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"It's a little kung fu." The man of the foreign race smiled indifferently, "But I hate it when people look down on me."

As soon as the man backhanded, the entire arrow flew back in the opposite direction!The momentum is overwhelming!

There is no bow, nor anything, this kind of power can be brought out with only hands, even Mo Chen has no time to resist, and an arrow pierces through the left shoulder blade.

Mo Chen is a left-handed bow, so his attack power is basically useless now.With Long Yin in hand, it would be unwise to fight recklessly now, not to mention that Cheng Dieyi was still beside him, which might cause even greater casualties.

Just when Mo Chen was hesitating whether to fight back, he saw a wind blade passing by next to him. The man of the foreign race seemed to be taken aback, turned sideways, and a strand of hair was cut off.

Mo Zhanfeng dragged the big sword on the ground with his right hand. He looked very embarrassed, but he still seemed to be ready to start the next attack.Mo Zhanfeng is not like a normal person at all, he is more like a fighting machine, chasing unwarranted power.

It is still difficult for a person with cheats to control his emotions while holding a killing sword, let alone this is his first time using a killing sword.Killing the sword out of its sheath, and not giving up without seeing blood, unless the person with the sword breaks free from the sword demon's control, but how is this possible?People who have had this kind of power will never be willing to give up this kind of strength.

"Very well, you are a little better than I thought, heartless person." The man of the foreign race looked at Mo Zhanfeng playfully, as if looking at another dead thing, "It's no wonder you can come in here."

"But your luck ends here."

The man moves.

No one saw how he moved.

Just the next second, Mo Zhanfeng was already lying on the ground, with Longyin stuck on his right shoulder.

"It's really not easy to escape my blow to this extent." The man of the foreign race mercilessly pulled out the Longyin sword from Mo Zhanfeng, and drew it on his chin, "However, at such a short distance you Not so lucky."

Mo Zhanfeng moved his right hand, and was kicked out by the man of the foreign race without hesitation. He flew out with his killing sword and hit the wall, spit out a mouthful of black blood again.

The man of the foreign race walked over, looked at his hand that was clenched tightly to Killing Sword, stepped on it fiercely, and said, "Do you still think that you can control Killing Sword with this virtue?"

"Zhanfeng!" Cheng Dieyi ran out in a hurry, so fast that Mo Chen couldn't react.

The man of the foreign race felt cold at his feet, and took advantage of the situation to hide, while Cheng Dieyi stared at him fiercely with a dagger in his hand.The foreign man looked very surprised, as if he didn't understand why Cheng Dieyi attacked him.

Cheng Dieyi almost jumped out, fell to the floor and hugged Mo Zhanfeng's body, Mo Zhanfeng shook off his hand, and was still trying to get up and attack.

Those who hold the killing sword will never die.

Cheng Dieyi broke away Mo Zhanfeng's hand, put Shajian aside, hugged his head and cried, tears spilled on his face, unable to utter a word.For the first time, he hated himself for being weak. He couldn't defend Mo Zhanfeng if he didn't know martial arts. At this time, he could only hide behind others, watching the person he liked step by step towards hell but he couldn't stop him.

He remembered that when he was young, he would be taught a lesson if something went wrong, and he has learned to be well-behaved since then.It was a kind of avoidance that had become a physiological reaction, avoiding danger and bad luck.No, not avoidance, but fear.Life is too hard, and he is afraid that if he is not careful, he will become a sacrifice in other people's lives. No one cares about their lives, what they care about is whether they can make them live comfortably.

Mo Zhanfeng was writhing in Cheng Dieyi's arms, but his strength was very weak. If it wasn't for his high level, thick blood, and good internal strength, he would have died if he slashed twice with the killing sword.

Cheng Dieyi held the cold iron dagger Yin in his hand. He put Mo Zhanfeng on the ground, stood up and looked at the foreign man: "If you want to kill him, just step over my corpse."

Cheng Dieyi was very scared, he was even shaking, but his right hand was still holding the dagger tightly, forcing himself to look at the person opposite.I have never felt like this before, when Master Guan was beating Duan Xiaolou, he didn't even dare to rush up to stop him, but now he is standing in front of this person, even he himself finds it inconceivable.He loves this person, if he dies today, then what is the point of his life.

"You're afraid." The foreign man frowned, "Why are you standing in front of him?"

Cheng Dieyi trembled, didn't speak, and didn't move away.

"He is clearly a heartless man, he doesn't want you anymore, why do you still want to save him?" The foreign man couldn't understand Cheng Dieyi's behavior, "Isn't it just right for me to kill him for you?"

"You're talking nonsense!" Cheng Dieyi was trembling with anger, "If you hadn't given him a killing sword, he wouldn't have become like this! He loves me!"

"Anyone who can hold the killing sword is a person who pursues power. If he has no desire in his heart, he will not be controlled by the killing sword." The man said indifferently, just stating the facts, "If he throws you away, it proves that you are He has no strength in his heart that matters."

"I... I don't believe it!" Cheng Dieyi stood in front stubbornly.

"When the killing sword is bleeding out of its sheath, the desire to kill will not stop if the murderous aura is still there. You have already seen it. I don't need to lie to you." Explaining to Cheng Dieyi very patiently, the emotional changes are not like a person at all, "He doesn't have you in his heart."

Cheng Dieyi turned his head to look at the man behind him. The man crawling on the ground in a state of distress was not at all the same as the usual calm and calm. The man's hand was still trying to reach the killing sword, as if the only killing sword belonged to him Only, everything else is a hindrance.

"All he can sense is my strength, and he will attack me. And you, the obstacle between us, once he gets the killing sword, he will pass through your chest without hesitation to clear the obstacle. Reach the ultimate goal." The man of the foreign race looked at Cheng Dieyi with pity, "Aren't you getting out of the way? You will die."

"If I get out of the way, will you spare his life?" Cheng Dieyi suddenly asked calmly.

The man of the foreign race looked at him differently, and frowned: "No, he deserves to die. All the heartless people in the world deserve to die."

"Then I won't get out of the way." Cheng Dieyi looked at him calmly, the hand holding the sword didn't even shake, and just looked at him quietly.

"Why? He will kill you." The man of the foreign race felt that the frail man standing in front of him was really stupid, and he even gave up his life to delay time for a heartless lover, and this weak lover might even die Kill him mercilessly the next moment.

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