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"Okay, okay, okay. In this case, boy, I will fulfill you, you go to death"!

The old man's anger could no longer be tolerated, his eyes were red, his whole body was trembling slightly, and he was scolded by a junior as an instigator. He was already angry and rushed to the crown. His mind wanted to kill Feng Chen to relieve the hatred of his heart. Xiu Wei, what Feng Chen's door has long been left behind.

Suddenly, the old man's eyes suddenly became gloomy. I saw the old man's feet glared, and the whole man rose into the air, his hands became claw-shaped, his arms were straight, his face was savage, and he flew towards Fengchen!

The old man's hands took the dust-covered heavenly spirit and covered it!

This trick is extremely overbearing. If this claw is caught, ordinary people will have to hang up on the spot! It can be seen that the old man's fierceness and spite, to dust and death.

"Let's go ... let's go!" I saw a white shadow flash.

"Snapped!"

At the moment when the old man Li Deqing fantasized about excitement, he only felt a sudden pain in the back of his head, as if something had been filmed, and then the brain was "humming" all of a sudden, and then he was given from the air. It was filmed and landed on the ground!

The old man Li Deqing's eyes widened in pain and horror, and he felt the pain in the back of his head. At this moment, he realized that Feng Chen hadn't moved at all, and he was still in the original position, except that Feng Chen had more on his shoulders. A white thing like a dog.

Feng Chen hasn't moved the position, that is to say, it was definitely not Feng Chen that was photographed just now. Was he just photographed by the beast of that beast. Just thinking of the old man here was a convulsion. This idea was rejected.

"Can you fight? Can you be happier? Lao Tzu is standing here waiting for you to fight. Your mother is like a girl. You wo n’t have a chance without waiting for me." Feng Chen looked at some The tormented old man was a little impatient.

The old man slowly stood up, his eyes were cold, opened his robe, pulled out the long sword hidden in the coat, revealing a faint cold light, and said with vigor in his mouth:

"This sword is 2 feet and 1 inch long. It is cast from black iron, named Longquan, and died under this sword.

After the old man's voice fell, holding a sword and stepping on a light footwork, Feng Feng struck.

With the movement of the old man, the long sword made a buzzing sound, and the point of the sword pointed at Feng Chen's chest.

Looking at the rushing old man, Feng Chen had a faint smile on his face, but he didn't worry at all. In his eyes, the old man could not toss any more, and suddenly felt the beast on the shoulders agitated.

Feng Chen immediately tilted her head to one side and stared at Xiaobai with a glaring look: "Dead dog, this time don't **** him and grab me again, let me have fun"!

"Let's go ... let's go!"

With tears in his eyes, Xiaobai seemed to have suffered a great deal of grievances, which strongly expressed his dissatisfaction. The two little front paws were snarling at Feng Chen, and it seemed to Feng Chen. Please.

Feng Chen was speechless for a while, reached out and patted the little man's front paw, and whispered: Next time, next time, you must play enough.

After talking about Feng Chen, he turned his head, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and looked at the old man with a slight mockery.

"The eagle worms have a little skill and dare to show it off. The old face is so thick that it doesn't hurt at all."

Feng Chen looked at the old man holding the sword and sneered, his right hand slowly extended, his **** and forefinger were juxtaposed, and in a blink of an eye, the sword was trapped by the sealing dust between the middle and forefinger fingertips. No matter how hard I tried, the sword couldn't move.

Looking at the old man in front of him, there was a smile, which was undoubtedly as spooky as the old man.

However, Feng Chen wasn't finished. He gently touched his left hand to the old man, and the old man immediately felt wrong, and his body suddenly became several times heavier.

The old man was astonished in his heart. Is there such a Taoism in the world? What is this martial art? For many years, he has never heard such strange Taoism or such martial arts.

"Uncle, let me teach you, what is a sword, what is a sword"! After Feng Chen's words fell, the old man's sword fell into Feng Chen's hands.

The old man also dared not neglect, with his toes a little bit, and his body kept retreating rapidly. Now he had to raise his whole body's attention to face the dust.

Two successive moves are in a disadvantageous position, in a weak position. On the other hand, they are sealed, and their faces are not red and heartbeat.

Intuition tells him that sealing dust is not simple. He can't measure the extent to which it is so powerful. The feeling to him is that sealing dust is unfathomable, just like a mountain, and the majesty is unattainable. Compared with his uncle, Feng Chen seems to be better.

Feng Chen was holding a long sword in his right hand. With the strength of her wrist, she pulled out a few sword flowers, which looked good.

Then the sword crossed his chest, and his left hand was brushed lightly. The sword seemed to have a buzzing sound of "灵" in spirit, in response to Feng Chen.

Looking at the misty sword in Feng Chen's hand, the old man's heart was slightly cold, and the sweat beads on his forehead continued to fall. At this moment, he resigned, this was a sword technique he had never seen before, which completely exceeded his knowledge.

He didn't pay much attention to Feng Chen before, because Feng Chen was too young and there was no threat to him, but now he found that Feng Chen was wrong, and Feng Chen was not like he knew.

What's more, Fengchen and Guihungu are the deadly and endless ones. Thinking of this, his eyes were cold, and his killing heart was once again confirmed. If Fengchen is not killed today, it will definitely be a disaster in the future, and my heart will have a decision.

Feng Chen's right hand was slowly raised, a trace of real element was poured into the sword, and the sword light of the sword body continued to be swallowed. Feng Chen waved the sword and stroked it to the left and right.

After the pass, Feng Chen inserted the sword into the ground, holding his hands on the hilt of the sword, watching the old man in a theater.

After the two swords were released, if they were absent, they seemed to disappear from time to time, and the two swords were visible to the old man.

The old man, Li Deqing, suddenly felt a chill, which caused him to fight a cold war. The old man no longer hesitated, and fully promoted the vitality in his body. The three layers of cultivation power during the refining period were all released. No matter how he avoided, Dao Jian was biting angrily.

Suddenly, the two swords changed their directions and went straight to the old man's door.

Then the old man felt a cold in his head.

Not good, the old man screamed secretly, reached out and carefully touched his forehead. This touch didn't matter. The old man was directly angry. The so-called gentleman can't be humiliated. The angry old man gritted his teeth.

Shame, this is a naked shame. Obviously this is Feng Chen's intention. The two sword qi directly shaved the old man's forehead, just like a monk.