It's a pity that he didn't know that his every move and style clearly fell into the eyes of the other party, and the so-called blind spot attack, for Lu Suifeng, was at most shattered by a few afterimages, and it could not constitute any substantial threat at all.

Under the bloody remnant sun void, but seeing two vague phantoms, they suddenly dodged and slashed, suddenly up and down, and the void slid and slashed, and from time to time a series of sharp and piercing explosions broke out, and sparks and silver stars splashed in the sky.

The speed of the Purple Sky Star was as fast as the wind, suddenly in front, hidden behind, and in the next second, it would lose its target, followed by a series of strange and deadly attacks, leaving a series of criss-crossing clear trajectories in the air. No matter how fierce, tricky, and weird Zi Tianxing's attack is, every attack will indiscriminately miss.

The dark short spear in Zi Tianxing's hand flickered again, and suddenly released an astonishing brilliance like a bright moon, this sudden brilliance, shining with human vision, dizzying eyes, psychedelic facial features, deadly guns, killing intent was hidden in it, and the lightning stabbed at Lu Suifeng's throat.

This is also Zi Tianxing's arcane secret killing stunt, and it is easy not to use. A dazzling shot in the bloom of brilliance, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, full of cold killing intentions, that is the killing blow that hooks the soul and kills the soul.

The sword in Lu Suifeng's hand was unsheathed again, and a touch of purple electric cold light shone in the air, simply drawing an arc-shaped trajectory, but it seemed to be tempered by a thousand tempers.

This seemingly simple and random sword made Zi Tianxing shocked, and all the blooming brilliance seemed to be encountering the scorching sun and ice and snow, quickly dissolving. It seems that even oneself is integrated into it, and there is nothing to hide.

The Splitting Phantom Spear actually hit the air, but a purple lightning cold light rushed towards his neck, and between his breaths, the cold light of a sword and autumn water rapidly magnified and filled in front of him, as if occupying the entire heaven and earth world in front of him.

No one knew that this crape myrtle peak master was also a "king" among the killers, and his adaptability was naturally not comparable to ordinary people.

There is no way to avoid it now, so why avoid it. Zi Tianxing poked out his other empty hand, glowing with a layer of misty pale blue luster, and a faint fragrance suddenly emanated from the air, which made people's minds suddenly feel a blur.

It was a hand with silver gloves, fearlessly grabbing a few sword lights that were infinitely close to his neck, and it actually made a screeching sound of metal cutting.

I don't know what the texture of this silver glove is, it can actually be cut without the blade of the sword, and at the same time, it also emits a faint fragrance, which makes people appear for a short time, which is enough time to pierce people's throats and pierce people's hearts with one shot.

It's no wonder that killers rarely miss easily, and the methods of killing people are weird and vicious, endless, and unguardable. It's just that whether it's a killer or a battle between cultivators, what is important is only the result, but it's understandable. The gentleman who lies down will soon be forgotten, and the halo will always be worn only on the body of the victor.

Lu Suifeng sniffed lightly, but he didn't show any unusual state; "Youlan Drunken Immortal Fragrance!" The person who smells it will have a momentary stagnation, which is enough for a person to die a few times. ＂

"How can it be elegant and vulgar to take people's lives, there is only one result in the open and in the dark, and the goal is to achieve the king" Zi Tianxing's words sounded very cold-blooded, but they were understandable and reasonable.

"I don't mean to despise it, it's also a secret killing technique, but it's a little bit damaged. It's a pity that you forgot that I am still a Dan Saint, and the mere Youlan drunken fairy fragrance can't play its due role in my body at all. Lu Suifeng looked at a void and said lightly. The aura on the other party's body had already been locked by him, so he let him use any wonderful and superb killing methods, but he still didn't touch a single corner. And the orientation and trajectory of each opponent's shot were predicted in advance, if it weren't for his strain speed being too fast, I was afraid that blood would have been spilled in the sky at this moment.

Zi Tianxing snorted coldly, and his body suddenly moved, and Lu Suifeng also stepped out at the same time, shrinking into inches, spanning a space distance of fifty meters in an instant, and a flash of lightning disappeared.

Zi Tianxing has played the role of a top killer, and he will naturally maintain a high degree of vigilance at all times, and he will sense any wind and clouds at the first time, especially when he predicts danger.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a cold star rushing from his side, although he didn't know how the other party found out where he was found, and he didn't have time to let people think about it. But he knew that if he hesitated a little at this time, the sharp cold light would directly pierce his temples. His left arm stretched out violently, and he deftly avoided the edge of the opponent's sword, and slapped his palm on the attacking blade.

The strength of this palm was surging vigorously, and under one blow, it actually slapped Lu Suifeng's sword sideways to the side. Lu Suifeng's sword momentum was agile and floating, and his body turned with the sword, flashing five feet away in an instant, and using the power of rotation to clear the opponent's strength left on the sword.

I don't know what kind of material this silver glove is for, and it is not even the cutting of a sword, at least it is the existence of a holy product. A person can slap a palm against the sharp blade of the sword, and can delicately avoid the blade of the sword and hit the body of the sword, this courage and sense of battle are very within the reach of people. Only a former top killer king like Zi Tianxing would dare to be so brave and brave.

