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A silent wind, a lonely figure.

Kuchimu Yanke still knelt on the ground with no expression on his face.

Just when he drew his short knife half an inch, Xiao Wenwen saw a black light appear under the light of his knife.

"Come again." Li Zhong drew his sword and stood up again, with the horizontal sword on his forehead.

"One thought, one thousand actions."

The sword held by Li Zhong cut across many sword shadows, causing everyone to frown.

The point of the sword pierced the eyebrows of Kuanmu Yanke, only a tiny bit away, but that tiny bit was a natural moat.

There was a gleam of coldness in the corner of the dead wood lover's eyes, and he still drew his dagger half an inch.

The inch light has passed away, and the figure has been injured.

A bloodstain appeared on Li Zhong's forehead, but it was half an inch off, hurting his skull but not his life.

The crowd looked at Li Zhong's hand holding the sword and trembled a few times, only to see that Li Zhong closed his eyes and opened them again suddenly.

"An angry spring and autumn."

The Deadwood Yanke looked at Li Zhong, and said flatly: "This is your third move."

Li Zhong's temperament was originally gentle and kind, but now he has a red light in his eyes.

A sword stroke is like a spring tree, and the sword energy is full of the end of early spring, looking down on Tu Rutu, breaking through the ground with fierce force.

"I didn't expect Li Zhong's swordsmanship to reach such a level." Zhuge Jue looked at Li Zhong's sword moves and said, his eyes were also amazed.

Kuchimu Yanke drew out the broken knife and slashed at Li Zhong.

The silent wind, the silent figure, Li Zhong's broken sword and his resolute expression.

"You might as well use your last move." Kuchimu Yanke said calmly.

A drop of sweat fell to the ground.

Li Zhong put the broken sword in its scabbard, and said with a flat face, "I'm defeated."

"I really want to see the autumn sword style of your angry spring and autumn." Kuchimu Yanke stared with sincerity in his eyes.

"If you win, you win. Why bother to humiliate others." Shen Yu said and stood up.

"I don't intend to humiliate, it's just..." Kuchiki Yanke said, as if thinking of suitable words.

"Why bother, say a word." Shen Yu clenched his fists as he spoke.

"Hmm." Kuchimu Yanke gave a faint "hmm" and continued: "It's just my fighting spirit."

"Fighting thoughts are causing trouble." Shen Yu didn't understand what it meant.

"Every time I fight, I think I will die. I want to know which move I died in." Kuchimu Yanke said, his cold eyes were a little bit of fireworks.

Everyone listened to his words, and their hearts were also stunned by his "fighting thoughts".

With the heart of dying, it is no wonder that the "rotten wood" family is full of strong people.

"Exactly, so do I." As Shen Yu said, he punched the deadwood beauty.

Kuchiki Yanke pulled out his dagger and stood up instantly.

The white robe on his body resounded in the air, and there were "broken knives" under his white robe.

Shen Yu pierced through the air with a punch, forcing Kui Mu Yan Ke to jump up.

"phantom."

Kuchimu Yanke said indifferently, holding up several broken knives in his hands, only to see the shadow of his knives swung out, and Shen Yu had disappeared.

Xiao Wenwen frowned and looked at Kuchimu Yanke's sword skills, and remembered the "Ninja Way" mentioned in an ancient book.

"Fold." Kuchimu Yanke spat out a word.

Suddenly, the white robe of the rotten wood beauty flew into the air at once.

Suddenly, Kuchimu Yanke also disappeared on the spot.

"What kind of Taoism is this?" Zhuge Yue looked at the two of them and disappeared out of thin air.

"The Way of World Ninja." Xiao asked, looking at a wild flower not far away.

He picked off the wild flowers and threw them into the air.

Boundary technique.

Xiao Wenwen just knew a little bit about it. In Tianjian's colorless realm, Ye Mo Fuling's realm technique is exactly similar to this.

The wild flowers are gone with the wind, and the shadows of a cluster of flowers are like light clouds.

