??? Take out the jade bottle from your pocket, pour out some beauty cream and apply it to the wound!

The cold feeling made him grin again.

Although he was injured, the result was very satisfying.

No matter what, the other party died at his own hands.

Beichen's sword flows?

In my hands of Qin Buer, that is a spicy chicken!

Putting the jade bottle back into his pocket, Qin Buer stood up, walked to Qianye Liufeng's side, picked his right foot, and the samurai sword came into his hands.

He raised the samurai sword and was about to check it out.

Suddenly, Qin Buer's face changed in horror.

A life-and-death crisis appeared out of thin air, covering him, making him feel like he was falling into an ice cellar!

There is danger!

Without thinking, Qin Buer suddenly turned around and blocked the samurai sword in his hand.

clang!

The sound of gold and iron collision suddenly came out!

A surging force came from the samurai sword in his hand. Even Qin Buer couldn't bear it and took five or six steps back to stabilize his body.

He raised his head with horror on his face and saw the left-handed knife.

It's indeed a left-handed knife.

He is here!

Under the bright moonlight, Qin Buer clearly saw that the left-hand knife was dressed exactly the same as before.

The one-handed black knife was shining with a heart-pounding light under the moonlight.

He stood here quietly, looking at Qin Buer quietly. This calm gaze made Qin Buer stand up all his hair.

If the person who fears Qin Buer the most is the left-hand knife in front of him.

Even the Sword Saint Gu Xicheng did not make Qin Buer so afraid.

This left-handed knife can't even remember how many times he attacked him.

He was very sure that this old guy really wanted to kill him.

Moreover, what angered Qin Buer the most was that this old guy, as a powerful person with a strong mirror, attacked him repeatedly.

It is true that every time I attack you, and never once did I not attack you.

Fortunately, he reacted too quickly every time, otherwise Qin Buer wouldn't know how many times he had died.

I have to say that the left-hand knife is too insidious.

It does not match his identity as a master of breaking mirrors.

No matter how Qin Buer cursed this old thing in his heart, he still appeared.

When he appeared, Qin Buer fell into the ice cellar in his mood.

A master of broken mirrors!

Even if he is at the peak, he is not his opponent.

Even if you and the priest combined, you can't beat a powerful existence.

The last time it was Snow Girl who scared him away with her own weapon. What about this time?

Without Snow Girl and Uncle Qin, how can I deal with him? How can I escape under his hands?

He slightly turned his head and looked at the priest's side. Qin Buer saw the priest fighting fiercely with the white-clothed ninja.

It seems that the combat power of the white-clothed ninja and the priest is inconsistent.

It is estimated that it will be difficult to decide the winner in a short period of time!

But, how do you fight this old guy?

Qin Buer knew very well that no matter what method he used, he would never be able to defeat a powerful person with a broken mirror.

Even a broken mirror with one hand broken, he couldn't beat it.

Because I have tried it many times, and every time, I am abused by the other party.

If you are not careful, it will kill you.

Qin Buer didn't want to die, nor did he want to fight with the left-handed knife, but he couldn't escape.

It's just a waste of the whole universe.

This feeling of powerlessness made Qin Buer extremely desperate.

It seems that this time I will be gg Smida!

There is nothing I can do, I can only fight with him.

Qin Buer has never been a coward who retreats without fighting against a powerful enemy. After he found that he really had no second way to go, he chose to fight to the death with the left-handed sword without hesitation.

Even if you can't beat it, you still have to fight it.

But before the fight, Qin Buer decided to get angry with this old guy.

It's so sinister that it's shameless to attack me again and again!

"Left-handed knife, you are so shameless when you are old? I will attack me repeatedly and I will be so mad!" Qin Buer looked sarcastic and swear words opened.

Not afraid of being angry with the left hand knife.

I just don’t worry about you getting angry, why? Are you biting me?

The left-handed sword's face was still calm, but Qin Buer noticed that his eyes were cold.

At this moment, Qin Buer continued to say sarcastically: "A strong man with a broken mirror, it tastes good to be a lackey? I was really embarrassed by being instructed by a junior like Ji Rulong. No wonder my uncle Qin said that you are the one you look down on the most!"

"Do you want to die?" The left-handed knife finally spoke, his voice extremely hoarse.

"Yes, come and kill me!" Qin Buer said with a smile, his arrogant look on his face, which made people want to punch him to death.

The left-handed sword stopped talking, but there was a sudden resentment between his eyebrows, and a magnificent light shot out from his eyes.

How could he be so humiliated by a master of broken mirrors?

Just as the light burst into the eyes of the left hand knife, Qin Buer moved.

He stepped on his feet lightly, but it seemed to be under high pressure.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Buer's body turned into a missile and headed straight for the left-hand knife.

The so-called body shape is like an arrow, but it is nothing more than this.

Whoosh!

Qin Buer rushed out like a sharp arrow, and in an instant he came to the huge body. The samurai sword in his hand slashed towards the face of the left-hand knife.

He really took action and took the initiative to attack a powerful mirror-breaking man.

Still in the case of injury, I have to say that this guy got crazy and was so brave.

clang!

The left-handed knife did not retreat.

He raised the black knife and blocked it casually, blocking the slashed samurai sword with great accuracy.

On the other hand, Qin Buer felt a rebound force coming from the samurai sword, which made his hands numb.

Whoosh!

A blow was fruitless, and Qin Buer raised his leg and kicked the chest of the left hand knife.

To Qin Buer's surprise, the left-hand knife did not block or dodge.

So Qin Buer kicked the left hand knife in the chest without reservation.

But then, Qin Buer was kicked in the chest by the other party.

It's just a very simple kick.

There was no help, but just such a simple kick knocked Qin Buer away.

After landing, he staggered back more than ten steps before he stood firm.

"puff!"

Qin Buer only felt a stream of passionate blood coming out into his throat, and finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Qin Buer covered his chest, his face turned pale, as if he had been chopped a few times and was even more miserable. Cold sweat broke out from his forehead.

On the other hand, the left-handed knife still looked at Qin Buer. His face remained unchanged and his eyes were deep!

He took a step back and stood firm, like a striking iron, which was astonishing!

The right judgment is right!

It's simply not an opponent of the same level!

:.:
Chapter completed!