Martial King’s Retired Life

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Sky outside the sheath!

On the ring platform, the cold air was overflowing, and the transparent blade was blue and clear, showing the sharpness of the sharp edge.

Although Jia Yunfeng's internal force was lost, the sword skill was especially important. This sword straightened and threw a cold electricity horizontal space. The palace was almost in the center and it would open the stomach to Batian. Xiang Batian was caught by surprise, only felt a tingling in his chest, hurriedly pulled his foot back, and Jia Yunfeng's sword tip chased out.

Between the two of them moving in and out, a drop of blood had splashed out. It turned out that the instant stab, Tian Waifeng had pierced the skin of his chest.

After backing to Batian one after another, there was still no way to open the distance. There was only a slight difference between the sword and the chest, but if Xiangbatian retreated, he would fall out of the ring. The transition of light work is not his strength, and the internal work is not very magical. He can't hold the Huantai giant wood all the way back like Tang Yan.

At this moment, he showed his savage savvy to Batian, and he slammed on the ground with both feet. If it was the previous platform, maybe this step would just smash the floor and die for nothing.

But the flying platform of Feiyuping is very different, showing a tenacity comparable to bamboo, and even when it has grasped the force, it will fly straight towards the whole bulky body of Batian. Xiang Batian's underground medicine made Jia Yunfeng's internal force ineffective, so naturally he couldn't lift his breath and lose weight, so he couldn't catch up with him. But Tianwaifeng's sword sticks to his flesh, leaving a blood mark on him.

Escaped to the death of Batian, scolded and raised his palms, turned his palm into a sword.

Jia Yunfeng was in dire straits, knowing that the sharp edge of Tianwaifeng was his only hope. Relying on the sharpness of the Excalibur, the dangerous sword moves of the Six Seventh Movement were forced to retreat to the heaven. After that, he used only Huashan swordsmanship to make Xiang Batian unable to get close.

Although four contests started at the same time at this time, the emperor looked at them with interest.

"These two are good martial arts. Jia Yunfeng's Huashan swordsmanship is sophisticated and old, and it really has a master's posture. This is not bad for Tiantian, not afraid of danger, Orange, what is the origin of Xiangtian?

Orange King laughed: "Xiangjia is the slave of his mother and his family. Xiangbatian is the son of Xiangjia. He followed his son and his son half a year ago. The son and Chen did not know his martial arts history."

Shen Yiren sneered: Do n’t you know Wang Bajiao? You sent this to Batian to do less bad things? He even spilled dirty water on his own mother.

He couldn't bear the white glance, took the wine on the table and took a sip. It just tastes a little sweet, and it looks very winey.

At this time, Jia Yunfeng finally relied on the advantage of Tianwai Feng to restore the defeat, and he saw a chance to make a move with hundreds of birds and phoenixes! Tianwaifeng's sword tip turned into thousands of bird's beaks, covering up, down, left, and right, and no longer afraid to escape to Batian.

This disciple of Fenghuashan sent a disciple to attack Mingfeizhen, but was countered by Taijixin. But at this moment Jia Yunfeng made the sword move continuous and integrated into one.

This move came like a tide, like a flock of birds, and it was brought out by the transparent white blade of the sky outside, like a wave avalanche, and a ball of silver wrapped around him. The masses have long seen the sharpness of Tian Waifeng. Xiang Batian was afraid not to be chopped into meat. The white floor on the ring platform would be immediately stained with flesh and blood.

But this scene did not happen, but a more surprising sound came from the large snow group. It should have been the sound of golden iron attack in the blade group that was supposed to be the Heavenly Man.

And the most surprised person is probably Jia Yunfeng. He was completely clear that he did not carry a weapon to Batian, and it was even clearer that his sprinter was stabbed to the point where it was cut accurately, but did not cause any damage.

Xiang Batian's golden bell hood can completely block the sky outside forward without infuriating.

"You! Did you! They were all just loaded!"

In the iron-clad strike, Xiang Batian's voice was very low, but it was even more harsh: "Lao Tzu will not let you have some sweetness, but Lord Ye and the Emperor will doubt it."

Jia Yunfeng was wrong, totally wrong. Xiang Batian is not the old man in his heart, nor is it a sparse and simple Wufu. But it's too late to know now.

In the thunderous sound, Xiang Tian ’s two hand knives were successively chopped in front of Jia Yunfeng's chest, and the birds flew into the wind and the wind disappeared, and the snow light suddenly became a lonely blade.

Jia Yun retreated in the wind and fell to the ground. Those two knives are not cold and full of meridians, Jia Yunfeng can't exercise his power to resist the sudden movement.

Xiang Batian slowly walked to Jia Yunfeng's side without much action, but only intentionally or unintentionally looked at the Orange King on the platform.

The orange king on the seat was expressionless. He also took up his tea cup and silently made a gesture to Batian. This gesture was completely incomprehensible to outsiders, but it fell into the eyes of Xiang Batian and Jia Yunfeng, and immediately they were two reactions.

There was a smirk in the corner of Batian's mouth, but Jia Yunfeng's eyes were inexhaustible shock, anger and regret.

He smiled at Batian, and took three steps backwards, but kicked his feet forward with a kick before he stepped back.

Tang Yan, who was watching the audience frowned, asked, "Brother, why did he do this?"

What Tang Yan didn't understand was that in terms of martial arts displayed to the eyes of the hegemon, he was not good at controlling the enemy through air. He practiced outside the door, with the set of hard work, this is not a matter of depth of skill, but the number of martial arts. The two kicks he kicked were far less effective than a close kick or even a slap.

Mingfei really touch

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