For a while, a little black shadow seemed to have become a boat in the wind and waves, turning over and over again, but it was never destroyed, and it repeatedly floated and sunk in the monstrous sword. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Miyamoto Yuichi dodged the sword that was blowing in the wind, and he still had an evil smile on his face, without the slightest panic, and he looked confident.

Feng Yiyang swayed a strong attack with his left-handed sword, which seemed to have an advantage on the surface, but in fact, he had a new estimate of this guy named Miyamoto Yuichi in his heart.

This Fuso man named Miyamoto Yuichi looks like a muscular boy, in fact, in terms of martial arts, it can definitely be described as powerful, Feng Yiyang counted what he saw in his life, except for the old man of the mountain, no one could beat him.

What's more, this person's eyes are cold, he seems to be smiling but does not have the slightest emotion, including his own feelings, Feng Yiyang sighed in his heart, today is considered to have met a monster.

This monster's whole body is covered with a domineering aura, although it seems that it can only cover the surface of the body and cannot hurt people, but even so, his ghost-like speed is enough to make up for this shortcoming.

The sword with such momentum just now actually only cut such a wound, and the next few times it was cut to a position that was not critical, only a few small scratches were left.

It can be seen how strong this monster's aura is, the wind is bright, if he is close, I'm afraid it won't be good, this monster has such a weird smile on his face, it is estimated that he is also playing such an idea.

Waiting for an opportunity?

Feng Yiyang gritted his teeth, swung his sword like a wheel, and slashed towards Miyamoto Yuichi's eyes, forcing Miyamoto Yuichi to retreat a zhang away.

Then, the sword stopped, and the sword light in the sky dissipated without a trace.

Taking a deep breath, the sword in his left hand pointed downward, and he made a sword to tease the sky.

A huge golden sword light was very different from the previous sword light, and it plunged straight into the ground paved with blue bricks, and the earth and stones burst and brick chips splashed.

Miyamoto Yuichi saw that the corners of his eyes shrank.

If you are slashed by this sword, you will probably be seriously injured even if you have a strong qi to protect your body.

"The name of this sword is Longteng. ”

Feng Yiyang lowered his head and said calmly, as if he was saying something that had nothing to do with him, and his eyes didn't look at Miyamoto Yuichi, just stared at the sword in his hand.

The golden sword light became brighter and brighter, thicker and thicker, and more and more prosperous.

Can't let him gather momentum to finish, Miyamoto Yu immediately made a decision and didn't hesitate, turning into a black lightning and rushing straight into the wind.

When it pounced in front of him, the sword let out a crisp dragon groan, and the wind slowly raised its eyes.

It's useless, it's too late, Miyamoto Yu showed a crazy smile on the corner of his mouth, and there was a gambler's fanaticism in his eyes. Without waiting for the sword to be raised, Miyamoto Yu raised his palms with black mangs and slashed fiercely at Feng Yiyang's neck.

Everything in the end.

It's a pity that such a strong move, such a strong opponent, will never be seen again in the future.

At this moment, such a thought flashed through Miyamoto Yuichi's heart.

Then, pride and regret turned into a face full of incredulity.

Miyamoto Yuichi is black all over his body.

In the next instant, a huge golden sword slashed fiercely into Miyamoto Yuichi's chest.

With a sharp roar, Miyamoto Yu fell backwards and sat on the ground, his face pale, although he did not panic, and he no longer had the arrogant arrogance and confident smile he had before.

The wind that was broken by Miyamoto Yu's neck gradually faded away, and behind that, there was a long slippery wind.

Or rather, it's the trick.

Feng Yiyang withdrew his sword and slowly spoke: "The full name of this move is called Phantom Moon Dragon Teng. ”

With his words, a huge wound opened in Miyamoto Haichi's chest, from his shoulder to his waist, and blood gushed and snaked like a dragon.

The original wound was covered, and a new cross was formed with the scar that crossed it.

