The eyes of the night feathers picked and picked, the knife in this man's hand, there is weird!

When the ghost knife just flew around, the night feathers did not notice any spiritual fluctuations!

What is the knife?

The thoughts in my heart flashed past, and the night feathers were full of dignity. The night feathers that knew the weapons knew what it means to be one.

It means that the middle-aged people who are opposite themselves have at least doubled their strength on the basis of the late Ming Xuan!

Even more difficult than dealing with two youngsters at the same time.

"Hey!"

Purple spirit jumped to the side of the stone, the whole body was picked up, and four sharp teeth reflected the cold under the sunlight.

"Want to take my beast, at least defeat me first." Night feathers squatting arms across the chest, jade hands up the soul-splitting blade, the knife back close to the arm, while the heart told the purple spirit to move first, this middle-aged The cultivation is beyond the strength of Zi Ling.

"Looking for death!"

The middle-aged man was angry in his eyes, his soles slammed into the ground, and the whole person rushed to the night feathers like a tiger.

Ten meters away from the blink of an eye, before the attack on the night feathers, the middle-aged people will provoke the body's spiritual power, the hand of the ghost knife slammed, the wide knife with a scarlet light shot to the night feathers.

Hey!

The night feathers smashed it and picked it up. When I looked back again, I saw that the face of the middle-aged man was sharply magnified in the eyes, and the rough big hand slammed into the Dantian of the night feathers with a faint blue light.

boom! The night feathers squatted out of the elbows, and it was just right in the palm of the middle-aged man. You came to me and played three rounds in the blink of an eye.

"Hey! Hey!" The purple spirit on the side suddenly screamed twice.

In the battle, the night feathers and the eyebrows were slightly stunned, and immediately felt the bad wind behind them, and a sharp spiritual force stabbed his heart.

Purple shadow flash!

Without hesitation, the night feathers gave up the action in their hands, and directly used two flashes of purple shadow to sway a few meters to the side, blinking at the sight, and the night feathers saw the things that attacked themselves, the ghost knife!

The middle-aged man held the handle with one hand and pulled a knife with one hand. The ghost knife pointed to the ground.

"The strength of your mysterious mid-term, can not match me." Just that wave of attacks seems to be only the temptation of middle-aged people, the eyes of the haze looking at the night feathers, the body momentum has once again climbed a grade!

The night feathers breathe slightly and the eyes stay on the handle of the ghost knife. This middle-aged man has a knife and a knife in his hand.

More importantly, the knife will attack autonomously. Although it is only once, it makes the night feathers very tricky. It is thought that the night feathers are not as good as the middle-aged people, and the tie with the close combat has been It is quite difficult. At the critical time, there is a cold knife on the side of the body waiting for an attack.

Change to an ordinary person, I am afraid that just a temptation will be seriously injured!

"I have to find a way to solve his knife." Night feathers continually pondering, suddenly the night feathers shrink, the body's spiritual power burst, the figure quickly drifted back.

The middle-aged man will not give the night feathers too much reaction time, the footwork is motivated, and the night feathers are attacked again.

Seeing the timely fall of the night feathers, the middle-aged man’s eyes sank, his wrists were thrown up, and a palm was thrown at the end of the handle. The ghost knife once again spurred the night feather with a scarlet light. Hey.

Damn it! This is the trick!

The night feathers in the retreat were annoyed in the eyes, and the cold knife approached the front. Immediately, the purple shadow flashed out, and the night feathers swayed two meters across the side, avoiding the slashing head knife.

Waiting for the night feathers to make the next move, the middle-aged man has already pushed to the night feathers, and the night feathers are just traversing. The blink of an eye is caught up by the middle-aged, and the pair of iron palms are once again heading toward the night feathers. Your majesty.