Chapter 52 What can I do

Nangong Zhai looked at Nangong Zhai unwillingly and said, "Why? "What do you say?"

Nangong Pavilion, which has always been on the ground, slowly stood up with the help of Fan Lang. Everyone felt particularly horrible to see the blood on his face, even if the blood was from the opponent.

Nangong Xinwei pulled out her handkerchief and wiped it gently. Tears on her face couldn't help rolling down, which made Fan Lang not know how to comfort her.

"When I ran away with my sister, I knew that she was pregnant. My sister and I would like to decide to fly away. At that time, you had been arrested and imprisoned. I was afraid that the girl could not bear the accusations of others and didn't tell you that she came to Salt Lake City and threw herself under the door of the lonely master until her death. My sister and I didn't set foot on the world. Later, when I heard that you were not dead, I was looking for you to imagine that it was on today's occasion. Meet..." Nangong Pavilion wanted to talk and stop. At this time, he couldn't see Nangong Zhai's hateful look at all.

"Why? Why..." The knife in Nangong Zhai's hand suddenly fell.

A wave of palm wind hit Nangong Zhai heavily. For a moment, Nangong Zhai fell horizontally and fell on the slate.

The light of the defeated moon sword dissipated and stopped Xiao Tongren.

"Why not? You have lost the value of use, and you will definitely die!" Xiao Tongren shouted, his eyes were full of hatred and disappointment.

"I, Nangong Zhai, vowed to be loyal to Pingwumen for more than ten years, but it was such a reward. If I hadn't met my eldest brother Nangong Pavilion today, I would have been a member of the Nangong family. Today, when I woke up from my dream, the first thing I had to take the dog life of your fellow Xiao." Nangong Zhai got up and his mouth was covered with blood, and his eyes were still as vicious as just now.

"How dare you!" Xiao Tongren showed his two short sticks. He roared, floated up like feathers, and hit Nangong Zhai with a stick.

Fan Lang snorted coldly, and his sword body trembled. One sword turned into two swords, and the two swords turned into four sword shadows, stabbing Xiao Tongren's eyebrows, left and right shoulder blades, and the key points of the four martial artists in the abdomen.

Two short sticks are separated like two rotating fans.

"Hoho!"

Two sounds of strength and light contact with the blade.

It's time for Nangong Zhai to take advantage of the roar of seven or eight swords when Fan Lang and Xiao Tongren retreated.

Xiao Tongren turned around and trembled and stood behind Nangong Zhai. Nangong Zhai just hit with all his strength. Unexpectedly, he avoided the scattered palm knife so easily.

Fan Lang roared at his feet: "Be careful!" The four sword shadows turned into eight, trying to stop the boxing wind that Xiao Tongren hit Nangong Zhai.

But it's too late, and the burden is in an instant. Xiao Tongren couldn't dodge and fell to the ground and slid to the ground, leaving trace of blood on the board. The whole chest exploded. Xiao Tongren turned over and pulled the stick to block the eight magical swords.

Nang Zhai slipped and stopped, and he stretched out his hand with great pain and difficulty: "Xinwei..."

Nangongting, who had just opened his eyes, saw his brother lying in the pool of blood: "Second brother!"

"Brother, I'm sorry..."

"No, it's my fault. I made you suffer. All the causes and consequences are caused by me." Nangong Pavilion held his outstretched hand with tears!

"Xinwei, let Dad see you again..."

Everyone was overwhelmed and didn't pay much attention to them. Fan Lang's defeated moon sword was really shocking and amazing.

Thinking that when he was in Qingcheng, Zhang Chengfeng and his brother's defeated moon swordsmanship at that time were vivid. Xiao Tongren could not fight against the three people at the same time, but he ran away.

At present, under Xiao Tongren's haunting figure, Fan Lang's left fist with hatred and holding the sword suddenly hit him, met Xiao Tongren's short stick. The defeated moon sword turned to the right, turned into sixteen sword shadows from the eight swords, and shot with all his strength.

"Peng!"

The swords intersect.

Fan Lang's whole body was shocked, but he was still outstanding, and the sword was not scattered at all.

Xiao Tongren snorted, floated up like a feather, stepped on the road and said condescendingly, "Today is our second fight. It's not until now that I really understand the wonderfulness of the moon swordsmanship. Next, I will let you have no power to fight back!"

Everyone was shocked!

"Real?" At this time, the defeated moon sword flashed and shook up, and Xiao Tongren was full of sword shadows in front of him.

With a wild laugh, "You're going to die!"

Fan Lang urged the sword and stepped up to kill. His defeated moon swordsmanship, as its name, is as the name, lies in the virtual reality, which makes everyone unpredictable and scared!

A flash of cold light.

A strong light broke through the air in front of my eyes. First, a little starlight and internal bubbles burst in front of Fan Lang, and then turned into a growing light, and the amazing sharpness of the pressure hit the moon sword.

Fan Lang has been as panicked as this moment all his life. He also took advantage of the chaos of the sword and immediately withdrew his sword. Sixteen sword shadows turned back to eight to protect his body.

But when he took a small step back, the fist wind flashed again, drew a cross in the void, embedded in the center of his eight sword shadows, and completely blocked his sword posture.

Diao Fanlang continued to push back, and a sword shadow turned into four paths, protecting the front chest and face door.

A little more fine light burst in the middle of the cross and ran out to his throat. This was Fan Lang's full step, which showed how fast the opponent's fist strength was.

Fan Lang wants to go back to the sword to block it.

Fast and unfast growth, angle change, straight to the door.

Fan Lang never dreamed that the other party's boxing style was so exquisite. At this time, the skill of learning sword for many years appeared, and he shrank his hand and forced the hilt of the sword on the tip of this deadly sword.

"Dang!"

A metal sound shocked the whole audience. Fan Lang retreated more than ten steps back like a broken kite and retreated straight to the center of the venue.

Fan Langqing seemed to stand firm, suddenly shook again, and pushed half a step more. His innocent face skipped a burst of red clouds, took a deep breath, and his face turned pale, but there was no trace of color than before.

Hundreds of people present dared to take a breath.

Xiao Tongren flew down, and Fan Lang clenched the defeated moon sword and was ready to fight to death.

A figure passed by. Nangong Pavilion broke through the air with the hammer of fame.

"Rumble"

Nangong Pavilion falls in a straight line.

"Dad" Nangong Xinwei broke away from her own father Nangong Zhai's hand and twisted her delicate pink coat and floated away. Fan Lang grabbed the front and intercepted the Nangong Pavilion and staggered for a long time before standing. It can be concluded that the internal power consumption of the two is extremely large, and it seems to have come to an end.

On the contrary, Xiao Tongren was just a little fairyly slowing in Gaoya. For a moment, hundreds of people were shocked and quietly voted to Xiao Tongren's only admiration!

"I will either hand over the defeated moon sword, or choose to die together!" Xiao Tongren's shouts from high shook the valley.

Chongchi on one side naturally heard it. This "Shoushan Sand Castle" carved tiger and leopard have been crawling around the world for more than 30 years, which is not so easy to deal with. It seems that the battle for defeating the moon sword is not so easy!