Chapter 3193 Cunning

Cumberland watched Montaigne rush out, the hand he had stretched out suddenly retracted, and he grasped a golden long sword inserted in the chariot.

Clang!

A sword cry resounded through the starry sky, the sword was unsheathed, and a cold light shocked the sky.

"Golden Snake Lightning!"

With a loud shout, Cumberland flew out from the chariot, and the sword in his hand slashed towards Montaigne, who was smoky.

"What... are you doing it now?"

At this moment, there was a murmur around the valley, and all of them looked at this scene in horror.

But the masters like Di Ping, who is not a clear-headed, keen-sighted, can see too clearly, but all of them are looking at them coldly.

Cumberland was too cunning, he clearly understood that Montaigne's weakness was this smoky.

At first, it was used to anger Montaigne, but the sturdy young man with the surname Man called him broke, disrupting his plan.

But I didn't think he had another plan, this time more brilliant!

He burst into an aura and pretended to miss the person to fly, and then went to pick it up, but how could he control the energy with the strength of his Fa Xiangjing to shake people down, not to mention that if he really wanted to stop the smoke, it would be too easy and there would be no dust. any difference.

But Montaigne didn't think of this level. At this time, he was afraid that all the safety of the smoke was in his heart, and he rushed over to save people without thinking.

At this time, Cumberland shot.

Although Cumberland's actions are shameless, but in the cultivation world, these people who have cultivated for a hundred years and hundreds of years are nothing at all. Cultivators are the strong prey to the weak. There is no right or wrong, only winners and losers.

The sturdy young man with the surname is also full of shock.

The sword gang, like the loss of golden light, slashed out for several kilometers and fell towards Montaigne.

Montaigne was rushing out, ready to save people, when he thought of Cumberland's shot, the sword light came as fast as thunder, and it was too late to hide.

Montaigne is indeed strong enough, almost without thinking about it, he can use his sword in an instant.

It was so fast that ordinary people couldn't see his sword at all, as if the sword was always in his hand, only to see a flash of cold light, and a sword light shot up into the sky and slashed towards the golden sword gang.

"Excellent sword-drawing skills!"

Xuan Feng said lightly.

Di Ping nodded involuntarily. Montaigne was indeed a genius in kendo. This sword-drawing technique was very skillful, and his speed had surpassed his realm.

If it were an ordinary person, he could only resist Cumberland's sword, and he could still cut the sword at a critical moment.

when!

The two sword gangs meet in the air like the sound of gold and iron clashing, making a crisp sword cry.

The Montaigne hurriedly pulled out the sword, but the energy was still a little short, and the whole person was hit by the sword and suddenly sank several dozen meters.

what!

Anger flashed in Montaigne's eyes, and he was about to fight back, but at this moment, an exclamation from the smoke in the air reached his ears.

His face changed again, and he saw that Han Yan had already fallen from a height of several hundred meters, and he was about to fall to the ground.

"Take advantage of the wind sword!"

A sword light was cut out, and Montaigne's figure turned into a sword light, rushing towards Hanyan, and in an instant, he reached the front, and reached out to hold the girl Hanyan in his arms.

"The golden snake dances wildly!"

At this moment, a cold drink resounded from behind, and terrifying energy erupted.

There was an icy cold light in Cumberland's eyes, the sword in his hand slashed out, and the rain of swords shot towards the two of them like a thousand golden snakes.

The violent swordsmanship seemed to crush the space, forming a terrifying sword-blade storm that covered the two of them.

Many people sweated for Montaigne. It was really a peony flower, and it was romantic to be a ghost. For a woman who had already slept in someone else's arms, she didn't even care about fighting.

The sturdy young man who reminded him before!

At this time, his eyes were also calm. He reminded him earlier that he was looking at an acquaintance, but Montaigne let him down. No matter the importance of the person, he was not worthy of being his friend when he died.

The world of cultivation is so cold, there is no warmth from Si Hao, but these disciples have learned to the fullest.

Montaigne hugged Han Yan, feeling the soft and boneless warmth in his arms, and his heart was agitated, but before he could feel it, a terrifying sword force erupted behind him.