Yan Qingrui looked a little passive when she faced the sword empty-handed, but on the eighth move, a silver light suddenly appeared in her hand, as if the starlight in the sky was pouring out from her hand.

In the silver light, the man in black exclaimed in surprise, and the two of them separated with a touch.

I saw a light sniff, but the man in black's sword was cut off by the silver light and fell to the ground. Then, there was another dull bang.

The man in black took three steps back, looked at Yan Qingrui in surprise, and said in surprise: "You...you are..."

Yan Qingrui looked at the Silver Moon Dagger in her hand. The dagger fell into the hands of the man in black for a while, and now it finally returned to the original owner.

After saying these three words, the man in black saw the sarcastic smile on the corner of Yan Qingrui's lips that seemed to be mocking, not mocking, not mocking, not mocking, and was shocked. He touched his boots, but he felt empty.

He thought the black boy was the silver-faced woman, so he blurted out, but at this moment it turned out that the black boy had taken the silver moon dagger from him.

Not only that, he was caught off guard and suddenly was attacked by the silver light, and his heart was shocked, and he was so embarrassed that he was hiding. Moreover, the long sword in his hand was cut off by two-thirds of the silver moon dagger in the black boy's hand, becoming as long as the silver moon dagger.

In the fierce battle, under his step by step, in his sword curtain light net, what technique did this black boy use to remove the silver moon dagger from his body without any idea?

When he suddenly used it, the black boy suffered a great loss. At this moment, the black boy suddenly used it, and he suffered a great loss.

The dull bang was nothing but the sound of the black boy panting on his stomach.

The black boy's body movement was too strange. He was clearly in front, suddenly behind, left, and suddenly on the right.

There was a colic on the place where he was kicked. The man in black suppressed the pain and stared at Yan Qingrui coldly.

He was careless. Although this black boy suffered a loss in his hands last time, it was entirely because of the Silver Moon Dagger. This person's skills are tricky and weird, flexible and changeable. Although his internal strength is not as strong as his, he is not weak either. How could he think that he is not as good as him because of the Huifeng Pavilion?

This black boy is so skilled in martial arts at such a young age. It seems that today he not only wants Feihong Order, but also his life!

Staying behind is a strong enemy, now it is so great. How can she be so good when she grows up? It is better to die immediately to prevent future troubles.

The murder and treasure hunting are nothing new.

The man in black threw the sword in his hand, reached out to pull it, and a white light shone in front of the sunlight, shining brightly.

There was a soft sword wrapped around his waist.

This soft sword is usually wrapped around the waist like a belt, but it can kill the enemy when facing the enemy, which is really hard to defend.

At this moment, he knew that the silver moon dagger in Yan Qingrui's hand cut iron like mud, and the half-cut sword he had already been cut was definitely difficult to kill him, so he used the soft sword at his waist.

Yan Qingrui narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at him proudly. She did not ignore the deep and strong murderous intent in his eyes.

At this time, the man in black shook the soft sword, his sword body was straight, more than three feet long, and attacked Yan Qingrui.

The attack is different from when using the long sword before. The long sword is hard, while the soft sword is soft but sharp. If it is touched, it will inevitably be injured.
Chapter completed!