"Although I can't remember anything, it doesn't mean I can't use this thing anymore." Perriel smiled on the skeleton who was hidden in the mask.

Then he picked up the "Fengshou" in Agrea's hand, and didn't care whether Agrea would kill him with his backhand.

This Feng Shou, which was simply gathered by energy, did not dissipate in Perriel's hands.

Peril came to the sword god alone and said three words sincerely - asking for advice.

The sword god was stunned at first, and then his old eyes were confused.

Although he could not be sure that the person in front of him was his favorite disciple, the unintentional detail would always reveal the facts that had been covered up.

The movement of Perrier's little finger tapping the hilt from time to time was clearly seen by the Sword God.

Even though Perriel could not remember anything, he was full of respect for the old man in front of him.

Some things can only be understood but not expressed in words, and they will not dissipate with time.

Perriel looked at the azure blue light passing by Fengshou, and the sword light under the stars had a sad and solemn smell.

This grip can be turned and turned thousands of times.

The past is like the sea, and the waves are overturned.

He stared at the sword in his hand in a daze. At this moment, the fateful entanglement in the dark broke through the precipitation of time, and all the sword moves appeared in front of his eyes.

Three styles of Yinglong.

This is the first set of sword moves that the Sword God taught after Peril entered the Sword God's sect.

At this time, Perriel used these three styles of Yinglong as a starting point, perhaps not just because of unintentional reasons.

The sword god stopped, then laughed wildly, and the "Xiaoyao" in his hand met him. He did not have any anger, but instead felt excited. He seemed to have seen the young man with bare shirtless eyes many years ago.

Back then, even though he was interested in the boy's arrogant muscles and bones, the Sword God did not intend to accept Peril as his disciple. Because he didn't think that such a prince could endure such a hardship.

Whether using a sword, a knife, or any weapon, the practice of martial arts always emphasizes one's mind cultivation, and one's perseverance to endure the sufferings of the world can achieve great success. The Sword God Bu is worried that Perrier has such a family background and may not necessarily have such a mind.

But when the Sword God saw the little guy's scars, he finally agreed.

Those scars were left behind after the competition between Peril and Fengkran and other famous martial arts masters and great magicians. He fell down again and again, got up again and again, and looked for someone to challenge him regardless of his face. Even though he lost all over his body, he never thought of retreating. At that time, he had an ambition to challenge the world by relying on the basic martial arts skills he learned in the academy. Peril was the most accomplished among the prince's children, and there was a reason.

So, at this moment, looking at the man in front of him who used the three styles of Yinglong, the Bu Jian God felt mixed emotions.

He didn't know whether this thin guy was his disciple or not, but the charm he saw when he used his sword was something no one in this world could imitate.

It is as heroic as the wind, as fierce as fire, and its momentum covers the sea. This is Perrell's style.

Agrea hugged his arms and looked at Perriel's repeated moves quietly, as if she was not surprised that Perriel could remember these things.

Time flies, the woman who was stealing her stolen by the side was looking at him so peacefully as she did more than 20 years ago.

Will you regret it?

If this question is about asking Agrea, it would be a joke. Agrea never regrets it.

But no matter what, the little appreciation in her eyes will not be affected by the love, hate and affection of the past, nor will it fade away because of the rush of time.

"This move... I remember it is called 'Green Dragon Back'?" Perriel said as if asking himself, and then he pointed his sword at the wrist of the Sword God.

The one in front of him was a false move, and suddenly he twisted his body and attacked the sword god like a tornado.

The Bu Jian God's eyes were filled with surprise and a little joy. The old man was not in a hurry, and he blocked the Xiaoyao Xu Yingshi in his palm, blocking Feng Shou, who was attacking behind him.

"Remember all?" The sword god asked kindly with a smile.

Perriel shook his head, "I can only remember those sword moves, and as for the others... I really can't remember them."

The sword god Bu Jian God nodded comfortably, "It would be great to remember the sword move."

"Who am I?" Perriel couldn't help asking.

"Since she made you forget it all, why should you remember it?" At this time, the Sword God was much more enlightened than he had been many years ago, and did not use a narrow mind to understand Agrea's behavior. What's more, he has been reading worldly affairs in his life, and he knows that sometimes forgetting everything is much happier than remembering everything.

After hearing this, Agrea's mouth flirted slightly.

When Peril heard this, he was stunned.

Seeing that Perriel was distracted, the sword god Bu Jianshi stepped straight into his throat with one sword, "Have you forgotten the word 'focus'?"

Perriel was shocked and subconsciously pulled the sword of Wrist Li, Feng Shou went straight back to kill, and used a move "Xun Kan to rely on each other".

