The painted black sword brought out a fierce and powerful wind. The howling whistling shocked the man's long hair and flew in a scattered manner.
The soft sunshine seems out of place with this endless murderous intent. But the bright face is so well-known. The rough cheeks show the masculinity of a man. The sharp eyes as sharp as an eagle are not
He was full of perseverance and gave in without showing any death. He was Liang Qiu, the best friend who lived and died with Ai Siyu many times.
The long sword with a strange black light released the hot high temperature. The moment it touched the neck, the tall body trembled involuntarily.
Liang Qiu knew that death was coming, but the inherent arrogance did not diminish at all. He still held his head high and gritted his teeth.
"Damn it, even if you die, you can't make you feel better." The terrifying high temperature of energy continued to penetrate deep into the body. A few traces of blood in the depths of Liang Qiu's gritted teeth. He raised his head and whistled.
Although he was ready to die, the broad knife that pointed to the ground was raised up quickly, trying to give the little man a painful blow.
The long sword with painted black energy did not stop in the air at all. The sharp sword light touched Liang Qiu's neck. A stream of blood continued to seep out of it and overflowed on the neck and kept falling.
"Hiss..." Liang Qiu, who wanted to fight to the death, was forced to suck the air in a cold air by the sword energy. His slightly raised hand fell down helplessly.
He looked at the little man in front of him with his angrily eyes, and his heart gradually became a little more disappointed.
"Fuck your mother. Even if you die, you can't make you live happily." The angry eyes flashed with endless anger. He tried his best to stab the falling broad sword upwards. But he was ready to die in his heart.
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"Clang!" Liang Qiu's angry eyes were covered by a thin layer of blood mist. He could hardly see everything in front of him. However, the moment a metal impact sounded echoed, the heat that stinged his neck suddenly disappeared.
Shaking his head, swinging the blood mist in his eyes, and then he saw clearly that the long sword in the hand of the little man in front of him was knocked away by a light green short sword. The small short sword carried a rich sword
The angry one actually knocked the sword in the little man's hand more than ten feet away.
"This..." Liang Qiu was stunned for a moment and didn't know what had happened just now. But the short sword that was still floating in the air was a little familiar. It seemed that he had seen it there.
"Siyu." The two of them were also shocked. Their eyes instantly moved to the distance. The moment when the cold and beautiful face appeared in sight, Liang Qiu exclaimed in surprise.
In the cold and beautiful face, there was a tenderness and a trace of persistence constantly appeared on his face. In the seductive smile, there was endless bloodiness due to the long-term killing. Who would that person be if he was not Ai Siyu?
"Hehe. Hu Qian, the second son of the Poison Sect? Last time, I humiliated my brother while he was damaged. Do you want to repeat it again today?" Ai Siyu stood tall and low in the distance. His faint words came from his mouth casually.
Spit out.
The little man was Hu Qian, the second son of the Poison Sect last time. If Xu Yi hadn't helped him, the last time, he would have died of the Poison Sect's hand. Ai Siyu would naturally remember such hatred.
Hu Qian raised his eyes slightly and saw the thin figure, and couldn't help but be stunned. The last time he met was only more than six months. He didn't expect that this young man had grown from the original seventh level weak person to this way. At this time, even he felt
A considerable pressure.
"Siyu. It's really you. Brother is not dreaming, right?" Liang Qiu was stunned and was happy. He quickly ran to Ai Siyu like this. The few people in the other battle circles saw the boy appear. For a moment, he also went there. I was puzzled. But when everyone saw Liang Qiu performing like this, they couldn't help but feel a little more joy. They hoped that the situation of the battle would change with the joining of the boy.
"Haha. Brother Liang, are you okay?" Ai Siyu's face still had that kind of confident smile. He stretched his hands and hugged Liang Qiu tightly. He greeted him softly.
Although there are not many words, there is no lack of emotions. The brotherhood between the two has long been as solid as a rock. It is unnatural that there must be some excessive greeting words.
"Not very good. The guys of the Poison Sect rely on their strength to destroy our Demon-Devouring Academy. More than a dozen brothers have encountered poisonous hands." Liang Qiu was originally an iron-like man. When Ai Siyu asked like this, he couldn't help but feel a little more aggrieved.
"Okay. Leave it to me here, Brother Liang. You can rest for a while." Ai Siyu could naturally feel how much grievances Liang Qiu had encountered in it. His heart was trembling and he said a word of comfort indifferently.
"Siyu. Be careful. That Hu Gan has already reached the initial level of the gods. I only have three moves in his hands." Liang Qiu has always had an inexplicable trust in Ai Siyu. But the opponent he faced at this time was too tricky. .Remind anxiously.
"Don't worry. Within ten moves." Ai Siyu's tone suddenly became extremely cold while walking forward. A violent and violent feeling spread out from it.
