Chapter 684: You can only retreat! Back without stopping.
A cold light flashed in Mr. Han's eyes and he smiled: "Yes, he is a man. However, you have to remember that you cannot draw your sword when you are fighting me. If you draw your sword, she will die immediately!" He held Yi Qing in his arms.
Chen's fingers relaxed slightly. Yi Qingchen shouted: "Big Fengye, don't fall for his trick! At worst, he will kill me. You are no match for him with your bare hands!" Feng Yiying glanced at her, slightly
He closed his eyes. The monster in front of him was like a cat. It had to play hard before eating them. How could he not see it? However, he had no way not to be fooled. He sighed slightly in his heart: "
Qingchen, even though I know that death is inevitable, I can never just watch you die in front of me..." Young Master Han's eyes flashed with excitement, and he wrapped Yi Qingchen with both arms, and the other six strange hands held
In one picture, six swords with different colors but gleaming cold light appeared. The six sword lights attacked Feng Yiying like horses. Feng Yiying stepped back, grazing the tip of the sword and floated out backwards.
Erratic and agile. However, Mr. Han's sword was too fast. He kept retreating seven or eight feet without stopping. The tip of the sword still scratched his clothes, and blood slowly seeped out from the scratched place. He
, can't draw the sword, can only retreat! Keep retreating. "Haha, I really have a deep love for this girl. I want to see how long you can hold on!" The six swords stabbed out like windmills.
, as fast as the wind and lightning. A cold smile flashed in Mr. Han's eyes: "The sword is on your body, you can pull it out, but the price of pulling it out will be her death!" There is evil on his sword.
The spirit was lingering faintly, making a strange sound like crying: "I can kill you without magic, even ordinary swordsmanship. You are the leader of the four martial arts masters. Why are you the leader of the four martial arts masters?! Haha!" He
He laughed wildly, but the sword in his hand never stopped, slashing at the man in white who kept retreating empty-handed. "Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!" There were several soft sounds, but Feng Yiying did not draw his sword. He suddenly took action and extended his fingers to attack.
The six swords that came were flicked, and the sound was like a dragon's roar. The six swords vibrated and bounced away.