As soon as the sword flashed, several girls screamed continuously, and ran to the broken door with a disgraced face, completely devoid of the hypocrisy of the usual words.

Liu Jian, who was hiding under the table, only looked at the sword light figure, and was shocked and couldn't react in time to flee outside. In the midst of the lightning, the long sword in the hands of the big and small nuns brought up the Dao sword shadow, and Liu Jian was dazzled when he saw it.

The handsome boy Shilixiang didn't know when there was a soft sword in his hand, and his right hand shook, and the soft sword rolled towards the smooth wrist of the little nun like a whip.

Although this little nun is not very old, her surname is quite quiet, and she should have some experience in fighting the enemy. The tricky trick of the soft sword, he suffered from the lack of arm length, so he could only change his tricks to defend himself.

She has practiced this set of swordsmanship quite proficiently, and the connection is smooth when changing moves, and she has been able to give full play to the mystery of this swordsmanship.

The soft sword was stirred by the long sword in the hand of the little nun, wrapped around it like a poisonous snake, the tip of the sword was like a snake's head, and after several twists, it finally took the jade white wrist of the nun.

The little nun had no choice but to withdraw her sword, and her left hand condensed into a sword and pointed at Shilixiang's wrist. It's just that I lost the long sword, and I couldn't help but feel a little worried in my heart, and the strength and accuracy of this finger were a little worse.

The long sword of the middle-aged female nun on the left stabbed the shoulder socket of the brocade-clothed boy, the sword momentum was fast, and the water marks on the sword body rippled. If this sword is stabbed, the flower picker will definitely end up with serious injuries and amputated limbs.

Distracted, the little nun got off the sword, and the blade of the sword here was already up to her body.

Shilixiang's face did not change color, his body moved back half a step strangely, and his left foot was tilted up to make a beautiful vertical kick. The middle-aged nun was hit by a sudden kick from below, and the long sword was sideways, and the sword was suddenly pierced into the air.

The old nun snorted coldly, and the deviated long sword was changed to a sweep, and the sword light shining with flowers and candles was silver.

Compared with the cardamom years of the nephew next to him, it is also appropriate for this middle-aged nun to be called an old nun.

Shili Xiang leaned back, turned the soft sword, stirred the long sword and swept towards the lower abdomen of the middle-aged nun. The old nun's body seemed to be very soft, and her waist swung to avoid the blade of the sword, but her gray robe was cut.

And the sword marks crossed, and the two strands of long hair fluttering in front of Shili Xiang's forehead were also broken;

And the little nun's sword finger had already pointed at his arm, so he heard a painful snort, and the little nun's figure quickly retreated, but she could avoid the light stab of the soft sword, and covered the fingers of her left hand and frowned.

Liu Jian, who was hiding under the table, was dumbfounded, and the scene that happened in an instant made him have a phantom in his mind, and nothing else.

Looking at it from the front, the kicking action of the boy in brocade was like a dance, and the soft sword in his hand was tricky and vicious, breaking the offensive of the two in three moves and two styles. And the sword shadows in front of the two nuns flew over, and the sword fingers intersected, but they were also aggressive.

This is...... Learn swordsmanship!

Liu Jian shouted wildly in his heart, he just wanted to stand up to the round table and roar, Lao Tzu wore to the martial arts world!

"The silver thief looks at the sword!"

The old nun shouted again, with a little anger and shame, and the long sword stabbed again under Shilixiang's armpit, where her swordsmanship changed.

Liu Jian imagined with no lack of evil humor that the flower thief broke into the nunnery at night, whether it could be regarded as a sheep in the mouth of a tiger......

I can't help but sigh again, I have seen a lot in this land of fireworks, and I am as pure as a brother, and I am inevitably a little evil, which shows the degree of truth of 'the black who is close to ink'.

Pouted, and continued to watch the first live-action fight in his life, which was much more exciting than those grandmaster-level martial arts movies.

