The ugly man had a strong murderous aura all over his body, which was invisible, but it could make people feel fear from the bottom of his heart. Although the hunchbacked old man used this as the home court, he still seemed very cautious and asked solemnly. The ugly man first looked at Liu Laosan. Seeing that the other party did not object, he clasped his fists and said, "A sword in Jinguan City, Huang Chenqu."

His attitude was a bit fake, and he could tell at a glance that he was not a person who had been running around for a long time.

Only then did I realize that the one he used to fight against the Blood-Drinking Cold Lightsword in the hand of the hunchbacked old man was actually a delicate and cute green short sword. It looked like jade, not much longer than the little sword in my hand - this is really amazing. With such a length, he actually fought with the other party to the death. It seems that the helper Liu Laosan has found this time is a strong figure.

When the hunchbacked old man heard his name, the hunchbacked old man here frowned. After thinking for a while, he still didn't remember why such a person suddenly appeared in the Xichuan River and Lake. He asked again: "Do you have a master's inheritance? Do you recognize Zhu Zuoliao in the Xichuan land?"

The ugly man shook his head and said, "I have no door or sect, you don't need to investigate. As for Zhu Zuoliang, he is the eldest brother of the Ghost Face Brother Association. I naturally recognize him, but he can't recognize me."

When the hunchbacked old man talked about that person's name, he naturally wanted to make friends. However, seeing that this ugly man ignored him, he had no connection at all and did not give him face, so he knew that it was a little difficult to deal with. However, he pinched the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and felt his finger bones sore. He wanted to work harder to avoid any trouble. So he said, "Actually, Xiaoliang and I are also a friend of mine. Many of their core members of the Ghost Face Porcelain Brother have my works on their hands, so they have a great face. If you don't interfere in this matter, you will be left alone in the West River in the future, what do you think?"

He tried hard to persuade him, but the ugly man suddenly became impatient, waved his hand and said choking: "Hey, hunchback, what the hell are you doing? Do you think you are the turtle man pouring teapots in the kiln? He is fighting, and if you want to cut it, what are you doing?"

The ugly man Huang Chenqu waved his hand impatiently, and this sentence made the hunchbacked old man who was still waiting to talk to, and his beard curled up. He said in a cold voice: "The nameless junior, you will be arrogant when you succeed. You don't even know who you are, right? Old man, I'm just a pampering talent. If you are stubborn and have another soul under the cold light sword of the blood, then what if you have another soul?"

The ugly man didn't care about the ridicule and ridicule of the hunchbacked old man and said calmly: "I just debuted and don't know many people, but killing a few more people will be fine in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man's hunchback had already handed over to him. Although the blood-drinking cold light sword was not formed, it was already a first appearance. It was not a long sword in his hand, but like a torch, pulling the Qi field of the entire space and pressing it decisively from above the momentum. The two of them were entangled in one piece again, with red lights overflowing on one side, as fierce as a tide, and on the other side, there were stars, sparse and dense, ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding rushing towards them.

This is the first time I have seen such a high-level fight. The two of them are like ghosts, flashing and appearing, making people unable to breathe. But I don’t know what happened, but I have a very familiar feeling. I can even see the strangeness here. I pointed to the hunchbacked old man and said to Liu Laosan next to me: "This person’s body seems to be very strange?"

Liu Laosan was feeling sorry for his signature. When he heard me talk, he nodded and said, "Yizi Jian, although he was late to become a master, is also a serious swordsman. Whether it is basic skills or sword moves, they are inherited and tempered. And that Yang Dazi is a blacksmith and a craftsman. In terms of fighting skills, he can't beat Yizi Jian. But this is Yang Dazi's home court. Look at his footwork, every step can be stepped on the idea. The formation is mysterious. He can be like someone else's five or six steps. You are looking at his sword dancing posture. He is not slashing against Yizi Jian. It is clearly the cold light sword in the blood-drinking battle with people. How can it not be weird?"

As he said this, I could see that the hunchbacked old man was completely taken away by the red blood sword. This inconsistency was not only reflected in the sword moves, but also in his footsteps. It was very messy, and several times, almost tripping.

However, the hunchbacked old man hid in this shanggang. It was not a home court that he had worked hard for a year or two, and it was not something we could imagine. After the two had been fighting for a long time, Yizijian not only did not carry forward the advantages, but as the blood-drinking cold lightsaber became more and more powerful, he was pressed step by step and became quite embarrassed. I looked carefully and found that there seemed to be a black shadow pulling under the legs of Yizijian, which made his movements extremely slowly, while the hunchbacked old man never stopped for a moment. The blood sword was like a heavy rain, pouring down, making him look at his head and tail, and he was so embarrassed.

