Nangong Yan swept Sima Jingxuan''s chest with a black iron fan in his hand. Sima Jingxuan leaned back. Although others had nothing to do, Nangong Yan cut off a strand of hair.

Nangong Yan stretched out his hand to catch his hair. A moment later, he threw it on the ground.

Sima Jing hung in his heart and trembled. On the surface, he pretended as if nothing had happened: "Nangong Yan, you have the most powerful weapon in the weapon spectrum, and I have nothing in my hand. It''s unfair."

Sima Jing showed him his empty hands. He said, "even if you win today, you must be criticized for being invincible."

Nangong Yan looked cold: "what''s none of my business if you don''t have weapons?"

Hearing their conversation, Qu jiuque smiled with his stomach in his hands.

"Ah, you know, your husband is really a clear stream in the fight world!" Qu jiuque said to Ji Qingxue with a smile.

Ji Qingxue nodded deeply. According to the general routine, he should not find a hand-lined weapon for Sima Jingxuan at this time, or he didn''t need a black iron fan himself.

As a result, people don''t play cards according to the routine at all.

That''s right. Sima Jingxuan doesn''t have weapons. What''s his business?

When watching martial arts novels, Ji Qing snow wanted to make complaints about something similar to Tucao.

It''s a duel of life and death. If your opponent has no weapons, you have to let him. Why? Is the brain funny?

Therefore, Ji Qingxue is very satisfied with nangongyan''s failure to make two mistakes.

Duel, about a gentleman.

At this time, Zheng Qi threw the knife in his hand to Sima Jingxuan: "Sir, take the knife!"

Nangong Yan looked cold. He suddenly jumped into the air, shook his fan and chopped hard at the knife.

The knife broke in two with a clank.

Nangong Yan''s feet stopped steadily on a bamboo and looked disdainfully at Sima''s mirror hanging.

Sima Jingxuan was mad at him. If Nangong Yan didn''t use a black iron fan, he could fight one of them.

But after he used the black iron fan, he was as helpful as God, and he was just barely able to resist.

Nangong Yanlian refused to give himself a weapon. It seems that he really wants his life today.

Sima Jing smiled and deliberately stimulated him: "are you afraid of me because you won''t even give me weapons?"

Nangong Yan didn''t see any ups and downs in his tone: "die!"

With that, Nangong Yan pointed his toes and attacked Sima Jing''s hanging face door.

Seeing this, the iron faced judge forcibly escaped from the entanglement of Xuanwei and threw his long knife to Sima Jingxuan: "Hall Lord!"

Sima Jing hung a somersault and held the long knife tightly in his hand to resist the attack of Nangong Yan.

Nangong Yan''s black iron fan cleaved down. Except for a crack, the long knife didn''t break in two on the spot.

Nangong Yan''s eyes flashed a trace of surprise, and then thin lips slowly spit out two words: "good."

Ji Qingxue was stunned. It took him a long time to react. He was praising that knife.

Ji Qingxue has a lump in his throat. Are you fighting now? Why do you have the leisure to boast that the other party''s weapons are good?

Sima Jing hung his backhand and waved the broadsword. Nangong Yan flew away directly. His eyes were cold.

Sima Jing hung a weapon and could finally deal with Nangong Yan with a big hand.

Sima Jingxuan directly caught up with him and cut off Nangong Yan''s head with a knife.

The black iron fan blocked the attack of the long knife.

Sima Jing hung and pressed down hard. Nangong Yan was half kneeling.

Ji Qingxue suddenly shouted, "ah Yan!"

Sima Jingxuan has a distorted pleasure in his eyes. He just wants to humiliate Nangong Yan in front of Ji Qingxue.

He asked Ji Qingxue to see clearly that the person she chose was just her own loser. She always chose the wrong one.

Nangong Yan glanced at Ji Qingxue and gave her a reassuring smile.

Ji Qingxue had to come forward to deal with Sima Jing''s suspension, but because of this smile, she retreated again.

Ji Qingxue held his hands tightly, "he''ll be fine."

I should believe him. He will never lose to Sima Jingxuan.

Then Nangong Yan took back his sight. He looked up at the ferocious Sima mirror hanging: "do you know why the black iron fan is called the first magic weapon?"

Sima Jing hung his teeth and his men kept trying: "no matter what magic weapon you use, you can''t save you today."

Nangong Yan drooped his eyes, and the fundus of his eyes radiated strange light.

There is a saying in the Jianghu: once the dark iron comes out, who will compete.

So far, there are no weapons that can show their authority in front of the black iron fan.

Although his Dao is very good, there are no weapons that can''t be solved in front of the black iron fan.

If so, use two black iron fans.

Nangong Yan raised his hand and pressed the fan, twisted it hard, and the black iron fan was immediately divided into two.

One of the long knives used to resist Sima Jing''s suspension fell into Nangong Yan''s hand.

Nangong Yan held another black iron fan and directly rowed to Sima''s mirror hanging chest.

Sima Jing''s eyes widened. Obviously, he didn''t expect the change in front of him.

It was his absence that made him unable to respond, and the black iron fan left a scar on his chest.

Blood stained his robes, Sima Jing hung over his chest and staggered for several steps.

Nangong Yan got up calmly, and the black iron fan in his hand was dripping blood.

Sima Jing hung his face pale and said, "it is worthy of being the first weapon in the Jianghu."

He shouldn''t be careless. If he hadn''t reacted in time, he might have been split in half by the black iron fan.

Well, if you eat this dark loss today, you will have a long memory.

"I won''t continue with you today. We don''t change the green mountains and the green water flows. There will always be a time to see you again."

Nangong Yan narrowed his eyes: "I''m afraid it''s not so easy to go."

Sima Jing hung a smile: "you can''t stop me."

Zheng Qi and the people in Yanluo hall gathered around him one after another. Sima Jingxuan asked coldly, "the next thing is up to you!"

Sima Jing xuanyungong flew away. Just as Nangong Yan was about to chase him, the gang in Yanluo hall took out a net and threw it at him, blocking his way.

When Ji Qing saw the snow, the silver needle immediately flew out and directly knocked them down.

Zheng Qi and the iron faced judge dropped several smoke bombs at the same time. After the smoke dispersed, the others had already run away.

Ji Qingxue stamped his feet angrily: "these people slip very fast!"

It won''t be so cheap next time!