Bang!

When the group of flower shadows dispersed, Deadwood Yanke and Shen Yu appeared.

There was a trace of blood in the corner of Kuanmu Yanke's mouth, and a broken knife was inserted under Shen Yu's left abdomen.

"You... are qualified to enter Sanhuang Mountain." As Kuchimu Yanke said, he pulled out the broken knife stuck in Shen Yu's mansion.

"One clean cut." Seeing that Kuchimu Yanke still had a calm tone, he continued: "No more debts."

The outcome has been decided, it is a passerby.

Shen Yu frowned, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "It's been many years, I haven't fought desperately."

Zhuge Yue and Nalan Chanyi helped Shen Yu up, only to see that rotten wood beauty turned his attention to Xiao Wendao.

A Xuanpin Lingyou Pill was delivered to Shen Yu's mouth.

Shen Yu's injury was mostly healed at once, but his face was still half pale.

"Good Dan." Kuchimu Yanke praised.

"General." Xiao Wendao said, holding up Wendao sword.

If Shen Yu was defeated, among the few remaining people, except Xiao Wendao, Nalan Chanyi would be the only ones who could fight against Kuanmu Yanke.

He is still reluctant.

"You and I will fight." Xiao Wen raised the corner of his mouth with a trace of evil charm.

"Alright." Kuchimu Yanke said, pulling out all the broken knives under his robe.

"Ask." Su Er cried out coquettishly, and stopped Xiao Wenwen.

Nalan Dieyi raised her clear eyes, looked at Xiao Wendao and said, "I want to fight him."

When everyone heard Nalan Dieyi's words, they were slightly startled, and the rest of the men suddenly became embarrassed.

Xiao Wenwen didn't care about other people's thoughts, and asked, "I'm not sure about him."

Nalan Dieyi listened to what Xiao asked, smiled sweetly, and said, "I'm sure."

Xiao Wenwen looked at Nalan Dieyi's expression with high interest.

"Well, be careful." Xiao asked, looking at Kuanmu Yanke and said: "If he dares to hurt you, I will not care about the rules and the sword in my hand."

Kuchiki Yanke listened with a calm expression on his face.

"An opponent is an opponent. In my eyes, there is no difference between men and women." Kuchiki Yanke said, holding a broken knife in his hand.

Nalan Dieyi held the Dieyi sword, and a strange fire from the tip of the sword went towards the deadwood beauty.

"This is not a skill." Kuchimu Yanke said, bringing up the broken knife and coming to fight.

This time, Ren Shi made Xiao Wendao sweat a little.

Unexpectedly, Nalan Dieyi folded his body and retreated, holding the Dieyi sword, and did not fight head-on with the deadwood beauty.

"I said before, I fight with the heart of death." Kuchimu Yanke finished.

One knife pierced through the air, and one knife slashed on Nalan Dieyi's Dieyi sword.

After dozens of tricks, Nalan Dieyi was only for parrying, there were a few beads of sweat on her brows.

"A dream about stinging insects."

The Dieyi sword held up by Nalan Dieyi was somewhat dexterous.

Kuchimu Yanke's face was still as indifferent as a blue cloud, his eyes shone lightly, and his eyebrows were sharp.

"It's broken." Xiao Wendao exclaimed in surprise, seeing Kuanmu Yanke's broken knife cut on Nalan Dieyi's left heart.

A flash of thunder suddenly appeared.

Kuchimu Yanke stopped for a while, seeing Nalan Dieyi's expression, his face changed color slightly.

"One sword is innocent." Nalan Dieyi said.

The Dieyi Sword is like a Wang Youlong, and the tip of the sword has already reached the forehead of the dead wood beauty.

"Fighting with the heart of death, can it stand up to my innocent swordsmanship?" Nalan Dieyi said, stabbing lightly.

She is innocent with a sword and innocent with a smile.

The corner of Kuchimu Yanke's mouth smiled wryly, and that trace of smile was somewhat "innocent".