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swish * The copper hammer left his hand and shot forward like an arrow. It was even faster than an arrow. Xifeng's figure did not stop at that. His two hands simultaneously pressed against the two daggers on his waist. The daggers were made of ice and were extremely sharp. Xifeng swung his two hands and actually shot out the daggers like they were concealed weapons. The two daggers followed the direction of the copper hammer.

"This is bad!" One of the three men said.

Not good? "Haha!" Xi Feng's sinister laughter rang out as his figure flashed. With a single step, he took two zhang forward. The flexible sword at his waist was like a poisonous snake as it flashed with a cold light. "Shoot out a deadly beam of light.

The three of them faced the west peak and two of them suddenly backed off. One of them stepped forward and stood in a finished formation while the leader raised his arms. The two behind him placed their hands on the leader's shoulders and shouted, "Guard!"

The bronze hammer directly smashed onto the fist of the person in the lead. The powerful impact caused the bodies of the three of them to shake violently.

The three of them had grave expressions on their faces because they had seen the real killing move.

West Peak's sword.

The snake-like flexible sword nimbly slashed through the air like a bolt of lightning.

"Ha!" The three of them simultaneously yelled out and started to spin on the ground. The three of them kept changing their positions and rotated at a speed that could not be seen by the naked eye. Six pairs of iron fists were protecting their throats.

The swords struck against the iron fists. The six iron fists scraped the sword blades over and over again.

The sword was weak.

Suddenly, the three figures stopped. The one in the lead was the one who led the group. Two people in the back suddenly jumped up. Four fists arrived at the same time.

"Boom!" Xi Feng's body was pushed back again. This time, Xi Feng clearly retreated a bit. The blood from the corner of his mouth fell onto the ground with a "pa" sound.

The three of them instantly returned to their original positions, coldly looking at the west peak.

Defeat was acceptable, but successive defeats were unacceptable to Xifeng.

Xi Feng slowly stood up. He used his hands to slowly wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "I lost!"

The three of them didn't say a word, they just looked expressionlessly at Xi Feng who was talking to them. It was as if the three wolves were looking at a tiger. It was very clear that the tiger had been defeated, but the tiger was still a tiger. A tiger was still weak, but not something a wolf could compare with. A tiger didn't lose because of its weak strength, but because, as a tiger, he was too conceited.

If Xi Feng used all his strength and only attacked one wolf, even with the help of the other two wolves, it would be impossible for one wolf to block a fierce tiger's pursuit, but the tiger had dignity, and he was not willing to do that. What he wanted was to defeat all three wolves in one move.

Obviously, the West Peak did not have such strength. If these three wolves were separated, it would just be one wolf. However, if they were to be together, their strength would greatly exceed that of a wolf.

The three of them looked coldly at the west peak. They would never let down their guard. They were wolves, and wolves never let down their guard. Their spirits were always highly concentrated against the enemy until the threat disappeared.

Xi Feng took out a wine jug from his waist and slowly walked down the arena while gulping. He seemed to be in a rather sorry state as he walked. Just as he was about to walk down, Xi Feng looked at the woman. The woman looked at him angrily, as if she was very dissatisfied with his failure.

Xi Feng curled his lips and shrugged his shoulders. He raised his wine pot and said, "You are really charming, but in the end, you are not mine."

However, the woman said to Xifeng, "You really are a smart person."

Xi Feng did not say anything else. He had already walked down from the stage and stood quietly below the stage. From time to time, he would take a sip of his wine. However, his eyes were fixated on the stage.

However, the man in black said helplessly, "What a conceited fellow. This strange temper of his is really unbearable."

Jian Liang blankly stood at the side. There was no light in his eyes. Suddenly, a trace of light flashed through his mind. He saw her — his little sister. His most beloved sister.

Luan'er stood at the back of the arena. He looked at the center of the arena in a daze, his fist clenched into a fist. He seemed very nervous.

At that moment, Jian Liang felt his heart break. Would he really massacre the Sword City? What about his sister? When he saw how small and delicate the sword luan was, Jian Liang's heart felt like it was stuck in his throat. In the arena, Jian Liang didn't care about the result. A sword was not scary at all. What was scary was a person who held a sword.

When the three of them walked down the western peak, they slowly stood up from their bow, just like a bow that was slowly losing its strength. The three of them stood still on the stage like three statues.

At this moment, the woman walked onto the stage and said, "Everyone has understood. Right now, Hero Xifeng has already been defeated. Who else is willing to go up on stage and seize the sword?"

Everyone was silent. Xi Feng had already lost, who would dare to go forward without knowing what was good for them? The martial skills of these three people were practically unable to find any differences. The same moves and the same aura, these three people were like a single person.

The man in black sighed, "I had originally thought that with the presence of Hero Xifeng, the divine sword was like fishing for something from a bag, but …" The man in black shook his head, a glint in his eyes.

He walked gracefully, as if he were a scholar taking a stroll in a courtyard. In fact, he was a scholar, but he rarely read, and he mostly killed people. Killing people was his only hobby, and he was a bloodthirsty scholar who had completely forgotten about the theory of sages.

He wore a hat, a scholar's hat, square.

He held a folding fan in his hand. The fan was translucent and translucent, and faint streams of light flowed through it. He opened the fan, and on the surface of the fan, two large words could be seen written in blood: Three Forsaken. On the back of the fan was written — Scholar. The blood was red to the point it pierced into one's eyes.

Three Forsaken Scholar!

His insanity was bred in the blood, and was rooted in his bones. His insanity was a little different from Jian Fei's insanity, and while Jian Fei was in a state of insanity, he still maintained a trace of rationality, but if the scholar was insanely crazy, he would sink into a completely irrational world, and would completely destroy everything in front of his eyes!

The moment that Scholar San Yu came to the arena, all the heroes of the realm were shocked. They did not expect that a single swordplay would attract so many experts, and that the strength of these experts had reached a terrifying level. They did not know how many more times they would be shocked.

The scholar waved his fan and elegantly made an invitation.