"The dead tree branch kills the star."
"You cut the night... I cut you.
Dead wood branches. The last leaf on the top drifts down. swing out.
Almost all the places where the sword light pressed were cut off.
The ground seemed to be plowed over by a giant dragon, and none of the trees preserved their complete posture, all of which were obliquely broken.
Leng Jingliu couldn't help but sigh.
"What a powerful knife."
Ming Feizhen maintained the posture of holding the wooden branch, and only said after the f meeting.
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Leng Jingliu tilted his head.
"Your move is too powerful, I can't beat it. Of course, I can only dodge.
Speaking of which, my throat is itchy, and I can't stop coughing, coughing up a large mouthful of blood.
...Unfortunately, only half of them were avoided.
Ming Fei really puffed up his face and said, "You're upright. You don't even have to pick it up."
He didn't know that Leng Jingliu's swordsmanship in his life was only advancing and not retreating, only not among them. But the moment he changed his mind when he was determined to accept the move, the setback it brought to his heart was huge.
The young swordsman with a black face, jumped up to eight feet away.
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"Your helper is here, it's time for me to go."
Sure enough, a few soft footsteps could be heard. Seeing that Zhuo Fengru was moving from far to near, he rushed there.
Ming Fei really rolled his eyes.
"Then you don't fight? You can challenge for the second fight, okay
"I'm not as good as you in martial arts, so what can I do
"Hmph, then you admit defeat.
...correction... Next, you shameless rascal.
"Hey!! You didn't say that just now! You just can't beat me!
"If you can't beat you, it doesn't mean you lose.
Give up arguing, turn around and keep going.
Ming Fei was really busy.
"Hey again, what's your name 3"
Leng Jingliu paused and said something.
"Passerby B." Then he strode out and flew out without stopping.
Mingfei really circled his mouth with his hands and said loudly.
"My name is Ming Feizhen. Goodbye cold buns.
In the night wind, the sound of footsteps is especially loud. With Leng Shaoxia's excellent skill, he should not be suspected of being so angry that he slipped and stepped on the air, which is really intriguing.
"Running really fast, it seems that I can't catch up.
Zhuo Fengru rescued his wife and son, and also came to see the situation.
"That's the swordsman Miguozun found from a certain doorway. I tried a match with him and lost a move. This is already the case at such a young age, this river and lake will be a situation where the two of you compete."
Ming Feizhen looked at the back that didn't look back and said nothing.
Zhuo Fengru rescued his wife and children. He was so happy that he discussed with Ming Feizhen what to do next.
"From this incident, I know that even if I hide, most of the Secret Fruit Sect will not let my Zhuo family go. My nephew, I will go to Shennongjia with you to attend the meeting.
Hua Feihua smiled and said, "With the participation of Hero Zhuo, our chances will be even greater.
Ming Fei really came back to his senses and laughed.
"Yeah, let's go then.
"Go? Where to go
"You didn't just finish.
"But isn't that conference ten days away?"
Suddenly, there was another panic in my heart, and I hurriedly asked.
"What are you thinking about?"
Ming Feizhen smiled and said, "What do you say?"
Volume 12: Heroes Mingfeizhen 53
When the night comes, the wind always knows it first.
Blowing without restraint will bring a little different from the scorching heat of the day, just like the short-lived coolness that is still a little sticky after the iron pot is opened, staring at the gradually sinking sun wheel, feeling the golden twilight sun slowly fading, Was taken away in a shred. What is taken away is the transpiring heat, the bright golden color, and the radiant vitality.
Gradually realize that night is not formed.
Night is a world separated from the day.
All these scenery are all familiar to monks in white.
He is by no means born and raised here, his hometown is thousands of miles away, far away from the Central Plains. There is snow all year round, and there is a snow mountain that has stood for thousands of years. Residents suffered from its disasters and suffered from its floods. Children under the age of five must learn to draw bows and arrows, and every winter is a life-or-death decision. Or someone can't survive the cold winter, maybe that person is himself.
But he still deeply loves that hometown.
It's not that he has never been to the Central Plains, and when he was young, he used to prancing horses and blooming flowers, overlooking the city. It's just that the current situation is completely incomparable with that time.
In the life of Shennongjia, only watching the sunrise and sunset, and then waiting for the second sunrise and sunset.
Every day is the same.