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Cold bag's sudden hand, let Jing Yunxiao a little less responsive.

Seeing the other party's magic palm is about to blow to his head, Jing Yunxiao tries hard to side, so that his head successfully avoids the attack of the former.

But the head avoided, but the left shoulder did not hide.

"Bang bang."

Lengbao's palm print suddenly fell on Jing Yunxiao's left shoulder, which made Jing Yunxiao shake back dozens of steps. Meanwhile, Jing Yunxiao's left shoulder was also bruised immediately, as if to be broken.

"In the sky."

Things developed so fast that Mu Shishi didn't respond for a moment.

When she reacts, Jing Yunxiao has been injured.

Immediately, she felt some remorse at the bottom of her heart. After all, prospect Yunxiao asked her to help him keep an eye on lengbao. Now lengbao started, but she didn't even stop him. It can be said that part of Jing Yunxiao's injury was his fault.

Fortunately, Jing Yunxiao is not worried about his life.

However, this has already made Mu Shishi angry.

The palm suddenly turned, a long sword in the hand, toward the cold bag burst stab past.

"The boy is not dead?"

If you can't make a sneak attack, you're not happy at all.

Seeing the sword of Mu's poetry attacking, how dare he ignore it and immediately start to deal with it. In the process, he was careful and did not dare to hurt Mu's poetry, so that he stepped back and had no time to take care of the fallen Fan Jian in the pool of blood.

Fan Jian's blood was flowing. He covered the mark with one hand, and almost exhausted all his strength, he rushed into the dense forest around him.

People only know how terrible death is when they are about to die.

Fan Jian has only one thought in his heart at the moment, that is to live.

But he had not run a few steps, a gust of wind suddenly passed by his side. He only felt a flower in front of him. When he came back to his mind, a figure had already stood in front of him, completely blocking his way.

"The sky?"

Looking at the familiar face in front of him, Fan Jian was as frightened as the devil.

"What? Do you want to run? Didn't you want to kill me and take my head back for 500000 taels of silver? Why are you running away now

Bearing the pain of his left shoulder, Jing Yunxiao stopped Fan Jian and said coldly.

Plop.

Without thinking about it, Fan Jian knelt down.

"Brother Jing, I'm wrong. I shouldn't say that. I shouldn't pretend to be forced. I shouldn't be disrespectful to you."

Fan Jian pleaded bitterly.

Jing Yunxiao didn't buy it, and even expressed disgust in his eyes.

As a warrior, so spineless?

"What are you supposed to do?"

Jing Yunxiao asked.

"I should I should... " Fan Jian hesitated, thinking of words quickly in his head, and finally said, "I should be a turtle with a shrinking head and a son of a bitch with no skin and no face."

"No, you die."

Jing Yunxiao shook his head, his eyes suddenly a cold.

The next moment, the breeze point sword.

In a moment, Fan Jian fell to the ground with his eyes closed.

"What?"

Seeing Jing Yunxiao and solving Fan Jian, the flame in lengbao's heart is burning.

"Mu Shishi, don't think you can do whatever you want with the protection of Fengshui Pavilion."

Let's drink the cold bag.

He had just returned his original intention and intended to go on with Mu's poems all the time. He did not dare to hurt Mu's thoughts.

"Jing Yun Zhang."

Cold package a palm shot, the wind and cloud are changed for it.

His fists were marching forward with a high voice, hitting Mu's poetry chest directly.

Mu Shishi acted according to the circumstances. He immediately took his right hand into a claw and firmly grasped lengbao's wrist. At the same time, he made a sudden effort to turn over lengbao's arm and remove all the strength from his fist.

But lengbao seemed to have expected it. His wrist suddenly trembled, and the sound of Mu Shishi's hands and feet was shaken open.

Immediately, his fist fell on the chest of Mu's poetry without mistake, which made Mu's poetry shake back dozens of steps.

"Walking in the clouds."

"Damn boy, take your life."

After hitting Mu Shishi back, lengbao immediately turned the gun head and pointed at jingyunxiao.

Lengbao regrets that he didn't do it directly because he wanted to inherit from Jing Yunxiao.

If he had to choose again, he would never have talked nonsense with Jing Yunxiao before. If he had killed him first, he would have nothing to do now.

"Jing Yun Zhang."

The same palm, toward the head of Jing Yunxiao.

This time, Jing Yunxiao had already been on guard, but even so, he didn't flinch, and he didn't even have a decent resistance. He just leaned slightly to expose his left shoulder and let the other party's palm print fall on his left shoulder again."Click."

The sound of broken bones rings from the left shoulder of jingyunxiao.

Jing Yunxiao's expression slightly coagulates, the breeze points the sword to display with the quickest speed, straight stabs lengbao's throat.

"Little skills."

Lengbao didn't like it. He grabbed Jing Yunxiao's sword finger directly in the palm of his hand.

"You're in a trap."

But when he slammed one hand on Jing Yunxiao's left shoulder and one hand held Jing Yunxiao's right hand, Jing Yunxiao did not panic, but showed a sly smile.

Before the words fell, a flying sword flew out of the sword palace in his mind, and it went directly into the cold bag's chest with the potential of lightning, and then pierced his chest.

"What?"

Lengbao was shocked.

No matter how he thought, Jing Yunxiao still had such means.

The speed of the flying sword was too fast. Even if he was five or six grades higher than Jing Yunxiao, he was almost unable to resist at that moment. Finally, he almost exhausted all the reaction ability of his whole body and made his body slightly side half.

It was precisely this half minute that the flying sword that had not entered his chest almost wiped his heart and passed through, so that he did not die on the spot.

But even if he didn't die, Leng Bao was seriously injured by any flying sword through his chest.

Several mouths of old blood continuously spurt out, the cold package complexion is difficult to see the extreme.

At this moment, he deeply realized Fan Jian's anger before.

The anger that was defeated by a kid in Qi Wu state.

It was he who was too careless.

It is he who underestimates Jing Yunxiao.

Several pills, first stop the wound blood.

"The earth level martial arts, the giant elephant crashes into the sky."

Lengbao is no longer planning to keep any hands. He vaguely feels that even if Jing Yunxiao can live for another second, it is his biggest threat.

At this moment, lengbao's whole body was covered with sweat, and the black aura gushed from him. The huge black giant elephant appeared in front of him, and then wrapped in a cold bag, he burst into the sky with a momentum of shaking the sky and earth.

At the moment of his hand, the air was surging and it seemed like a purgatory.

"Dijie martial arts?"

Jing Yunxiao frowned.

I didn't expect to use the flying sword to solve the cold bag with a single strike, but let it have the opportunity to display such a strong attack.

To put it bluntly, the difference between the martial arts level of Jing Yunxiao and that of lengbao is too big. If Jing Yunxiao is also a Lingwu realm, just like that flying sword, lengbao will definitely die.

But at this time, a flying sword, without knowing when, burst out again, and then went into the back of the cold bag and pierced the chest of the cold bag again.

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