Meng Yi flashed more than ten meters, his eyes fell on the long knife, and the masked man with a long knife.

As for the wound in his left arm, since the injury began, Meng Yi did not look at it, as if he was injured is not his body.

This kind of wound is already a common practice for the officers of the law enforcement team. Even the wounds caused by the usual training are much more serious than this.

"You are the speed of the tortoise, I advise you to go down as soon as possible, save the injury, the collapse of the Nanchang Conference, but you don't have to be responsible!" The masked man's mouth is "persuasive", the wrist is twisted, the one-person high knife He was easily put in his hands, and the blade pointed to Meng Yi.

"Is it……"

Meng Yi eyes glanced, the blood and murderousness around the body was recovered, and the momentum of the whole person improved a grade!

Everyone has a flower in front of him, and the figure of Meng Yi has disappeared from the place, and the slight rustling sound is released from the ring.

"Well?" The masked man caught the action of Meng Yi, and his bare eyebrows glanced at the outside, and the surprise in his eyes flashed. Obviously, Meng Yi’s speed is now beyond his expectations.

The Xuanyun Valley attack has always been known for its speed, which can make the masked man surprised, and it is now that the speed of Mengyi is fast!

Hey! Meng Yi's scimitar and the masked man's long knife collided together, and the two men burst into a killing at the same time.

In the audience.

The Nanyang Temple is also paying attention to the duel in the field. The old man looked at Meng Yi again. "This person is not simple. He is fighting with the title of Nanchang's first fast knife. not simple."

Nanyang Ze looked at Meng Yi’s body and looked at it with a sigh of relief. This time, he did not refute the old man’s words.

The battles between Meng Yi and Xuan Zhan Tian are somewhat beyond the expectations of others. Other spirits come to power. In order to save the spiritual power to cope with the following games, most of them are separated by a few moves, and then they fight twice.

But Meng Yi and Xuan Zhan Tian are all fighting, fighting like swords and swords! This kind of fighting and fighting has always been under a high level of tension, and it is extremely energy-consuming and does not have to bear the burden of mental power.

Both sides are the realm of mysterious spirits. Whoever first appears to be leaking, I am afraid that it will become the soul of the other party.

The most surprising thing is that Xuan Zhantian, he is the first fast knife in Nanchang. Before he took the stage, he did not think that some of the peers in the realm of Xuan Ling could compete with himself!

Hey!

The long knife was pulled horizontally, and the figure that was wrapped together was separated. On the arm of Meng Yi, there was another wound.

Meng Yi tiptoe, the figure floated back ten meters, just landed, the violent spirit wind rolled over, Meng Yi's clothes cracked a dozen or so mouth, although did not hurt Meng Yi itself, but the broken clothes are also speechless Tell everyone, just the danger of fighting.

Especially in the chest, abdomen and two ribs, the clothes have become rags. If Meng Yi has just slowed down, the consequences can be imagined.

"The strength is good, there is no interest in joining Xuanyun Valley." Xuan Zhantian looked at Meng Yi, and actually began to recruit.

Meng Yi still did not answer, his left hand slowly lifted up and buckled on his shoulder.

With a bang, Meng Yi pulled off the broken shirt, and the body full of scars was exposed in the sun. The scar on the road could not help but breathe.

The eyes of Xuan Zhantian are also shrinking for a while. When I saw the scars on Meng Yi’s body, I suddenly flashed four words in the mind and the sea.

"It seems that you have to stop with me."