Chapter 72 The Beggar has a flute and sword rain

No one dares to take action in the field.

"Huo! Huo!"

The five evils snorted.

The iron flute beggar shook his body, retreated half a step, and unexpectedly blocked the five-shake's consecutive ten strikes.

Everyone is not surprised by the strength of the old beggar. It should be strange that he is not so strong in martial arts.

Duan Zhantian snorted coldly, his hands were full of claws, and he grabbed the old beggar.

At this moment, the wind came.

Five figures rushed down from all sides, and five long guns hit the old beggar directly.

The old beggar sighed in his heart that he was indeed a well-trained elite teacher who came to besiege him this time and knew the way of joint attack, because if too many people jumped down, the situation would be complicated, and his iron flute beggar could fish cheaply, but Duan Zhantian just sewed every flaw behind him and exerted his greatest strength.

Duan Zhantian was hit by the iron flute beggar. Although he was stubborn and did not retreat, his blood was already churning. The recovered knife could no longer take the initiative and wanted to turn the attack into defense. In front of him was the flute shadow of the iron flute beggar.

He is one of the four commanders. Although he is one of the few strange iron flute beggars in the world, he is still in danger. He shouted loudly and cut it out with a knife. What he took was not the hand of the iron flute beggar, but the forehead of the iron flute beggar, which seemed to be the same end. In fact, he did not know how much later it was. The iron flute beggar was not fooled. He attracted five evil baby guns to block Duan Zhantian's sword. For a while, it was not easy for Zhantian to come out again, and he had to admire the iron flute beggar in his heart.

Although Wusha is rough in appearance, he does not know that Gang is masculine and domineering, contrary to Duan Zhantian's feminine and delicate way.

Duan Zhantian's sword pointed burst into a sword flower, protected him, and sealed all the retreats of the iron flute beggar.

With five evils, one attack and one defense, the cooperation is seamless.

In desperation, the iron flute made a buzzing sound again, trying to disturb the other party's internal strength and routine.

"The internal force seals the door!" Duan Zhantian shouted again.

Hearing that the iron flute beggar no longer gave Wus a chance to breathe. His body was not stagnant, and flashed a few flashes at an imperceptible speed, cut into the middle of the four people, pointed left and right to both sides at the same time, and was shot in the red gun.

In the later Fang Duan Zhantian's heart, the strength shown by the iron flute beggar

, unexpectedly, he estimated not to be under him. While thinking about it, he saw the iron flute flooding, which turned out to be

Countless iron flutes held in his hand.

"Hang!" Duan Zhantian is unwilling.

Everyone's eyes lit up, with the sword in their hands, waiting for them to see

When it is clearer, the sword light has flashed in every space on the field. No one can imagine the real situation after the sword came out; it is so exciting and beautiful. At the previous moment, it was still an ordinary world, but at this moment, the whole world has been promoted to the realm of fantasy. The cyclone, which is as small as raindrops, blooms like flowers with the sword rain that seems to be living elves.

The iron flute beggar who has the ability to take down the five evils at one stroke can only stop it with all his strength when he sees that Duan Zhantian's swordsmanship is so high and dares not be careless.

The world's martial arts skills are only firm and unhurt, but fast and unbreakable.

No one can see their routine clearly!

The strong wind in the boudoir blocked the threshold and stared at the woman coldly.

"Are you?" Xiongfeng asked angrily! He couldn't imagine that the most terrible thing in the world was not the sword and 20 poisonous beauties. This man was so beautiful that he could completely fascinate a man until he couldn't stop.

At this time, the charming girl put on her clothes and was dressed in a lake silk brocade skirt. Wearing a plain yellow shoulder embroidery on his shoulder, he came over thoughtfully, moved to the guqin, stretched out his finger and gently pressed the strings. Ding pressed a clear overtone of the bell of the deep mountain Zen temple for a long time before moving to the window, looking out and sighing faintly.

Xiong Feng couldn't help but feel numb when he remembered the right scene, even if his face was facing thousands of troops. It's easier to deal with this embarrassing scene than face.

"I don't have time to be elegant with you! Who are you? Why did you kill Gang Chen? What the hell is the plan?" Xiongfeng still asked.

