Volume Three, Yinjiang, Chapter Eighty-seven, A Fest of Masks
I saw Jimo Yao waving his remaining left sleeve so that the wind whined. Qingqing closed her eyes and heard that this single sleeve was a little less scrupulous than the two sleeves just now.
These desperate postures.
King Taming had no intention of retracting the sword he just struck. Instead, he continued to move forward along the light path, trying to slash both of the leader's long sleeves cleanly. Who knew Jimo Yao's single sleeve?
His reaction was very quick, but when he deflected his wrist, the edge of his sleeve brushed against the shimmering cold light of the blade.
Immediately, the cuffs turned, and they were suddenly whipped into King Taming's wrist.
"One knife!"
If he had not faced an opponent with profound skills that could not be compared to ordinary people, he would have been struck by the long-sleeved leader of Jimo, and his scimitar fell to the ground. Unexpectedly, the tip of King Taming's sword just made a "buzz" sound.
, actually let the strong internal force penetrate the arm, and Mo Yao's single sleeve was pulled up, as if he was lightly scratching an itch.
When it comes to practicing skills, Mo Yao is only a few years older than Qing Qing. Even though he has worked hard in his life, how deep his internal skills can he be? However, King Taming didn't take any action and was shocked. He was bounced back a few steps by his own sleeve and retreated continuously.
I almost coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The sword light did not give way at all, pressing forward step by step in the direction of the leader's retreat, and ran straight in front of Jimo Yao's eyes.
The leader of Jimo licked the sweet blood that gushed out from the corner of his mouth. He tried his best to lean over the blade and put his long sleeves against the handle. Only then could he turn half of his body, wiped the blade, and ducked between the handle.
Down.
"Two swords!"
As soon as Huhe finished speaking, he saw that the knife opened Jimo Yao's hair rope, and the long black hair poured down like a waterfall——
"Three swords!"
Seeing that he failed to dodge the third sword, Jimo Yao hung his long, water-like sleeves on the ground, supported himself, and panted slightly. Yang Wei stepped forward, supported the head of the family, and gently touched her back.
Caress a few times.
Jimo Yao pushed her hand away and raised his head to prevent tears from flowing down his face.
Looking around, Qingqing only felt the dust blown by the wind blowing on his face, which made his cheeks hurt. The woman's gentle movements were caught in Qingqing's eyes. The more Qingqing looked, the more he felt shuddering——
The owner of Wu Ling's tomb is clearly helping the king of the Northern Desert!
Perhaps when Jimo Yao failed to dodge the first three swords, Qing Qing became suspicious. If the leader of Jimo and King Taming were to fight for life and death, then the young leader would definitely lose; if King Taming asked for the leader
The door dodges thirty to three hundred swords in a row, which is enough even if the old master comes. However, these are only three swords, how can Jimo Yao not be able to dodge twice in a row?
It wasn't until Qingqing lowered her head in deep thought that she realized that the quicksand beneath her feet was quietly and unknowingly sliding in a strange direction.
King Taming saw that he had forced the leader to suffer internal injuries during his attack, so he put the sword back into its sheath and waited for the leader to admit victory or defeat. Unexpectedly, Jimo Yao's long sleeve brushed the corner of his mouth, with a faint trace of blood, and started again.
Shake one sleeve down in front of you.
"What a Jimo..." Qingqing secretly admired in his heart, "He is indeed the leader of Yiyamo!"
Seeing that the leader of Jimo was still entangled, King Taming couldn't help but feel disgusted, and his subordinates were unwilling to leave any more room. Seeing the long sleeves flashing with water in front of his eyes, he immediately steadied his steps and put the blade close to his arm.
Elbow, suddenly raised from bottom to top——
The young leader wanted to shout "no", but he already came
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Too late.
It wasn't until a streak of white light flashed across his long sleeve that Jimo Yao realized that King Taming had actually hidden the blade under his long sleeve and swung it up. The tip of the blade immediately revealed its original shape, pointing upwards diagonally towards his left side.
The arm was cut by the wind.
The sound of the wind that jumped up and trembled for a moment was harsh even to the man guarding King Taming. Many people were thinking:
Not to mention the long sleeves, half of the master's arm would fly into the sky with this sword blow.
Before the sword light was fully in the air, Jimo Yao looked at the sleeves that he had no time to take back, sighed, and closed his eyes. He only said that his father had left such a big Yi Ya Mo for him, and he would end up paying it to himself by mistake.
Already...
Unexpectedly, when he closed his eyes, he didn't hear the sound of a blade cutting off a sleeve.
But he didn't believe that there would be any turning point at the last moment. Not only did Jimo Yao not hear the sharp sound of the sharp blade slicing through the air, but he felt that his long sleeve slipped and he didn't know what he had brushed against. When he opened his eyes and took a closer look, he saw it was a tower.
King La's feet were tilted, and the knife in his hand was unsteady, letting the blade of the knife tilt to one side against his long sleeves.
"One knife!"
All the men looked at it and felt surprised, but they couldn't help shouting.
He was really careless and lost Jingzhou! The head of Jimo didn't care why King Taming stepped away with his crooked kick. He just took advantage of the victory and pursued the victory. He opened his sleeves sideways to dodge a knife, and pointed the sleeves directly at the eyes of the Northern Mo King.
"Two swords!"