Zi Tianxing, who was hidden in the void, knew that his body was exposed, and he was about to sneak away again, but unfortunately the other party would not give him this chance again.

Lu Suifeng had already anticipated the enemy's opportunity, and with a turn of his wrist, the sword returned, trembling, a fluttering sword, without a fixed trajectory and direction, but the invisible sword qi and sword intent were everywhere, and it was difficult to determine where to attack in the next moment, so that the other party did not dare to act easily.

In the eyes of Zi Tianxing, there is a cold light flickering in the sky, and each cold light contains a killing intention, it is difficult to distinguish between reality and fiction, and a wrong prediction is bound to splash blood. Unexpectedly, the opponent's sword momentum was so weird and powerful, and a slight negligence was enveloped in it, and danger arose.

From attacking and killing the other party to being attacked and killed by the other party, there is even a chance to sneak away. If it weren't for the fact that he was a top killer who was accustomed to seeing stormy waves, he was in danger, although he was shocked, he didn't mess up, and without the slightest hesitation, a diamond iron palm instantly turned into a palm shadow in the sky, and he slapped out seventy-seven forty-nine palms in one go, and the silver gloves were able to resist the cutting of the blade without any damage.

The remnant sun reflected like a blood cloud, palm shadows, swords flying vertically and horizontally, staggered collisions, and a piercing roar continued to explode in the air, and broken clouds flew and splashed in the air.

The palm shadows were layered on top of each other, rushing out like a tidal wave, and with sharp energy, the attacking mountain sword shadows were dissolved one by one. The body constantly drifts from side to side, intending to distance itself from the opponent, get out of the attack range, and reintegrate into the void.

The frustrating thing is that no matter where he moves, the opponent's sword always follows like a shadow, like a maggot to the bone, and a little cold star suddenly shines out from the shadow of the impermeable palm, like a flying star in the sky, straight towards his eyebrows.

Retreat, only retreat and retreat, by the momentum of retreat, left and right dodge at the same time, the black short gun in his hand suddenly split into two, the two guns instantly illusioned a dazzling brilliance, the cold spear shot out of the air, the sound of gold and iron resounded, thrilling swing away the rushing cold star.

The next moment, the Jedi counterattacked, a continuous stream of guns, each shot was shot with a sharp gun intent, purple light sprayed, and the fatal blow often rushed out in the illusory light curtain, its speed was so fast that the light line of sight could not adapt, and Lu Suifeng's figure was also shrouded in this phantom gun.

In the blurry spear swirling dance, a muffled snort sounded in the twilight, and a puff of blood light sprayed with the sound, Lu Suifeng was caught off guard by the opponent's Jedi counterattack, although he got out of the opponent's sudden attack, the shirt on his left arm was still cut open by the sharp gun, and he was injured, and blood was gushing out.

The corners of Zi Tianxing's mouth flashed with a fierce sneer, The counterattack was successful, and he took the lead, his momentum soared, and a strong round of fierce attacks forced the opponent to dodge left and right, and he had to return to the sword to protect himself. The true nature of the killer was revealed at this moment, his body was as fast as the wind, and he floated and changed like a cloud.

Between breaths, Lu Suifeng's left side appeared strangely, and the two guns in his hands came out again, one left and one right, one shot stabbed obliquely under the ribs, and one shot pierced the abdomen from top to bottom, focusing on the opponent's waist and lower parts, and the serial killing was extremely fast.

Poof! The other party actually squatted close to the ground to counterattack and kill, when Lu Suifeng was shocked, the hem of his shirt was slashed by a sharp gun, and even the trouser tube was broken a slit, but fortunately, the dodge was timely and did not hurt the skin.

Zi Tianxing's series of attack changes can be described as extremely weird, and ordinary people are afraid that they will not be able to escape this fate. But Lu Suifeng is not an ordinary person, his sword blocked the black short spear attacked by the opponent from an incredible angle, and a sonorous sound, the two spears were suddenly swept away by a latent force.

Lu Suifeng's wrist took advantage of the momentum, and he struck three times with one sword, and his whole body suddenly changed, swallowing the sky and shaking the earth. Dignified and upright, without any fancy vanity, the sword splits the mountain and cracks the stone.

Zi Tianxing seemed to be intimidated by the other party's sudden outbreak of sky-swallowing momentum, and he didn't dare to take the challenge head-on at all. The two spears were behind him, and his body flickered and moved, intending to get rid of the shroud of the opponent's sword.

But he was shocked to find that he had been firmly locked by an incomparably powerful qi machine, and no matter where he moved, it was a surging sword rush. All the directions were shrouded in the opponent's fierce sword aura, and the so-called phantom speed became a joke at the moment, useless.

Zi Tianxing was once the "king" of a killer, but his strength was unfathomable, and his hole cards were endless. Although he was shrouded by the opponent's fierce sword momentum, he did not have a hint of panic, and at the same time, there was a faint cold aura on his body, like the yin wind coming out of the crack in the door, like a knife and a needle.