"Sword skills?" Yuan Feng frowned slightly, shook the folding fan in his hand, waved his silver cloak, and walked out quickly. In the yard, several guards lay on the ground screaming in pain, with different expressions, dark

In the night, Zhu Qing dressed in black

Han wielded the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and got entangled with a group of his men. "Why is it him? What is he doing here?" Seeing that his love rival did not stay at home to guard his beloved wife, but came to him.

Yuanfeng felt a little strange about the commotion.

With a "ding" sound, a black silver light flashed out in the clear night. Ling Tian's eyes turned cold, and the bangs on his forehead flew up suddenly. The cold windbreaker drew a beautiful arc in the night sky, and the soft hand in his hand

The sword was swung wildly, and the whole person was like a wind shadow rushing towards Zhu Qinghan, with an overwhelming anger.

The momentum and strange swordsmanship made everyone present startled. Several of the men who were about to pounce saw that Ling Tian had already taken action, so they stepped back one after another. Zhu Qinghan's eyes turned around, and he swung his body, holding the sword in his hand.

The Qinglong Yanyue Sword swung sideways, and silvery white light spread out all over the sky, directly colliding with his soft sword.

There was a "dang" sound, black and white rays of light intertwined, and the astonishing sword energy and knife energy were scattered in all directions. Several of the men nearby could no longer stand, and they all fell to the ground. Then, with a scoff, the sword in Ling Tian's hand

The soft sword fell down, and the floorboards were all covered with

He picked it up and shined it at Qinghan. Qinghan held the knife in both hands, his eyes were scarlet, and he shouted loudly. The silver knife smashed the stone slab into pieces. A trace of surprise flashed across Ling Tian's face.

The expression on his face did not expect Zhu Qinghan’s sword skills.

It was so amazing. He had seen a lot of the duel between him and the black robe that day, and he indeed had the style of the sword god Nie Tian. But today, how could he have such murderous intent! Ling Tian shook his hands and body

Standing in the sky, about to use his special move,

Yuan Feng had already stepped forward and met Zhu Qinghan's cold face calmly, with no fear on his face. Zhu Qinghan's knife also came in an instant and was pressed against Yuan Feng's throat. It was just a little bit away.

He wanted to slit his throat, which sent a chill down Ling Tian's back.

"What do you want, Third Young Master, to come to my place so late? I'm so angry, I don't know where I provoked you again!" Yuanfeng looked at Qinghan with a smile, while shaking the sandalwood incense in his hand.

Fan. "Don't wave the fan in front of me. Why are you so cool in the cold weather!" Qing Qing glanced at him coldly and looked at him angrily. This man was really calm, and he was not afraid of killing him.
Chapter completed!