The little nun reflexively fought again, but the long sword was swept away by the silver thief, and she could only sweep the battle for her uncle with her bare hands. The old nun's sword pharaoh is spicy and non-stop, but Shili Xiang is weird, swaying left and right under the sword blade, but he is always safe and sound.

And Shili Xiang was not afraid at all with one enemy and two enemies, but with a movement of his ears, he caught the sound of hurried footsteps in the hall outside the room, and naturally did not dare to fight more.

The figure swayed on the spot, and made a false move to dodge the old nun's sword, his feet were half-hanging, his waist was boneless, and his body suddenly turned strangely past the old nun's body, and pounced on the wooden window again.

"The silver thief is gone!" the old nun raised her sword and stepped on, but her body speed was much worse than that of Shi Lixiang. As a high-risk profession such as a flower thief, if you don't have a clever body or light kung fu, you won't be able to make a name for yourself in the rivers and lakes.

"I'll go, Ling Bo Weibu?!"

Liu Jian couldn't help but let out a low breath, but the shock in his heart was beyond words. Why is it that Ling Bo is still a descendant of Duan Yu written by Jin Yong? That's right, the descendant of Duan Daguan, is definitely a good hand at being a flower thief.

Knock knock! The dense sound sounded again, it was the sound of iron tools entering the wood, and there were not a few people outside who ambushed and greeted Dark Qingzi.

Shilixiang had to retract his head, scolding in his mouth, but he couldn't hear what he was scolding. The old nun had already rushed with her sword, and Shilixiang had to turn around to meet the enemy, but she had no interest in entangling again.

With the graceful movement of turning seven hundred and twenty degrees in the air, he dodged the long sword sharpened by the old nun, and the soft sword swept back the delicate palm of the little nun, and his body pounced on the door of the incense room.

Liu Jian watched with bated breath, and when Shili Xiang swept past the table, he brought up a little afterimage, which was similar to the Ling Bo microstep in his memory. A certain little guy was so excited that he couldn't help himself, and he couldn't wait to rush out immediately to learn from his teacher.

"I want to go!" The loud shout was full of breath and deafening, and he heard a few bangs of flesh and palms, and Shili Xiang seemed to be strongly blocked.

The old nun jumped out of the door with the little nun, and the noisy screams rose and fell in Fengmanlou, and there were whirring swords mixed with it.

There was a muffled snort outside the door, and Shilixiang's figure flew back upside down in embarrassment, and his back slammed into the round table, and a force broke the thick red nanmu into pieces.

The two children hiding under the round table were not affected by this force, but the vegetable soup and wine were dripping, quite embarrassed.

Poof! Shilixiang's body trembled, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, her face was like gold paper, and her breath was disordered. As soon as the blood flashed, Butterfly Dance, who had been in a high degree of tension, finally couldn't help but scream, making Liu Jian's ears buzz and tremble for a long time.

There is no limit to how much a woman can make noise.

Four figures outside the door jumped forward at the same time, and a majestic man in front of him wore golden rings on his thick arms, almost blinding Liu Jian's eyes.

Shilixiang turned her head and glanced at the embarrassed child, and couldn't help but look happy, grabbed Liu Jian's collar with her arm, and dragged him to the window again.

A certain guy was a little confused by the sudden action of this silver thief, and his first reaction was that this guy who would 'Ling Bo Weibu' took a fancy to his qualifications and wanted to accept himself as an apprentice.

But then the sound of breaking the air in his ears made him suddenly wake up, what kind of fortune is the head, this Nima wants to use himself as a protective shield!

"Save ......"

The sound of dong dong rang in his ears, and Liu Jian's heart was cold, but fortunately, Shilixiang's figure paused slightly, and dodged a wave of hidden weapons and arrows before jumping out, otherwise Liu Jian was afraid that he would have fallen into mud and dust at this time, and it was absolutely unfortunate.

The wind was whistling in his ears, the fist wind behind him was fierce, and the sound of shouting and scolding and crying was like a magic sound, but it was difficult for Liu Jian to distract him. The second floor of Fengmanlou has a height of five or six meters, and if you fall at this height, you will either break your legs or break your feet, or your head will bloom.

