Chapter 457 (1/2)

The wind of the knife was sharp, with the wine smell of smoking. It swept towards shuizhenxiu like lightning.

The long sword in Shui Zhenxiu's hand couldn't Parry at all, so he had to retreat in a hurry. The blade had passed his waist and abdomen, and he even felt a cold stabbing pain.

Although this knife was not enough to kill him, it had cut his clothes and his skin, leaving a foot mark of blood.

Mo GE's feet are off the ground, and the autumn wind knife follows Shui Zhenxiu's hasty retreat.

As long as there is a slight difference, Shui Zhenxiu will die under the autumn wind knife.

Two figures flashed at the same time, and two long swords attacked Mo GE's ribs from left to right almost at the same time.

The sword is awe inspiring. These are also two deadly swords. Any sword can assassinate Mo Ge.

With a light drink, the body rotates, and the autumn wind knife returns with the rotation.

”Ding Ding” two, sword intersection.

Autumn wind blade or autumn wind blade, fast and simple.

Shuizhenxiu felt the chill on his back because Qin Feng and shuile people escaped the disaster by using their swords at the same time. In his cold eyes, the murderous spirit loomed at this moment.

He calmed down a little, and Tingjian stabbed Mo Ge who fought with Qin Feng and shuile people!

Leng Jiexing and Dugu Xiaoxiao looked at it calmly and dealt with a Mo Ge. They didn't think it necessary to mobilize the public.

Qin Feng and shuile people are first-class experts in the Jianghu. It's enough for them to win a Mo song together. What's more, there is a real water repair to help?

However, they underestimated the power of the autumn wind knife.

Leng Caixing once saw the autumn wind blade. At that time, he thought he was sure to win.

But it was a few years ago. Today, he saw the residual shadows of the autumn wind knife. He was awed in his heart.

Now he thinks about how many moves he can stick to under the autumn wind knife.

During more than ten days with Wuji in that small village, Mo Ge was inspired by Wuji's Yuanqing sword technique and had a new understanding of his own sword technique.

The knife is still the knife, and the person is still the same. The knife technique is still the same. But now, it seems that the knife and person are one. The autumn wind knife seems to grow in his hand and do whatever he wants.

He drank a lot of wine, even a little dizzy, but it was such dizzy that his knife was more arbitrary and unpredictable.

Three long swords fought with them for more than ten rounds, and Mo Ge didn't lose at all.

Not only did he not fall, Shui Zhenxiu nearly got hurt by his knife several times.

Dugu Xiao's eyes were not only evil, but also fierce.

He never paid attention to anyone except hobo, even his father.

But at this time, he suddenly became interested in the Mo song in front of him.

The eldest childe of Chenyuan Pavilion disdains to join hands with others because he believes in his mysterious magic skills.

Although he doesn't like the divine skill he has cultivated, he has to admit that it is indeed a rare Kung Fu in the Wulin.

He didn't want to dominate the Wulin, but Dugu City wanted to, so he was Dugu city's tool and killing tool.

With a long roar, Mo GE has reached the hearty place, and the knife in his hand is as light as the fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

With a dull hum, Shui Zhenxiu's long sword fell to the ground, staggered back a few steps, and blood flowed down his right forearm.

He looked pale in the moonlight.

Although his sword technique was not good, under the joint attack of Qin Feng and shuile people, Mo Ge could still hurt him. Qiufeng Dao really deserved its reputation.

Mo GE's heart was clear at this time, and the taste of wine had gradually gone.

Traceless once let go of these people in front of him because there was no evidence to prove that they were the enemies of Yuanqing.

But Mo Ge is not traceless. Since you have offended me, it is the best evidence.

And he believed that Yuanqing's enemy must be one of the people in front of him.

Therefore, his knife did not reserve the slightest bit, but was as tight as a knife, just trying to hurt the enemy.

Shuizhenxiu withdrew from the battle circle, looked at Dugu laughing and Leng picking the stars not far away, and said in a deep voice, ”Dugu childe, do you just want to see the excitement?”

Dugu Xiaoxiao ignored him, as if he hadn't heard him at all.

Leng Jiexing, standing on one side, said calmly, ”is it necessary for our childe to do it himself?”

After that, he took a few steps forward slowly, clasped his five fingers in his right hand, and his face was still calm and calm.

In the past, the famous landlord of the star picking building disdained to join hands with others.