Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

　　 The rain is getting bigger and bigger, but it is almost over.

　　 Inside the tree cave, don’t ask to sit cross-legged, like closing your eyes and resting your mind.

　　 In his knowledge of the sea, the halo of stars flickered, and countless complicated thoughts passed by one after another, gradually showing a complete appearance.

　　 With the help of the system, he has mastered many martial arts in a few years.

　　On exquisiteness, Song's swordsmanship, Tianluo Gong, Qingfeng swordsmanship, and even the nine-stroke of Tianzi, seven-star steps, etc., are all different.

　　In terms of power, a flash sword is the most important thing.

　　 As far as the depth of martial arts is concerned, he respects the Qingfeng swordsmanship that is not very proficient at present.

　　 After all, only this martial art involves the acquired level.

　　 With this, after Moqiu's understanding of Qingfeng swordsmanship, the whole martial arts realm has improved by one level.

　　 Maybe the power of Qingfeng Swordsmanship is not too strong, but Gaowu Jianling can give him some guidance.

　　 Things that were unimaginable and unexpected in the past can now be understood naturally.

　　 is like a flashing sword.

　　 Strong is strong, but there are many restrictions.

　　Looking at it now, there are many flaws in it. If it can be improved, it will be more powerful and less restrictive.

　　 This is the prototype of a five-step one kill!

　　 Now.

The prototype of 　　 is finally gradually perfected, merged into a sentence of characters, and re-engraved on the light curtain of the sea of ​​knowledge.

　　 "Om..."

　　 The stars flickered and dimmed instantly.

　　 The next moment, a thought came to my mind that I didn't know where it came from, but it was a matter of course.

　　 "Huh!"

　　 In the darkness, a pair of eyes suddenly opened, piercing the darkness with fierce intentions, and the sword shadow vibrated and cried.

　　 "铮…"

　　 The sword light cut through the darkness and tore through the rain curtain. It only flashed two feet away.

　　 Five steps to kill!

　　 The sword shadow was closed, showing an unquestionable figure.

　　 The heavy rain fell, and the weak leaves were bent unbearably, but his figure was still straight.

　　 Tian Luo Gong protected his whole body, and the raindrops touched his skin and flesh, instantly shattered and dispersed.

　　 And Moqiu's figure also broke through the heavy rain and went straight to the distance.

　　 After leaving the city, he chose a trail and entered the dense forest to prevent anyone from discovering his whereabouts.

　　 Use archery to injure people and reduce the number of chasing troops to avoid being besieged.

　　 But these methods can only stop ordinary people, and there are masters in the rear chasing soldiers, and they also need to frustrate their spirit.

　　Only in this way can it be considered safe!

　　 Now that the swordsmanship is successful, and the target was selected yesterday, it is just when the edge is revealed.

　　 In the dense forest, don't ask for a sword on his back and walk like flying, and soon he has come to a wide area.

　　 There are three simple tents in the middle.

　　 There were screams and wailing sounds from two of the tents from time to time, and the people living inside were obviously wounded.

　　 There was candlelight shining in the last tent, and people could be seen moving from time to time, and there was no other noise.

　　 "Ouyang Yue, a big head-catcher, a master of dirty smelting, is famous for his dragon-shaped hands and eight palms. He is powerful and the leader of this group of teams."

　　 Thoughts flashed, Moqiu kept under his feet, like a sharp arrow, emerging from the dense forest and rushing straight to the last tent.

　　 "Peng!"

　　 He stepped on the ground, the dragons and snakes erupted, the mud splashed, and his figure was already rushing out of the land of Zhang Xu.

　　 A few breaths appeared in the guard's line of sight.

"Who?"

　　 "An enemy rushes into the camp!"

　　 His speed was too fast, and the guards never expected that he would encounter the enemy, and he was breached before he could react.

　　 "Huh!"

　　 The long sword came out of its sheath and slashed in the air.

　　 The tough leather tent was separated from it by the knife, revealing the surprised figure inside.

　　 "Ouyang Yue, pick me up!"

　　 Do not ask for a roar, and the figure penetrates the tent together with the torrential rain, heading straight to the strong man in the middle.