It was obvious that the Sword God of Bu took the lead, but he was forced back by Perriel's sword that had been killed.

"What kind of way is this?" Bu Jianshen said strangely.

"Li Jian style, Xun and Kan depend on each other." Agrea smiled slightly and replied.

Until this moment, the sword god was quite touched, as if the mountains collapsed and the rivers and seas were overturned. At this moment, he finally understood how disgusting the rules and regulations of this world were, and what kind of young people they had killed. They should have been the leader of the generation, but because of the struggle between the two families, they became innocent victims.

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On the other side of the battlefield, the battle between Luo Qiya, Onian and Lanwen had no room for maneuver.

In the "Disaster Prison Kingdom", this killer from the "Lou Dai" organization engaged in the most primitive close-knit battle with Lan Wen.

Although Lan Wen can still resist, physical strength is always a problem. After all, it is unrealistic to let a magician compete with a martial arts to compete for physical strength, not to mention that Lan Wen was injured before.

After dozens of rounds of counterattacks, Lan Yin gasped and his chest fluttered violently.

"That Alvin, there would be no chance to 'feast your eyes'." Luo Qiya showed a mocking smile on his strange half-face.

It turned out that at this time, the Ai-green mage robe on Lan Yin's body had been torn to pieces by Luo Qi's teeth, and the thighs covered with knife wounds were exposed outside. If it weren't for Lan Yin's hard work, it would have already swayed in the wind. And her upper body could also be described as "ragged clothes", and the auspicious snow on her chest was stretched out. Fortunately, it was in a fog, so it was not easy to see clearly "suddenly spring light".

Onian frowned and looked in the fog. She didn't have the intention to see Lan Yin look good at this time. The large amount of magic power consumed made her look more and more serious. She didn't know how long she could last.

But Lan Ling couldn't bear to bear this terrifying assassin in a short time.

Although Alvin on the top of the city below could not see the battle situation in the "Disaster Prison Kingdom", when he looked at Onian's face from a distance, he knew that Lan Wen must have been in a hard battle.

Looking at the intense worry on Alvin's face, Theresia reminded: "The overall situation is the most important thing, and now we can only trust them."

Alvin didn't make a sound, just stared at the fog.

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"If you have the time to ridicule me, it's better to look at yourself." Lan Ling looked at Luo Qiya and said with a sneer.

Luo Qiya glanced down and looked at the piercing wound on his calf. The ridicule on his face eventually turned into chills. His leg was pierced by Lan Wen with a staff.

"Even if this injury is well maintained, it will leave behind sequelae. You have to be mentally prepared, and you won't be so quick to act in the future." Lan Ling continued.

"I'm at most disabled, but you have no future." The evil look climbed on Luo Qiya's half-movable face.

Lan Yin looked at the hysterical "half-faced monster" who came to kill the general, and secretly complained in her heart. She didn't suffer any loss, but if she really wanted her to continue fighting with her, she didn't know how long she could last for her increasingly tired body.

"Come on your life! That kid can't save you." Although the "Qiu Luo" in Luo Qiya's hand was dull and not as lively and strange as it was at that time, it would be no longer a problem to use it to wipe your neck.

Lan Yin gritted her teeth and held the staff and avoided it with a slid step.

However, because of lack of physical strength, my body movements are a little worse.

Qiu Luo rubbed a spark with a "sourcing" sound on the staff. Although she had not had time to cut Lan Wen's neck, she cut a nearly one-foot-long hole from her shoulder to her back as she turned around.

"Uh..." Lan Ling let out a low cry of pain. She didn't even dare to turn her head to look at the wound.

Fortunately, she didn't look at it. The wound was boned, and the shoulder blades could be seen vaguely from the flesh and blood that was turned on.

Looking at Lan Yin's pale face, Luo Qiya licked the beauty's blood on the dagger proudly.

"That boy Alvin, I really have the heart to bear it." Luo Qiya smiled sarcastically, "Isn't this here to save you?"

"This beautiful beauty is going to become a soul under my sword."

"Your half of your face was slapped like that because you were too talkative and talkative in your early years, right?" Lan Ling giggled. Although she had to hold her staff to stand up, she was not at all inferior to her mouth and tongue.

Luo Qiya's face immediately sank, "The teeth are sharp and sharp."

"But this will only make you die faster."

Just as Luo Qiya was about to hit the red-haired girl in front of him, the fog around him disappeared.

It's not that Onian's magic is gone.

Onian herself was also stunned. "What happened? Why was her "country of disaster prison" dispersed for no reason?" she said intimately.

When she looked up at the night sky, she was shocked by the figure under the moonlight.
Chapter completed!