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The middle-aged man made a slight mistake, avoided his attack, and sneered: "Sure enough, I have some ability, it's a good time!"

Immediately, the long sword trembled, and the purple light flickered, and the two rays of light, one purple and one black, were entangled together.

Fighting with Xu Wenfeng and others in the morning without regrets, he had already experienced the power of the Huashan faction's swordsmanship, and he thought that the middle-aged man was just their senior brother, even if his martial arts were slightly higher than them, he was very limited, how could he know that he was doing it now, and he knew that it was not the case at all.

The middle-aged man not only has swordsmanship far superior to them, but his internal strength is even deeper, his sword momentum is calm, and between the shaking of the long sword, there is a sharp whistle.

No regrets is quite jealous in his heart, and he has the intention to perform the Heavenly Sword stunt, but there are so many people on the scene, if it leaks out, he will become a character that everyone shouts at, and in the current situation, he really doesn't want to have anything to do with the Demon Sect.

No regrets and unwilling to fight hard, only to go lightly, to win quickly, everyone saw that his body was light, like a hundred butterflies through flowers, dragonflies and water, extremely fast, the knife flashed, only felt dazzled, and their hearts were secretly frightened.

But it was said that the middle-aged man saw that he had a good knife technique, and he couldn't help but admire it in his heart, but it was about the nine-tailed order, and he couldn't tolerate his carelessness.

No regrets did not feel relaxed because of the slowing down of his sword style, but felt more and more difficult, and what was even worse was that the injury on the vest actually began to hurt again, and he was very anxious, knowing that if he couldn't fight quickly, the longer it dragged on, the more unfavorable it would be to himself, so he immediately sped up his speed and used the Seven Tiger Sword Technique to focus on the flaws in his sword style.

The two were engrossed in the fight, and suddenly heard the screams outside, and the two who were fighting were taken aback, and hurriedly retreated, and at the same time looked again, but saw a Huashan sect disciple fall to the ground, already exhausted.

It was not someone else, but a scholar who watched the battle as a referee, he saw everyone looking at him, showed an embarrassed look, shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "I saw that the two of you were playing wonderfully, and I wanted to find someone to move my muscles and bones, but I didn't expect that the disciples of your sect were all pus, and before I could use my strength, he would die!

With no regrets, he knew that he had foreign aid, so he took advantage of the middle-aged man's distraction to attack with a knife.

The middle-aged man saw that he was attacking without regrets, and was about to fight back, when he suddenly heard a miserable scream from his disciples, and he didn't need to look at it to know that someone must have died under the hands of the scholar.

has no regrets, but regardless of so much, he rushed to attack again and again, and suddenly reversed the inferior style.

I could only hear the screams in the woods, and the scholars kept slaughtering the disciples of Huashan, the original purpose was to distract him so that he could win without regrets.

At this time, seeing that his method had achieved results, the middle-aged man really couldn't concentrate on dealing with Wu regrets, he was quite happy in his heart, and said with a smile: "Why are the disciples of the Huashan faction so useless! I'm trying my footwork, I'm sorry, I'm punching, hey, I said why are the disciples of your Huashan faction so stupid, what the enemy says is what it is, and I don't know how to be flexible at all. ”

As he spoke, the crowd heard another scream.

"Well, it's the fifteenth!" After the scholar finished killing, he also reported the data, and the middle-aged man's face sank like water, he couldn't help but be anxious, and couldn't help but say angrily: "Who are you, why did you innocently slaughter my Huashan disciple?"

As soon as he spoke, he was inevitably distracted, but he took advantage of the situation to stab him twice without regrets, and the middle-aged man was unguarded and was almost cut by him, and he couldn't help but be even more anxious.

Seeing that the disciples besieged the scholars, but to no avail, on the other hand, the scholars entered the flock like tigers, and some of the disciples continued to fall to the ground and die.

In fact, both he and Wu Regret understood that the scholar had no grudge against him, and his constant slaughter was aimed at distracting him so that Wu Regret could win.

"Eighteen!" another scream rang out with the scholar's voice.

The middle-aged man was in a state of confusion, but without regrets, the knife skyrocketed, and he continued to attack.

The unrepentant sword qi and the bright moon in the sky reflected each other, all the torches were eclipsed, and the middle-aged man's face changed, and he didn't care about his disciples, so he was busy concentrating on the enemy.

The purple qi and the black mang intersected, making a series of clanging sounds, and at this moment, the scholar shouted: "The disciples of the Huashan Sect are about to be killed by me! ”

The middle-aged man didn't want to pay attention to him, but when he called him, he was still distracted, seeing that the tip of the knife had cut his throat without regrets, he was not shocked, he hurriedly raised his head, and he avoided this knife with an iron plate bridge, and the sword in his hand also stabbed sharply at the chest of no regrets.

There was a loud "bang", and the golden light flashed, but it was the scholar who saw that there was no regret and danger, and gave up the disciple of the Huashan faction, and helped him block a sword, at the same time, the middle-aged man could not avoid the knife without regrets, although the knife style was off, and it did not stab the chest point, but the left arm was already dripping with blood.

He stared at the scholar viciously, and said angrily: "You said that you would fight alone, why did you stop it?"

I thought that if it weren't for you, this kid, to get in the way, even if my sword couldn't kill him without regrets, it would definitely hurt him hard.

The scholar smiled indifferently and said, "You said that you wanted to fight alone, but I didn't say it! What's more, I still want to kill you once and for all!"

"You ......" the middle-aged man couldn't help but be stunned.

The scholar sneered: "What am I? Now that you are injured, if you don't take advantage of this time to kill you, will you wait for you to recover so that you can seek revenge on me?"

This time, he couldn't help but be stunned without regrets, thinking that no wonder they would be called the Demon Sect, originally he kept slaughtering the Huashan Sect for himself, it was enough to be excessive, but now he wants to do nothing, two endlessly, kill the middle-aged man, act really ruthlessly, the evil door is very evil, it seems that he is right to stay away from them.

The scholar shook the folding fan in his hand and sneered: "Are you ready, suffer death!"

The middle-aged man is also a big man, when did he suffer from this kind of, he immediately shook the long sword in his hand, and said angrily: "Okay! The old man wants to see how you kill me!"

Seeing that he killed the disciples of Huashan just now, he was extremely skilled, and he was by no means under the middle-aged man, and now the middle-aged man has been injured by himself, if he really wants to kill him, it is not difficult to be afraid.

immediately stopped: "Brother Tai, I think this matter will be forgotten!"

The scholar was puzzled and asked, "You don't want to kill him?"

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