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When Zhong Shaoyu arranges quietly, Xiao Chen and Mu Qingsong have reached the peak.

"Dead."

"Dead."

Almost at the same time, they let out a big drink and rushed out of each other.

Mu Qingsong's wrists are linked and several sword flowers are held in his long sword.

The sword flower suddenly turns to be urgent. It is like a wild dance in the pine forest, and the sword meaning of pine needles fills the sky.

The shadow of the sword is heavy and progressive. It kills Xiao Chen.

At a glance, it's so dense that you can't see how many sword shadows there are, let alone which sword shadow the real killing moves are hidden in.

Seeing such a scene, Zhong Shaoyu and others all stare.

People can really make such attacks, which are even more terrible than those seen in the movies and TV series.

Look at Xiao Chen, his feet suddenly force, like a cheetah.

Fist out, heaven and earth sounded a terrible sound roar.

Xiao Chen's one punch did not have too many flowery movements. It seemed that it was just a simple straight fist.

It's simple, direct, without any unnecessary action. It's going to hit thousands of swords directly.

Seeing Xiao Chen's move, Zhong Shaoyu and others look happy.

Mu Qingsong's attack is complex and mysterious, which makes people feel cold.

But Xiao Chen's attack is so simple. Who can't do straight fist.

Zhong Shaoyu and others are happy, but mu Qingsong's look hidden behind the shadow of the sword has become ugly.

Xiao Chen even dares to attack with straight fist, which is by no means that Xiao Chen can't play a good-looking move.

But Xiao Chen's martial arts attainments have a trace of returning to nature.

It is easy to simplify and difficult to simplify.

Only with such complicated attack moves can Mu Qingsong make his sword more powerful and maximize his attack.

But the fist meaning above Xiao Chen's fist made Mu Qingsong feel palpitation.

Xiao Chen has hidden the complicated fist moves in this fist, which turns decadent into magic.

It contains the power of terror.

But now, even though he knew that Xiao Chen was a little higher than himself in martial arts, Mu Qingsong had no way out.

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave win. At this time, we can't retreat, we can only fight.

Mu Qingsong's attack is more urgent and his sword shadow is more dense. He wants to avoid Xiao Chen's fist and take the key point of Xiao Chen.

Now Mu Qingsong doesn't dare to fight, even if he has a sword in his hand.

He knew that the power contained in Xiao Chen's fist was much more terrible than his own sword.

Once you fight, you have to die.

Now I can only hope that his sword shadow attack can confuse Xiao Chen's eyes.

Mu Qingsong knew that his chance of winning was by chance, not by storm.

Xiao Mu Chen doesn't want to change his mind.

Mu Qingsong with the benefit of long soldiers, once and his fist staggered, certainly can first hit himself.

How can Xiao Chen let Mu Qingsong's sword avoid his own attack.

Seeing that the attack of the two is about to meet, Xiao Chen's feet suddenly force, speed up again.

What!

Mu Qingsong saw Xiao Chen suddenly burst out of the speed, pupil fierce contraction.

Xiao Chen just retained his strength. In the face of Xiao Chen's sudden increase in speed, Mu Qingsong knew that he wanted to avoid Xiao Chen's attack again, which had become extravagant hope.

"Drink..."

At this time, Mu Qingsong can only burst out a huge roar, thousands of sword shadow instantly return to one.

Ten thousand swords belong to the clan. If the sword rushes to thunder, it stabs Xiao Chen's fist.

When thousands of sword shadows come to one place, Zhong Shaoyu and others set off a terrible wave in their hearts.

This mysterious attack can surely kill Xiao Chen on the spot.

Next, Xiao Chen will surely die.

When Zhong Shaoyu and others believe that Xiao Chen will be killed, Xiao Chen's fist and Mu Qingsong's long sword have collided.

They are fighting for strength and understanding of martial arts.

This is the intersection of fist and sword, and it is also the fight between fist and sword.

When two people's attacks collide with each other, the surging force suddenly erupts from the contact point.

Their strength was scattered and they were hunting in their clothes.

To the astonishment of Zhong Shaoyu and others, it is inexplicable that the long sword in Mu Qingsong's hands could not penetrate Xiao Chen's skin at all.

It's late. It's fast then.

When the two attack each other, they have already burst out the strongest strength.

The soft sword in Mu Qingsong's hand was tense in an instant and pushed forward fiercely.

The flesh of Xiao Chen's fist also erupts the strongest strength at this moment.

All of a sudden, a click came from the field.

When the broken sword appeared, everyone changed their faces.

It's impossible. Xiao Chen's fist broke Mu Qingsong's sword.How could that be possible.

Just when Zhong Shaoyu and others can't believe it, Xiao Chen, who breaks Mu Qingsong's sword with one blow, has already hit Mu Qingsong with cold eyes.

The sword in his hand is broken, and Mu Qingsong looks at the blow of Xiao Chen, and a wry smile appears at the corner of his mouth.

After nine years of hard training, he tried to get rid of his humiliation, but now he is no match for a younger generation.

He stood where he was and didn't do it again, because he knew that even if he did, it didn't make any sense.

He lost the war, and losing was life and death.

Hum

The strong wind blows, Mu Qingsong's eyes gaze at Xiao Chen.

At this time, Xiao Chen's fist stops in front of Mu Qingsong's face, and the terrible fist wind blows Mu Qingsong's hair.

Even the skin on Mu Qingsong's face was blown down a little bit.

If the blow is really real, Mu Qingsong's head will be smashed.

Mu Qingsong looked at his fist in front of his face and said in a cold voice: "evil king, you are very strong. Go ahead. If I frown, I am not mu Qingsong."

"Do it."

At this time, Zhong Shaoyu had already reacted, and Mu Qingsong was defeated.

Qingsong swordsman, Mu Qingsong is defeated by the evil king.

When Zhong Shaoyu whispered, the guards, who had been ready for a long time, directly pulled the trigger in their hands.

The dense bullets hit Xiao Chen and Mu Qingsong in the field.

"Rats." A cold drink from Mu Qingsong's mouth.

The cold voice fell, Mu Qingsong's wrist shook, and the sword shadow appeared again.

Jingling, jingling and jingling, screams come and go.

Zhong Shaoyu, who was hiding in the distance, was struck by lightning. Only now did he understand the horror of the strong.

Mu Qingsong even used a broken sword to shoot all the bullets out. Not only that, many guards were killed on the spot by the bullets returned.

When Shaoyu looks at the screen secretly, it makes the guard calm.

At a glance, his legs softened and he sat on the ground.

I saw that their own guards had fallen to the ground, and there was a terrible wound on their necks.

After all this, Mu Qingsong doesn't look at Zhong Shaoyu. He goes to Xiao Chen.

"Do it."

When Mu Qingsong wins, he can also lose. Xiao Chen wins him. What he gambles about is his life. If he loses, it is his life.

Xiao Chen stares at Mu Qingsong and says, "Chinese martial arts are highly respected people. You are Mu Qingsong. You can be a swordsman."

Mu Qingsong said in a cold voice: "evil king, you don't need to humiliate me here."