"They are Khitans!"

Fu Jingtao frowned slightly. The Khitan was the mortal enemy of the Song Dynasty and was most afraid of the prosperity of the Central Plains dynasty. This time, he was unwilling to be lonely and secretly sent the masters to cause trouble. Is it to stir up a dispute between Shu and the Song Dynasty? Or have other intentions?

He knew that his companions had limited combat power. If they were caught in a full-scale melee, at least half of them would splatter blood on the spot. Don't expect the enemy to show mercy! The young man in yellow was mostly Khitan nobles, and he looked arrogant and arrogant, just to catch his recklessness.

His behavior gave a fatal blow. He shouted: "Lao Wu, help me!"

Qiao Hui said knowingly: "No problem!" The two brothers have been together for many years, and there is no need to say too much. A strong enemy must succeed in facing each other and cannot tolerate any mistakes. He felt the weight and temperature of the flying knife in his hand, and was nervous.

His emotions suddenly relaxed, his consciousness extended, and all the winds and movements around him were projected into his mind, just like a bead of wisdom holding.

At this moment, the knife intent left by the statue of Guanyin Master flowed through his heart, and the seemingly messy lines were clearly presented, showing indescribable mystery.

The little ancient flying knife is indeed a false one.

How could this great reputation be boasted? Where the blade falls, the evil demons can be given the head, so no one can resist it!

Today, he vows to reappear the style of the flying knife!

The young man in yellow saw that the boys remained motionless like a reef, and there was no sign of panic escaping from his life. He flashed his surprise and laughed: "At a young age, you can be called a warrior of the Han people, but unfortunately you can't live.

It's tomorrow!"

Fu Jingtao raised his sword and pointed his opponent diagonally: "Since you took the initiative to give him a head, I'm accepting it with a smile!"

The young man in yellow was furious: "I'm not dry and I'm talking nonsense!" As he said that, he pulled out the precious sword behind him with his back hand. The sword's energy soared into the sky, and the sword light was like a green rainbow that penetrated the sun, which directly reflected the flowers in front of everyone. A rare hundred in the world are rare in the world.

Steel-making knife!

He naturally has a madness. Without strong skills and the spirit of killing enemies, how can he lead a group of unruly masters from the frontier? If the sword is unsheathed, he will drink the enemy's blood. Imagine that the heads are rolling for a while and do whatever he wants.

The picture was so excited that he trembled all over and shouted: "Apart from that little beauty, you all go to die!"

Fu Jingtao said coldly: "You are dreaming during the day!"

The young man in yellow smiled grimly, and then waved his knife several feet apart. The terrifying sword aura flew to death at a speed visible to the naked eye, like an angry dragon roaring, eager to tear him to pieces.

To be honest, seeing such a terrifying sword force, the other teenagers were sweating coldly. This is not a joke. If there is no strength to resist head-on, the enemy will be able to break the belly with one sword.

Fu Jingtao was not afraid or afraid, and snorted his wrist and fired his sword. The sword intent accumulated in his chest surged out with the sword style, covering the sky and rolling towards the enemy downwards. His sword simulated the Grand Master's Xuanyuan Sword, looking down on the crowd.

The demon blocked all directions, and the cold murderous aura reached the deepest part of the heart, making the other party feel desperate and powerless.

The sword intent surged, and the young man in yellow changed his color in horror. He felt that he was facing a hundred-foot giant and could not escape the fate of destruction no matter how hard he struggled. He was also a ruthless person. He knew that he would die if he retreated at this moment, and he could only turn forward.

Fate, the sword merged into one another and crashed into the most prosperous place of the sword light.

He bet that this young man could not control such advanced swordsmanship, and that he would probably scare people with empty auras. As long as he fought to the death, he would still have a great chance to break through.

The brave one wins when they meet on a narrow road.

What's more, with the blessing of a treasure sword, it's no problem to cut off a mere enemy sword, so why bother to give in?

Fu Jingtao saw through his opponent's thoughts at first sight and sneered secretly. The sword suddenly accelerated midway. The tip of the sword stabbed the knife's spine. Each sword exuded a spiral energy, impacting the five fingers and wrists of the young man in yellow.

He will not let him fully exert the power of his swordsmanship.

I saw a sudden collision between human figures, and the sword lights shone together at the same time. With a loud bang, sand and stones flew, like thunder falling to the top of the slope.

That's now!

Qiao Hui, who was standing solemnly with his hands raised his hand, and the light of the knife disappeared.

The knife went away, and blood splattered.

The young man in yellow was trying hard to deal with the dazzling sword move. Suddenly, a palpitation came, and he instinctively turned sideways and flashed rapidly. With a puff, a flying knife had already appeared in his chest! Fortunately, he reacted very quickly, otherwise this one would have been the same one!

The flying knife was inserted into the center of the mouth and cut off the soul with one knife. Although it avoided the vital points, the flying knife still pierced through the chest, blocking his breathing and dying his true energy was not smooth.

Fu Jingtao took the opportunity to go straight in, slid his left palm and pressed his opponent's chest with a bang. He had known that Qiao Hui's flying knife would severely damage his opponent in time, and his palm condensed his internal force and did not hesitate to take action.

How could the young man in yellow blocked the heavy blow of Qiandian palms in the angry sea? His sternum was broken, blood was gushing from his mouth and nose, and his sword was out of his hand, flying high like a broken kite and falling.

Just one encounter, life and death have been separated.

The Khitan men were both terrified and could not believe everything in front of them. Because the speed of the flying knife was too fast, they could not catch the trajectory of the flying knife. They thought that their leader was easily killed by Fu Jingtao, and everyone was frightened.

Especially with the domineering sword intent still filling the air, they did not dare to have the idea of ​​revenge. They snatched the body of the young man in yellow, ran away, and soon disappeared into the woods.

When the enemy comes, it is like a pack of wolves, when it leaves, it is like a strong wind, leaving a lingering sound.

The young men had already made plans to fight hard, but the battle ended at the beginning, and they couldn't even get the chance to take action! Shen Fenghua said depressedly: "Senior Brother Fu, can you be gentle next time, don't make the enemy

Frightened?"

Fu Jingtao laughed, but did not explain that his head skills should belong to Qiao Hui, and said, "Next time, you will take the lead, I won't compete with you." Qiao Hui's secret technique of flying swords has not yet been completed, and it is only one day that he can keep it secret for the time being.

It is not advisable to make a big fuss. If the Khitans take revenge later, he will continue.

Shen Fenghua shook his head and said, "Where is the next time? Look, Master Hu and the others are here!"

Looking from a high place, Hu Zhijun and others were flying around the trees to rush to the nearby murderers who dared to come and die? For the young men, today's battle has come to an end.

Fu Jingtao picked up the precious sword on the ground, glanced at it twice, and praised: "Sharp and tough, with hair blowing and broken hair, it's indeed a good knife!"

Qiao Hui smiled and said, "If this knife is sold, it will be worth at least ten thousand taels of silver!"

Fu Jingtao laughed and scolded, "Vulgar, so vulgar!" He looked at Wu Dong with envious faces and threw it casually. The sword drew an arc and landed in front of Wu Dong, "This knife is given to you!"

Wu Dong was shocked and quickly refused: "No! I can't..."

Fu Jingtao interrupted: "You and my fifth junior brother have a life-long friendship, so they are my brothers. Since they are brothers, don't say much if you are polite. Take the knife, take it!"
Chapter completed!