　　 He is aggressive, and the swords are combined, and his power is so powerful that other people in the field are put to rest.

　　 For a time, nothing came to pass.

　　 "It's you!" Ouyang Yue said coldly, then he was surprised and angry:

　　 "The surname is Mo, so courageous, if you don't go to the west, there is no way to go to hell."

　　 "It's really looking for death!"

In the loud roar of 　　, he didn't retreat but moved forward, his figure violently sprang out from the main position, his palms were like a wandering dragon, and he slammed out against the sword.

　　 Dragon-shaped Octopus-Flying Dragon Style!

　　As a master of visceral refining, Ouyang Yue exhales and breathes with great power, even if he rushes forward, he is also powerful.

　　 With the palm of the hand, there was a strong wind whistling, and the torrential rain that struck was even swept out by it.

"Humph!"

　　 Don't ask for a cold snort, the figure remains unchanged, and the sword is getting fiercer.

　　 Song's Knife Technique-Shocking Sword!

　　 This style of sword technique has a decisive artistic conception, and the sword has no regrets, and it has an aura of burning with the enemy.

　　 Ouyang Yue's eyes flickered. With his status, he was second only to the Fire Eye Golden Eagle Ling Wan in catching fast, and he would never fight Mo Qiu to lose-lose.

　　 At the moment, his lower body is in the air, his palms are changing, like a butterfly piercing through a flower and hitting the light from all directions.

　　 "Peng!"

　　 "Pull..."

　　 violent vigor, the two fell staggered.

　　Don't ask for the same figure, but Ouyang Yue's eyes throbbed, and he subconsciously swept his shoulders.

　　 There, a long and narrow knife mark suddenly appeared.

　　 is just a trick. As a master of dirty cultivators, he was actually injured?

　　 Even if the opponent is prepared, he rushes to meet the enemy, but it also shows that the strength of the person is not weak.

　　A doctor who is proficient in swordsmanship?

　　Fuck **** fart!

　　 The young man in front of him, like him, is a genuine dirty master.

　　 "Be careful, my lord!"

　　 "Good thief!"

　　 Until this time, the other people in the tent reacted and got up and shouted.

　　 At this time, Mo Qiu had already rushed towards Ouyang Yue again.

　　 Only this time, Ouyang Yue was unwilling to confront him head-on, so he stepped back and yelled at the same time:

　　 "Brothers, UU reading www.uukanshu.com together!"

Before 　　's words fell, Mo Qiu had already turned over in the air, and the nine-handled flying knives shot around like a goddess scattered flowers.

　　 nine dozen days of words!

After 　　 nine knives, there is another nine knives.

　　 Eighteen throwing knives not only prevented others from moving, but also made Ouyang Yue had to stop and dodge.

　　 At the time, Zhang Huyuan was only successful in forging bones, and his fame was not as good as that of refining the dirty. Now Moqiu is stronger than him, and his hidden weapon techniques are even worse.

　　 Then the flying knives were fully displayed, and it was a mere one person who forcibly suppressed the six major hunters in the field, including a dirty refiner.

　　 Ouyang Yue's complexion was gloomy, and he changed the body skills he had learned to the extreme, trying his best to dodge the flying knives.

　　 At the same time, I hate in my heart:

　　 Let you run wild for a while, when the hidden weapons are used up, I will wait for the shot together, and Ren Er's three heads and six arms are also...

　　 "Zheng!"

　　 Just as he was muttering in his heart, his eyes suddenly lit up, and an extreme chill instantly hit his forehead from the tail vertebra.

　　 suffer!

　　 Jianguang!

　　 A sharp light cuts the darkness, reflected in his eyes, and there is nothing else in his perception except this sword light.

next moment.

　　 The more Ouyang felt his body lighter, his whole body was already flying lightly, and his consciousness fell into a blur.

　　 At the last moment of his coma, a crisp and hearty voice floated into the eardrum, further and further away:

　　 "This time it's just a warning. If you want to chase again, don't blame me for being merciless!"

how is this possible?

　　I added myself here, there are three forging bones, one forging viscera, and the armor is complete, so people can come and go freely.

and

　　 I'm still being beaten...

　　 "Peng!"

　　 fell to the ground and his consciousness fell into a coma.