Jimo Yao waved the remaining left sleeve so that the wind whistled. Qingqing closed his eyes and heard that the single sleeve was less scruples and more desperately than the two sleeves just now.

The sword that Taming King had just cut out was not intended to be taken back, but continued to explore along the light path, trying to cut all the two long sleeves of the leader clean. Unexpectedly, Jimo Yao's single sleeve was very agile, but deflecting his wrist, the rippling cold blade was rubbed by the sleeve.

Then he turned his cuffs and thrust his wrists into Taming King's wrists.

"One knife!"

If it weren't for a strong opponent who could not be talked to by ordinary people, he would have been slashed by the long sleeve of Jimo's leader and threw the scimitar to the ground. Unexpectedly, the tip of Taming King's knife was just a "buzzing" sound, which made strong internal force penetrate his arm. Jimo Yao's single sleeve was hit, as if he had a slight itch.

In terms of practice skills, Jimo Yao is not a few years older than Qingqing. Even if he is hardworking in his life, how deep can he have? However, when King Taming was shocked, he was bounced back by his sleeves a few steps, retreated continuously, and almost coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The sword light did not allow any help, and pressed step by step in the direction of the leader's retreat, running straight to Jimo Yao's eyes.

The head of Jimo licked the sweet blood from the corner of his mouth, and tried his best to go sideways over the blade, allowing his long sleeves to press onto the hilt, allowing himself to spin half of his body, rub the blade, and flash under the hilt.

"Two swords!"

As soon as Huhe finished speaking, he saw that the knife opened Jimo Yao's hair rope, and his long black hair poured down like a waterfall.

"Three Knife!"

Seeing that he was unable to dodge another third knife, Jimo Yao hung his long sleeves on the ground, held his body and breathed slightly. Yang Shu walked forward, held the head and stroked her back a few times.

Jimo Yao pushed her hand away and raised her head to prevent tears from flowing onto her face.

Looking around, Qingqing felt that the dust from the wind and sand was blowing on her face, and her cheeks hurt. Qingqing saw the gentle movements of the woman. The more Qingqing looked at her, she felt more and more chilling—

The owner of the Wu Mausoleum is clearly helping the king of Beimo!

Perhaps when the first three swords were not dodged by Jimo Yao, Qingqing became suspicious. If Jimo and King Taming were to fight for victory or death, the young leader would undoubtedly lose; if Taming King asked the leader to dodge thirty or three hundred swords, it would be a big problem if the old leader came. However, this was just a few three swords, how could Jimo Yao not be able to avoid it twice?

It was not until Qingqing lowered his head while pondering that he realized that the refreshing sand under his feet was quietly sliding in a strange direction.

When Taming King saw that he had already forced the head to expel internal injuries when he took action, he turned to the sheath and waited for the head to recognize the winner and lose. Unexpectedly, Jimo Yao brushed her long sleeves across the corner of her mouth, and with a faint trace of blood, she shook one single sleeve again in front of her again.

"What a Jimo..." Qingqing exclaimed in his heart, "I am worthy of being the head of Yi Yamo!"

Seeing that the head of Jimo was still entangled, Taming King couldn't help but feel bored, and his subordinates didn't want to leave any room. Seeing the long sleeves flashing in front of him with water, he immediately took a steady step, put the blade close to his elbow, and suddenly lifted it up from bottom to top.

The young leader wanted to scream "Not good", but he had already come

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Not enough.

It was not until a white light was passed by Jimo Yao that he realized that King Taming actually hid the blade under his long sleeves and waved it to the point of the knife. The original shape immediately appeared, and he slashed at his left arm with the wind.

The sound of the wind that jumped up and trembled for a moment, even the man guarding the tower king heard it harshly. Many people thought to themselves:

If you cut this knife, let alone the long sleeves, you are afraid that half of the head's arm will fly to the sky.

Before the sword light could be fully erected in the air, Jimo Yao looked at the water sleeves that she had no time to withdraw, sighed and closed her eyes. She said that after all, her father left such a big Yi Yamo for him, he would have to be wrongly given to him...

Unexpectedly, when I closed my eyes, I didn't hear any sound of a blade slashing my sleeves.

But he didn't believe that there would be a turning point at the last moment. Jimo Yao not only didn't hear the sharp sound of the sharp blade passing through the air, but instead felt that his long sleeves slipped, and he didn't know what he had wiped. When he opened his eyes and looked closely, it turned out that King Tara's feet were tilted, holding the knife in his hand was unstable, and he let the sword tilt to the side with his long sleeves tilted to the side.

"One knife!"

The men were surprised when they watched it, but they couldn't help but shouted out.

It turned out that he was careless and lost Jingzhou! The head of Jimo did not care why King Taming stepped on the crooked kick, and he took advantage of the victory to pursue him. He opened his sleeves and flashed his sword, and his cuff pointed directly at the eyes of King Beimo.

"Two swords!"

