Miss Third: Secret Service Concubine

The two powerful auras collided invisible in the air. After the two collided, there was not much sound, as if two balls of cotton collided together.

If you are careful, you will definitely notice that Miao Gaofeng took a small step back.

Holding the Tiantian Sword, Miao Gaofeng's already deeply fearful eyes became more serious.

Fentian sword was stabbed obliquely into the ground, the robe was blowing without wind, and Miao Gaofeng's eyes were shining brightly.

Moving his white bearded lips, Miao Gaofeng said: "Not bad, you have strength."

After all, his figure flashed, and afterimages appeared in the air.

Not long after, Miao Gaofeng suddenly struck Yi Gucheng with the Fentian Sword from top to bottom. When the Fentian Sword struck down sharply, there were bursts of flames, which looked illusory and beautiful.

The picture at this time is beautiful, a kind of tranquil and peaceful beauty.

But everyone knows that this tranquility is followed by unpredictable storms.

The scene on the arena seems to be frozen at this moment... The white-haired old man, dressed in snow like a fairy, with the Tiantian Sword in his hand, slashed at a man dressed in black like a Shura...

Yi Gucheng is dressed in black, and the waves in his eyes are calm, like a calm sea. When it is quiet, the surface of the sea is in a straight line, but when it is not quiet, it is a stormy sea.

The skeletal right hand suddenly lifted up, and the red fireworks of Fistian Sword burned in Yi Gucheng's eyes, reflecting the abyss-like pupils with a touch of coquettishness and charm.

The index finger and middle finger quickly picked up the Fentian sword that was slashing straight at him. The fireworks on Fentianjian's body burned on his fingers, but they could only freeze on his two fingers.

Frowning, Miao Gaofeng hung up in the air, holding the Fentian Sword tightly with both hands, but the tip of the Fentian Sword was pinched between Yi Gucheng's two fingers.

No matter how Miao Gaofeng tried his best, Fentian Sword seemed to be frozen in Yi Gucheng's two fingers.

"That's all?"

Looking up at Miao Gaofeng as if casually, Yi Gucheng twitched his lips.

Yi Gucheng lowered his eyes to look at his index finger and middle finger that were burned by the flames of Fentian Sword.Seeing his unchanging face, it seemed that the flame burned him without pain or itching.

Miao Gaofeng frowned, the bones in the hand holding the Fentian sword stood out.

Even if he exerted all his breastfeeding strength, the Fentian sword was still frozen in Yi Gucheng's hand, motionless.

Then he looked at Yi Gucheng's relaxed look, and finally a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.

With just two fingers, he was able to block his Tianfen Sword, Yun Tianda ~ there is no such powerful person on the mainland, right?

Yi Gucheng suddenly pulled Fentian Sword towards him, and the sharp light in his eyes was revealed.

The long black hair suddenly rose, and at this moment he looked more like a Shura.

With such a gentle pull, Fentianjian and Miao Gaofeng were pulled over by him.

With a slight tap of the soles of the feet, the body seems to be rising lightly, but the speed can be said to be lightning.

Let go of the Fentian Sword with his fingers, and Yi Gucheng's hands instantly became extremely black.

Ling Kong took a few steps forward, and Yi Gucheng rushed forward to grab Miao Gaofeng's shoulders, his eyes fixed, and his hands strengthened.

With two "click" sounds, Miao Gaofeng's two arms were removed.

The arm was removed, and Miao Gaofeng was also unable to grasp the Fentian Sword, which fell from his withered hand to the ground.

Looking at Yi Gucheng in horror, he saw that terrifying fierce light burst out from Yi Gucheng's eyes, just like a gambler...