Martial King’s Retired Life

What is it.

So straight into the white-haired boy. The sword is short and the fist is not a gamble, but a subtle trick to win.

Ming Fei didn't panic, he didn't fall to the ground: he turned c in his hand, backhanded, and patted him on the sword.

They both took three steps back.

The only audience at the scene was Hua Feihua and the four people whose air pockets were closed in the carriage. They were silent and silent.

The two boys exhaled each.

Ming Feizhen turned his head to the back of his left hand. On the Dao sword marks, blood stains, bones deep. On behalf of him, although the Taiji skill can intercept the sword path of the opponent, it is not completely suppressed. Otherwise it should be innocent.

But the sword was just scratched.

It's rare in the world to break the sword weapon that can protect him so easily.

"You have a weird sword, as if there weren't any constant cuts from it."

The blood beads, like the ripe grapes, exuded a unique flavor at the moment of cracking, arousing the warriors' increasingly vigorous war intentions.

But this time, the owner of the blood is not true.

It ’s not that there are no people in the world who give two punches without paying any price, but the cold shock is not one of them.

The blood dripping from the front plaque was condensed next to the ground, and the cold convulsion wiped away the blood on the corner of the mouth, as if nothing had happened. It's an illusion that vomiting blood just seems to be injured.

"It's not that there is no constant chopping, it just happens that I chopped everything off."

Mingfei smiled: "That's 'Black Steel', right?"

Leng Jingliu did not seem interested in answering, and said a few words lightly.

"Let's imagine.

A young boy with a sword stepped forward.

"Throw away the toy in your hand, or you will just die."

Mingfei really deliberately said, "It's so obvious to take advantage of the advantage. Want me to fight with you empty-handed?

"whatever.

There was a humming sound, the vibration of the steel sheet dragging in the wind made the cochlea greasy and the whole body was soft.

The young swordsman came with his black front and body, entering with one arm, and Qi Feng had flung into the arms of Ming Fei.

Ming Feizhen uses the left hand Taiji as a shield, the right hand dead wood as a knife, and the left seal and the right advance.

Heartwarming masterpiece

The shadows shivered, and if the fog dispersed, there was no entity.

At this time, a death star flickered on the head of the white-haired boy.

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