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The white bird flies alone, the evening crows flock, and the smoke mist locks the tower slightly.

In the three-storey hotel, smoke billowed from time to time, and bursts of loud noises provoke others' nerves.

The hotel staff had evacuated long ago, and their faces were filled with expressions of pain and shock.

Even Tang Sanhe and Xiao Wu didn't dare to stay in it for a while. It was actually that the two of them had already reached their peak in battle. One accidentally might get involved in the aftermath of the two.

Xiao Wu clasped her hands on her chest, her beautiful eyes like autumn water rippled with a worried look.

"Primary three, do you think your brother will be okay?"

Tang San didn't speak. It should be said that he didn't have time to take a small dance at present. His eyes were flowing with noble purple meaning. He was staring at the battle between Yang Ming and Dai Mubai. He didn't dare to distract him and missed this one. Any little detail in the battle is an irreparable loss for him.

"Roar!"

Dai Mu Bai Yangtian roared, and wanted to reapply the old tricks again, and once again showed the white tiger blaze.

Unsurprisingly, Yang Ming was deceived by his bluff and raised the flame giant to stand in front.

The huge flame-bearing hand of the load-bearing column blocked Yang Ming's vision, so he did not see it. Dai Mubai immediately closed his mouth, and the muscular calf shrank and shrunk, and a strong impact suddenly broke out, making Dai Mu White bully came forward very fast, only to see a passing shadow.

A black and white hair fluttered, evil eyes condensed bloodthirsty eyes.

Dai Mubai is like a fierce tiger at the top of the food chain in nature. When he came to Yang Ming in a half circle, he flew over like a fierce tiger. The hooks and claws that popped up from ten fingertips burst into a pale edge. A steel plate is easily torn apart.

Near.

Closer.

Seeing that Yang Ming didn't move, it seemed that he hadn't reacted yet, a flash of joy flashed in Dai Mu's eyes.

As long as his claws touch Yang Ming, this battle will come to an end!

But at the next moment, Dai Mubai suddenly saw that Yang Ming looked back suddenly, a row of teeth sparkling.

Suddenly, Dai Mubai was alert, his waist was strong, and he suddenly turned halfway.

"Swoosh!"

The tearing sound of a sharp weapon cutting into the air came into the ear, Dai Mubai's evil eye suddenly shrank, instinctively accumulating soul power protection body.

Qinglian Jianguang, who shined in front of him, slanted down and swiped across Dai Mubai's right arm. Due to the transformation of the White Tiger King Kong, Dai Mubai's arm was as hard as plaster, and the sword front crossed There was a lot of fire between them, which made an unpleasant harsh sound like nails scratching the blackboard.

Even if this is the case, the mysterious sword still leaves a shallow blood mark, which reaches the shoulder along the back of the palm.

At the wound, there was a hot smell constantly, and there were blood stains overflowing.

Dai Mubai covered the wound and looked down at him, secretly surprised.

If it wasn’t for his timely response, I’m afraid the sword did not fall on his arm, but directly across his chest. He would be embarrassed at that time. After all, with the body of the 37th-level Soul Venerable, deal with the district one A 25th-level Soul Master who is still injured, is a faceless thing in itself.

Although injured, Dai Mubai's evil eyes revealed not anger and hatred, but a special light.

It was a kind of enthusiasm for every opponent, full of fierce fighting intentions.

"Your sword, soon, how to do it?"

After hearing this, Yang Ming raised his lips.

"you guess?"

Of course, Yang Ming will not tell him that every 10 killings of the murder knife will increase the attack speed by 1%.

Counting it down, Yang Ming has killed at least 300 people by now, which means that he has increased his attack speed by 30%, and his sword speed is naturally fast.

There is a good saying, the martial arts in the world can only be broken quickly.

In addition to blocking the white tiger's fierce light waves with Yang Soul's body, Yang Ming only used Qinglian sword tactics. With the sharpness of the mysterious sword, it was enough for Dai Mubai to drink a pot, Dai Mubai could only With the Soul Skill White Tiger Bodyguard to protect important parts.

Of course, Yang Ming is also very clear in his heart.

After all, the gap between Soul Venerable and Great Soul Master is there. Dai Mubaiguang is in physical fitness, strength, physique, speed, endurance, which is superior to Yang Ming in all aspects, and has more soul power than Yang Ming. Going on will only be detrimental to Yang Ming.

Walking on the ghost ghosts, Yang Ming wandered in the center of the battlefield, his long sword swaying like a dragon.

At the moment when the wrist was relaxed, the strength swam from the waist through the arm to the wrist. With the elbow slightly bent and the shoulder sinking, Yang Ming pointed his sword to Dai Mubai's chest.

A sharp Qinglian sword qi burst out, Dai Mubai roared, and launched a white tiger's body protection barrier. The sword qi "stinged" and was bounced off by a hard chest.

Followed by the tip of the mysterious sword, Dai Mubai put his hands together, intending to learn like a master, come to a white glove with empty gloves, he believed that as long as he seized Yang Ming’s martial spirit, the initiative to fight would be Will fall into his hands.

Seeing that Dai Mubai was about to succeed, Yang Ming's mouth twitched a playful arc.

Qinglian sword song!

In Dai Mubai's stunned eyes, Yang Ming disappeared into place, turning into five sword-like sword lights. Each sword light was like a door.

Dai Mubai's original trick of white gloves with empty gloves suddenly became a stupid move. The moment his hands were folded, his body also showed a large blank, all of which were flaws!

The five sword lights cut at the same time, and with the sharpness of the mysterious sword, they directly broke through the double defenses of the Soul Skill White Tiger's bodyguard and the White Tiger's Vajra change, accompanied by a tear.

A flurry of blood arrows shot out!

After the sword spirit reunited, Yang Ming appeared and fell behind Dai Mubai, slowly closing the sword into the sheath.

Dai Mubai glanced down at him, a rhinoceros-shaped sword mark slanting all the way from his left shoulder to his right kidney and stopped.

This injury is not serious for Dai Mubai.

However, for him, it has been defeated.

Dang Tang Soul Vener didn’t even hurt a big soul master, but was wounded twice and twice. If he entangles again, even if he wins, Dai Mubai himself can’t lose this face!

Dai Mubai turned slowly, staring at Yang Ming, who had also turned around, as if to imprint his face firmly into his mind.

"Your name is Yang Ming, is this name correct?"

"Ok."

"Very good." Dai Mubai and Yang Ming passed by, Wu Wu withdrew, and the black and white hair color returned to gold, without looking back: "This name, I remember, if there is a chance, I will See you again."

Examining the two characters, Dai Mubai bite very hard, and he is obviously bitter about today's results.

Yang Ming flicked the scabbard in his fingers and chuckled:

"No matter how many times I come, I will accompany you to the end."

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