely not, Yu Xiaoyuan seemed to have such a strange thought in his still head.

The three of them were in mid-air, one chasing and two escaping, Yu Xiaoyuan felt that time was very slow and static, but in the eyes of the people on the ground, it was extremely fast, and it turned into two streamers.

Under such circumstances, most of the Fuso samurai didn't even see it clearly, and they were confused one by one, only a few masters such as Yoshida Kazeno and Yagyu Ichiro had solemn faces, but they still couldn't intervene.

Not to mention the Fuso samurai, who is as strong as the wind and mountains, after experiencing the initial moment of distraction, he also lost the opportunity to help, and can only stare at the old eyes and watch.

I watched Miyamoto get closer and closer to the wind.

At this moment, in Yu Xiaoyuan's eyes, the smiling demonic and white face was close in front of him.

Hei Mang pierced, Yu Xiaoyuan felt that the hand tightly wrapped around his waist quietly let go, and the young man's back naturally blocked between her and Hei Mang.

The white clothes fluttered and fluttered, and the young man's long black straight hair flew wantonly in the air.

What will be his expression at this moment?

Yu Xiaoyuan was stunned, and suddenly wanted to see Feng Yiyang's expression at this time, but unfortunately his body did not obey the call, and he fell straight down, as if falling into the abyss.

The sound of the wind became louder and louder in his ears, and at the last moment before he fell unconscious, Yu Xiaoyuan watched as the thorn-like black rays ran through the shoulders of Feng Yiyang.

A sadness that was as deep as an abyss, and I didn't know what it came from, surged into Yu Xiaoyuan's heart, like a big wave, drowning the last bit of Yu Xiaoyuan's consciousness.

Miyamoto Yuichi's martial arts are extremely weird, fast and with an incomparably sharp sword energy, but the moves are very simple, a simple punch and a kick, just because it is simple, so there is no room for return, and the body of the wind is pierced solidly.

A substantial black glow seemed to grow from his back, stark and hideous.

Immediately after, the time that seemed to have been frozen and still was suddenly released, and the two of them parted with a touch, Miyamoto Yu swept backwards, and the wind rose like a kite with a broken string, falling straight towards the ground.

Xiao Rong was like a roaring lion, roaring angrily and pounced on the position where the wind was about to fall.

There was a man who was quicker than him.

The world in the eyes of everyone present has become a black and white painting without color.

Without warning, the wind moved when it was supposed to be standing still.

No one saw the process, and when the illusion of the black-and-white painting disappeared, Feng Lianshan was already standing on the ground more than ten zhang away, and Yu Xiaoyuan, who should have fallen to the ground, and Feng Feng, who should have been in the air, were held under his armpits by one left and one right.

The wind was still bleeding from his chest and back, and most of his white coat had been dyed red with blood.

After a few breaths, Xiao Rong rushed to the front, and Miyamoto Yuichi also fell to the ground lightly, with a pale face, the charm was still there, but it seemed that there was no trace of blood.

On Miyamoto Yuichi's body, the black clothes had been torn to pieces by his previous sword qi black mang, and the two distinct scars on the chest of the strong **** formed a big fork.

A little lower in the middle of the big fork, there was a blood hole, and the blood flowed out of the blood hole, flowing down the waist and abdomen one by one, drop by drop, slowly dripping to the ground.

Miyamoto Yuichi looked at the wind under Feng Lianshan's arm, his eyes were gloomy, and he said in a dumb voice: "He didn't lose." ”

At this time, Feng Yiyang, who had been tightly closing his eyes, slowly opened his eyes, and the stars shone in his eyes: "I didn't lose, but you lost." ”

Miyamoto Yu's eyes flashed, and he slowly shook his head and said, "That's not necessarily." ”

Feng Lianshan looked down and couldn't help but say, "Hey, little rabbit, you're still awake, it's good." ”

The wind was raised and said weakly: "I fainted, but I was woken up by you, old man Shan, have you not washed your feet for eight hundred years?" ”

When Feng Lianshan heard this, he smiled lightly, and threw the wind to the ground, raising a puff of dust.

Feng raised his teeth and groaned in pain, Feng Lianshan smiled proudly and sneered: "Stinky boy, dare to dislike your master, your kid is too lightly injured and has itchy skin." ”

Xiao Rong looked at the wind with a painful expression, felt sorry for his junior brother, and hurriedly helped Feng Yiyang up, and said with a dry smile: "Hehe, old man Shan, what they just said may not have lost, why can't I understand?"

Feng Lianshan snorted and said:

"At the beginning, this girl surnamed Yu was in the hands of the little ghost of the Miyamoto family, Xiao Yang took her back with a golden cicada, this is a winning hand, and then the little ghost surnamed Miyamoto immediately decided to set up a killer, it was originally a game of turning defeat into victory, and after the knife was successful, he would not be forgiving, and I may not be able to save him, but fortunately, Xiao Yang reacted quickly, and at the critical moment, he used his flick of his fingers and sword qi to penetrate the chest of the Miyamoto little ghost, in exchange for the current situation, so the little ghost of the Miyamoto family said that Xiao Yang did not lose, and this last battle was a draw. ”

Xiao Rong was puzzled: "Why did the little junior brother say that Miyamoto Yuichi lost?"

Feng Lianshan also wondered: "I don't know this, how do you look at the little ghosts of the Miyamoto family this time, it seems that they have won half a move." ”

Feng Yiyang closed his eyes and said weakly: "Old man Shan, do you have nothing else in your mind except martial arts, I shot to save people, I saved it, so I didn't lose, Miyamoto Yuichi was to take Ziwei away, and he can't take it away at all now, so I said he lost." ”

"What!?" Feng Lianshan and Xiao Rong both exclaimed.

Miyamoto Yuichi's originally pale face in the distance suddenly turned iron-blue.

Feng Yiyang opened his eyes again, the starlight in his eyes had disappeared, revealing a pair of black and white clear eyes, and said slowly: "Miyamoto Yuichi, you choose for yourself, do you want to hand over crape myrtle alive, or die here and then we take back crape myrtle from you?" In other words, we will definitely be able to get crape myrtle back, you just need to choose whether you want to live or not." ”

Miyamoto Yuichi blushed and said, "Oh, you know where it is, let's hear it first." ”

As soon as the wind rose, he said weakly: "It's in your folding fan." ”

As soon as these words came out, Miyamoto Yuichi's complexion completely turned gray-black, and the two black lines at the corners of his eyes also faded a lot.

Feng Lianshan put down Yu Xiaoyuan when he heard this, clapped his hands, and said with a smile: "Miyamoto little ghost, do you hand it over yourself, or do you want me to try it?"

Miyamoto shook his head and said, "No need." As he spoke, he untied the black folding fan from his waist and threw it towards the wind and mountains like garbage.

Yoshida Kazeno hurriedly said on the side: "Young master!" Miyamoto Yuichi waved his hand, shook his head, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Feng Lianshan took the folding fan, clenched it, and then released it, and the folding fan turned into a piece of powder in his hand, leaving in his hand in addition to the powder of the folding fan's shell, there was also a crystal clear purple dagger.

This dagger, one foot long, faintly entangled with purple gas, the handle of the dagger, engraved with the word crape myrtle, the blade of the dagger, engraved with the pattern of the Big Dipper, can not be said to be engraved, the Big Dipper, as if alive, grew on the dagger.

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