Ai Siyu took a few steps. His right hand tightly stretched out suddenly. A strange suction force surged out of his palm. The green python that pierced into the surface in the distance turned into a stream of light and rushed into his hand.
As soon as the green python started, a wave was set off in the Chaos Sea. A sharp aura suddenly surged out in an instant. The energy at this time was less than one-third. If you want to win, you need to take the fastest means to solve all this.
"The powerful god." Hu Gan in the distance felt the aura spread out from Ai Siyu. He couldn't help but shouted in surprise.
The boy in front of him brought Hu Gan more than just one shock. The last time he dared to fight three people with his own strength. In the end, when he was seriously injured, he killed Hu Yuan with his speed advantage in front of the strong. He was able to retreat with all his body. .
Now in just six months, the seventh level of the trance of the gods has soared to the realm of the gods. Such a talent for cultivation is enough to be described as amazing and beautiful.
"My fourth brother's blood cannot flow in vain." Although Hu Gan was shocked, his bloody personality cultivated by fighting did not allow him to retreat at all. In the wave of his hand, the long sword with painted black energy still existed in the distance. When he sucked into his hands, his body flashed out as the sharp shout fell.
Ai Siyu's nose wings moved slightly. His straight body disappeared on the ground in an instant. His speed was much faster than Hu Gan.
"Get out of here." A few moments after the two disappeared, a cold drink echoed from the scene, making everyone look up and watch. Their minds were tense to the extreme. I wonder if the young man could defeat the second son of the Poison Sect.
But the moment the shout fell, the figure that stumbled out was the little husband.
"What." The moment everyone identified the identity of the man, they kept exclaiming in surprise. The man was actually a primary Hu Gan of the gods. Such a strong man would be forced out by the young man with a blow. Everyone couldn't help but be at that. The boy was shocked.
"The first move." Ai Siyu's thin body gradually stabilized and fell to the ground. There was still a faint smile on his cold face, as if he was talking to himself.
The moment the body fell, his right foot stepped heavily on the ground and stirred up a burst of smoke and dust. He smashed into the distance like a shell.
Hu Gan's face was full of shock. Before he could recover, the young man came again. In the crisis, Hu Gan had no choice but to roll forward and avoid Ai Siyu in a rather embarrassing manner. a blow.
Hu Gan was so embarrassed that he was forced. The murderous intent on his face was much stronger than before. The moment he got out, his body was rising up rapidly and he slashed at Ai Siyu who had just passed by.
His body floated in mid-air. He sensed a sudden burning heat coming from his back. Ai Siyu's heart tightened. With a wave of his hand, a burst of air was blowing out. The body, which was originally sweeping in a straight line, changed direction instantly under the action of the steam storm. Although I completely avoided that kick, I minimized the danger.
"The second move." I ignored the severe pain from my spine. My body flew into the air and landed on the ground.
Hu Gan, who was full of murderous intent in the distance, saw that this young man could still maintain his original rationality. He couldn't help but feel more shocked in his heart. A fear that he had never experienced before gradually condensed in his heart.
His eyes were staring at the boy. For the sake of safety, Hu Gan did not take the initiative to attack. The boy in front of him had too many uniqueness. What he had to do at this time was to find out the details of the boy.
Ai Siyu's thin body was still standing upright. The green python holding all the hands was swirling gently in his palm, reversing, and stopping. A clear stream in his body ran rapidly along specific meridians.
But that energy did not break out of the body. The body disappeared from the sight of several people at the moment when the energy combat skills were about to be condensed.
"The speed. There is such a terrifying speed." The moment Ai Siyu's body disappeared, the audience in the distance exclaimed for a moment, almost stumbled into the eye.
Hu Gan, standing upright there, gasping for a while. The moment Ai Siyu disappeared, his expression suddenly changed to an extreme. This speed was far beyond his reach.
The strong spiritual consciousness as strong as the tide spread without reservation. The surrounding wind and movements were collected under the spiritual consciousness. Be prepared to welcome the young man.
"Hmph. Come out." Hu Gan suddenly shouted coldly. The painted black sword in his hand slashed straight into a space with a terrifying strong wind.
Everyone's hearts were raised to their throats as Hu Gan's actions, and their breathing was extremely rapid. They stared at the space with their eyes tightly. I wonder if the boy could avoid this attack.
"Siyu, brothers, are all looking at you. But give me a little more face." Liang Qiu smiled quietly and said casually. Although he was extremely nervous, he never had the boy before. Suspected.
The sharp sword energy cut through the space. The black space folds continued to spread with the whereabouts of the long sword, touching everyone's heartstrings.
But the moment the sword was drawn, there was no response. The empty space was not strange, let alone the figure of the young man.
Hu Gan stood there dumbly with such a long sword, his eyes full of fear. He had just sensed the boy and moved along this track.
"The third move." As Hu Gan was stagnant, a cold shout echoed in this space. Then a fierce fist print broke through the air and bombarded Hu Gan's chest.