Feng Chaohai hurriedly retreated, and the iron sword fragments in front of him flew over. His pupils condensed, and then his body flashed quickly. Seven or eight pieces of iron were covered. Feng Chaohai avoided in an extremely strange posture.

He Sheng was a little amazed when he saw this scene. If it were him, such a rapid fragment of the iron sword would probably be difficult to avoid one. At such a close distance, it was faster than a bullet, and only a seventh-level celestial master like Feng Chaohai could react.

But what He Sheng admired even more was that Brother Death actually made Feng Chaohai look popular.

On Feng Chaohai's right foot, a bloody wound was bleeding, and his pants were broken.

Brother Death stood up from the ground with difficulty with the iron sword, and was kicked by Feng Chaohai on his knee. Even though Brother Death was strong, this kick kicked his kneecap misplaced.

"I'm very curious, what strength are you?" Feng Chaohai narrowed his eyes and looked at He Shi and asked softly.

"I don't know." He He looked cold and held the sword in his left hand in his right hand.

"I don't know? Hey, it's really interesting..." Feng Chaohai smiled jokingly: "But you are really strong. If I guess well, sword is your martial art, right?"

"Yes." He He replied honestly.

"No wonder you were going to run that night. The sword in your hand was easy to break. This is the seventh sword, right? If your sword is broken, you will be like an ant in my hand!" A cold look flashed in Feng Chaohai's eyes.

Faced with Feng Chaohai's ridicule, He He almost had no expression. Under Feng Chaohai's attention, He He once again stretched his left hand to his back and drew his sword.

Holding a sword in both hands, with extraordinary demeanor.

Even He Sheng noticed the strong aura of He He's body at this moment.

Long ago, He Sheng was surprised at what strength He Shi was, but now he was even more surprised because even Feng Chaohai couldn't see what strength He Shi was.

Feng Chaohai frowned. He Shi had already held a sword in both hands just now. When He Shi had two swords in his hand, he didn't dare to fight He Shi head-on, and kept avoiding He Shi's sword, because Feng Chaohai knew very well that He Shi's sword was majestic. Once he was hit by a sword, he might be seriously injured.

Suddenly, He He stomped his right foot on the ground with a force, and his body soared up as light as a swallow. The sword in his hands kept waving in the air, and the sword shadows flashed, and no one could see clearly the reality.

Feng Chaohai retreated again. At the seventh level of the Tianshi, he was almost without any tricks when facing He He He who was holding the sword.

But Feng Chaohai had realized that the sword in this guy's hand was extremely easy to break, and in this way, this guy could not use all his strength, because his true energy and the sword in his hand could not support it!

He Sheng, standing behind He He, sat on a stone, lit a cigarette, and watched the two fight like watching a show.

He Sheng is not a fool. He knew very well that the two of them were definitely not able to intervene. The seventh-level Heavenly Master's punch was enough to break half of his bones. If he had a sneak attack, he would be the one who was unlucky in the end.

Therefore, He Sheng could only watch from a distance.

Of course, if there is really a chance, He Sheng will still take action. Or if the Death Brother can't beat him, he will find a way to take the Death Brother away.

The two fought again. After three moves, Feng Chaohai took the initiative to retreat to the side, and the two swords in He Shi's hand broke again.

He He didn't say anything, he pulled out two iron swords again and fought with Feng Chaohai in close combat.

After dozens of moves, Feng Chaohai's hands appeared in wounds, his clothes on his chest were also cut, and a thin blood mark appeared on his chest, but He Shen was safe and sound!

He Sheng realized that Feng Chaohai was dragging time, and he was waiting for all the swords in Brother Death's hand to be broken!

And these ten moves consumed several swords of Death Brother.

It is completely impossible to hold on like this. If Brother Dee has no sword in his hand, his strength will inevitably be greatly reduced.

Moreover, Feng Chaohai, who is a seventh-level heavenly master, has not used his skills yet.

The martial arts will become stronger and stronger as the practitioner becomes stronger. The seventh level of the Heavenly Master will definitely be so terrifying.

But Brother Dead just now admitted that the sword is his martial arts.

And his other skill is tracking.

"Brother Death, don't fight him head-on. Find a way to force him out! Use your strongest sword move!" He Sheng opened his throat and shouted at He He He.

He heard He Sheng's shouting, He He's expression froze, he immediately took two steps back, and distanced himself from Feng Chaohai.

The sword in He He Shi's hand was trembling. As expected, one second later, the two swords in his hand shattered at the same time.

"Hmph! He, don't think too naively. Although I can't resist his sword skills, I won't force my skills out. As long as I dragged them until all his swords are broken, you two will definitely die!" Feng Chaohai glanced at He Sheng.

Although Feng Chaohai had many wounds on his body, he was smiling wildly at this moment.

After being ridiculous, Feng Chaohai suddenly thought of something and stared at He Sheng tightly.

"Boy, don't run away if you have the ability. When I get rid of him, it will be your turn next!" Feng Chaohai was very worried that He Sheng would run away at this time. If the man using the sword in front of him forced himself to keep him, he had no time to care about He Sheng before his sword was broken. At this time, He Sheng could completely run away.

He Sheng smiled and replied, "Don't worry, I won't run away. If you can kill my brother, I don't have to do it. I'll kill you for suicide!"

If He Dee dies, then this game is a dead game. Even if He Sheng knows five kinds of martial arts, he will definitely die.

Therefore, if He Shi could not beat Feng Chaohai, then He Sheng did not plan to run away.

"He Sheng."

He He on the right turned his head, looked at He Sheng with a calm expression, and shouted at He Sheng.

He Sheng was stunned and looked at He Shi in confusion.

He He asked calmly, "I have another martial art, do I use it?"

He Sheng was stunned when he heard this, and a strange color appeared in his eyes.

With He He's character, he usually takes the initiative to ask for his own opinions, which means that the matter is quite serious.

He Sheng hesitated for a moment, then replied: "Use!"

"After using it, I can't fight anymore." He He said.

"It's okay, I'm going to die together!" He Sheng shouted at the top of his throat.

"Okay." He Shen nodded.

During the conversation between the two, He He's voice was calm, his eyes were calm, and even his movements were terrifyingly slow. He Sheng could vaguely feel that He He had an indescribable temperament on his body that could not be described in words.

bass!

The sound of drawing the sword was particularly harsh, and the sharp weapon slid on the metal, and the sound was full of solemnity.

He He held the sword with both hands, and held the hilt in the middle with both hands and hands. His posture was extremely strange.

He Sheng, who saw this scene from the side, couldn't help but squint the corner of his mouth, and there was a little expectation in his eyes.

At this time, He He suddenly withdrew his power, as if he had thought of something, turned his head and looked at He Sheng who was seven or eight steps away, with a calm tone.

"You retreat a little, ten steps away from me."
Chapter completed!