"I said you cut yourself," said again without regrets. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Don't be ashamed, my hero sword will capture you and hand it over to Miss Murong to deal with."

If there are no regrets, except for Lin Tianqi and Yu Pojun, no one present wants to believe it, and they are more willing to treat these words as a joke.

Hero Sword Zhang Feng is one of the top ten outstanding disciples of martial arts, his martial arts and prestige are obvious to all, who is he who has no regrets? A thief who is not good at martial arts, if it were not rumored that he killed Nangong Yu, I am afraid that everyone here would not even have heard of his name.

When Zhang Feng said that he would have no regrets within ten moves, and he would cut himself if he couldn't catch it, Lin Tianqi next to him actually had a little excitement in his heart, and he wished that Zhang Feng would die in the hands of no regrets, so that his position in the Huashan faction would be more solid.

Yu Pojun next to him suddenly moved in his heart, and quickly turned to Old Man Murong and said: "Actually, there is no need for Zhang Feng to cut himself, as long as he does not die without regrets, we will let him live, how about it?"

Who is the old man Murong, that is a figure who has been in the rivers and lakes for decades, of course, he thought of the meaning of Yu Pojun's words, he was not afraid of dying in the ring without regrets, but afraid that Zhang Feng would die in the ring, after all, Zhang Feng was a disciple of the Huashan faction, and the Huashan faction was one of the six major factions of martial arts.

Old Man Murong's demeanor was as calm as a mountain, his eyes flickered, and he did not speak, but looked at Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng's whole body suddenly burst out with a cold chill, and he stared coldly and said without regrets: "Do you think you can support ten moves, I promise you!"

Old Man Murong clearly knew the strength of the hero sword Zhang Feng, smiled and nodded in agreement, and everyone's eyes were focused on Wu Regret, who was carrying the long sword.

No regrets sneered: "Actually, you should be more grateful to them, if it weren't for them, you would definitely die today."

No regrets is right, according to his martial arts today, Zhang Feng is also his enemy, when Zhang Feng is defeated, what should he do? If he doesn't fulfill his promise and cut himself on the spot, what he will lose is not the face of his heroic sword, but the face of the entire Huashan faction, as one of the six major sects of martial arts, will never allow a person who throws into the face of the sect to live in the world, even if this person is a disciple they rely on more, so this competition, from the beginning, Zhang Feng has already lost, from this moment on, his life no longer belongs to himself.

Wu Regret took a deep breath, slowly pulled out the long knife, clenched the hilt, and suddenly felt a wave of heat slowly spread from the hilt to his body, and his whole body was full of strength and confidence.

Now at this time, he no longer has any choice, only to fight with all his strength, suddenly roared, and slashed out without reservation, in order not to expose his strength, he used the Seven Tiger Sword Method without regrets, and at the same time suppressed his internal force, trying to make himself so vulnerable, a typical practice of black under the light.

After being taught by the Heavenly Sword, even if the Seven Tiger Sword Technique that does not enter the stream is used from the hands of Wu Regret, it is also strange and changeable, and the tiger is full of style.

Zhang Feng, who was fighting against him, was secretly surprised, and he hurriedly parried with his sword.

The old man Murong who was watching the battle next to him couldn't help but smile and nodded, if Zhang Feng used the Qingfeng Sword Technique with all his strength, using his deep internal strength, he could take his life without regrets with just one move.

Although the Seven Tigers Sword Technique is not as easy as the Qingfeng Sword Technique, nor is it as beautiful as the Qingfeng Sword Technique, it is faster, more effective, more practical, and more weird and changeable than the Qingfeng Sword Technique.

Old man Murong also felt a little sorry for his regrets, his sword skills were very good, but his internal strength was too poor, and he would inevitably die under Zhang Feng's sword.

Zhang Feng only used five successful powers, his sword technique fluttered elegantly, and the rushing sound of dense true qi was like wind and thunder, and his powerful momentum was indeed beyond the reach of ordinary people.

After three moves, Zhang Feng understood the strength of no regrets, and he was completely sure that he would assassinate him within one move.

No regrets is like a mouse in his hands, which can be killed at any time, and after three more moves.

Zhang Feng found that Wu Regret was repeating the first three moves of the Seven Tiger Sword Technique, and the cruel smile on his face was even stronger, he didn't want to kill Wu Regret so quickly, and decided to let Wu Regret go to see the King of Hades in the tenth move, the Seven Tigers Sword Technique was unique and weird, and he understood a lot of sword intent from it, and he also wanted to see it more.

After nine moves, Zhang Feng showed a cruel sneer on his face, and finally stabbed out the last move of the Qingfeng Sword Technique, "Liuyun Leisurely", with enough true qi.

This sword is like flowing water, in one go, it is natural, there is no flaw, it randomly stabbed out a cold light with a slight dark blue, the sharp sword qi pierced through the air, and transformed into countless microwave shadows, and the violent reaction caused by the transparent sword qi was so shocking, which shows the depth of its skill!

Yu Pojun couldn't help but sigh in his heart: What a trick is leisurely, worthy of being a martial arts genius that Huashan has rarely encountered in a century, even if it is used by the head of Huashan himself, in addition to being more profound, it is only this realm, but seeing that he is still calm and calm without regrets, he must have his strategy against the enemy!

With a roar without regrets, the last move of the Seven Tiger Sword Technique was used, the long knife was filled with infinite joy, the dark blade suddenly faintly glowed dark red, and slashed towards Zhang Feng with a roar, without any reservations, as fast as lightning, as bright as a star, holding the hot hilt, he felt that his whole body was boiling, his eyes seemed to become blood-red, forgetting life and death, without any distractions, he split it with all his heart, and there was only a trembling blade in his eyes.

Zhang Feng suddenly faced such a chilling and strange sword technique, his heart was extremely frightened, the Feiyun Sword suddenly turned into a series of cold rays, flying wildly in the space of two zhang in front of him, the sword body rotated rapidly, and the sword qi that shot out suddenly shrank, and it flowed back and forth extremely quickly on the sword body, rolling up a magnificent and leisurely continuous sea of translucent clouds, and each sound released a strong sword qi with a light tail nearly a zhang long, and the momentum was amazing!

The long knife in Wuregret's hand slashed at his wrist from a strange and wonderful angle, Zhang Feng snorted, and he couldn't help but withdraw his sword momentum and block the long

With a loud sound of the "bell", the strong internal force in Zhang Feng's body passed through the blade to Wu Regret's body, and Wu regret pretended to be invincible, retreating again and again, and his body looked like he was about to fall to the ground.

Zhang Feng seemed to have forgotten the agreement of the ten moves, and actually used the eleventh move! The sword flowers flying in the sky stabbed towards Wu Regret.

Wu regret danced the knife in his hand into a circle and protected it in front of him, and the eleventh move of Zhang Feng's attack was blocked by him.

Zhang Feng may have really forgotten his original promise, seeing that his sword move was blocked, he kicked the ground with both feet, and the whole figure spun around, wielding a long sword to attack the twelfth move.

This sword was fast and hateful, but he didn't dodge it without regrets, but stood in place, looking at Zhang Feng with wide eyes, his eyes were like knives, and he looked coldly at the Sen Leng Feiyun Sword in Zhang Feng's hand.