"kill!"

The voice didn't fall, the ground was stunned, three black shadows from three directions, holding a cold light flashing long sword, hit with a triangle.

"court death!"

Feng Shaoyu was furious, murderous like a sword, and his arms trembled. Suddenly, countless swordsman burst into his body.

The light emanating from the dense sword-mang, at this moment, he was like a blood-stained moon, gloomy and treacherous, strange and murderous.

"Back!"

The three were greatly dismayed, and quickly stopped to turn around, preparing to avoid their edge.

However, they rushed too fast and it was too late. And this round of dazzling and glamorous Jianmang Moon also completely erupted.

"When ..." The three hurriedly fought their swords to resist, and for a while, the sound of metal collision was endless, and the sparks of Mars were like clusters of bright fireworks.

In the fireworks, the corner of Feng Shaoyu's mouth slightly raised, revealing a sneer, his right hand turned sharply, a handle of four feet three inches, the sword body with a Mitsubishi blade, and the long sword with barbs like arrows appeared in In the palm.

There is no doubt that this is the magic weapon that Jiang Yi helped him to make-Dragonthorn.

Feng Shaoyu's wrist turned, and the sword flew out like a sharp arrow. Of course, not the whole sword flew out, but the upper sword was stretched out instantly, one by one, like a nine-section whip.

At the moment, the sword tip broke through the distance between them and attacked one of them.

The man responded quickly, blocking him with a sword.

But he didn't expect that the sword's tip turned instantly, bypassing Qi and moving forward to the back, a sword penetrated his heart.

"Why ... what?" The man was bleeding blood and looked at Feng Shaoyu incredibly.

"Snoring ..." He couldn't resist, and the blasted Jianmang penetrated his body with a sword.

In an instant, more than a dozen blood holes appeared on his body, and each hole was dripping blood. In a blink of an eye, he became a blood man.

"you......"

But the moment Feng Shaoyu retracted the dragon thorn, he looked like a lunatic who broke the line and fell to the ground from the air.

"Master ..." The other two were still fully fighting against Jianmang, but when they realized the situation, they couldn't help feeling sad and shouting.

Feng Shaoyu reached out and gently brushed the sword, turned and waved the sword, pointing at the remaining two, saying, "It's you!"

"Smelly boy, I want you to pay for your life!" A man was furious, and suddenly a sword slashed down. The silver star-like light suddenly flashed, and a huge sword awn fell instantly.

Destroyed, and instantly destroyed all the scarlet swordsman.

"Come to come!" Then, the man stabbed with a sword, his eyes seemed to have endless killing intention, and the sword seemed to carry endless fighting intention.

The urging silver light is extremely dazzling, like a shining star on the road in the night.

Feng Shaoyu's face was as usual, without any intention to dodge. He slightly shook his head and looked helplessly and whispered: "Too weak!"

"Master, be careful!" The other hurriedly reminded, because he had felt the strong sword air in Feng Shaoyu's body, just like an extremely sharp sword.

Just when the sword was two meters away from the wind and less feathers, he moved, and his right hand waved his sword against the stab.

"Ding!" There was a clear, sweet sound, and two long swords met in the air, point to point.

But there was no confrontation of light. The Dragon Spike broke his defense in the next second, and the sword broke. Without giving him time to flash back, the Dragon Spike penetrated into his arm and turned. Spiked out of his heart.

"Master ..."

"you......"

Feng Shaoyu didn't give him a chance to speak, his right hand shook, and a domineering sword trembled out of his breath. When he was stunned, his body shattered.

Li Yitong watched the throbbing heart aside, she never thought that windy and less feathery usually looked very uneasy, but once fighting, she was merciless, and her shot was even more brutal and vicious.

Of course, what surprised her even more was Feng Shaoyu's strength. In just a few rounds, Jin Danqi's strong man was cut under the sword, and it seemed that he had not done much.

This made her unable to imagine that before she felt that Feng Shaoyu was a little bragging and talked a lot. But now she doesn't think so, maybe he is really such a confident person.

Feng Shaoyu waved the dragon thorn again, pointing at the last one, and said, "You are left! Do you let me do it? Or do you do it yourself?"

"You ... don't bully people too much!"

"Yo!" Feng Shaoyu sneered, teasing, "Now that I know I'm scared, why did I go!"

"We won't let you go, you're dead!"

"I'm dead, I don't know. But I can tell you very clearly, you're dead!" Feng Shaoyu said coldly.

"Hum, you have to pay the price of blood to kill me!"

"It depends if you have this ability!"

Suddenly, the silver light of the man turned into a streamer, immersed in the sword, and the sword suddenly flew.

"Is man and sword united?"

Feng Shaoyu sneered. The sword's strength in the body turned around, and it was all transported to the right arm. The dragon's thorns exuding golden light were instantly covered with blood, and the sword gas suddenly skyrocketed.

The sword has been stabbed and the sword has been waved.

Feng Shaoyu wanted to use this to try out Dragon Spurs, but how hard and strong he was, but this person turned suddenly, avoiding the tone.

"You are so self-aware!"

"Humph!"

For a while, this person kept on attacking, but often avoided the dragon thorns in Feng Shaoyu's hands, because he didn't want to be ruthlessly spiked like the first two masters.

"You do have to be better than your two mentors, but do you think I can do nothing about you? Oh, I want to kill you easily!"

"You can kill it before you say it!"

The speed of human sword integration is really fast, and he doesn't hit it against each other. This really gives Feng Shaoyu a headache, but it is exactly the same, which annoys him.

"Okay, let you see what a magic weapon is!"

The words didn't fall, and Feng Shaoyu's dragon spined in his hands, and suddenly, it was dismantled one by one. Under the link of the dragon's tendons, wrapped by the sword's strength, it turned into a dark golden dragon, roaring towards the long The sword swallowed away.

"No way, your cultivation is far more than innate!"

"I realize now, don't you think it's too late?"

A dragon groan, a powerful swallow appeared in the mouth of the dragon, and instantly, swallowed the sword.

Immediately afterwards, the dragon's body twisted and shrank instantly, the sharp thorns of the dragon's thorn, and the deadlock locked the sword.

"Ka ..." Under the strong lock of the dragon thorn, the long sword began to crack.

"No!" He wanted to be separated from the sword, but he was completely blocked by the powerful sword cricket, and he couldn't escape at all.

The next second, the sword was crushed and turned into a powder. Blood was burning in the powder and drifted with the wind.

"Oh ..." The dragon thorn contracted back, and instantly turned into a long sword.

Feng Shaoyu looked at the dragon thorn in his hand and couldn't help admiring it: "It is indeed a magical weapon, and no blood will be killed when killed."

On the tree, Li Yitong froze for a while, then slowed down. Feng Shaoyu, who came, said, "Shao Yu, let's go!"

"Huh!" Feng Shaoyu nodded, because he understood that the light of battle would attract others. If he was a master, he couldn't handle it.

Therefore, it is best to leave here as soon as possible.