Niche Luo Dao looked back, outside the window his people were attacking inside, it was impossible for his dozen people to defend the entire hall, and it was only a matter of time before he attacked, and then he slowly turned around and looked back at Shen Leng, up and down: "The iron armor is good." ”

Shen Leng nodded: "His Majesty Emperor Daning, I sold you 10,000 taels of silver, do you want it?" ”

Niche said, "What? ”

Shen Leng brushed the ground and pulled down the face armor, and arrived in front of Niche Luo Dao with a single step, the distance between the two people was obviously more than a zhang, and at the same time as this step, the black line knife had already reached the top of Niche Luo Dao's head.

It's the first time I've seen someone with a knife so fast.

He took a step back, the iron claws on both hands reaching forward and grabbing the blade.

At that time, in the White Mountain, such an iron claw once made the young court lieutenant Yuan Wang powerless to fight back.

Click!

Shen Leng's black line knife twisted a few times, and the iron claws shattered.

Niche Luo Dao retreated again, looking at the incomplete iron claw in his hand in disbelief, if it wasn't for his quick reaction, it would not only be the iron claw but also his hand.

"The knife is also very valuable, and it will sell you for another 10,000 taels."

Shen Leng moved forward again, and Niche Luo Dao could only retreat again.

He was a young man, and the Ning people on the other side were also young people, and within the black martial arts, Shrine Luo Dao had never served any man of his age, and even in his opinion, most of them were just ants.

But the knife of the Ning Ren general in front of him was too fast, he continued to dodge, looked at the guard who had carried a broadsword on his back before, and fell not far away, stretched out his hand and touched it from his waist and shook it out, a chain was thrown out and went straight to Shen Leng's face door, there were three sharp hooks at the top of this chain, and it suddenly came.

Shen Leng leaned back and hit him with the chain, the knife wrapped around the chain a few times, and the shrine let go, taking the opportunity to rush to the side and pull his broadsword from the back of the dead body.

On the side of the side hall, there were two blue-robed armor soldiers desperately turning in the open window, Yang Qibao had just killed two people in the other window, seeing that this side was not safe, his foot kicked on the wall and rushed over like a heavy crossbow, the black line knife flew up and down, and the two corpses hung on the windowsill.

Shen Leng's own soldiers raised their crossbows and fired a few points, and the soldiers of the Heiwu border army who were close were overturned by two, but there were too many people outside, and the feather arrows were densely covered, so they could only squat down against the windowsill to block the feather arrows, and the feather arrows immediately stood up to defend against the enemy as soon as the feather arrows stopped.

Yang Qibao ran from here to there, and where he couldn't defend him, he rushed there, and a black line knife had already killed at least two dozen black warriors.

Fortunately, there is no back window in the main hall, only a back door, and the back door is sealed by Mo Gu with people, and the people outside have not been able to open it many times.

"Go help them."

Qin Se pointed ahead.

Mo Gu agreed, beckoned to lead people to rush forward, the dozen or so Ning people made him feel scared, the corpses of the Black Martial Arts Border Army who fell in the window were already so many that people had goosebumps, and those Ning people seemed to be tired and couldn't kill them, and they were still guarding to death.

With the broadsword in his hand, he glanced back at the window again: "Rubbish." ”

He exhaled slowly, and suddenly took a step forward and swept the broadsword across Shen Leng's waist, this sword was four and a half feet long, and the sword body was nearly a foot, such a wide and heavy sword ordinary people didn't say danced, and it was flat

It's hard.

The sword came with the wind, and Shen Leng's black line knife went up, and when it shook the broadsword upwards, it swung upwards, but Niche Luo Dao turned around with the help of the power on the broadsword, and kicked Shen Leng's chest, this kick was extremely strong, Shen Leng involuntarily slid backwards, and the sound of the soles of his feet rubbing on the ground made people's ears tingle for a while.

And at this moment, the Niche Luo Dao, who had turned half a circle, threw the broadsword back, Shen Leng retreated, the broadsword slashed on the floor, and with a bang, the solid floor tiles were all chopped, and the sword left a straight chopping mark on the ground, and the masonry around the chopping mark was shattered like powder.

The strength of this sword was downward, and Niche Luo Dao let go at the moment when the broadsword slashed on the ground, and at the same time rushed towards Shen Leng, a punch slammed into Shen Leng's lower abdomen, Shen Leng just avoided the sword just now and did not stand firm, and he was punched in the lower abdomen again, and his body slid backwards again.

And at the same time as moving forward, the heel of the shrine Luo Dao hooked the hilt of the sword, the broadsword flew up, he shook Shen Leng back with a punch, his two hands were raised high, the broadsword just flew above his head, and the two hands grabbed the hilt of the sword and slashed down again.

Shen Leng stepped on it fiercely.

Syllable!

The sturdy stone tiles were cracked by him, and his feet were fixed there as if they had taken root.

After stopping, Shen Leng threw the black line knife from the bottom to the top, the waist twisted extremely much, the waist, back, shoulders, and the strength passed through the arm and then passed to the arm, this knife went up to the broadsword, and when the sound was loud, it seemed to be able to shatter people's eardrums.

This sword collided in mid-air, and the sword that slashed down was powerful and heavy, but it was swept back by the black line knife, and the hands holding the broadsword in the shrine Luo Dao were also raised high, and the sword was hit by the power on the black line knife and almost returned to his back.

Shen Leng kicked the middle of Niche Luo Dao's chest sideways, and Niche Luo Dao's body bent forward and flew backwards, his ass fell heavily on the ground, and he slid backwards for a while.