Feng Yiyang walked up to Miyamoto Yuichi, his face expressionless, and his sword finger spit out a slender sword light, pointing at Miyamoto Yuichi's eyebrows with an expressionless face.

"You cut off my senior brother's arm, I want your life, it's fair, no opinion, right?"

Miyamoto Yu burst out laughing, laughed for a while, the black lines in the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and he said solemnly: "It's fair, I have no opinion." ”

Feng Yiyang nodded, making a gesture to stab.

One hand held Feng Yiyang's wrist, Feng Yiyi raised his head and didn't look back, and said with a wry smile: "Second Senior Brother, do you even want to save this kind of goods?"

Jiang Weihan didn't know when he was already standing behind the wind, with a tired face, and when he heard the little junior brother ask, he shook his head and said: "Little junior brother, you know that this person can't be killed, and the two armies are still not killed, and if you hurt him, it's enough, killing him will add to the right and wrong, and Your Majesty will not be able to explain it." ”

Feng Yiyang sighed and withdrew his sword, which was regarded as acquiescing to Jiang Weihan's statement.

Jiang Weihan patted Feng Yiyang's shoulder, stepped forward, and punched Miyamoto Yuichi in the face, Miyamoto Yu was seriously injured, this punch couldn't be dodged, or rather,

He didn't hide at all.

The nosebleed flowed freely, over the lips, through the corners of the mouth, dripping on the ground, and mixing with the blood that flowed from the chest.

Miyamoto Yu turned his face back and still looked at the two people in front of him expressionlessly, as if it was not his blood that was bleeding now, but his face became more and more pale because of excessive blood loss.

Jiang Weihan withdrew his fist, shook his hand, looked at Miyamoto Yuichi and said coldly: "Remember, the one who was cut off by you is called Bao Jian, and he is my third junior brother." Beat you like this, call the wind to blow, and you are my little junior brother. My name is Jiang Weihan. ”

After speaking, Jiang Weihan turned around and walked to Bao Jian who was lying on the ground unconscious without hesitation, and walked towards the girl lying on the ground as soon as the wind was raised.

The girl had already fainted the moment she saw the wind before, and the blood stains on her neck and the blood on the ground had condensed into a semi-soft and not hard appearance, and the wind squatted down, and her fingers gently touched the girl's bloodstained snow-white neck.

Where your fingers touch, it's soft and warm.

"That girl is so lucky, I walked over and glanced at the third junior brother after I finished treating the wound just now, although the neck was cut, it didn't hurt the vital point, the bleeding could have stopped by itself, if the third junior brother had been late at that time, she would have died. ”

Jiang Weihan said with emotion while carrying Bao Jian on his back.

Feng Yiyang's fingers were uncontrollable and rubbed gently on the girl's slender neck, his eyes stared at the girl's face for a full ten breaths, his eyes moved, and he noticed the sword on the girl's back, and then he screamed and exclaimed:

"yes!?This is my sword!Wait a minute, isn't this the thief who stole my sword?"

Jiang Weihan nodded and said, "Yes, knowing that your sword was lost, I came out to look for it after discussing it with the third junior brother, but I didn't expect this girl to be very swaggering, and she was actually wandering around with a sword on her back, so I and the third junior brother stopped her." ”

Feng Yiyang pointed at the girl, his face was strange, and he stammered: "She, she, she, she. How is she a woman?"

Jiang Weihan glanced at it, "Oh, it's just a simple disguise, you won't be unrecognizable, junior brother, right?"

"When, of course not, I just, just wondered how she was pretending to be a daughter again. As he spoke, he withdrew the hand that was placed on the girl's neck like an electric shock, untied the sword from the girl's back, hung it on his waist, and then carefully hugged the girl sideways.

The girl's waterfall-like black hair spilled onto Wind's chest, and a few mischievous strands burrowed into Wind's neckline.

Itchy.