Carry out obscenity to the end

When Leng Yue was about to die, Xuan Cao's body, which was dodging in panic, suddenly fell backwards, retreating fast, falling fast, and he who had been retreating quickly was tripped by the body of Shao Ying, who had been killed with a sword piercing his heart before, and couldn't help it on his back.

This fall was very strange and timely. Yuan Fang's sword turned into a cold moon and passed against his scalp, leaving a few strands of hair flying.

Yuan Fang looked in amazement at Xuan Cao, who fell to the ground without any warning, and escaped the perfect killing blow, but so what, let me finish it with another sword.

But before he had time to turn around the sword pose, suddenly a handful of blood rained straight towards the door, he let out a loud roar, the sound wave shook out, the blood rain dispersed into blood, and couldn't get close to his face, but this blood was It also blocked his vision for an instant.

Suddenly, Yuan Fang felt the pores of his body stand erect, goosebumps spread all over his body, and a great fear struck him, but he couldn't find the source of the fear. [

Immediately, he heard the sound of a sharp blade piercing the air, and it came straight to his heart with a cold killing intent and undisguised. He was furious, and the ants could still fly into the sky.

He forced himself to stop Leng Yue's castration, and then abruptly circled back to protect his heart. The blood in his body clashed suddenly, and a mouthful of blood was about to spurt out of his throat and was suppressed. Now that he spewed out, he would lose face, but no matter what , the sword that came from the secret attack was accurately and mistakenly knocked into the air, and the crisis was resolved.

It was only a moment when the elbow and armpit changed, and the blood energy shaken by the sound waves dissipated. Yuan Fang looked at things with both eyes, and what she saw was a pair of deep and indifferent eyes, and an unusually calm bloody face.

He couldn't see the previous fear and panic on this face, and he didn't find despair in these eyes, but saw sarcasm.

Yuan Fang's lungs were about to explode, she even dared to mock him, this ants must have flayed him alive.

Yuan Fang subconsciously swung the Lengshuang Sword in his hand, and an extremely severe pain came in like a tide. He felt that the strength in his whole body was draining more and more. Panicked, he involuntarily lowered his head, and a sword rested on his chest. In the abdomen, only the body of the sword can be seen, not the tip of the sword.

He had a ferocious face, grief and anger mixed in his heart, he exhausted his last strength, and wanted to deal a fatal blow to this hateful ant.

But just as he was about to move his sword, Xuancao moved even faster.

For a Yu-level master, such a sword is only considered a serious injury, and it will not kill him.

Mo Yi has laid out his plans step by step up to now. In order to create a very reasonable victory, he keeps arrogating the enemy, even at the risk of taking his own life. The purpose is to make Yuan Fang completely lose his vigilance. Seeing this flaw in the sword technique, Mo Yi has lived for thousands of years in vain.

Guessing that Yuan Fang's Aixian personality would make the most magnificent move, she retreated to Shao Ying in advance, avoided the ultimate move with the help of an accidental trip, covered his sight with a mouthful of dirty blood in her mouth, and then Kicking Shaoying's saber away pretending to be impromptu, wrapping the sword with his own killing intent, and attacking Yuan Fang's heart, Yuan Fang felt a strong killing intent, and thus panicked and misjudged, forcing him to change his moves to reveal flaw.

Finally, the sword inserted into his abdomen was the one where he really used his background. Although the sound was extremely fast but controlled, when Yuan Fang hit the saber flying, this sword mercilessly penetrated into his abdomen, and this kind of sword pierced his abdomen mercilessly. From the perspective of others, it can only be said that Yuan Fang is too careless, too careless, too stupid, and regards a threatening sword as a killing sword, and it is difficult to think of other things.

Xuan Cao neatly pulled out the sword from Yuan Fang's abdomen, and kicked Yuan Fang into the air with a flying kick. Immediately afterwards, the sword in Xuan Cao's hand came out of a strange cloud shape, and his sword was like a flower. The soft and beautiful white cloud caught up with Yuan Fang and stopped in front of him. After a few crisp sounds of sword-to-blade clashes, Yuan Fang's face was ruined, his eyes were stabbed blind, and his neck was cut open. Covering it, but no matter what, he couldn't stop the blood gushing out.

Yuan Fang wailed and wanted to say something, and finally babbled, people knew how sad he felt when he died.

And Dong Fan, who has also been watching the battle, his eyes widened when he saw Xuan Cao's last sword cloud appearing, and he couldn't help whispering: "Yun Yin Killing, it turned out to be the Immortal Cloud Liufeng Sword, how could he know my immortal sword?" Yundao's unique skill?"

Xianyun Liufeng Sword is one of Xianyun Dao's town school swordsmanship, the most famous set of signature swordsmanship, everyone can learn, but only one or two out of a hundred disciples can get started, it is very difficult, and Yun Hidden killing is the most quintessential move in this set of swordsmanship, it is extremely difficult, it needs to be fully integrated with the swordsmanship, and it is combined with the swordsmanship to create soft and beautiful white clouds, but hide the limitless killing intent in the clouds.

The truth, murderous intent and concealment, makes people go from capturing to resisting, and finally becomes the soul under the sword without knowing it.

Xuancao, Mo Yi, Xianyunliufengjian, Dongfan chewed repeatedly, suddenly enlightened, and finally remembered that the source he was familiar with, he received information from this sect half a month ago, and he briefly mentioned it. Gone.

But a new student with low strength, if he is not a direct disciple of the head teacher, is the same master as him, and has an extremely amazing performance in the school field, this news really cannot be passed on to him. [

However, anyone who has practiced the Immortal Cloud Flowing Wind Sword is a person with extraordinary aptitude, and must be trained by the sect, so how can he be reduced to a servant? This is really strange.

Although this question is puzzling, a very playful smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth. If these two people are really the ones, there is no doubt that they are all from his own family. Junior brother who is greedy for money, this is a game today, it is so ruthless, even his own senior brother didn't see it, he got caught by him, and blinded the hundreds of thousands of spirit stones he had bet.

Dongfan couldn't help sighing inwardly, the generosity, really super generosity, although he couldn't figure out how this life source bead came from, but the origin of this little junior was mysterious, regardless of that, with Yuan Fang's death, this There is no doubt that the winner of the battle is Xuancao. According to the previous bet, this little junior brother can earn at least 300 million spirit stones, which is amazing, and his own net worth is not much more than this. The speed of earning spirit stones is truly amazing! It's beyond compare.

Dong Fan looked at Mo Yi, whose face was extremely pale, but who was sweating from his brow but forced himself to be calm, and couldn't help but give a thumbs up in his heart. He pretended to be acting and capable, and if he didn't see it through himself. Their true identities must have been concealed by his performance. This young boy who is only twelve or thirteen years old is so powerful. If he gets older, his master will probably be betrayed by this little brother, and then he will be happy Help this junior to count the money.

Dong Fan mourned in silence for Mo Qianfeng, who was constantly sneezing in the Immortal Cloud Dao. With such a superb apprentice and a sincere master, how could he not be sad, and I am afraid that he will lose his life in the evening.