"Knocked off the root of the tail."

Shen Leng was still in the mood to ask, and at the same time as he asked this, the black line knife had already swept towards the neck of the Niche Luo Dao.

Niche Luo Dao threw the broadsword upward, and the heavy sword flew vertically, and the black line knife swept on the broadsword, and the broadsword slammed into Niche Luo Dao's shoulder.

Niche Luo Dao kicked Shen Leng's ankle, Shen Leng moved a step sideways to avoid it, Niche Luo Dao took the opportunity to grab the broadsword and get up, holding the hilt of the broadsword with both hands, his body turned around for most of the half a circle to pick up the broadsword, and the broadsword that swept over seemed to have the power of ten thousand jun.

Shen Leng's black line knife couldn't stop this sword, and the weight of the broadsword itself coupled with the strength of the Niche Luo Dao with all his might, Shen Leng could only retreat.

He stepped back, watching the tip of the broadsword sweep past him.

Then the shrine Luo Dao flew over, he threw himself up with a broadsword, this is the weirdness of the swordsmanship of the Black Martial Arts Sword Gate, the heavy sword is their killing weapon, but the heavy sword may not be their killing move, if you want to dance such a heavy sword, you must know how to use the weight of the sword itself, sometimes it is a person who dances the sword, and sometimes the sword leads people.

The heavy sword swept past Shen Leng's chest, according to common sense, anyone who practices martial arts can judge how it is possible to recover the sword momentum of such a heavy sword sweep, and the next person who dances the sword will have a flaw.

However, the one who dances the sword is another sword.

Shrine Luo Dao's body was brought up by the heavy sword, his knees were heavy on Shen Leng's head, the iron helmet made a muffled sound, Shen Leng's body flew out to the side, and his head was heavy again when he fell to the ground

Bumped into it.

Shrine Luo Dao was taken out by the heavy sword, and while he landed on both feet, he held the heavy sword and spun around to remove the inertia on the heavy sword, and the tip of the sword drew a standard circle on the ground.

Shen Leng only felt that his head was buzzing, as if there were countless war horses galloping in his mind, and his eyes were black for a while.

He supported the ground with one hand and flipped out horizontally, and after landing on the ground, he held the knife in both hands and was on guard, and there were still some Venus flying in front of him.

This knee hit the right one, and if it weren't for his good health, he would have died or fainted if he had been someone else.

Shrine Luo Dao sneered, thinking that if his sword wasn't too heavy, he wouldn't be able to continue the combo, but if he was any faster, the Ning General would definitely die.

But his sneer just started, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and then rushed forward, and at the same time his body turned in the air and threw the heavy sword behind him, and the silver light from the heavy sword forced the person behind him to retreat, but Gong Luo Dao felt a pain in the back of his neck, raised his hand and touched it, there was a wound on the back of his neck, and the blood was sticky on his hand.

The wound is not deep, but how dangerous was that moment just now?

If his attention was on Shen Leng, this sword could pierce his neck.

The eldest princess floated back and retreated, with some pity in her eyes.

She has been gathering momentum, waiting for an opportunity, but this long-awaited sword still failed to kill Niche Luo Dao, and the Niche Luo Dao, who is known as the strongest among the younger generation of Black Martial Arts, is really not so easy to kill.

"Go to the window and help."

Shen Leng took a deep breath, shouted at Qin Se, and then slowly lifted the black line knife.

Qin Se responded, turned to the window, her sword is extremely fast, and there is only one straight stabbing move, it seems to have some similarities with the sword skills of the tea master, but it is more than one grade worse than the sword of the tea master, Shen Leng once said that the tea master should be very boring to fight with people, she does not learn to dance the sword, she only learns to kill people with a sword.

If it was the tea master who shot just now, Niche Luo Dao would have died.

After Shen Leng took a deep breath, he began to recall what Chu Jianlian had said to him, how the disciples of the Black Martial Sword Sect used swords, Chu Jianlian had said and practiced to him in Chang'an City, but the drill was not an actual battle, and the sword skills of the Shrine Luo Dao were also the best among the disciples of the Sword Sect, and the shallow flywheel, who was also known as the leader of the generation of disciples, was definitely not the opponent of the Shrine Luo Dao.

Shrine Luo Dao took a step forward: "Your martial arts are good. ”

The corners of Shen Leng's mouth hooked, holding the knife with both hands and slanting out from the bottom to the top, the heavy sword of Niche Luo Dao was blocked in front of him, the knife and the sword collided and sparks splashed, the Niche Luo Dao with the broadsword suddenly let go, slapped his palm on the hilt of the sword, and the broadsword flew out quickly and fiercely, Shen Leng erected the black line knife to block it, and the tip of the broadsword poked at the body of the black line knife, under the huge force, Shen Leng's two feet involuntarily slid back, and the Niche Luo Dao kicked sideways in the air, the sole of the shoe kicked on the hilt of the sword, and the strength on the sword suddenly doubled. Shen Leng's back was slammed against the wall.

Niche Luo Dao snorted and rushed forward, grabbing the hilt of the sword with both hands and exerting his strength again.

Shen Leng's black line knife flicked, and the broadsword poked into the wall, and the furious Niluo Dao roared, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, the green tendons on the back of his hands were exposed, and the sleeves of his shirt were broken by the swollen muscles, and with his roar like a raging lion, the broadsword actually cut the wall and slashed horizontally towards Shen Leng's neck.

"Die!"

The broadsword came from the wall. ()

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