Wuhua didn't know what the Thunder and Lightning Dharma King in Luo Feiyu's mouth was, but this did not prevent him from understanding Luo Feiyu's meaning.

Luo Feiyu is stronger than before. He has never seen this man practice martial arts, but Luo Feiyu, who was easily cleaned up by Wuhua at night in the bridal chamber six years ago, is very different from Luo Feiyu, who fought with Xue Yiren in Jinan a few months ago.

With the same move, Luo Feiyu today has more advanced sword skills than a few months ago.

If this person is willing to spend time studying martial arts, with his qualifications, he will definitely be invincible in the world within five years.

Wuhua was not sorry for this. On the contrary, he was glad that he could still fight Luo Feiyu now.

Whether it is martial arts or learning ability, Luo Feiyu's growth rate is a bit too fast. If he can't control it, it's better to kill it with one knife.

Wuhua's sword was very fast and very straightforward. As soon as he attacked, Luo Feiyu knew that this sword was an inevitable kill that could not be retreated and could not be avoided.

Japan's sword technique emphasizes the use of static movement, and Wuhua's absolute calmness when facing the enemy, which also brings accurate and ruthless judgment to his sword. His seemingly ordinary sword, the essence of Japan's sword art contained in it has already covered the limits of martial arts that people can accommodate.

Those who died when he slashed in the wind would not even feel the pain of cutting the blade on his body. This is the last kindness Wuhua left to Luo Feiyu.

He faced Luo Feiyu's sword with his sharp blade to break through the void.

But he made the wrong plan after all.

Luo Feiyu smiled unkindly, and the sword edge collided with the blade. The moment the sword broke, Wuhua's body seemed to press the pause button, and was blocked by the invading sword energy.

Wuhua frowned, and the knife castrated without changing its strength, slashing towards Luo Feiyu's head.

Luo Feiyu said "tsk" and turned around and moved a sword shadow and pushed him out.

The distance of fifteen feet was instantly pulled away. He held a sword behind his back with his left hand, and put a sword flower on his head with his right hand. When he was spinning and jumping up in the air, the sword energy of the Dingxian was shot out and rushed towards Wuhua, who was still in the sealed state.

Wuhua was hung with two layers of rapid curves by him. The invading negative sword energy rushed through the meridians. He had to distract himself from dealing with these troublesome sword energy, so he naturally didn't care about Luo Feiyu's Dyexian.

Luo Feiyu was a little trickier than he expected.

He had seen Luo Feiyu take action so many times and had long been familiar with his moves. When Luo Feiyu raised his hand, he knew which move Luo Feiyu would use. But he knew that it was one thing, and whether he could catch it was another. The amazing power of this sword dance is that you knew how he was going to shoot the sword, but you couldn't resist it.

Wuhua's eyes burst out with splendor, and his feet were complicated. Before Luo Feiyu could see his figure clearly, he rushed in in a strange way, raised his sword and eyebrows, and turned the blade outward. The pressing murderous aura was as stagnant as the substance.

Luo Feiyu was in a crisis and was in a state of great fortune. He pointed his fingers at the point of his sword and stabbed it out.

"Ding--" As the sword tip and the knife tip were pressed against each other, a ray of moonlight reflected, and a circle of dazzling white light appeared.

The sword intent is far-reaching, and the mind is clear and the nature is clear.

A clear sword heart interrupted Wuhua's attack.

Luo Feiyu took advantage of the situation to pursue the situation. The Jianghai Ningguang detonated and the "peng" sounded and the energy was intersected. Wuhua was shrunk by the Jianghai Ningguang he knew. The surging sword intent, which was as powerful as the waves gathered by the river, rushed into the internal organs. His body was shocked and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

Luo Feiyu wanted to slow him down, but when he saw the blood bars that were almost bottoming out on his head, he hesitated when he drew his sword. He interrupted the sword, held the sword in front of him with his back hand, and made a stop.

Under the moonlight, the barefoot boy stood tall and stood tall, and the red silk slowly fell down. The crisp sound of gold ornaments collided in the sky and the earth echoed between the sky and the earth, and the petal-like internal strength gradually dissipated, as if lotus was born step by step.

"Bang", the long Japanese sword in Wuhua's hand shattered into a silver light.

Wuhua was in a complicated mood and looked at Luo Feiyu's neckless appearance and suddenly burst into laughter.

His upper body trembled and said, "You guy..."

Before he finished speaking, another mouthful of blood surged in his mouth, and he forced himself to swallow it.

No matter who it is, it is not easy for Jiang Hai Ningguang, who is willing to take 90,000 damage, to stand.

Luo Feiyu was silent for a moment and said sadly: "To be honest, our big seven show has two seals and four internal controls. You are a monk who has no counter-injury and no internal seals. If I hit another sword, you will die..."

Wuhua looked up and stared at him: "You have won. I remember that I taught you that you are soft-hearted to the enemy and will die sooner or later in the enemy's hands. Draw your sword!"

It would be fine if he didn't mention it, but he couldn't take action even more if he mentioned Luo Feiyu. In any case, Wuhua had saved him twice, once to block Xue Yiren's fatal blow, and once to prevent him from being besieged by the heroes. He did not kill Wuhua that day, and it was considered to be a reward. Now...

