Martial King’s Retired Life

Yunfeng's assassination sword came from the side, and attacked with his men left and right. Ming Fei was originally dead, and there was nowhere to avoid.

Two stars are close at hand, and everyone's heart is caught in the throat!

Speaking of time and time, Ming Feizhen suddenly lifted his left hand at the same speed as Tian Waifeng. When the sword tip was about to stop in front of his throat, he flicked up. Tian Waifeng was covered with air sword, but it was called Mingfeizheng-Zhizheng raised a few inches. The left hand bounced off the outer wing and then pressed it on the sharp sword that was one step slower than Jia Yunfeng. The man only felt that the sword suddenly fell down—a massive boulder, his arm could not hold it, and the sword could not help but rush down.

Two swords-up-down, a gap that can't be sent, it's not true haha-laugh, and jumped out of the inescapable killing array.

At this time the distant people called for a long breath.

"I should thank you."

Ming Fei stood three feet away from Jia Yunfeng and took a deep breath, as if enjoying the atmosphere at this moment, showing a smile of nostalgia

"You give me a feeling of really fighting. In the past few years, you are not the strongest opponent I have encountered, but this is the first-time feeling of being in actual combat. I feel really good.

The sword that Jia Yunfeng must kill failed to kill Mingfeizhen, but he was not very upset. He has made great progress today, and has long lost the victory within one stroke. No matter how strong Ming Fei really is, he is just better than he was before, but compared with himself now. He doesn't feel like he has lost to him (=

Amway with you, my group ID, now there are a lot of people, too often still haunts: 330906859

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