Martial Arts: Start from Getting Xiao Li Fei Dao

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His eyes fell on Xue Bing.

"You have to compete with swords. Now, if others use force and consume your strength, if you lose, you will feel very uncomfortable. Li Feng, let's go and don't go to Sikong Zhaixing."

Xue Bing said in a low voice.

"Little Li's flying knife is nothing but false hahaha, I laughed so hard, do you think I can't escape your flying knife?"

Sikong Zhaixing's figure jumped up and down in the room, dodging, flying over the eaves and walls.

"Sikong Zhaixing, don't be ridiculous."

Lu Xiaofeng was lower than Lu Xiaofeng and felt that Sikong Zhaixing was right.

Li Feng took out a flying knife.

Under the bright sunlight, the flying knife emits a bright and dazzling light.

Everyone's eyes fell on Li Feng at the same time.

"Come, come, can you hit me? Can you hit me?"

"It's really looking for death."

Li Xun Huan knew very well how strong the eldest brother's flying knife was.

Aunt Gongsun secretly shook her head.

Lu XiaoFeng sighed, "Brother Li, why are you doing this, Sikong Zhaixing, let's stop fighting."

'Come... catch... I... ah..."

Accompanied by a stubborn and unyielding voice, the voice stopped abruptly, and the flying knife had already shot without knowing it.

The flying knife pierced Sikong Zhaixing's neck.

Ye Gucheng stared suddenly.

The wooden Daoist's face was extremely unnatural.

None of them saw how the flying knife shot.

0 Sikong Zhaixing has been flickering with the dynamic of high-speed reaction.

But now... he was dead, and the cold body fell from the eaves.

A flying knife passed through Sikong Zhaixing's neck and landed on the beam of the house beside him.

Sun Xiuqing looked at the boy in white in disbelief.

He was dressed in white, his face was indifferent, he gently and elegantly raised the jug and drank it.

Why keep drinking.

Because whether it is the flying knife, the inner strength of the true meaning of the flying knife, or the subduing dragon, it requires a large amount of alcohol and a lot of power, but drinking can increase the amount of alcohol.

Silently, a corpse was already lying on the ground...

Daoist Wood laughed himself, and the light at that moment was always so dazzling.

"I heard that your Qinggong is the best in the world"

After Li Feng finished killing people, he looked at the corpse on the ground coldly, even Chu Liuxiang couldn't escape, it was a joke that you, Sikong Zhaixing, could escape.

"No wonder many people want to witness the power of Xiao Li Feidao, but they are all dead."

Wood Daoist is finally able to talk to people normally.

"Sikong Zhaixing!"

Lu XiaoFeng fell to her knees on the ground, her eyes were sad and her expression painful.

"Good flying knife."

Ye Gucheng's cold voice resounded, his heart was hot, he just felt that he suddenly wanted to see the power of this little Li Fei Dao.

"It's just a little Li flying knife, it's nothing special."

Li Feng spread his hands, took a sip of wine with a calm expression, and glanced at the sunset in the distance.

Everyone looked at Li Feng in front of him in fear, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Sikong Zhaixing!!"

Lu XiaoFeng shouted loudly, "Who will save him, save my friend."

Lu XiaoFeng asked for help.