Ever since he fell off the cement platform on the eighth floor, Liu Jian has had an absolute fear of the sense of suspension, and that feeling of infinite imminence to death can torture people to the point of madness.

"Hey, hey, help!"

In a hurry, he could only pull Shilixiang's collar, and the four hidden weapon masters standing in the backyard flower garden ran at the same time, throwing out another wave of hidden weapons at the silver thief who jumped in mid-air.

Shili Xiangchong is difficult to borrow in the air, and without peerless light skills such as Wudang Tiyun Zong, he can only adopt the strategy of IQ suppression. At this time, the importance of Liu Jian was highlighted, although the body of a seven or eight-year-old child was small, it could also cover the vital points of his body.

With two pops, Liu Jian's eyes suddenly straightened, and a miserable howl came from the night sky, which alarmed the people in half of the city.

"Haha, thank you little brother! Li said that he will be rewarded!"

Shilixiang, whose face was like gold paper, could still laugh out loud, but Liu Jian's little eyes suddenly filled with tears, and the pain was quite intense, and he didn't know where it came from for a while.

The silver thief slapped his palm on Liu Jian's shoulder, Liu Jian snorted, and his figure flew towards the window that was smashed by the hidden weapon. And Shilixiang borrowed his strength again and floated to the backyard wall.

The old nun who was trying to pounce out of the window had to stop her figure and reach out to take Liu Jian. When I looked at it again, in the lights and shadows of Fengmanlou, there was still the figure of the silver thief Shilixiang.

"Go east!" The master of the hidden weapon in ambush below beckoned, and the old nun put aside Liu Jian in her hand, and her body was like a wild goose spreading her wings, and she jumped into the night sky.

"Chase!" the eight-foot strong man greeted, and several secret weapon masters below followed the figure of the old nun. The strong man sighed, slammed his fist on the wall, smashed a half-inch fist print, turned his head and ran towards the door of the incense room.

There's no way, he's practicing external strength, and he can't fly around like these internal masters.

"Ouch!" Liu Jian lay on the ground and snorted bitterly, and the little nun who was about to chase after the strong man with the golden ring stopped, hesitated, and ran to Liu Jian's side to pick up the child. Somewhat anxiously asked, "How are you?"

Surrounded by nephrite jade and fragrant, Liu Jian, who escaped death, was able to wander at this time, and even forgot the pain of his body.

Looking at the delicate and pretty face that was close at hand, there was no green silk to cover it but it could highlight the soft and lovely, and the smooth skin had a misty light, which made his heart sway.

Little sister, you are the rescuer invited by the monkey...... Isn't it, Yilin of the Hengshan faction?

"The big and small nuns of Shuiyue Nunnery! The Yanjian Mountain Fist of the Changhe Gang! Look forward to your Huanghua girl, I am now thinking about Shilixiang! Hahahaha! A group of rice buckets!"

The sound of arrogant laughter echoed in the night sky, and the old nun shouted and scolded, but scolded and scolded, and let the silver thief flee tonight, and I don't know how many good women will be harmed by him.

"This silver thief!" the little nun snorted, causing Liu Jianwan to wake up suddenly, and couldn't help but snort in pain again. Pretty Little Ni hurriedly asked again: "How are you?"

It can be seen that the little nun is a kind and innocent person, Liu Jian snorted miserably, and the three-foot man shed hot tears. "I got it. ”

"Where was the injury?" Pretty Xiaoni asked again, Liu Jian's face turned red, and he pointed to his right buttocks with his eyes closed.

"This ......" The thirteen or fourteen-year-old little nun suddenly blushed, although she was only a seven or eight-year-old child, but it was only the first time she had encountered this battle. But saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, this is the Bodhisattva's teaching, and she naturally can't let a child go.

Pressing around the iron dart, he tore the fabric on his buttocks, and suddenly let Liu Jian taste the realm of what it means to be cold. The old man, who was a child, blushed suddenly, and simply closed his eyes and fell on the thigh of the little nun.

"This dart...... Poisonous!"

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