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Three hundred and fortieth chapters do not say

Damn it!

Seeing this whip fall, Yue Feng was stunned!

What's going on? This girl is only about 20 years old, but she's...a second-level martial arts saint?!

That’s right, he’s a second-level martial saint!

Yue Feng was completely dumbfounded. He was now a fourth-level Martial Lord. To reach this level, he had to work hard and endure many dangers. But this girl in front of him was actually a second-level Martial Saint?

Yue Feng seemed to be dazzled and quickly dodged the whip and said to Er Qing: "Beauty, we have no grudges, what are you doing?"

I have never offended her. The whip just now was obviously aimed at my life! If I hadn't dodged it, wouldn't I have been whipped to death?!

"You don't need to know that much. All you need to know is that today next year will be the anniversary of your death." Er Qing said coldly and whipped her again!

Buzz!

This whip is even harder than before!

"Beauty, you have to give me a reason why you want to kill me!" Yue Feng let out a long sigh of relief.

But Er Qing ignored him at all, and pulled out the whip in her hand, each time trying harder!

Damn, is there something wrong?

Yue Feng lost his patience, summoned the blood-drinking sword with his backhand, and faced him directly!

Damn it, isn't this a bit bullying? You don't say a word, but you just come up and kill me?

"Clang clang clang!"

The blood-drinking sword and the whip kept colliding, making crisp sounds.

At first, Erqing didn't even look at Yue Feng, she just thought that two whips could knock him down. But after just a few fights, she felt something was wrong!

What's going on? Although this Yue Feng is only a fourth-level Wuhou, but every time he stabs with a sword, his internal energy is pure, and he doesn't even have the slightest advantage!

how so?!

"Chi!"

Another sword stabbed at her. Er Qing moved her body slightly to avoid the blow. Her face was also covered with frost!

I, a second-level Martial Saint, actually fought against this fourth-level Martial Lord for more than 50 rounds and failed to gain the upper hand! This is simply a shame!

"Buzz!"

Another whip was thrown out, forcing Yue Feng back. Er Qingyu raised her hand, and saw three plum blossoms appearing in her hand!

These three plum blossoms were obviously shaped by internal force, spinning rapidly in the air! It was exactly the skill she had just learned, the Three Plum Blossoms!

Yue Feng was shocked! He could see that this skill was absolutely terrifying!

At that time, I had to use the Nine Dragons to rise to the sky to resist. I raised my hands and the nine dragons roared out!

"boom!"

Blinking his eyes, Kowloon ascended to the sky and plum blossom three lanes collided, only to hear a loud noise, and there was dust for miles around!

"Wow!"

Yue Feng spit out two mouthfuls of blood. This collision of skills, he finally

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