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Meng Fan devoted himself to the duel with Yuan Xing, waving his spear happily, and the sound of jingling critical strikes continued to come.

"It turns out that one force will be reduced by ten times, so you need to release the force like this. It turns out that the force can be dispersed by a light move along the opponent's attack trajectory. It turns out that the linkage between the arm and wrist can enhance the strength of the attack..."

Meng Fan's steps seem to be confused, but in fact they all follow a wonderful rhythm. Just like the choice of drunken fist, it seems that his steps are messy, but in fact they imply the rules.

Yuan Xing was both shocked and angry. The person in front of him was clearly practicing his marksmanship.

"puff!"

Just as Yuan Xing was distracted, the silver spear broke through his big stick and stabbed hard on his left shoulder, leaving a blood hole.

"Ah!" Yuan Xing shouted, his heart was already confused at this moment. The more he was panicked, the less order he made, the more he was, the more he was doing it. It was like a gorilla waving a big stick there randomly.

"puff!"

The second shot broke through his defense and cut his left wrist. Then the face, neck, collarbone, elbow joint, wrist, finger bone, rib, back heart, waist, hips, legs, ankles were almost all attacked by the spear. Some were just scratched a little flesh, and some were directly pierced and left a blood hole.

He was panicked, completely panicked, no longer had the same impulse as before, and now he was just thinking about how to survive.

"Brother, save..."

Before he could make a sound, he felt a chill in his neck, and then a bloodline burst out.

"Save...Save...I..."

Yuan Xing fell to the ground with a "thump", and a bloody mouth was cut on his neck. The bright red blood gushed out from it wildly, and instantly dyed the earth red.

Meng Fan turned to look at Qiu Dao and found that he was not angry, nor did he feel as sad as his brother died when he died. He just looked at the two corpses on the ground calmly.

After a while, he spoke, "I am worthy of being the one who dares to challenge the city lord. My strength has not disappointed me. But it's a pity that if you have this little strength, then you can still commit suicide. Don't waste my energy."

Meng Fan sneered: "Are you sure you will be able to take me?"

I spent several days with Qiu Dao but never saw him appear once, so I didn't know his strength. But there is no doubt that among the four people, his strength is the strongest, otherwise it would not be enough to be respected by the other three people as the leader.

Qiu Dao grinned and smiled, "Hehe, I have seen your tricks and routines, but you haven't understood my strength yet, and I don't even know what kind of sword technique I use. After a while, who do you think has the advantage?"

Meng Fan now figured out why Qiu Dao watched his two brothers being killed without any hesitation. He initially treated them as human targets to test Meng Fan. After he had learned everything about Meng Fan, he would make another move and kill with one blow.

"What a vicious person." Meng Fan said coldly.

At this moment, Qiu Dao moved and turned into a shadow and rushed over. He had not yet drawn the knife, but his palms and soles were like sharp blades. The palm suddenly turned into sharp claws and jumped suddenly, with a flash of speed and swooping towards Meng Fan.

With this pounce, Meng Fan felt as if he was being targeted by an extremely ferocious beast. The evil wind came towards him, as if the tiger roared on the hill. This momentum was not possessed by Zhou Jian and Yuan Xing, and it was definitely the trick that Qiu Dao learned through his life and death experience.

Dragon patterns appeared behind Meng Fan, and dragon patterns were wrapped around him, and dragon patterns appeared on his arms and thighs. At the same time, his footsteps moved, like the Yangtze River hanging upside down, the dragon went out to the sea, and the waves were like thunder.

"roar!"

With just one collision between the two, Meng Fan knew that the other party's punch was really not weak, and his strength was comparable to his dragon's circumference.

"What move is this?" Meng Fan couldn't help but be shocked.

Qiu Dao raised his lips, as if he could see Meng Fan's surprise, and said coldly: "My move is called Fengsha Guihu Jue, which is the first-class physical refining technique of the Sword Sect."

"What I didn't expect was that the body refining technique you practiced could actually fight against the Wind Demon Ghost Tiger Skill. Hehe, it seems that there are many secrets on you. But it doesn't matter. After I kill you, these will belong to me."

Meng Fan then realized that Qiu Dao was an abandoned disciple of the Sword Sect. He had studied in the Sword Sect and mastered some advanced magical powers. It is reasonable to say that spells.

"Senior brother, I am worthy of being a disciple of the Sword Sect." Meng Fan deliberately poked his pain points.

Unexpectedly, Qiu Dao was not angry, but laughed and said, "Hahaha, now, I'm not afraid to tell you. It was not the senior leaders of the Sword Sect who kicked me out, but I took the initiative to leave the Sword Sect. Do you know why? Hahaha, because I know the secret of the Sword Sect, I know the secret of why the Sword Sect can last forever."

Qiu Dao smiled fiercely and said almost crazy: "I sold this secret to several major families in the imperial city and made a fortune. Hahaha, sooner or later, the Sword Sect will break out of a great disaster, a great disaster that will be a great disaster."

Meng Fan had no idea what the other party was saying, but what he understood was that several major families wanted to deal with the Sword Sect, and cracks had already appeared inside the Sword Sect, and the personnel were disloyal and destined.

"Traitor." Meng Fan cursed.

In recent hundreds of years, the contributions made by the Sword Sect to the human race are obvious to everyone. It can be said that if the Sword Sect collapses, the human race will be divided up by foreign races. Qiu Dao completely ignored the safety of the human race and secretly leaked the Sword Sect, which is equivalent to destroying the stability of the human race. Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to call him a traitor.

"Hahaha! When I become stronger, I can't go anywhere. Even the demon clan will respect me and have a place for me." Qiu Dao smiled madly.

Meng Fan's face was cold. He had nothing to say about such a human traitor, only one word - kill!

The dragon pattern flashed and punched the other side. A low dragon roar could be heard in the valley. "Roar!" The dragon's power broke out in the body, and it formed a dragon head around his fist, rushing and surging!

Qiu Dao only felt that Meng Fan's power was extremely powerful, several times stronger than before. He defeated himself like a destruction. Before he could fully react, he was knocked away by Meng Fan's punch.

Just as he was blown away, his feet were kicking towards Meng Fan's chest. His soles were like tiger claws, extremely sharp. With a "swish", they tore Meng Fan's clothes and almost broke his stomach.

At the same time, it stretched right behind and took off the big knife, and slashed it in the air with the power of rotation.

Meng Fan's eyes flashed, and he lifted the Ming King's spear upwards, trying to block Qiu Dao's move.

"Thorn!"

The big sword collided with the Ming Dynasty's spear, and it was evenly matched.

"The big sword in him is also a cultivator-level weapon!" Meng Fan was frightened. This pair kept refreshing his judgment of him, first it was a high-level body refining technique that matched the dragon's body circumcision, and then a sword that was comparable to the Ming Dynasty's spear. Who knows if he has more trump cards?

"Looking at your appearance, I seem to be surprised." Qiu Dao stood leaning against the knife and stared at Meng Fan with a smile.
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