"..." Xue Yiren was obviously also deeply poisoned by the brains of the people in the martial arts world, and was silent for a moment. "The girl has carried several lives. Since I was involved in this matter, I had to take care of the previous one."

Luo Feiyu frowned deeply.

Xue Yiren's sword was many times faster than Yihong. No one present could see how his sword took action, where it stabbed, and where it would stab. But everyone who saw this sword thought that Luo Feiyu would never catch this sword faster than lightning.

Xue Yiren's swordsman's high swordsmanship has long exceeded the imagination of the world.

There was only a flash of lightning in front of Luo Feiyu's eyes. The person who was originally several feet away from him had already arrived. He was sweating in his cold sweat and realized that the sword was attacking his throat.

In this case, no matter whether it is slowing down or sealing the inside, what makes Luo Feiyu feel safe the most is—

The sword is like a treble, and the chasing shape is super shadow.

The sword shadow released instantly left traces and successfully hit the opportunity when the sword edge was less than half an inch away from his throat. Xue Yiren's eyes flashed with a splendor, and he suddenly retreated fifteen feet.

There was no blood splattering on the spot, no weapons were connected.

Everyone present looked at the scene in surprise, and their chin was about to fall to the ground.

Miss Xiu was young and could take the shocking sword of Xue Yiren!

They were shocked and suspicious, and they each complained in their hearts: They also said that you two have nothing to do with each other! Miss Xiu's swordsman must have been tuned by Xue Yiren. She was so powerful after being taught!

Xue Yiren looked at Luo Feiyu with a slight appreciation, and was surprised: "Your swordsmanship...is good."

This is a very high evaluation. People in the martial arts world originally thought that Luo Feiyu could kill Zamuhe and other famous old martial arts world with one person, so he must have used some despicable means. It is only now that Miss Xiu gradually realized that if Miss Xiu could enter and exit the Nan Shaolin five years ago, her martial arts would not be easy.

Just because her reputation is always accompanied by all kinds of amazing scandals, people subconsciously ignore her martial arts.

Luo Feiyu turned his swords and seemed to be in the mood to dance, but in fact he could deal with Xue Yiren's next attack at any time with a full sword dance.

"Who are you going to teach me?" Xue Yiren asked.

Luo Feiyu replied loudly: "Yangzhou Qixiufang, under the gate of Chu Xiu Xiao Baiyan."

"Xiao Baiyan..." Xue Yiren had never heard of this person's name, let alone Qixiufang. "I heard that you are using the Changge Feihong Sword?"

Luo Feiyu sneered contemptuously: "Miss Gongsun is the founder of our sect. Changge Feihong Sword is just a waste of sword weapon. He dares to call Gongsun Jianwu with the orthodox Bing Xin Jue of this sect!"

Xue Yiren's face turned a little darker, and his voice was slightly cold: "Girl is arrogant. Let me come and experience the reputation of Gongsun Sword Saint!" As soon as he finished speaking, the man rushed up.

Luo Feiyu was prepared for the time being, and he hung up the damage reduction. He broke the sword and sealed the lightning skills of the inner seal. Thunder and Dhaki Strings followed one after another, slowing down the speed and dizziness of Xue Yiren, while carefully avoiding his extremely dangerous attack.

Even so, he avoided Xue Yiren's thrilling move when he was thrillingly driving the butterfly to get enough.

Seeing that she was so young, Xue Yiren could achieve the sword energy condensed, and the splendor burst out in her eyes, and the sword in her palm instantly blew out silver light.

At such a distance and such speed, everyone thought that the sword from Xue Yiren had reached the pinnacle. Seeing this silver light, they realized that his blow that shocked the whole audience had not done their best.

Luo Feiyu complained in his heart. Xue Yiren saw through his thunder. He broke his waist hard, and then he made up an imperial throne and barely stood firm to stop the man. However, Xue Yiren failed for three consecutive swords, and his fighting spirit was already burning. He was so fast that he was accurate and ruthless that he was able to draw the sword and then he rose to another level.

Everyone stared at the incredible duel in amazement, silent, and couldn't help but feel so nervous that they even had to stop breathing.

Xue Yi has been famous for forty years, and no one has ever been able to go through ten moves under him.

But Miss Xiu... She turned around and turned her back and responded calmly. The sword moves were connected with graceful and elegant, like a dragon flying in the sky, or a stunning geese riding on the wind, her momentum was not inferior to Xue Yi Ren who was united with swords, and her sword skills were extremely beautiful.

Today, everyone knows the true style of Gongsun Jianwu, who was verbally circulated from the Tang Dynasty, "coming like thunder and frightening, and stopping like clear light in the rivers and seas."

This is what a sword dance moves everywhere!

They gradually forgot to count how many moves Luo Feiyu had made under Xue Yiren. Although Luo Feiyu dodged and had almost no chance to fight back, in such a terrible duel, the people present believed that if they had changed themselves, they would be afraid that they would not be able to take on a single move.

Not to mention Luo Feiyu's light and graceful figure, it is like dancing. Behind this extremely beautiful dance posture is an equally exciting danger!

Nangong Ling stared at Luo Feiyu in the field, swaying and struggling in her heart.

He didn't know what was going on between his sister-in-law and his brother, but the current situation seemed to be like his brother had decided to abandon the car and keep his handsome guy.

