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The weapons in the hands of Qiu Sheng made the night feathers slightly strange in the eyes, and the toes were a little bit, and the whole person exploded backwards.

In the consciousness of the night feathers, the strong man like Qiu Sheng is a weapon with a wide back knife, a long gun and axe, and rarely used a fine sword!

Hey!

The night feathers raised their arms and the soul-splitting blade picked up Qiu Sheng’s sword, and they stood in one place.

I have to say that Qiu Sheng is the head of the Ironwood Mercenary Corps. He has been in the Ziyun mainland for several years, and his combat experience is extremely rich. The fine sword in his hand is as flexible as a snake, and he keeps stabbing from various angles. The key to the feathers.

If it wasn't for the night feathers to be a killer in the past, there were a lot of experience with more than one enemy. At this moment, facing the stormy offensive of Qiu Shengchun, it is very likely that you can't stand it!

"This person is really amazing!"

The more the night feathers beat the heart, the more surprised, the better the night feathers are jealous, Qiu Sheng has been using the sword, the claw method that is good at has not been used!

Hey.

The percussion of the weapons was endless, and the elders of the homes looked at the opponents of the night feathers and talked from time to time.

"The night feathers have two scorpions, and they have won a hundred strokes with Qiu."

"Qiu Shengyi used the blood rain sword method when he came up. It seems that the words of the night feathers angered him."

"Qiu Sheng has no use for the cards. The night feathers are probably hanging this time."

Everyone has a good attitude, and there is no shortage of support for Qiu Sheng.

After the Yunshou mother-in-law took the stage to be a judge, Jiu Chenyin and the Baihua Dance sat together. At this moment, the two are enjoying the battle of the night feathers.

"It seems that the night feathers are in trouble." The Baihua dance and the nine-sounding sound are interlocking, and the mouth is covered with a faint smile.

"Her means is far more than this. In this battle, that Qiu Sheng is afraid to plant it." Jiu Chenyin sighed back and remembered the last fire lotus. The eyes of Jiu Chenyin still could not be restrained. fear.

These days, Jiu Chen has studied hard and learned a lot of stunts. It can be said that none of them can compete with that fire lotus.

On the stage.

The night feathers are in the hands of the Soul Eater, and the speed is as fast as there are three short blades around the body.

"No, I have to think of a way to knock down his fine sword." Night Feather thought in his heart, his arms raised, and once again picked up the fine sword that stabbed his throat.

This kind of action night feathers tried a dozen times, and I couldn't shake Qiu Sheng's fine sword with my own strength.

Qiu Shenghao has a late-stage repair of Xuan Ling. If it can be easily beaten by the night feathers, then this battle will not be carried out.

Feeling that Qiusheng is getting faster and faster, the night feathers suddenly have a thought, and as long as the sword is restrained, the drizzle offensive can be resolved immediately.

As the heart beats, the night feathers continue to parry in the hands, the body has secretly run the poisonous powers, the kind of sucking force began to pass to the soul-splitting blade.

Hey!

Once again, the weapons collided. This time, the night feathers weakened and weakened. Instead of picking up the sword, it just happened to be a parry.

Qiu Sheng’s eyes were a joy, thinking that the night feathers were weak and they began to exhaust themselves.

But without letting him smile, he was shocked to find that his weapon was stuck by the other side! Not only that, but through the sword also sent a suction, seems to want to engulf the spiritual power of their own body.

And the surprise of the night feathers brought him more than that.

Boom!

Holding down the weapons of Qiu Sheng, the night feathers slammed the palm of his hand, and a group of purple Lei Yan suddenly slammed into Qiu Sheng.

Purple Lei Yan has no heat in the white cold package.