Chapter 1817: Bravery

As soon as the voice fell, the gray-clothed man pierced the Chixiao sword into the snow with a loud sound, held the hilt with both hands, and glanced up at the people fighting in the snow, majestic and majestic, like a master who controls life and death!
Lin Yu raised his head and glanced at the gray-clothed man, and saw that the gray-clothed man was handsome in appearance, without a beard, and exuded a gentle aura. Judging from his face, he was about thirty-five years old.
Lin Yu could conclude that he had never seen the man in gray before.
"Forgive us for not...immortality...what are you...what..."
Jiao Mu Jiao cursed in angrily, but his body was weak and weak, his breathing was short of breath, and he was already unable to curse.
"Stubbornly speaking can't save you!"
The grey-clothed man smiled faintly and said, "I know that your physical strength has been exhausted. Now you are just holding on. If this continues, I am afraid that my life will be lost. I only want what you have in your hands, and I don't want to hurt you. Life, so you should just hand over the things honestly!"
"Star Douzong disciple, would rather die than yield!"
At this moment, the swallow on the side gave a deep cry, then swept away the black thorns in his hand, forcing the two white-clothed people away, twisted their bodies, and rushed towards the gray-clothed man.
Before reaching close, the two long silks in the swallow's cuffs quickly shot at the gray man.
The gray-clothed man squinted his eyes with a cold expression. The moment the long silk was shot from the swallow's cuff, the Chixiao sword in his hand suddenly turned sharply, sweeping sharply toward the two long silks.
However, Yanzi seemed to be prepared. At the moment the Chixiao Sword swept, her body turned abruptly, and the two long silks also turned spirally, as if they had long eyes, dexterously avoiding the sweeping Chixiao Sword. Uncertainly shot at the gray man.
"Small bugs!"
The gray-clothed man sneered and turned his wrist lightly. The Chixiao Sword in his hand instantly turned into a white sword shadow, cutting the flying long silk into several segments.
And at the moment when the last paragraph of Long Ling was cut off, Swallow had already rushed to the gray-clothed man with two black thorns in his hands. His body bends and bends very strangely. The two black thorns in his hand pierced out quickly, hitting the gray. The throat and side ribs of a clothed man.
The gray-clothed man stood straight, without any dodge at all, as if he did not move.
However, although the double thorns in Swallow's hand kept rushing forward, they could not stab the gray-clothed man. No matter how much she speeded up, the thorns of the double-thorns were always a few centimeters away from the gray-clothed man's clothes.
It can be seen that the man in gray is also keeping moving at the same speed as the swallow.
But the weird thing is that his feet seem to have been on the ground, without moving!
Swallow's face changed when he saw this, the black thorn in his hand turned, suddenly changed direction, and pierced towards the lower abdomen and chest of the man in gray.
The direction in which the grey-clothed man moved suddenly changed, and he quickly floated backwards.
Swallow kicked his feet and quickly rushed towards the gray-clothed man. The black thorns in his hand also stabbed out one after another, but they still couldn't touch the gray-clothed man's clothes.
"The Xuanwu elephant has really been wasted over the years! The strength of the younger generation is so bad!"
While avoiding the swallow's attack, the grey-clothed man said lightly, with a trace of contempt on his face, and continued, "I didn't expect that the dignified Star Dou Sect would wither to such a degree!"
Hearing his words, the swallow's face became cold, like a cat stepped on its tail, yelled, and then his body leaped into the air, flipped rapidly, and instantly transformed into a phantom, suddenly bursting into several black lights, countless The thin black needles shot violently at the gray-clothed man and the white-clothed man not far away.
The gray-clothed man who had originally looked indifferent saw the face change drastically during this scene, and his steps quickly went wrong. The Chixiao Sword in his hand flipped continuously, and the shot Heiman Coefficient was shot out.
The two men in black on the other side also threw their soft swords to block.
Jingle bells!
Puff puff!
With the sound of several crisp metal breaking sounds, the soft swords in the hands of the two white-clothed men were cut into several segments by the bursting black needles, and at the same time the hard black needles were immediately driven into their bodies.
The bodies of the two white-clothed men shook violently, as if they had been swept by a machine gun. They staggered under their feet and plunged into the snowdrift. The blood fell on the ground, and there was no sound.
The man in gray couldn't help but change his face suddenly when he saw this scene. He couldn't help but feel afraid for a while. If he hadn't held the Chixiao Sword in his hand, he would have been knocked down to the ground like his two companions. .
"Well, you asked for this!"
The gray-clothed man was completely enraged and screamed. After the black needle passed, he shook his body, turned over and leaped, holding a sharp Chixiao sword volleyed towards the swallow, with full of murderous aura.
His sword power is amazing, and there is a sharp sound of breaking through the air in the air, and it falls toward the top of the swallow's head vigorously.
Yanzi just turned over and landed at this moment, unable to avoid, hurriedly raised the double thorns in his hand to block.
Cang!
The pair of black thorns in her hand was instantly cut into two pieces by the Chi Xiaojian.