Should he help his sister-in-law? If he takes action rashly, will he destroy my brother's plan?

Nangong Ling clenched her fists.

Ren Ci raised him for many years, but when he started, he was not without pain. But he had done it, let alone the poison... was given by his sister-in-law.

Just think of it as a cause and effect reincarnation, and still be kind... Nangong Ling held back and did not move.

Luo Feiyu had reached his limit, and most of his skills were still in CD, while Xue Yiren became more and more fierce as he fought. He was more and more amazing than the other sword. He had no choice but to retreat, handed over the last Quetazhi and forcibly escaped from Xue Yiren's sword energy lock.

Faced with the embarrassing situation where the opponent can see through his skills, he can only bet on the 50% chance of dodging.

In the moment of life and death, the sword came quickly and slowly, and the tip of the sword was only a slight difference from his heart. Luo Feiyu couldn't even sweat. He wanted to close his eyes to meet the end of his life failure, but he couldn't even close his eyes to escape the extremely tormenting scene.

I'm going to... die like this?

...

"Ding" with a sword sound, a powerful energy hit Xue Yiren's sword edge, and the sword body rubbed against Luo Feiyu's arm and flew over.

Luo Feiyu opened his eyes wide and looked at the back of the Yuebai Monk's robe in front of him in surprise. He even forgot the pain of the wound and his mind was messy.

Wuhua let out a long sigh, Yu Guang glanced at Luo Feiyu, turned to Xue Yiren and said, "Amitabha, since the donor did something wrong back then, why didn't he dare to admit it?"

Only then did everyone realize that they came back to their senses from the duel, but they felt that this unexpected and wonderful battle was enough for many people present to recall their lives.

Xue Yiren frowned and said, "Wuhua?"

"That's right." Wuhua nodded slightly, behaved elegantly and handsomely. "The tiger poison is not enough to eat the child. The donor is a famous hero who is really cruel to kill people to silence him? Although she is radical and makes a big mistake, no matter who she dies, the donor should not be the donor."

Everyone looked at each other and felt it was reasonable for a moment. Xue Yi's man was sorry for his mother. He had never been restrained since he was a child, and now he has no protection at all. He doesn't even want to take responsibility for being a father. He just wants to kill him with one sword. He is really not worthy of the reputation of a hero.

If there are injustices and debts, they must take the initiative to settle the matter.

Despicable Xue Yiren! He must have thought of silencing Miss Xiu as soon as possible and then deny her identity so that he can continue to be his noble hero!

Wu Peanut had a face that made people feel good when they saw it. After he made such a light statement, Xuejiazhuang's reputation was completely ruined.

Luo Feiyu stood quietly behind Wuhua, feeling like he had known him on the first day, and it was like this person who had been like this from the beginning, and he had not changed at all.

He uses every means and takes every step forward to make use of everything that can be used at any time, but his words and actions are perfect like flowers in the mirror and moon in the water, without any dust.

There is nothing but nothing, and there is something that is born from nothing, and there is nothing or something, and it is all empty.

Just like the beautiful and dangerous poppy in the sea of ​​flowers of Stone Guanyin.

Wuhua was forcibly tied to a boat by himself, and it was impossible to inherit the Shaolin throne. However, Nangong Ling was already the leader of the Beggars' Sect. In order to clear the obstacles, he decided to make the fake come true, forcing Xue Yiren to lose the reputation and remove the threat of this top-notch master.

Is this really the case?

Luo Feiyu slowly laughed out loud, shaking his head while laughing.

"You said you are such a bald donkey... can't you save me well, so let me have some hope for you..."

No one could understand what he meant, only Wuhua understood.

Wuhua looked at him lightly without answering, and his eyes were filled with confidence in his victory and some things that were indistinguishable.

"Master Wuhua! This demon girl killed the elder Ximen Qian of the gang. You can get out of the way and let us avenge Elder Ximen!"

"The witch killed my gang leader. If you don't get this revenge, how can the Tianxing Gang be in the face!"

"My senior brother Lingjiuzi is also missing! Hainan sect has a deep friendship with the Zhusha Sect. Elder Ximen is killed, so we should share the same hatred of the enemy! The witch is quickly surrendered!"

Wuhua locked her eyebrows, as if she didn't like such a noisy environment and didn't want to hear these worldly sounds.

"Why does the master protect this witch? Although her life is pitiful, she is still alive!"

Wuhua sighed slowly, folded his hands together, and was about to speak-

Luo Feiyu turned around in confusion, and saw Wuhua's expression strange, but said nothing, but instead showed a subtle sneer like a show, between ridicule and disgust.

What does this bald man have to say?

But Wuhua had already withdrawn her gaze and seemed to be not planning to communicate with him anymore.

Luo Feiyu had no choice but to sneak away from others' eyes and leave the border of Kucha alone with doubts in his heart.

After getting through a few hundred feet, he suddenly thought: No, he now... must be able to master martial arts? Since there is no one around and he is in a hurry to go, he doesn't need light skills for Mao?

This thought was about to arise, and the prompt interface suddenly appeared in front of his retina. A voice that was consistent with the default system prompt sound of the Sword Three sounded, bringing a rare sense of intimacy in another world:
Chapter completed!