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Chapter three hundred and ninety-two: Death is like the wind of the sword man

"Ahem..."

Xu Feifei finally coughed twice and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Nie Changliu turned around, looking embarrassed: "Sorry, I didn't pay attention just now."

Xu Feifei's mouth twitched. She really didn't want to speak, nor could she say anything. If she hadn't had her physical condition, she might have vomited blood to death after being thrown like this. I don't know whether this person came to save her or did it casually. She rolled her eyes and stopped moving.

The group of killers were all professionally trained and could not understand Nie Changliu's strength, but their goal has been achieved now. The leader quickly retreated and shouted: "Retreat!"

Killer organizations are different from other organizations. They do not have the belief to avenge their own people and are determined to complete tasks. In fact, they are not actually considered teams, but they are just temporarily combined for tasks. However, these killers are trained in assembly lines, and they can make the most precise cooperation in the shortest time if they are twisted out.

With the command of the leader, the killers all moved in a distance and scattered, and no two people walked in one direction. This was also the best direction to escape. If the opponent's strength was not enough to crush, this way of escape was the most saver. As for the one being targeted, it could only rely on destiny.

Unfortunately, this time they met Nie Changliu, the most powerful practitioner on the rookie list, who was able to compete with the second level of great practitioners. What's more, this time Nie Changliu directly took out the long-standing lovesickness, which had not been moved, and the purple flames, like crazy and demons, passing by the night, splashing balls of blood.

In the dark night, Nie Changliu transformed into the god of death, and the purple air of the demonic flames burned from all directions. The surging true energy locked the radius of more than ten feet and passed through quickly. Every time he stabbed, he was a corpse in pieces, and the smell of blood enveloped the night.

A silver-white whip fell out, shining in the night, very conspicuous. Xu Feifei suddenly felt as if she was struck by lightning, and her eyes were full of disbelief, and she said in surprise: "How could it be you?"

She was very familiar with this whip. It happened many years ago. A little beggar holding a silver whip was bullied by a few playboys in Tuyangcheng because the whip was a very good weapon, but the owner of the whip was very depressed and his martial arts were just some fancy moves.

There are so many things that every man in the world has to blame for his guilt, but Xu Feifei just can't stand it and helped the little beggar. Xu Feifei has done a lot of things like seeing injustice and drawing a sword to help her, and it wouldn't have impressed her so deeply.

But that beggar is an exception. She will never forget the beggar's unruly eyes. She is obviously just an ordinary person who doesn't even have internal strength, but even her, the eldest lady of the Xuxing Escort Agency, was frightened.

She remembered that person, very arrogant. Although she couldn't understand what kind of arrogance that person had, she really couldn't forget it. She had never forgotten it for so many years, because, over the years, she had never met anyone who could impress her so deeply.

The man cut off a piece from the silver whip and handed it to her, saying very seriously, "I'm sorry for my kindness."

She kept the whip, but she could no longer remember what the person was called, but only remembered the eyes and bloodthirsty appearance that made her scared. Apart from that, she couldn't remember anything. She naturally didn't take it seriously as a token of what the other party said, where to look for it as a token, she naturally didn't care about it.

If you give it, you will get a spring of reward. Such things often only exist in the storybook. Xu Feifei has never imagined it. But now, she found that it seems that such a thing has really happened. That man seemed to be the little beggar back then. After many years, he appeared in front of her like a demon.

She was a little panicked and a little unacceptable!

...

In a dilapidated temple in the forest, a ray of light suddenly appeared behind the Buddha statue, and a figure slowly appeared. It was a man holding a long sword in his hand. He was a little sloppy and walked out of the dilapidated temple with light steps. He murmured: "What a strong demonic energy, no bad, no bad."

Then the man holding the sword disappeared like a ghost and flew towards the place where the demonic flames were surging.

Similarly, in the camp, Gu Qingci, who was talking to Qin Keqing, was stunned for a moment, raised his head and looked in the direction where Nie Changliu left, frowned, looked at Qin Keqing, and said, "Changliu is in trouble now."

"He used the magic knife to love love."

Qin Keqing was still as usual, and was clearly asking, but it sounded like a statement. If Gu Qingci hadn't understood Qin Keqing, it would have been impossible for him to know that Qin Keqing was asking.

He shook his head and said, "I just felt a sword intent, which was very strong and fleeting."

...

When Nie Changliu cut off the head of the last killer, he turned around and helped Xu Feifei up. Looking at Xu Feifei's dull gaze, he slowly picked up the falling silver whip and said, "I am the one you lived in back then. I don't know if you remember me, but I, Nie Changliu, will remember it for the rest of my life..."

At this moment, Nie Changliu's back suddenly stretched straight, and cold sweat as big as beans actually overflowed from his forehead in an instant.

"Bang"

Xu Feifei was thrown to the ground by Nie Changliu again. She couldn't say a swear word in her heart. A mouthful of blood came out of her mouth again. The rolling eyes could no longer move.

Nie Changliu turned around stiffly. In the dark night, deep in the woods, a figure slowly walked out, holding a sword in his arms.

The man was very quiet, but Nie Changliu's heart was surging.

The man walked out slowly, but Nie Changliu felt the deep sword intent, which made him panic. He had a feeling that as long as the man set out his sword, he would only take a moment to kill himself.

Nie Changliu has never seen a master. He has followed Gu Qingci, a master of sword slashing for a long time. During this period, there is another sword mystery. Qin Keqing. These two are the top sword masters in the world. No one dares to say that their sword skills will be higher than these two people. Nie Changliu does not believe that there can be more sword skills in the world than Gu Qingci and Qin Keqing.

But the person in front of him is different now. Nie Changliu was frightened when facing this person, not that this person would be stronger than Gu Qingci, but that this person's sword intent gave Nie Changliu the feeling of death, that he would die if he drew his sword. This is the sword intent that sealed the throat with one sword.

Nie Changliu stared at the man holding the sword. Chang Suzuki emitted waves of demonic energy. He was accumulating energy. Facing this person, he didn't want to escape. Only by fighting to the death may there be hope.

"Bang"

The sword-holder suddenly staggered and fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!
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