Seeing this scene, the hunchbacked old man became proud and while drawing his sword, he was still ridiculous and said, "Ma Zi, you have some skills, but you really don't know the north and south and west? Let me tell you the truth. The blood evil formation in this workshop has been activated by me. Before dawn, no one can come to help you, and you can't get out by yourself. You are so arrogant. The old man will kill you in a while, so that this sword will also be stained with the essence and blood of the master..."

The hunchbacked old man smiled violently, and the fierce sword in his hand became even more urgent. He fell like rain and turned into a bloody shadow. The sword was a little overwhelmed and moved towards us and shouted loudly: "Liu Lao San, I'm the one who is the first to Banban. Didn't you just say that you are the iron thug? Why is this guy so fierce?"

Liu Laosan was also a little scared. While retreating, he shouted: "I know, he is very humble. The one who is fierce is that sword. Are you very capable? Take his head with one sword?"

Liu Laosan's attitude of letting go made the ugly man very hurt. He cursed: "Fortune-telling man, although I was poor and humble, I was lucky to get you a fortune, but over the years, I have done so much hard work for you. To this day, I have even left my life here. I have paid off this love. Don't look for me in the future, do you know?" This was heartless, but Liu Laosan was silly and said with a smile: "Don't, we two are talking about love and not being merciless. Just help me and stop making trouble - Erdan, go and help, and give the tangled little devil!"

He was very cautious and did not dare to show up, but kicked me in the butt. I staggered and fell directly towards the front.

It is very dangerous to break into the battle group rashly, especially the fierce masters who fought this battle. I just took two steps and was blown by a sword wind to almost die. However, at this critical moment, I woke up and rolled on the spot, avoiding the sword blade above the waist, and then held the small sword and stabbed at the black shadow under the foot of Yizi's sword. I was not powerful, but this small sword was very sharp. I had stabbed two evil spirits that night, and the fierce aura came out. But when I saw that the black shadow wrapped around the ugly man, who actually turned around and subconsciously ran away to the side.

The ghost thing was floating and fluttering. I also ate the giant catfish's eyes and could see clearly. The sword might not be heard. However, as the black shadow dissipated, he was immediately relieved. He felt relieved and began to chant words in his mouth.

This spell was shattered, as if the drum beats fell rapidly, and it rose quickly. The old man hunchbacked against him was obviously panicked. The blood sword in his hand shook and emitted a light that was stronger than blood, slashing towards the ugly man. The spell of the one-word sword had already caused a critical moment, and his face was sweating. He was about to be slashed. Suddenly, a black shadow actually fell into the air. He reached out and grabbed it. The sharp light was actually taken over, without any lethality.

Everyone looked at the black shadow, curiously thinking that some master from another place had come, but they never thought that this guy was not big, and he shrank his head and turned out to be...

"Fat girl!" I was very surprised. The fat girl who was frightened just now and didn't know where to go. Such a little monkey born and raised in Mali Mountain actually took the hunchbacked old man's inexplicable blood sword and the killing sword light created by the drum at critical moment. What's wrong with this world? Why do I feel a little confused? Just as everyone was in a state of stagnation of thinking, the ugly man who had finished chanting the curse stretched his right hand forward, bent his ring finger and little finger, pressing his thumb against the nails of the two fingers, his index finger and middle finger were stretched together, and pointed sharply at the hunchbacked old man.

A green green light suddenly rose from the ugly man's hand, and with the sharpest howling sound, it shot towards the hunchbacked old man.

How fast is the electricity? It was almost fleeting. Not to mention the line of sight, even the Qi field could not be grasped. So when the green green light appeared, no one could react, and saw that it appeared next time, it was inserted into the chest of the hunchbacked old man. The sword did not pass through, but took the hunchbacked old man away, and then stabbed it steadily on the wall of the blast furnace. The ugly man Yizi sword that was out of the sword suddenly dissipated his energy and collapsed directly to the ground, panting like a cow.

The hunchbacked old man was nailed to the blast furnace, and the blood-drinking lightsaber slid down, buzzing and buzzing, while his eyes almost protruded out, and he took several breaths before asking with difficulty: "Flying Sword?"
Chapter completed!