"Hahaha... I have the courage!" The old man from Xianfeng Daogu raised his head and laughed, his long eyebrows dancing in the air with the faint smell of wine that was scattered.

The gesture drawn by Yun Yue is a communication term between swordsmen. It simply means fighting, the winner speaks, the loser shuts up, and the provocative gesture is the strongest.

The old man Linfeng's eyes turned cold, his voice calmed down, and he kindly warned, "Boy! Have you figured it out? You don't know that old guy, and you don't even have a sword, so you shouldn't be too arrogant."

Yun Yue drew out the barrier and wrapped the old man in the face of her face, and knocked him into the barrier in the next wing room.

After a while, another cake eater was added in that corner.

Yun Yue, whose hands had already been put on her back, quickly interlaced her fingers at an angle that the old man Linfeng could not see. With a blink of an eye, a red sword appeared in her palm.

"call out--"

The sword was in his hand, aiming at the ground, looking straight at Xiao Han's black eyes not far away.

The old man Linfeng glanced at Changjian and pulled the corner of his mouth.

"bite--"

The sword was lit into the ground, and the ground was made of tiny grooves. The sword was picked and the murderous aura rolled in with the sword wind.

Yun Yue jumped away from Jianfeng, pointed to the wall, and waved his sword to hit the old man Linfeng.

"Bang--"

The two swords collided, the sword blades opposed each other, the cold light and Xiao Sen, the four eyes met, and they refused to give in to each other.

"Clang—Ping Ping Pong—Ping Pong—Ping”

Dozens of sword winds collided one after another, fighting fiercely in the smoke.

The bearded old man and the others were stunned. The old man with fairy style and Taoist bones always felt something was wrong, "Old man Tong, did that young man know you?"

"I didn't know each other a long time ago, but I didn't know each other recently, but now I can barely know each other." The old man with a baby face tasted two pastries, and was a little absent-minded, but the question was very meaningful.

The old man with fairy style and Taoist bones couldn't understand the meaning, so he regarded it as the old man with a child-faced look to make him swear by his nonsense.

When a few people in the barrier turned around, there was no one in the room next door. At first glance, they saw two holes.

The barrier also moved quickly, passing through the holes that penetrated several wing rooms, and soon saw two figures of similar slashes.

On the first floor of the Crescent Pavilion, shouts came one after another, and people kept snatching the doors in the wing rooms in various places. Everyone was like a torrent of waves, rushing non-stop. In a short while, nearly half of the people in the wing rooms left the lobby on the first floor.

Fan Ying, who was in charge of the first floor, saw someone making trouble, rolled up her sleeves angrily and prepared to clean up. Wuyou walked out of the secret passage and intercepted her.

Fang Ying stood aside, looking at the wall, the walls that were constantly being pierced, pressing her fingers, waiting for the opportunity to take action.

The first floor is the foundation. If it collapses, how can other floors be preserved!

Yunyue and the old man Linfeng were still evenly matched, and Yunyue’s aura was dominant, but the old man Linfeng’s swordsmanship was very superb, and they each had half the advantage, and they were in a stalemate in the fight.

The two people who were "making trouble" had already reached the last wing room in the left side of the gate.

Outside the door of the Crescent Pavilion, a man in dark blue gold silk with a cold face and a cold expression.

The man has a majestic figure, with clear contours and angular lines, sharp and deep eyes, and his cold eyebrows are wild and unrestrained.

Two twin followers with sharp auras and heavy faces followed closely behind him.

The man looked down at the "daily products" that he had been preparing for a long time, suddenly raised his honey smile, couldn't help but step up and walked towards the Crescent Pavilion.

"pound--"

A gust of sword wind like a heat wave slashed out from the last wing room, and the gate was directly split into two pieces.

The aftermath of the collision intertwined and mixed, and flew towards the direction of Yiheng.

Yiheng picked up two guards and quickly flashed into the Crescent Pavilion.

Yi Hengyin suddenly saw a familiar figure. When he turned around, he recognized one of the men in white with silver wing masks in the fight.

Suddenly, he pulled out the sword from one of the guards' waist without saying a word, and prepared to come forward to help.

