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What is different from the monstrous war next door is that the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant here, and it is peaceful and peaceful.

A cherry blossom tree stands there.

The cherry-pink petal clothes exude a faint afterglow, and even the dark night cannot hide its light.

A few petals were blown down by a strong wind, separated from the branches, and gently fell to the ground, adding pink clothes to the earth.

"Dong dong!"

Ling Xiaocheng and Hill stopped in front of the cherry tree.

A few petals on the ground were gently blown by the wind, bringing a scent of flowers and then falling again.

"There should be no interference here, let's fight here." Ling Xiaocheng turned back and said calmly.

Uncle Sang stopped a few meters away from Ling Xiaocheng under the corner of the shabby military coat that was blown up.

A few petals were stepped on by him.

"Well, let's continue with our last duel." Uncle Sang said lightly, then grabbed the handle and pulled it out of the scabbard.

At this time.

Ling Xiaocheng saw it clearly.

His knife is very special.

With a wooden handle and a slender silver-white blade, the whole knife gives people a sense of simplicity, but it is also full of an invisible edge.

"Oh?" Uncle Sang seemed to have noticed Ling Xiaocheng's gaze, and raised the knife: "My name is Lin, and it is one of my favorite knives, Uncle. Why, are you interested in knives?"

"No." Ling Xiaocheng said lightly.

Done.

Aya Xiaocheng stepped forward!

Rush towards Uncle Sang at an extremely fast speed!

"Young people are impatient. Uncle, I introduced all my sabers, and you didn't introduce yours." Uncle Sang said helplessly, but he quickly put the saber in front of him and assumed an attacking posture.

"Beep!"

Ling Xiaocheng rushed straight like a sharp arrow in the wind!

A few cherry pink petals were blown up by a breeze and left behind Ling Xiaocheng's head.

Take a closer look.

Uncle Sang was taken aback.

Only then did he realize that Ling Xiaocheng's eyes were a bit strange, and there were black three-goed jades spinning slightly in the scarlet eyes.

In perennial combat.

Uncle Sang already had a keenness beyond ordinary people, and instantly felt an ominous aura in those eyes.

That feeling was dark.

It's like a bottomless swamp, once you sink in, you can't get out again.

"Is that a skill?" Uncle Sang murmured.

Seeing to be close to the enemy.

Ling Xiaocheng held the knife horizontally in front of him.

The tip of the knife goes back.

The left foot stepped forward vigorously, and a few petals under the foot were deeply sunk into the ground.

His feet were bent quickly, his waist was bent, his whole body was at an extremely low level, and his body was slightly leaning forward.

Hold the handle firmly with both hands.

Swipe hard!

call out!

The silver blade turned into a ray of silver light, tearing open the invisible air layer, cutting through the cherry pink petals in the air, and slashing directly towards Uncle Sang's throat!

In an instant!

A few petals were cut with smooth incisions, split in half in an instant, scattered on both sides, and fell lightly.

"Ding!"

Light sparks splashed from the impact site!

Uncle Sang made a vertical strike and the silver blade collided violently, creating a strong wave of air!

"Hoohoo!"

The shabby military overcoat draped over Uncle Sang's shoulders was blown by the strong wind and swayed in waves!

The petals floating in the air were blown backward by the strong wind!

The cherry blossom trees rustle and emit a light and delicate scent of cherry blossoms.

not far away.

The snow-white hair draped over Luo Musheng's shoulders was blown messily, and Luo Musheng quickly pressed the restless hair with his small hands.

"Young man, your attack angle is very tricky. You must have received some special training?" Uncle Sang asked.

He was a special soldier before, and he had experienced countless trainings and battles. It was easy to see that Ling Xiaocheng's attack site was his own throat.

and.

The speed at which he swung his blade was incredible, and the precision with which he could maintain such formidable precision would have been impossible without years of training.

the young man.

abnormal.

Ling Xiaocheng did not speak.

Backhand knife.