Chapter 313: Sword

Regardless of their respective original intentions, the three people who encircled Chen Ping’s peace, seven famous rivers and lakes masters, including the powder King Kong Xu Xuan, the 琵琶 woman, the magical crow, have already folded this street.
Feng Qingbai, who is a hero of the Ranger, is a madman. For the purpose, he has no choice but to sneak into the wall. He has not been able to assassinate Chen Pingan with a sword. Instead, he has lost most of his life.
The hibiscus beauty who is expected to inherit the cult of the cult of the woman as a woman has not yet been able to turn over. One side of the cheek is attached to the cold street. The delicate nails of a delicate hand are gently sliding against the bluestone. Hua Lang Zhou Shi, his eyes filled with pain and pleading.
Although it was a joke before, Zhou Shi promised that she would not be allowed to die here, but he finally agreed, why is it too late to shoot?
Huanhua Lang Zhou Shi did not have any embarrassment, and even looked at her with a smile and smiled.
Lu Hao has never shot.
The ghostly smile has already been handed over to Chen Ping, and it is not cheap.
Zhou Shi held the string of scarlet rosaries and gently twirled. "The people who are standing now count my Zhou Shi's most dragged legs, but then I promise to do my best to deal with this person, Mr. Lu, smile, Feng Qingbai, Can we put aside our prejudice today and be unanimous against the enemy?"
Smiley face infiltrated, nodded, "No matter who killed the person in the end, I only need the same ability in his body, the door to the inch of the magic, if you can not get it, the reward is calculated."
Feng Qingbai looked at Chen Pingan with enthusiasm. "The last sword to kill him must come out by me. As for all the belongings on his body, I will not take it. The magic weapon after killing the immortal, I can Hand over, it’s up to you to decide how to divide."
Zhou Shi looked at the eye-catching raven and smiled: "I only want her."
Lu Yi hammered the tone, "That's it."
Feng Qingbai crossed the sword in front of him, his fingers bent, gently slamming the sword, and smiling. "Lu Jianxian, you can't stand by and watch the elderly, carefully stealing the chickens and not eclipsing the rice. Finally, we became the martial arts sharpeners of this person. Stone. You are the best masters on our side. If you still have Tibetans, take their lives and test the depths, I will not be willing to serve them. If you are too big, don’t disturb this booth. You love it."
Lu Yan smiled and said: "Just take it easy."
After saying this, the palm of the hand touched the bird's-eye view of the sword handle, and in the position of clenching the fist, the "big cockroach" was pulled out of the ground with the sword.
The fairy sorcerer once recorded in the book that there were trees in the ancient times called Daxu, eight thousand years for the spring, and eight thousand years for the autumn. After the fruiting, the mortal food can be lifted.
Chen Pingan has been quietly accumulating, but also to adapt to the state after the robes of the robe.
Among the boxing methods taught by the old Cui surname, the cloud steamed Daze-style or the iron-riding chiseling array, but fortunately, it is nothing more than a punch and a fist, and it can be like a god-man-drum-style boxing ring. The difference is a thousand miles. And need to be on the lookout for that Lu Hao, Chen Pingan must handle the size of each punch.
This is the peak of the boxing method since Chen Ping’s self-study, and the body, spirit and spirit are all the same.
"Come, be careful."
Lu Yan smiled and reminded everyone. "It's true. I didn't say anything before I started. There is no mastery."
At the same time, the wrist twisted, Lu Hao was holding the hilt for the first time, and after holding the sword, the Lu Jian’s sword was too full, even if he intended to suppress the convergence, he continued to The pour, making the clothes windless and wandering, especially the sleeves of the hand holding the sword, the sword is full, the cuffs are wide open, and the cicadas are heard inside.
In an instant, the smiley face is tight, and the words are not said. The accidental sorcerer’s sorcerer’s sorcerer’s sorcerer’s sorcerer’s sorcerer’s sorcerer’s sorcerer’s sorcerer’s sorrow Chen Ping's body shape, fists have been in front of him, blowing face, a bit of tingling on his face.
A smear of Jianguang swayed between the smiling face and the fist.
The sharp and unparalleled blade is placed horizontally and falls in the eyes of a smiling face, just like a white silk thread placed in front of the eyes.
The punch was blocked by the blade, and there was a leeway for the smiling face. After several times, the figure disappeared, and once again, it was hard to get rid of the suffocating oppression.
Since the debut, the smiley face has been riding the rivers and lakes for 30 years. The original favorite of the enemy is the external master of the boxing, retreating and retreating, teasing the so-called masters who are slow and sloppy, and the dog is in a hurry. This is also a smile. The origin of the ghost "nickname", the old guy who is known as the cross-cutting kung fu, is alive and dead by the ghostly face.