The wings of Hengyan, holding the long sword, entered the sight of Fan Ying, who could no longer bear it and came to clean up the troublemaker.

The troublemaker, Yi Henggui, confirmation is completed!

A pink figure swirled in the air, and his slender legs kicked Yiheng in front of him.

The twin guards hurriedly protected the master. When they saw a pink afterimage, their hostile aura suddenly restrained and they generously gave up a way.

Yi Hengyin felt the danger approaching behind him, so he quickly turned around, his cold eyebrows lingering in anger, and the sword in his hand was about to slash across.

When I saw the visitor, my lips with moderate thickness rippled with dazzling smiles, and I didn't even avoid the kicks I saw.

"pink……."

Before he finished speaking, he was in the sole of the pink cherry shoes on his side. Yiheng urged the strength of his whole body to suppress his strength. Without resisting, his feet fell. He was kicked away by the pink cherry at the realm of the true qi.

"I've been dead second-rate, how many times have I told you that I'm not allowed to cause trouble in this cabinet!" Fan Ying shouted angrily with a angrily rolling her sleeves.

Instead of stepping forward to help his master, the twin guards hugged him and moved further away.

After standing in a safe position, the twin guards immediately covered their ears, opened their faces and looked straight. At the same time, they were also covering their ears, and there was also the worry-free person in the cabinet.

"No, Fan Ying, you heard from this prince that it is not..."

Yi Hengyin was about to explain that Fang Ying, who had already rubbed her fists and rubbed her palms, grabbed Yi Hengyin's arm.

"Crack--"

"ah--"

Fang Ying turned her hand and her arm joints were disassembled into two. A sound of bone dislocation accompanied by a shrill scream rang out at the same time.

The twin guards and Wuyou covered their ears and heard the sound of bone removal. Wuyou wanted to step forward and stop Fan Ying, but was afraid of being "treated equally", so he decided to stay where he was and be a crowd of onlookers.

In the eyes of her young master, Fan Ying is an ancestor who cannot be accused of, just because she can "inhumane" bone removal technique.

Fang Ying’s bone removal technique is different from broken bones, she is removing it!

She wants to remove the bones and make people feel pain, but she can do it. If she wants to make people feel pain, she will be worse than death. Although she can still take it back after removing it, no one wants to experience that process.

Wuyou and the Twin Guards once experienced it, and they could understand Yiheng's feelings more than anyone else.

"Fong Sakura...No..."

"Crack--"

"I... just arrived... didn't make trouble..."

"Crack--"

“…”

The more Yihengyin explained, the more bones were removed.

During the fight, Yunyue heard Yi Hengyan's voice, and saw that he was being bullied by Fan Ying with "no power to tie a chicken" and his eyebrows were slightly clumped.

In terms of strength, Yihengyin, who is in the realm of the vitality, cannot be taught by Fan Ying without any resistance. The only possibility is that Yihengyin is voluntary.

Yun Yue suddenly had a flash of inspiration and suddenly realized that the woman the second prince liked was Fan Ying!

Only this possibility can explain this situation. Yun Yue's distraction for a few seconds made the old man in the wind have the upper hand.

Yun Yue snatched a hand and snatched the sword wind, which had just been thrown out, struck the Crescent Pavilion, and was knocked out of Xu Yuan. At a critical moment, the sword penetrated the ground and slid, and it took a while to stabilize.

Wuyou waved his palms in the dark to block Jianfeng from outside, sighing powerlessly, Sister Jiantai, where did my master’s Crescent Pavilion provoke you couple? One and two of them were so vigorously!

The old man in Linfeng stopped waving his sword and looked at Yun Yue who was adjusting his breath quickly. He was very dissatisfied, "Boy, you dare to distract yourself in duel with me. You are very brave! Or are you really that dying?"

Yun Yue stood up on the ground, pressed her numb heart, pulled out the sword, and stretched her body and made a new gesture to the old man Linfeng.

When the old man Linfeng saw this gesture, he was a little stunned. He pointed to the long sword behind him, and his wrist was shook slightly. In a blink of an eye, there was another wooden fan in his hand.

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