Luo Feiyu put away his swords, raised his chin and said, "From today on, we will not owe each other. Whether you want to keep a low profile or to make a comeback or to change your mind, it doesn't matter to me anymore. If I see you doing evil in the future, I will not show mercy and will definitely send you to the government for execution. There will be sandstorms here soon. If you want to survive, then..."

Wuhua's body shook and fell face down in the sand.

"..." Luo Feiyu couldn't continue to say anything, and he was a little choking.

He wanted to let Wuhua die, but he just took two steps and stopped himself.

“…”

...Wuhua is really amazing.

He calculated that even if Luo Feiyu's martial arts skills were above him, he would not kill anyone; and if Luo Feiyu could not beat him, he would definitely be killed by him.

He never fought a war that was unsure, nor would he do something to die together, so those fire and medicine were actually just a deterrent, so after Chu Liuxiang and the others left, he threw away the fire and broke away.

At least he is still a gentleman when facing this point with dignity.

But even if he was defeated, he left him with sufficient life. He deliberately reminded Luo Feiyu that he owed his life and was determined but not intentional. Luo Feiyu was so angry that he couldn't overcome the hurdle in his heart.

Luo Feiyu sighed deeply and accepted his fate to pick up the half-dead bald donkey from the sand and carry it on his back.

"What a fucking injustice... Why did I get such a bad guy like you..."

Every step of his footstep left a deep pit in the yellow sand, behind which was sweeping overwhelming sand.

The horse's back was bumpy, and Luo Feiyu was glad that he had bought so many scattered air when he was fooling Wuhua. After he ate one bottle and threw it away, he left a long track behind him.

From the bright moon to the sudden breaking of the sky, he ran towards the safe area with his unconscious Wuhua.

The wind circle has arrived. In the state of crazy sand, as long as you stay in the storm, you will lose blood every second. Luo Feiyu has a low world and can barely hold her breasts, but Wuhua's little bloody skin is far from enough.

While feeding Wuhua behind him with great medicine to hold his life, he drove the speed bonus and prayed for Huanglong to run faster.

Wuhua was drowsy and felt the passing of life. He said very calmly behind Luo Feiyu: "I'm going to die."

He noticed that Luo Feiyu's neck was no longer strange. In the last moment of his life, it was rare to see this person look normal.

"Shut up." Luo Feiyu said in a tough tone, with impatient anger.

"...You should be the person I hate the most. If it weren't for the ending today, I would have tried every means to kill you..." He lay on Luo Feiyu's back. Anyone with weapons in his hand could easily attack Luo Feiyu. But at this moment, he neither had the strength nor was he willing to take action.

"...I teach you how to survive in the world, but I didn't drag you into the abyss of darkness... Sooner or later, you will fall into a compassionate and soft-hearted person again... Until then, if you can keep this arbitrary look... it would be great..."

"Don't mess around there. If I throw you into the safe area, I won't care about you. Do you want me to carry the guilt of dying because of me and go back to the world like this? You dream! Even if you go to the world, you must be carefree and carefree. Don't even think about destroying my future life!"

Wuhua laughed behind him, "No matter how powerful a person is, he cannot compete with the power of nature... If you leave me behind, you will survive..."

"I know you are urging me, you don't have to waste your energy, I don't listen to a word!"

"It's better to be stupid than to die of two people..."

Luo Feiyu always paid attention to his blood strips. They were only a few hundred feet away from the boundary of the wind circle. After using up all the horse grass, Huanglong could no longer run. Blood medicine cd, at this blood jumping speed, Wuhua would definitely die on the edge of the wind circle.

He gritted his teeth, turned over and got off the horse and grabbed Wuhua's arm. He jumped up with great light skills, but threw Wuhua out with all his strength at the moment when his strength was exhausted.

"I tell you, Luo Feiyu, who died here today, died suddenly in the wind circle, and would not owe anyone any life! I can't do things that may make my conscience uncomfortable for the rest of my life! I'm not afraid of you biting you back, even if I'm going to kill you, I'll admit it. If I don't save you, I can't do it, so don't think of harming my state of mind!"

With a "bang", Wuhua's bald head hit the thick rock, and his head was bleeding.

Luo Feiyu secretly said "Amitabha" in his heart. This time he hit people with sore teeth was really an accident, but it was definitely not his intentional revenge.

He still has most of the blood vessels, and it will be fine even if he strolls into the safe area slowly.

He just relaxed and was about to rush into the safe zone to welcome the happy Xiusheng who had no female devil or dead bald donkey threatened his life from now on. He heard Wuhua murmuring on the ground:

"Luo...Feiyu..."

May my body not learn from the lovesick tree, but I hope that the silk robes will turn into two flying feathers.

It turns out... his name is Luo Feiyu.

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Fog grass?!

Luo Feiyu's steps suddenly stopped.

He bent down, no sound in his throat, his eyes widened in shock, his heart was about to be filled with slander.

He subconsciously looked at Wuhua, but in Wuhua's equally shocked eyes, he quietly fell into the yellow sand.

...What the hell!!!

The author has something to say: Luo Feiyu: I will never set flags again, my mother sells a copy...qaq
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