Taming King was shocked, but the life-threatening Xiufeng was passing by in front of him. How could he look at his feet carelessly? He thought that he could overturn the boat even without wind or waves. Seeing that the leader's move failed to protect the vital points, Taming King's big sword eye was about to rush to Jimo Yao's throat-

Unexpectedly, I could slid flat while standing steadily, and my whole body rushed forward, and I could not help but rub the tip of the knife against the head's white and thin neck and flew out.

"Three...knife." Several men hesitated, not knowing whether they should shout out.

With the skills of Taming King, it was mountains and waves that were as high as flat as the ground. How could he step on the sand and fall for no reason? The men didn't even blink, but they couldn't find a way, and no one dared to go forward to help him, so they had to stand there and stare blankly.

Jimo reacted very quickly. Seeing that he had stepped out of the tip of the knife, he suddenly raised his sleeves and threw the water sleeve wrapped in full force on King Taming's furry chest. Before King Taming had recovered from the shock, he couldn't help but take a few steps back and cover his chest, as if it was a nightmare just now.

"King Taming said, are you still sure?" Jimo Yao's left sleeve was like a victorious warrior, floating in the air for a few times before slowly landing on the ground. "Since that's the case, everyone in the sand prison is no longer a 'slave'..."

Before the head could finish his sentence, he saw Yang Shu thrusting his big belly and jumping out from behind, passing directly beside King Taming and Jimo Yao. On the way, he stretched his right hand and unsheathed a long steel knife along the way. Without saying a word, he stabbed Qingqing in the head.

Almost from the moment Yang Zu raised his foot, Qingqing knew that the master was coming for him. So he kept pressing his hand on the hilt of the knife and was ready to go.

But Qingqing didn't expect that the well-known owner of the Wu Mausoleum felt so fast!

Listen to nothing

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With a "snap" sound, Qingqing immediately unsheathed his sword. Two sharp blades collided violently in the air, and many sparks were scattered. Even the two of them, who were difficult to tell the outcome on the field, were stunned. Everyone knew that Yang Shu suddenly rushed up with such a force, and why was he going to entangle with the guards of the Taming King?

After standing for a long time, Qingqing couldn't help but thank God. The painting techniques taught by Zipapagist came in handy after all. He stood there quietly, and no one noticed something was wrong with her for a moment.

Seeing that Yang Shu's sword light from top to bottom was about to split himself in half, Qingqing subconsciously turned the blade and wanted to push the woman in front of him out in a "Thousand Mile Formation Cloud".

Who knew that this push did not push.

Qingqing then remembered that he had poured sand all over his body with unknown amounts of sand. Even if he raised his hand slightly, he would have to spend two or three times his usual strength, like a big iron block pressing on his arm. At that time, Yang Shu finally grabbed the loophole and stabbed the long knife deep into Qingqing's shoulder with a backhand.

"It's you?" Yang Shu couldn't help blurting out as Huangsha saw a little bit of cleansing. Under the strong man's outfit, he finally showed the graceful figure of the girl.

Tonight's competition between the leader of Jimo and Taming King seems to be only two people, but in secret, how could there be no other visitors?

Qingqing didn't know whether this woman named Yang Zu had made up her mind before she came with the head, or had suddenly changed her mind after seeing Taming King. It was not until the moment she closed her eyes that Qingqing realized that Jimo Yao would step forward and step into the trap of the owner of the Wuling Tomb.

Whenever the sharp blade of the big sword was about to confront the stern water sleeve, Qingqing could inadvertently hear a faint sound of blowing. Is this loud? The other men who were half onlookers seemed to be unaware of it. But as soon as Qingqing lowered his head, he saw that Jimo's feet were inadvertently changing stars on the quicksand.

The faint sound of breathing sounded in my ears again.

Jimo Yao's magic was a few points worse than Taming King. The sand grains moved quietly and could see obvious staggering when Taming King took a step. After all, the original pace was as steady as Mount Tai. With a slight sway, it could collapse into the flying sand and stones, and it was majestic.

Compared to the young master's abilities, the lower plate may not be stable. As soon as the quicksand sways, the sleeves are even more uncontrollable. How can it withstand the scimitar of the Taming King's trick?

With every blow, Jimo Yao's steps deviated unknowingly. Until he could barely dodge two swords, the third sword finally couldn't resist. He always wanted to seize the opportunity and prevent the head from having any chance of dodging.

Where did the sound of blowing come from?

Qingqing looked around and felt that those strong men were all used to being honest and simple in Beimo. I am afraid that no one would hide in it except himself to have any ideas. Yang Shu's face was as calm as water, with his hands on his waist, and from time to time he whispered something to say to the cold-faced Gongshu King.

Looking at Gongshuyi's waist again, the bamboo flute disappeared.

The short bamboo has long been held by Gongshu King. It doesn’t have to be on his lips. It just sways gently with the wind and can be blown by the wind. As long as Gongshu Yi put his fingers on different flute holes, the cool breeze at night in the northern desert can "blowing" out different tones!

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