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Li Changsheng's dan strength was wanton, and he directly urged the power of the dantian with the momentum of the sharpening flag gun, and the head of the gun flickered and jumped, merging into a dragon snake that was like a silver-white tumbling, opening the bow left and right in the distance, cutting through the void, and in an instant, he flashed the spear one after another.

One shot hits the left side, another sword hits the right sword, and the work is completed in an instant.

And this forward shooting momentum also made Li Changsheng's vision further expand, and his eyes were already wide when he flicked the right blade.

I saw the old swordsman half-squatting in the rain curtain, his clothes becoming wet and soft under the rain, lying close to his skin. Holding the unsheathed long sword, he looked directly at the tip of the sword, his eyes were open, but there was no Li Changsheng, only the tip of the sword!

Click!!

In the next instant, when the tip of Li Changsheng's spear struck for the second time, his whole body suddenly changed, and his bones suddenly flicked and curved, like a soft sword bent to the extreme, and he trembled straight in an instant!

Swish!

Like the click of mechanical parts, the whining of swords, he did not hide it at this moment, allowing the sword to roar.

This movement is like a ten-stone strong bow shooting out of the torrent!

At this moment, Li Changsheng only felt that the other party's incomparably condensed gaze became like a condensed bundle of substantive sword intent.

The other party's curled up and squatting posture did not move, but under the sound of bone crackling, his figure leaned forward, his arms seemed to quickly rush out of the elder, and the perspective looked like a coiled snake stretched out sharply to launch a surprise attack!

Poof!

Can't stop it! There was no time to dodge, and the blade pierced the waist and abdomen so easily.

This is also the result of Li Changsheng's efforts to twist his waist, otherwise it will be the heart.

Whoosh! ~

The blade of the sword closed with one blow, and the figure quickly retreated.

Baste! Baste! ~

Several pleasant sounds like tightening bowstrings sounded again, and Li Changsheng did not hesitate to endure the severe pain, and quickly rolled sideways.

Swish!

The flying sword that flew out of the air before was now as if it had been ordered to quickly return to its sheath!

One of them almost hit Li Changsheng again, and the opponent's control sword control rope shook, and the sword body was in a wave-shaped, and when it rose and fell to a low point, thanks to Li Changsheng rolling again, this dangerously avoided this control sword technique.

This is the real flying sword art!

Zhao Tiezhu's rudimentary flying sword art can only be regarded as a preliminary skill, but it cannot be called proficient.

Whew!

Covering the wound with one hand, Li Changsheng manipulated his muscles to stabilize the wound as much as possible to prevent the blood from collapsing.

Every time the other party strikes, it is more ruthless and fiercer every time.

This was the first time he had been injured so badly since he had practiced martial arts.

Although I have suffered gunshot wounds before, gunshot wounds are completely incomparable to this.

In fact, even if the other party used a pistol, Li Changsheng would not be injured.

No matter how the pistol is used, even with a muffler, the sound is still very loud, and it cannot be concealed from Li Changsheng's ears.

But this flying sword feint is varied, especially the final sword control technique, which is well controlled and kills invisibly.

This is also him, if he changes people, the first hand of temptation, the head will fall off.

However, compared to him, Zhao Tiezhu's injuries at this time were more serious, he had been injured in many places, with three knife wounds, two sword wounds, and one gunshot wound on his body.

The most important thing is that there is still blood flowing at the broken wrist, and I don't know if the second middle school teenager is more hard, and this kid is still carrying.

Li Changsheng has no time to take care of him, he can't care whether this person lives or dies, it is good to help himself share some pressure, and death can be regarded as a life-saving grace.

Neither of them mentioned this stubble, both acquiescing to it.

At the same time, Xun Lao, who was sitting on the boss's chair in the car outside the courtyard, isolated the noisy sound from the outside world, and there was a very classic opera Guan Gong's five levels and six generals in the car.

It wasn't too good to listen to the omen, but it was his lucky song, and he listened to this little song every time he did things like divine help.

Buzzing! ~

The old machine in the pocket is constantly vibrating, Xun Lao just glanced at the number, it was an unfamiliar number, he grinned.

"Where?" As soon as it was connected, Xun Lao took the lead.

"Situ Old Thief, you have already started?" The same old voice came from over there, with a very unkind tone and suppressed anger.

"Hehe, it turned out to be the Xun old thief of the Geng family, how? You haven't done it yet? Oh, I didn't even see you if you didn't do it. Xun

Lao laughed and teased, so angry that the other party jumped to his feet.

"Situ old thief, your Situ family has long been out of drama, even if you are so old, even if you still survive, your fertility cannot be restored, your family should have disappeared in history a long time ago!"

The cold voice of Xun Lao on the opposite side came out through the microphone.

To this, Elder Xun just smiled slightly, "This is not to worry about Senior Brother Xun, your Xun family can be careful, but our Situ family, the ancestors have been royal and noble, and it is enough to be brilliant."

As for now..... Hehe, the old man lives one more jiazi is a jiazi, maybe I will live longer than your Xun family." The

other end of the phone was silent, and it took a while for the other party to sneer

, "Situ old thief, the master of chemical strength in the prime of his life is not so easy to deal with, if you want to kill him, you have to hunt, the old swordsman under your hand is very powerful, but..."

"Nuo, did you hear it, it's raining heavily here, see you're still on the road like this, right?" It should be quite far away, and I hope you will be there tomorrow! Elder

Xun put his mobile phone by the window, and this time the other party was completely silent.

The gossip are more or less familiar, and everyone knows how strong the Baiyi sword under the old Xun hand is.

On a rainy night, the heavier the rain, the stronger his strength becomes.

Previously, they were left with only four companies that could still be active, and they each shot masters to compete.

The other three families sent carefully cultivated dark energy peak masters to compete, and it happened to be pouring rain that day.

And in that battle, some could not even survive the temptation, and the heads fell to the ground.

But no one survived the real first move!

"Situ Old Thief, can I ask.... Worship a sword, is he a chemical or dark energy? There was silence for a long time before he said in a deep voice.

Elder Xun fell into a deep groan, hesitating for a moment but still calmly restored.

"The peak of dark energy, he has never been able to step into chemical energy in this life, he has seen too much life and death, his mind is too firm, a heart has long died of old age, and he can't understand the secret of chemical energy."

This is a profound meaning, and Huajing requires the kind of infant's perception of the novelty of the world, such as Taoism returning to innateness.

With this kind of mentality, you can only succeed if you live to die, that kind of experience too much, get used to too many people in the world, mentality into dead silence and then think about it again! Extremely hard, extremely difficult!

"Unless someone appears who can actually kill him, enough to make him feel dead." Elder Xun sighed.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and then he burst out laughing.

"Haha! Situ old thief, you have a sharp sword that is not fake, but this sharp sword is afraid that it can only accompany you for another ten years at most, and even if it does not die after ten years, this sword will rust. "

If you don't enter the strength, at the age of a sword, another ten years, at most ten years, you may really not even be able to lift the sword."