Martial King’s Retired Life

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In the night, stood up from the carriage-a teenager.

He is not tall, and he wears a black military clothes that usually walks rivers and lakes. The paddy is a bit old but fits well. The footsteps are nothing but the leggings of ordinary martial arts. It looks like he is only fourteen or five years old. He is a young man with a similar age to Mingfei.

The appearance of the young man is extremely handsome, but the light of the eyes that shine through is clearer than the winter cold lake. It is not as cold as ice, and it is not cold as it is. But there is a kind of sharpness. Facing the neck and standing, I felt the infiltration of the bones.

He was carrying a dark sword in his hand. It is difficult to judge the texture of the scabbard, not even with or without it. It seems that the glory around the strange and dark world seems to have been swallowed and sealed into the sword body, so that the moonlight has only one sword-shaped black shadow here.

The boy in black opened the top cover and stepped out of the carriage, revealing the unscathed mother and son of the Zhuo family behind him.

"Have you come straight?

The young man was not surprised by the means by which the carriage was broken, but he was surprised at his sudden appearance.

And Ming Fei really likes this question. This means that the opponent is a guy who has seen the world.

"There is a way of life who has not died since ancient times, and pity the parents of the world. As long as the effort is deep, a couple of days and 100 days.

You take away your wife and children, of course, you have to be prepared to be chased and killed.

The boy looked at Mingfei coldly, suddenly said.

"Did you cooperate with Zhuo Fengru?"

A few words let him grasp the key, and laughed instead of real.

-The black and white teenagers stared at each other, and suddenly the air flow was choked.

"Fight me-enough alone.

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Suddenly the boy in black gently put the sword in a pendulum, and pointed it obliquely to the ground.

"Sword name is dead sign, my name is Leng Jingliu.

Mingfei really stretched his foot-kick,-a long dead wood branch flew into his hands.

"The knife is a dead branch. I am a passerby."

The corners of his mouth bent into a wild smile.

"Can you fight it?"

There was some kind of unsettling agitation in the air, as if it was a quiet and serene escape from it.

But if the shadows swirled, the wind of the robe was not heard, and the white figure had disappeared.

The horizon is suddenly two points-the night is cut into one-the feeling-time comes into the mind with a very clear gesture. Although knowingly impossible, the airflow, skin contact, ear sounds, and even the feelings in the bottom of the heart-again strongly evidence.

A blast of dry sound exploded on the distant land, and a huge pit subsided underground. If it weren't for the moonlight with some long blue hair, how would you know that Mingfei really was forced to retreat between the tricks. Listening to the explosive momentum, it is conceivable how urgent it is to retreat.

Soaked in the desolate moonlight, the cold twilight is still cold twilight, and Yelin is still Yelin, and nothing is cut.

At this time, a small amount of puddles came in like raindrops. The color was red, and the blood was falling. Linked to the broken shoulder of Ming Feizhen's left shoulder cloth, I realized what happened-the speed of the two was unbelievable, and they even answered after a long separation of blood.

What a terrible swordsmanship!

From a distance, Hua Feihua didn't even see him take the shot. All he knew was that there was no truth on the spot, and there was only room left.

The expression of the boy in black has not changed, and his posture is still the same. No evidence was ever found.

Flowers non-flower scalp tingling.

No, this person is too dangerous! Wait for Zhuo Xiaoxia-get up.

Still not waiting for Hua Feihua to talk, Leng Jingliu suddenly turned into a sword. The next moment I saw the white-haired boy descending from the air, his feet slammed on the sword, with a fearless smile on his face.

There is no merit in the move, and it is so powerful that it is hard to believe.

Hua Fei Hua's worry is really unnecessary. Leng Jingliu's strength came first when Ming Fei really saw it-he saw it when he saw him.

Although young, he has the look that only a swordsman has. It was a sword hunting with all his heart, putting down the rest of the true swordsman posture.

Leng Jingliu was right in front of Mu Zhi and suddenly disappeared. I haven't seen how the dark sword blade circled, the sword shadow that devoured the light has reached the dead wood branch.

I heard a dull noise, but saw the fists and swords intersect. Ming Feizhen's left arm did not know when he caught the traceless sword path and left a punch on the wicked shadow.

The long sword swung back, as if swimming in a row.

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The trajectory this time is much clearer.

It's not because the speed has been slowed by the impact of the slam, but the sword itself is so. Leng Jingliu's sword slipped from the fist style of Mingfei, as if it had life. Regardless of whether the offense is true or not, the sword heads towards the enemy's head.

Only knowing that it is true that the sword of the cold shock is not to avoid, but one-cut the fist style of thick iron bucket. His sword goes all the way-straight forward, as if he didn't know to turn back

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