Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

Kazama Yueli said indifferently: "Few people who have heard of my name will not run away."

He was wiping the scabbard of his strange knife leisurely, with a calm expression on his face.

If Gong Yanmo said so, Feng Lingyan would definitely refute him and laugh at his boasting.

But when the man said it, Feng Lingyan was a little convinced.

After all - seeing him so powerful, Hei Yan didn't dare to let go and turned around and ran away. [

That is a living example.

Is his reputation really like that of Ximen Chuuxue described by Gu Long?

A sword god—no, a sword god?

This person's martial arts are extremely high, although the attack just now was just a glimpse.

But Feng Lingyan is a great expert in martial arts, so he can tell at a glance that this person's martial arts are not inferior to Gong Yanmo's.

I don't know if the two of them PK, who will win and who will lose?

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at the same time.

On a remote hilltop, the man in purple stood there fluttering.

The mountain wind blew up his wide robe sleeves, hunting and flying, as if he would ride the wind away at any time.

Hei Yan knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head at all.

"You mean, that girl is with Flying Swordsman - Kazama Tsukuri? Are you sure?"

His voice was flat, without the slightest ups and downs.I can't hear the joy or anger.

"Yes! This subordinate saw it with his own eyes! This subordinate knows his saber technique and his saber."

The man in purple gave him a cold look, and the corner of his lips curled slightly: "Do you know his sword skills? Has he drawn his sword?"

"No—no!"

A drop of sweat dripped from Hei Yan's forehead.

"It's not surprising. If you saw him draw the knife, then you wouldn't see me alive."