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Fortunately, when he first came, he didn't look down on her a little bit, otherwise it must be very tricky now.

Leng Qingming had a few tricks against him, and the expression on his face had always been very solemn.

Although his internal strength is better than him, he does not have any practical experience, and he is still at a disadvantage compared with the experienced Jiang Tianyang.

Now, I can only fight with him by relying on my various sword moves.

In fact, when I think about it before, when I compared it with Ye Tianya, it was actually a trick.

It’s really cool to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger.

People from the Heavenly Sword Gate rarely go out to compete with others, so there are very few people who have actually seen the Heavenly Sword Gate's sword moves.

After such a few days, Leng Qingming was also proficient in this swordsmanship, although she entered the interface of martial arts for the first time.

However, she is not the deserted and uninspired person. After all, she has traveled through so many plots. She can still detect this point.

Leng Qingming used the deepest trick among the swordsmanship to bloom thousands of pears.

The name of this sword move is very beautiful.

Her sword strokes were impervious to the wind before, but now they are even more detailed, making people unable to breathe.

I used it one by one, and the deserted tip of the sword was in the air, pulling out flowers one after another.

Those sword flowers bloom gorgeously.

Jiang Tianyang also felt the power in it. His steps gradually stagnated, and every step forward became particularly difficult.

As soon as he felt this, his brows began to frown, his eyes showed a fierce look, and finally he just stood there, motionless.

Both hands, already started to go down, dripping with black liquid.

When Leng Qingming quickly rushed in front of him, his hands also began to carve some marks in the air in front of him. Those marks were strange and inexplicable pictures.

But in the next second, those marks became bright and dark again.

Lonely Qingming's figure was only slightly stagnant, and then directly pierced towards his face.

The flickering mark has become weaker and weaker.

Just when those marks were about to disappear, the deserted sword had already pierced the center of his eyebrows.

It's strange to say that when it pierced his eyebrows, the light black marks around him gradually disappeared.

Leng Qingming had just discovered that his hall was dark, and felt that there must be clues.

Looking at it this way now, it really is.

As soon as the sharp tip of the sword was pulled out, Jiang Tianyang fell down.

The stunned body is like a statue.

It fell down with a bang.

When he fell, his body continued to spread, and the ink was dark blood all day.

Jiang Tianyang is dead.

Leng Qingming stood there panting, looking at Jiang Tianyang's fallen body, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

it is finally over! ! !

When he first fought with Jiang Tianyang, he felt the aura on Jiang Tianyang, which made people feel very dark.

Fortunately, all of this is over.

Leng Qingming took a deep breath, it was over!

At this time, in the sky, some snowflakes floated up one after another.

After a while, Jiang Tianyang, who was lying on the ground, was already stained with a layer of snowflakes.