The charming woman whispered, "The wind, dust and fragrant flowers have faded, and she is tired of combing her hair day and night. Things are things that don't matter, and tears flow first. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to ride a canoe. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi can't carry a lot of worries.

Xiongfeng naturally knew that the charming woman was reciting one of the words. Although he could fully grasp the meaning of the words, he could not hear the charming woman full of sadness and dispel it, which was full of loss and sadness.

Xiong Feng thought to himself, "Isn't it to trick the beauty? Drink, you are far worse than Xiaorou and Ice!"

"I'm your enemy!" The woman's topic suddenly changed.

"Haha, I have a lot of enemies. I dare to ask where you are."

"Haha, you are so forgetful. In the bamboo forest, you killed my husband's child unyielding, threw me into the woods and lit my acupuncture point and let me sleep for three hours!"

He was shocked when he heard the words. He turned around and saw Zhou Qian. Xiong Feng couldn't figure out why Gang Chen stayed with this woman for a night. This is not... Xiong Feng suddenly said, "Now you can't take revenge! Your husband will not feel at ease if you avenge him as soon as you did so!" After saying that, Xiongfeng turned around and left!

"Xiongfeng!" Zhou Qian hugged him, her chest pressed against Xiongfeng's back, and said with tears on her face, "You are the most touching man I have ever met. Tong and I are unyielding. How can I kill the person I like for the person I hate!"

Although Xiongfeng heard very clearly that Zhou Qian was spitting hot air in her ear and choking bitterly, he also felt the arrival of his back. But when he saw this woman kill Gang Chen, he lost confidence in the women all over the world. Of course, Tang Xiaorou and Qiu Bingbing were outside.

Xiongfeng doesn't want to pester her anymore! He pushed her away and rushed out of the door.

Everyone has their own strategy off the court. Maybe after both Tiedi beggar and Pingwumen are injured, the situation will be different!

As soon as the sword came out, thousands of small cyclones that made people breathe and cut their skin hurt. They rushed to the head, making the iron flute beggar feel that the only way was to retreat, but the sword came so fast that there was no time to bounce up from the chair. The only thing he had to lean back, fall back, and then turn over the tile.

"You Mongolian boy are quite unexpected." The absence of the iron flute beggar is like a ruffian just now.

Five evils also jumped one after another, raised their guns to attack, and the iron flute beggar suddenly suddenly went from top to bottom, and the space difference between the top and bottom made Wu evils face the flute beggar's flute shadow and turned directly to the ground directly.

Xiong Feng came to see that Duan Zhantian had already met the iron flute beggar, and he couldn't help but be shocked. Is he going to take action again this time?

At this moment, Duan Zhantian was still calm and smiled, and his sword power expanded again and again.

No one can describe the cyclone that was beyond the beauty of the mortal world. It turned quiet, but the fine momentum has increased and expanded. Tens of millions of light points, the fountain burst out in front of Duan Zhantian, and the two particularly thick sword rains greeted the iron flute beggars in succession.

Xiongfeng has seen the wonderfulness of Fan Lang's swordsmanship by worshipping the moon, and also heard that Ling Cheng's swordsman is integrated, but no one's swordsmanship is so strange.

"Jingle!"

A series of dense sword flutes sounded.

"Peng!"

The light rain exploded again.

No one can see anything other than a little light and rain; no one can feel anything other than the chill of the cut body.

"Ding!" The iron flute in the hand of the iron flute god beggar suddenly increased several times. With the continuous buzzing, it is deafening.

Duan Zhantian's face became extremely painful and sword spirit jumped out with countless light spots. It seemed that it was not fast, but it happened to catch up with the giant flute waved by the iron flute beggar.

The "buzz" sword flute hit each other again.

A strong but irresistible force goes straight into the mouth of the flute

The meridians of Duan Zhantian's arm spread to the meridians of the whole body, and it feels like a person who has nowhere to work in the sea, covered by a huge wave. With a loud roar, Duan Zhantian flew away.

"I have never missed this move!" The iron flute beggar said seriously.

Duan Zhantian flew ten feet away, and he was shocked and painful. Wusha leaped and went to help Duan Zhantian up. His face turned red and he was almost ready to speak. It seemed that he had suffered a serious internal injury.

"When I find a way to crack the sound wave skill, I can kill you in three moves! You wait..."

Pingwumen retreated.

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