Chapter 39: Killing the purple son (on)

"...Knife Shenzong will not let you go!"

"You will die without a place to die, not to die..."

In the woods, the sword flutters like a beautiful white light, dazzling and glaring, and ruthlessly falls on two white knives, Shen Zong disciples, as if they were cut on two pieces of wood, they were killed on the spot.

Hearing the sound from the system, Lin Fei spit out a suffocating sigh, and the black slashing knife erected. The squid groped out of the corpse on the corpse, took out the medicinal herbs in the bottle, swallowed it, and had a slightly pale complexion. , a lot of recovery in an instant.

"This should be the twenty-eighth knife sect of the slain!"

In the two days, Lin Fei was like a ghost, and he specialized in hunting and killing the sacred disciple. With the wind body method and the knives of the knives, he unconsciously accumulated the number to twenty-eight people. In other words, he offered no less than three. Ten white jade remedies for the remedy.

"With the help of Bai Yudan, my injury has recovered seven or eighty-eight. It is a pity that I can't meet that bully. There must be many good things in that guy!"

Many days to kill the knife Shenzong disciple, Lin Fei search for treasures seems to be a habit, not to remember the purple son.

If there is not that old and undead, Lin Fei really does not mind to kill the purple son, do not doubt whether there is such a determination.

"Forget it, people must be content with enough, the trip to the Blackwater Mountains, get the black knives, and improve the strength, better than expected, leaving more than a month, just can continue to practice, maybe can be promoted to the martial arts seven day."

.........

Throwing two bodies, Lin flies to one of the directions and goes to hunt and kill the knife **** disciple. He will recover the injury first and then say, after all, one more strength and one more fighting power.

A hundred miles away, the original Lin Fei's body shape suddenly stopped, his face could not be changed slightly, his eyes drifted, full of jealous colors.

"You are the gang of the little thief!"

At this time, Lin Fei was in front of a hundred feet, a young purple son, standing in the tree, and his faceless expression locked in Lin Fei of the black robe.

The person standing in the tree is Cheng Shaowen, the son of the knife god.

Cheng Shaowen agreed with Wen Shu's opinion, so the search team was fully recovered, causing a search in a region, and he was in the region, once the error occurred, the first time I received the news.

Unexpectedly, this is only two days, Cheng Shaowen finally caught the thief's accomplices.

Lin Fei and the previous look did not change, the only back with a long knife, causing Cheng Shaowen to identify the other is a thief's accomplices.

"The thief's accomplice? It seems that this guy is wrong."

Lin Fei is dark, his brain is turning, and he immediately understands what is going on. "The old things that are not dead should not be here, save a big trouble. Although this guy is the strength of the martial arts, I am not without the possibility of victory. Strategy should be able to kill each other."

If it was ten days ago, when encountering a Cheng Shaowen, Lin Fei did not have this confidence.

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"No matter who you are, hand over your accomplices. If you are in a hurry, this son will leave you a whole body!"

A small martial arts six-day boy, Cheng Shaowen did not put it in his heart, as if he was condescending to sentence someone to death, he is a master of martial arts.

"Leave you paralyzed!"

Lin Fei smashed his mouth, his toes were a little bit, and he started with the wind body. The black knives fell on his hands. When the air was empty, the three knives went out, and the three sturdy knives were not seen before and after.

Although I don't understand why the purple boy didn't shoot, Lin Fei was not an ignorant person. He obviously felt that the other party's momentum was improving. In other words, it was gaining momentum and letting him lose without fighting.

Master battle, any detail can determine success or failure.

Lin Fei has heard everything, even if the purple boy is not the case, here is not a long-term place, once the old things do not appear, that is the real danger.

As for turning around, Lin Fei will not be so stupid.

The master of the Seventh Heaven of the martial arts, from the moment when Lin Fei appeared, if there was no murder, he would not be locked on him all the time. If he left, I believe that the opponent’s knife is not vegetarian, and he will kill himself in the first time. Exposing the rear, it will definitely die.

Only one battle!

Lin Fei is also very interested. He has an upgrade system. It is a coincidence that he swallowed the red fruit. Although he has not refined the essence of the Chiyang Magic Monkey, it is a day and a second.

In the last game, Lin Fei will understand how much the gap between himself and the genius of the martial arts is seven days.

......

Holding this idea, Lin Fei took the lead.

Three knives, but it is to interrupt the other side's momentum, not let the other side oppress themselves to fight, as to kill each other, Lin Fei will not be stupid to think.

The martial arts seven-day master, really want to kill so much, it is equivalent to the Chinese cabbage, who will go to practice hard.

"The area is knife-knife, but also the injured son!"

Cheng Shaowen really wants to use the momentum to overwhelm the other side. The master usually likes to use this trick. The thief of the six-day martial arts is just a mysterious condensate, and it can be awesome.

"broken!"

Cheng Shaowen did not move, coldly screamed, his sleeves glimpsed, facing three knives, raising his hand was three knives.

Xuanqi condensation, palm knife.

Not a powerful attack.

Cheng Shaowen, who came from the Seventh Heaven of Wudao, had a burning wave in the palm of his hand, and the air seemed to be evaporated.

Three knives on the three knives!

Rumble!

In front of them, they suddenly became a vortex of knives. If someone is there, it will definitely be killed in the first time.

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"Your palm knife is just that!"

Lin Fei has three knives, and he is a temptation. He uses black knives to display his power. He is superior to ordinary weapons in his power. The knives contain a sharp knife and knives to enhance the attack power.

"A very good purple son, the palm knife contains a live fire system, this person should cultivate the fire system of the mysterious power, even with a knife to open my knife, it is really worthy of the knife gods!"

This is so far, Lin Fei meets the second master, the first one is the old thing.

When Lin Fei was surprised, Cheng Shaowen’s heart was equally turbulent.

The three-pointed knives are not a single knives, but are integrated into the scorching sun. The attack has a burning effect. Once it invades into the body, it burns the meridians, and burns the internal organs, fighting for one, and going to two or three.

"It is true that there are some twenty-eight disciples who can kill us." If you think that you can escape from this son, then you will be very wrong."

Chen Shaowen sneered and flew down from the tree. "The battle has just begun!"

"Flame Knife!"

Cheng Shaowen, who flew down, his hands like a knife, a note of a palm knife, swept like a fallen leaf.

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