Crossing into a straw bag fifth miss: 101 tactics of the art of taming

Illusion, everything is just an illusion, passing by, everything is just a cloud.Remember in a second【Bai Xiaosheng Novels】www>

Luo Liulingyi and Chu Yun pressed their backs, and immediately surrounded by guards.

Once again caught in a bloody battle, under the shadow of swords and swords, two figures kept killing the guards around them.

Under Chu Yun's powerful palm, Yi Zhang slapped a guard, who floated into the air like a kite, and when he fell, his seven orifices were already bleeding and his limbs were stiff.

There are large patches of red on the bodies of the two and three men, some of them are their own and some of these people's. Under these torches, they look very ferocious and terrifying. [

"Master, are you okay!"

Mo Li stepped forward, took out a bottle from his arms, and sprinkled some medicinal powder on Feng Xiliang's shoulder.

There was no trace of pain on his seductive face, and he was resolute like a soldier.

Standing like this, looking at the figure not far away, a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth. In Li Li's eyes, this kind of smile made his body shudder uncontrollably.

"Go back."

There was no emotion in those two cold words, and the air didn't even fluctuate in the slightest.

He quickly drew his sword from Li Qi's waist.

When the sword came out, the cold light seemed to freeze the minds of these people, only to see a cold and bright light, and an evil figure came from not far away, facing Luo Liuling.

Feng Xiliang had a tyrannical aura all over his body, and raised his arms slightly. This sword, under the moonlight, was like an enchanter, bursting out a thrilling coercion in this space.

With a light wave, the light of the sword soared, the space was full of violent sounds, and the endless internal energy was all on the sword, sweeping away like Luo Liuling.

Not far away, Aofeng saw that his master was in danger, his complexion changed drastically, his horrified eyes enlarged, the sword in his hand became more violent, he turned around, and all the guards around him fell to the ground with a single blow.

With a sway, he walked towards Feng Xiliang.

The two figures faced each other straight in mid-air, and the figures of both of them reached the extreme.

puff! "A sword with immense strength slashed fiercely at Aofeng's chest, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Aofeng's body slid straight down like a broken thread in mid-air.

Feng Xiliang didn't stop, the sword in his hand moved towards Aofeng's Tianling Gai. Under the moonlight, a silver thread seemed to come from the moonlight, tightly wrapped around Feng Xiliang's sword-holding hand, and a bright red thread The mark appeared on Feng Xiliang's hand.