King Taming was stunned in his heart, but the wind that was threatening his life was passing right in front of his eyes. How could he dare to look at his feet again? He only thought that even a windless and waveless place could capsize the boat. Seeing the leader doing this
One move failed to protect the vital part, and King Taming's sword was about to hit Jimo Yao's throat——
Unexpectedly, he could slide on the ground even if he stood firmly. His whole body fluttered forward, and the tip of the knife flew out uncontrollably as it rubbed against the leader's white and thin neck.
"Three... knives." Several men hesitated, not knowing whether to shout or not.
With King Taming's skill, even though the mountains are high and the waves are rolling, how can he fall down for no reason while stepping on the sand? The men didn't even blink, but they couldn't find it.
When he came to the door, no one dared to step forward to help him, so he could only stand there and stare.
However, Jimo reacted very quickly. Seeing that he had somehow retreated from the tip of the knife, he suddenly raised his sleeves and threw the water sleeves that contained all the strength of his body on King Taming's hairy chest. King Taming was still shocked.
After regaining consciousness, he couldn't help but take a few steps back, clutching his chest, as if it was a nightmare.
"What King Taming said is still true, right?" Jimo Yao's left sleeve floated in the air like a victorious warrior for several times before slowly falling to the ground. "In this case, everyone in the sand prison will
They are no longer 'slaves'..."
Before the leader could finish his sentence, Yang Su, with his big belly, rushed out from behind and passed by King Taming and Jimo Yao. During the attack, he looked with his right hand and saw the waist of a strong man along the way.
Suddenly he took out a long stainless steel knife from its sheath, and without saying a word, he stabbed Qing Qing in the head.
Almost from the moment Yang Su raised his foot, Qing Qing knew that the master was coming for him. Therefore, he kept pressing his hand on the handle of the knife, concentrating on it.
It's just that Qing Qing didn't expect that the well-deserved owner of Wuling Tomb would feel so fast!
Listen to nothing
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With the sound of "珰", Qingqing immediately unsheathed his long sword, and the two sharp blades collided violently in the air, scattering many scattered sparks. Even the two people who could not tell the winner on the field were dumbfounded.
No one knew why Yang Su suddenly rushed up with all his strength and wanted to tangle with a guard of King Taming?
After standing for a long time, Qing Qing couldn't help but thank God that the painting techniques taught by Master Zi Hua had finally come in handy. She stood there quietly, and no one noticed anything wrong with her for a while.
Seeing that Yang Wei's sword from above was about to split him in half, Qingqing subconsciously turned the blade and used the "Thousand Miles Cloud Formation" to push the woman in front of him away.
Who would have thought that this push would actually lead to no push.
Only then did Qing Qing remember that he had poured an unknown number of kilograms or taels of sand into his whole body. At this moment, even if he raised his hand slightly, it would take two or three times the usual strength, as if there was a big iron block on his arm.
Soon after, Yang Wei finally took advantage of the opportunity and with a backhand, stabbed the long knife deeply into Qing Qing's shoulder.
"Is it you?" Yang Wei couldn't help blurting out as he watched the yellow sand leak out bit by bit, and the graceful figure of a young girl was finally revealed under the strong man's attire.
Tonight's competition between the leader of Yiyamo Jimo and King Taming seems to be only two people, but secretly, how can there be no other visitors?
Qingqing didn't know whether this woman named Yang Wei had made up her mind before coming with the master, or whether she suddenly changed her mind after seeing King Taming. It wasn't until the moment she closed her eyes that Qingqing heard that Jimo Yao
Every step forward and backward was impartial, stepping into the trap of the owner of Wu Ling Tomb.
Whenever the sharp sword was about to clash with the cold water sleeves, Qingqing could always inadvertently hear a faint sound of blowing. Whether the sound was loud or not, the other men who were half onlookers and half guards seemed not to notice.
He didn't notice it. But when Qing Qing lowered his head, he saw the stars moving inadvertently under Jimo's feet on the quicksand.
The faint sound of blowing air rang in my ears again.
After all, Jimo Yao's technique was inferior to that of King Taming by several points. Those grains of sand moved silently, and when King Taming took steps, one could see an obvious stagger. After all, it was because the original steps were as steady as Mount Tai.
, with a slight shake, sand and rocks will fly, and the majestic tower will collapse.
And compared with the young master's meager skills, the bottom plate may not be stable at all. The quicksand swayed, and the sleeves became even more unruly. How could he resist the machete that King Taming was attacking?
With every blow, Jimo Yao's steps unknowingly deviated by a hair. Until he barely managed to dodge two knives, the third knives finally failed. King Taming must seize the opportunity and prevent the leader from having any chance.
Any possibility that passes by.
Where did that sound of blowing air come from?
Qingqing looked around and felt that those strong men were all loyal and simple people from the Northern Desert. I was afraid that no one would hide among them and make any plans except himself. Yang Su's face was as calm as water, with his hands on his waist, and he would cry from time to time.
Say something in a low voice to the cold-faced Gongshu Wang.
Looking at Gongshu Yi's waist again, the bamboo flute was nowhere to be seen.
The long and short bamboo has long been held by King Gongshu in his hand. He does not need to hold it across his mouth. He can just shake it gently with the wind and it can be blown by the wind. As long as Gongshu Yi puts his fingers on different flute holes, the North Desert will be blown away.
The cool breeze at night can "blow" different tones!