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Recalling the first time ten people met, Uncle Sang defeated everyone with a crushing posture. Her big snow-blue eyes were filled with a trace of fear, an instinctive fear of powerful strength.

Aya Xiaocheng has no fear.

This emotion has long since faded into ashes.

He crossed the knife.

In an instant!

"Crash!"

There was a wave-like sound on the silver blade!

The same silver-white blade.

only.

Uncle Sang is holding a black knife at the moment.

and.

Ling Xiaocheng is holding the blue knife at the moment.

The blue and white waves on the body of the knife are constantly rushing, and some water splashes around, leaving a small blue and white tail.

I only heard Ling Xiaocheng say lightly:

"One shape - water surface cut!"

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night.

The villa by the creek.

Next to a cherry blossom tree.

"boom!!"

"Zizi!!"

In an instant!

Two knives collide!

Fierce sparks burst out and splashed all around!The blue and white water splashed all around!

Black and blue swords.

It seems to represent two spaces.

A pitch-black airflow shot out from the black knife, violently blowing up the military overcoat on Uncle Sang's body, and the cherry blossom trees behind him rustled!

The blue air flow burst out from the blue knife, blowing up Ling Xiaocheng's black hair, and some blue and white water droplets brushed his cheeks and splashed around!

It's like two strong winds colliding!

The blue wind hits the black wind!

Immediately.

The two held each other's knives tightly.

No one took a step back.

"Young man, is this your trick? The power is indeed strong enough, but..." Uncle Sang smiled lightly: "The flexibility is not enough."

Uncle Sang slightly twisted the knife in his hand, backhanded forcefully, and directly attacked under the silver blade!

what!

Aya Xiaocheng's expression changed.

The silver blade in his hand didn't listen to his commands!

He was picked up by the black knife all of a sudden!

This is less than a second.

Ling Xiaocheng had two choices in mind.

First: Abandon the knife.

Give up the knife in his hand. When the knife is picked up, the enemy will definitely have a short stagnation time. Taking advantage of this time, he can directly attack his throat and kill him with one blow.

Second: flying.

Hold the knife in your hand tightly, use the strength of the enemy to fly yourself into the air, and then make a powerful blow with the shape of the eight, giving the enemy heavy oppression.

but.

If the enemy is armed and domineering, it cannot be ruled out that if the throat can be hardened, one's own attack may be ineffective, and if there is no weapon, it will definitely be defeated.

and so.

Ling Xiaocheng did not hesitate to choose the second one.

"Ping!"

There was a crisp sound.

Ling Xiaocheng was thrown into the air with a knife, and a whirlwind burst out from the black knife, blowing Ling Xiaocheng very high.

In the sky.

Ling Xiaocheng rotated his body 360 degrees, and the sharp silver blade tore through the invisible air layer.

Bursts of water splashed from the silver blade, and the blue-white water droplets looked extraordinarily gorgeous under the moonlight.

on the ground.

Uncle Sang didn't look up.

As if indifferent to the enemies in the sky.

He lowered his head slowly.