Martial King’s Retired Life

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The wind stopped.

Feng Jian crosses the ground, his eyes loose. He was wounded and saw that he was no longer alive.

"Shi Shi.

Yu Jian slowly stroked his face, just as softly as she used to call him ‘Shige’. No one knows this silent, almost dumb youth like Yu Jian. When he came to the Luo family, he had no relatives and no reason. It seemed that he was born to practice swords. When Yu Jian saw him, he was practicing swords. Never had fun.

He said it was the Master who taught him swordsmanship, and he would rather practice it more-with a rare smile on his face.

Yu Jian couldn't understand his mood. She always fears more respect than the man who monitors the progress of her swordsmanship every eighth.

No one has ever worshiped the arrogant sky sword Luoming so much as the wind sword. I am afraid that at this moment of death, he is still willing.

Yu Jian, who has always treated Master timidly, raised his head, his eyes looked like a fiery fire.

.... He was raised by me. I killed him righteously.

No one asked him, but Luo Ming answered on his own. As if-raising his eyes, he could instinctively feel the crisis.

Among the four disciples he personally trained, Yu Jian has the highest talent, but the weakest temper. Martial arts strength depends not only on qualifications, but also on mentality. The talent is excellent, and it is not possible to meet a master-it will definitely create a master. Famous factions often have weaknesses, which is why.

But she never had this look.

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That was the murderous look.

... then you might as well kill me.

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Yu Jian pulled out a sword and stood up. The point pointed by Jian Feng was Luo Ming's heart.

"Take back this shabby, ... insulting my sword.

Luo Ming's blank, emotionless voice was a little more angry. When he killed the wind sword, he had never had such an emotional shake, but he did not expect that it was a sword that stimulated him.

The sword system of Yu Jianxian's hand is simple, not a product of the Central Plains, and it seems to be a simple iron sword used by foreigners in southern Xinjiang. Not to mention the rust on the sword, with bamboo strips of animal skin in the sword handle, a piece of iron with rust. Compared with the glamorous Emperor Dragon Slaughter in Luo Ming's hands, the shabby is shabby and simple.

Yu Jian's face was calm, his footsteps were light, like the ghost of Yu Ye.

"At least this sword, you know what it means to die rather unyielding. Your sword is nothing more than a hard piece of scrap iron."

"You are going to die.

The blood mist swallowed and suddenly spread, and Luo Ming's sword had been cut on the side of Yujian's neck. Yujian Xue neck skin. Cracks appear on the sword, the sword wind is terrifying

"Perfect you.

And the rain sword does not flicker and do not avoid, letting the big sword swing, it is so-the sword straightly stabs in the past.

But I saw a blue shadow like a swallow passing by, swiping a sword and hitting it.

The slender sword body was supposed to be a spiked sword mainly used for spikes. Unexpectedly, one sword was cut across the Luoming sword. What's even more amazing is that Di Yuan Long Tu did not cut off the other sword. The blades of the two sides were glued together, and they had a hard spell.

Shen Yiren resisted and the half-length sour hemp fell to the ground, but he blocked the sword.

It ’s too late to say, the sword of Yu Jian is incredible. This sword was originally a sword taken by Feng Fengxing's heart and blood, but it was completely used in her hands. Speed ​​is even better than the wind sword. -The sword was stabbed in Luoming's chest. The highly concentrated Jianmang pierced the body and the blood stained the red jacket. Luo Ming then reacted and pulled back, but allowed the blood to drip all over the floor.

The body of the magic master has always been unbreakable. It does not mean that their internal force is so strong that their defenses are so strong, but they only need to move their thoughts and the weakest can become the strongest. It is one of the biggest obstacles for sub-level experts to challenge them. It is obvious that Luo Ming did not have enough time to protect his body. Otherwise, the rain sword, no matter how fast, could not stab him to lose so much blood.

The mind of Shen Yiren turned and drank, "He was affected by this demon sword, and he was good at attacking or not defending! The person who defended and I carried his sword and attacked the rest! It will definitely hit this tragedy!

Master Yumianhua and Elder Jia cover up at the same time.

Luoming's expression was offended and annoyed.

"court death."

The blood sword was waved, and the red chimney was blowing like a violent wind. The two first-class masters were hard to beat the sharp edge of the sword, and one sword was forced to retreat.

However, the confusing consciousness can still discern who is the culprit who hurt her.-After the sword forced to retreat from the two, it was a sword stabbing to the rain sword. The sword reached halfway, but it seemed to be held up by a soft force, and the sword edge walked upward for a few minutes.

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Those who came from behind were Elder Wudangshou.

"This girl is a rare figure under your control. It's a pity to kill.

Luo Ming yelled violently, with no internal force coming in and out, the sword twirled in a circle, and everything was cut within a square. The elder Shou had an arched sleeve, his body was as light as a piece of paper and was thrown out by the sword wind—outside Zhang, he took his rain sword safely away.

Elder Shou proudly said: "

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