Meng Xiaoan gently held the dragon tooth knife, the light of the knife flashed on his face, and he actually had a strange expression on his face.

With the sound of "chrome", the brilliance flashed, and the sword was unsheathed. The tip of the sword dropped, his whole person changed, and a cold light shrouded his whole body. Unshakable life was confirmed by martial arts, so naturally Meng Xiaoan was also confirmed by martial arts.

Like the flow of water, those floating cherry blossoms suddenly stood still. Unlucky and light, he stabbed out with a sword. It was dim and clumsy, but with this stab, the sword on the branch seemed to have changed, becoming brighter and brighter.

Life. He has injected the power of his life into this "spring water of a river"...

Meng Xiaoan took action almost at the same time as Wu Xiaosheng.

At the moment when swords and knives clashed, the weight of their bodies seemed to have completely disappeared, becoming like wind that could flow freely in the air. Everything in the world no longer existed, even their bodies no longer existed.

.The only thing that exists between heaven and earth is the opponent's weapon.

The ever-flowing sword light flashed in the sky, like shooting stars piercing the sky one by one.

There was a "ding" sound, and brilliance splashed everywhere. The sword light suddenly disappeared, and the sword style suddenly stopped. There seemed to be flames burning in Unxiaosheng's eyes, and as if ice was condensing, and there was crazy pain in his eyes.

There was a strange look in the depths of Meng Xiaoan's eyes, and suddenly the knife turned into a sword and stabbed at him, sweeping toward Wu Xiaosheng with a force as shocking as a giant.

Blood rain flew and danced all over the sky. Unfavorable Sheng's face was strangely flushed, but you could vaguely see that there was no pain of "death" on his face, only a touch of sadness and a touch of relief. When the dragon tooth knife stabbed into the chest, when the blood splashed

When it bloomed and danced, he smiled, burst out laughing, a laugh that was close to crazy.

His "Spring Water from a River" is only one centimeter away from Meng Xiaoan's throat.

The Dragon Tooth Knife stabbed the third rib on his right chest, and a numbing coldness instantly spread throughout his nerves.

Blood oozed from the corners of his unfaithful mouth, and his voice was hoarse: "You lack the spirit of your master..."

The blue sword body of "A River of Spring Water" gradually turned black again, as if death was approaching.

Meng Xiaoan remained silent.

Buxiaosheng smiled, and the deep feeling of weariness and sadness appeared in his eyes again, and there was a figure in his pupils.

Bu Xiosheng smiled sadly, and suddenly took a step forward, and the dragon tooth knife pierced his chest.

Bu Xiosheng and Meng Xiaoan were almost face to face.
Chapter completed!