Da Xia Ming Fei Zhen 51

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In the dark night, a young man stood up from the carriage.

He is not tall, and he wears the usual black military uniform that he wears when traveling in the world. The starch is a bit old, but it fits him very well. What he was wearing under his feet were nothing more than leggings and fast boots that ordinary warriors loved to wear. He looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old, a young man about the same age as Ming Feizhen.

The young man's appearance was extremely handsome, but the divine light in his eyes was clearer than the cold winter pond. It's not as cold as ice, and you won't feel cold even if you look at it. But it's as sharp as a sharp blade. Standing face to face with your neck, you feel the biting coldness that penetrates your bones.

He was holding a black sword in his hand. It is difficult to judge the quality of the scabbard, or even whether there is a scabbard or not. I felt strangely dark and the surrounding light seemed to have been swallowed up and sealed into the sword body, so that when the moonlight reached this place, only a sword-shaped black shadow remained.

The young man in black opened the roof and stepped out of the carriage, revealing the mother and son of the Zhuo family who were safe and sound behind them.

"You came after me directly?

The young man was not surprised by Ming Feizhen's method of destroying the carriage, but he was surprised that he suddenly appeared here.

And Mingfei really liked his question. This means that the opponent is a guy who has seen the world.

"There is a saying that no one has ever died in life since ancient times. The hearts of parents in the world are pitiful. As long as you work hard, a couple will be blessed in one day and a hundred days."

If you kidnap someone's wife and children, of course you have to be prepared to be chased and killed.

The young man looked at Ming Feizhen coldly and said suddenly.

"Have you cooperated with Zhuo Fengru?"

In just a few words, he grasped the key point, and Ming Feizhen smiled instead.

-The two young men, black and white, looked at each other and suddenly felt the air flow suffocating.

“Fight me-one is enough.

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The young man in black suddenly gently swung his sword and pointed it diagonally at the ground, wondering if it was considered a starting gesture.

"The name of the sword is Death Omen Star, and my name is Leng Jingliu.

Ming Feizhen stretched out his foot and kicked, and a long dead wood branch flew into his hand.

"The knife is a dead branch, and I am a passerby."

The corners of his mouth curved into a wild smile.

"Can I fight?"

There was some kind of uneasy stirring in the air, as if silence and tranquility were escaping from here on their own initiative.

But seeing the shadow like swirling clouds, he didn't even hear the sound of the wind in his robe, and the white figure had disappeared.

The horizon suddenly split into two parts - the feeling of the night being split into two - time came into my mind in a very clear way. Even though he knew it was impossible, the air flow, skin contact, ear sounds and even the feeling in his heart all provided strong evidence.

There was a dry explosion on the land in the distance, and a huge pit sank in the ground. If it weren't for the long hair with a hint of blue under the moonlight, how could we know that Ming Feizhen was forced to retreat like this between moves. Listening to the explosive momentum, one can imagine how urgent it was to retreat.

Under the desolate moonlight, Lengjingliu is still Lengjingliu, and the night forest is still the night forest. Nothing has been cut.

At this time, a soft patter came, like raindrops on the ground. The color is bright red, and what falls is blood. After connecting it with Ming Feizhen's torn left shoulder, he understood what happened - the speed of the two was so unbelievable that they were separated for a long time before answering.

What a terrifying swordsmanship!

Hua Feihua, who was watching from a distance, didn't even see him take action. She only knew that Ming Feizhen was gone on the spot, leaving only hot blood on the ground.

The expression of the young man in black has not changed, and even his posture is still exactly the same. There wasn't even the slightest evidence that he had taken action.

Hua Feihua's scalp was numb.

No, this person is too dangerous! We need to wait for Zhuo Daxia to wake up.

Before Hua Feihua could say anything to persuade him, Leng Jingliu suddenly raised his sword across his chest. The next moment, the white-haired boy descended from the air, stepped on the sword with both feet, and with a fearless smile on his face, stabbed the opponent's head with the wooden branch in his right hand.

The moves have no merit at all, and the force of the wind is so strong that people cannot believe it.

There is indeed no need to worry about Hua Feihua. Leng Jingliu's strength was clear to Ming Feizhen the first time he saw him.

Although he was young, he had the eyes of a swordsman. That was the figure of a true swordsman who was looking for the sword wholeheartedly and put aside the rest.

Leng Jingliu suddenly disappeared right in front of Mu Zhi. He didn't see how the pitch-black sword edge circled, and the shadow of the sword swallowing up the light had already scratched the dead tree branches.

Hearing a dull sound, he saw fists and swords intersecting. Ming Feizhen's left arm caught the traceless sword path at some point, and left a punch on the vicious black shadow.

The long sword tilted back, like a fish swimming in the water.

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This time the trajectory is much clearer.

It's not that the speed has slowed down due to the impact of the heavy blow, it's just that this sword is what it is. Leng Jingliu's sword slid away from Ming Feizhen's fist wind, as if it was alive. No matter that it was not a real offensive, he just aimed his sword at the enemy's head.

Only Ming Fei really knew that Leng Jingliu's sword did not avoid it, but cut through the fist wind, which was as thick as an iron barrel. His sword was always going straight forward, as if he didn't know where to turn.

Just like that, he stabbed the white-haired boy. The sword is long and the fist is short. This is not a gamble on life, but a subtle move to ensure victory.

Ming Fei was really unhurried, and before the sky fell to the ground, he turned around with his hand and slapped the sword with his backhand.

The two of them each took three steps back.

The only spectators at the scene were Hua Feihua and the four people whose air pockets were sealed in the carriage, so there was no voice and a dead silence.

The two teenagers each let out a long breath.

Ming Feizhen turned his head and looked at the back of his left hand. There was a sword mark on it, with bloody traces and deep bones visible. This means that although his Tai Chi magic can intercept the opponent's sword path, it cannot completely suppress it. Otherwise, there should be no harm at all.

But that sword was just a scratch.

There are few swords in the world that can break through his protective energy so easily.

"There's something weird about your sword. It seems like it can't cut anything without it."

The blood beads were like overripe grapes, emitting a unique scent at the moment of bursting, stimulating the warrior's growing fighting spirit.

But this time, the owner of the blood was not Ming Feizhen.

There are people in the world who can take Ming Feizhen's punch without paying any price, but Leng Jingliu is not one of them.

The blood dripping from his front condensed on the ground one after another. Leng Jingliu lightly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, as if nothing happened. It was as if the injury and vomiting blood just now were an illusion.

"It's not that I didn't keep cutting things, it just happened that I broke things when I cut them."

Ming Feizhen smiled and said: "That's 'black steel', right?"

Leng Jingliu didn't seem interested in answering and said a few words lightly.

“Leave it to your imagination.

The young man holding the sword took a step forward.

"Throw away that toy in your hand, otherwise you're just looking for death."

Ming Feizhen deliberately flattered himself and said, "It's so obvious that you are taking advantage of me. Do you want me to fight you with bare hands?"

"what ever.

There was a "buzzing" sound, and the vibration of the steel plates dragging in the wind made the ears tired and the whole body felt weak.

The young swordsman came forward with his black sword and rushed forward with one arm. Qi Feng had already jumped into Ming Feizhen's arms.

Ming Feizhen used Tai Chi as a shield in his left hand and a dead wood branch in his right hand as a sword. He sealed it from the left and moved forward from the right. He was able to resist the sword.

Alarm bells ringing in my heart

The black shadows dispersed, as if the fog dispersed, but they were insubstantial.

At this time, a death omen star flashed on the white-haired boy's head.

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