This is the first time that a smiling face has encountered a boxing master who can run more than himself.
Smiley knows that Feng Qingbai saved himself once, twice, not necessarily for the third time, then he will not leave his back hand, retreat between the avoidance, his hands hidden in the big sleeves, between the fingers, they are all small and exquisite However, the knifeless and cold sessile flying knife, the top of the blade is smeared with green poison, hook kiss, the most able to crack the martial arts.
Away from Chen Ping’s five or six feet, I saw Feng Qingbai’s sword for his own clearance. He also paid the price and gave the man a stare. After three or two rounds, Feng Qingbai fell off the wind and was swept by one leg. In the middle of the shoulder, Feng Qingbai suddenly flew out.
A white robe is like a shadow, and Feng Qingbai, whose arm is drooping, is obviously in a bad situation.
Reciprocate.
In the smiling face, the flying knife is stacked.
That person is really a monster. Every time I punched out, every step seemed to be very understatement. I stepped on the street, not to mention the imposing manner of the powdered diamonds, and the smiling face. The boots of the people did not touch the ground at all, as if they had been floating in the air.
The smiley face did not expect six hooks to stab the man, just to give Feng Qingbai a chance to breathe.
Feng Qingbai grinned and opened his fingers. He actually released the long sword.
A swordsman, do you want to abandon the sword?
I saw a smile in my heart, and it was faint in my heart. Is it that from the north to the south in the past ten years, almost one person who smashed the sword and wore half of the martial arts, Feng Qingbai, was this only two?
Feng Qingbai long sword did not fall to the ground, but the master did not control, but the sword trembled, smashed, and then suddenly tightened, the sword hovered in the air, the tip of the sword tilted up, pointing to the white robe, one Flashing away.
Feng Qingbai shook his left shoulder and was swept in the whip leg. He had a bitter pain, but it didn't matter.
Feng Qingbai's right hand and fingers clasped together as a sword.
In this narrow and oppressive small world, Jian Xiu Shen Tong can not be used, but relatively good swordsmanship swordsmanship, Feng Qingbai can already play well.
Feng Qingbai came down this time to "quench the sword" and use all methods to quench the sword and sword heart as much as possible.
Offensive and defensive conversion.
Above the street, a group of white snow, a touch of white rainbow.
Yan Hualang Zhou Shi first carefully raised the raven, let her sit under the side wall, lest she inexplicably die under the swordsmanship of both sides.
Feng Qingbai penetrated the sword of her vest, it was really fierce and hot, but it was directly smashed by Dandan, who was smashed by the darling. Not only that, but also a sword stagnation in her body, so that she could not be cured, if not The high man rescued and helped her to strip out the sword, she could only wait to die, even if it was the healing medicine of the King Kong Temple, it would be no good.
Of course, Zhou Shi did not have to fight with her Qingqing, I was in the shadow of the wall, the thumb was slightly plus gravity, the rosary of the string of fists was pushed out, the scarlet beads did not roll freely, in the cyan stone street After playing twice, it disappeared out of thin air.
Zhou Shi continued to scatter the rosary.
This is a talisman that he gave him to Zhou Fei. He said that if he used it properly, he could save his life in the face of ten people in the world. If he faced the next ten people, he would kill the enemy. Of course, the head of the Spring Palace Palace also passed Zhou Shi, met Ding Ying and Yu Zhenyi, can run and run, can not run off, then beg for mercy, not shame.
Feng Qingbai walked in a leisurely walk, slowly moving, with a hearty sword, chasing the white robes, Chen Pingping wanted to get rid of it several times, still wrapped in flying swords.
The speed of the flying sword is so fast that people can only see the flow of Jianguang.
The smiley face does not dare to add a snake, but silently adjusts the breath in the distance. When I see this scene, the smiley face is relieved and somewhat awkward. If I encounter Feng Qingbai, how should I deal with it?
The white robe, which was like a snowflake, suddenly stopped and reached out and grasped the hilt of the flying sword.
Feng Qingbai is not afraid, "Why is there such a simple thing, you can't catch it..."
Waiting for Feng Qingbai to finish the conversation.
Chen Pingan holds the hilt in his right hand, and a hand knife in his left hand is cut over the sword.
The blade was not broken, but the tip of the sword tipped up and bent out a huge arc.
Feng Qingbai's pointed to the sword.
Chen Pingan is also close to the two fingers, quickly swiping over the blade, just to smooth the long sword.
The cross sword was in front of him, then he released his sword and fingers.
Feng Qingbai was caught between the gods and the gods, and then he squatted back and threw out a dozen feet.
The tip of the sword only broke the heart of Feng Qingbai.
Chen Pingan's are fretting, and the flying swords are swept back, lingering around the body, such as the birds.
The swordsman sword, I will.