Of course, this situation is only temporary now, and soon Xuanyuan Po will have the upper hand, because Xuanyuan Po has an advantage in strength and skill, and all he lacks is experience in combat.

And these combat experiences can be compensated for with one thing, and that is talent.

If someone else uses it once to do a good job, but you use it a hundred times, it doesn't mean that you don't work hard, but that your talent is insufficient.

And Xuanyuan Po's talent is naturally needless to say, his talent can be regarded as the best among the younger generation, and it is not much worse than Liu An.

The two fists in Xuanyuan Po's hand, like dragons going to sea, smashed towards Ziling one after another.

At the beginning, Zi Ling could still resist Xuanyuan Po's attack, but as the attacks were stronger and faster, Zi Ling was like a lonely boat in the sea, and it was possible to be destroyed at any time, and there was danger for a while.

"Give me death. ”

Xuanyuan Po became more and more excited, his body swept up like an ape, and two pairs of iron fists smashed directly towards Ziling.

In an instant, the fist hit Ziling.

Although Zi Ling's reaction speed was fast enough, the moment he saw the fist rushing towards him, he attracted the true qi in his body, wanting to resist this attack.

But his true qi is much worse than Xuanyuan Po, not to mention that Xuanyuan Po has already learned that power word. He has a natural advantage in strength, and ordinary people have no way to compare their strength with him.

The original strength of ten percent can be used in his hands to feel twenty percent. The rational use of every trace of strength is the true meaning of the word force.

So in an instant, Ziling spat blood and flew out.

The long hair, which was neatly tucked behind him, was scattered like dead grass at this time.

"Your uncle, you actually dare to mess up the master's hairstyle, master, me, cough cough ......"

Zi Ling seemed to notice his embarrassed appearance, wiped a handful of blood from the corner of his mouth, and wanted to say a cruel word, but before he could finish speaking, another mouthful of blood was spit out by him.

"I can't even say anything, and I dare to say cruel things!"

Seeing Ziling's appearance, Xuanyuan Po pursed his lips with disdain.

This guy in front of him is like a sissy, a big man, why do you care so much about your image.

"Hmph, what are you proud of? I haven't come with you yet, sir!"

Zi Ling snorted coldly, his bloodstained hand straightened the long hair on his forehead, and after finishing it almost, he put the sky-blue sword across his chest, and then wiped the bloodstained palm on the long sword.

"Sword move!"

Then Zi Ling raised the long sword in his hand, and the blade of the sword pointed directly at the sky, which looked somewhat similar to the main peak of Shu Mountain.

The night wind blew Ziling's long hair, ruffling his robe.

Gradually, the sword in his hand changed, it was just a gorgeous long sword, but at this time, a cold light rose, and the cold light kept swallowing on the long sword, and finally it grew into three zhang long.

The long sword was like a spear piercing the sky.

At this time, it was as if Ziling's small body was holding a long sword that was several times larger than himself.

Even Xuanyuan Po felt a hint of danger on it.

At the beginning, although Xuanyuan Po didn't work hard to cultivate, none of the young people in the entire Kyoto were his masters.

Now, he spends almost all his time eating and sleeping cultivating, but every young man he meets is not weaker than himself.

Of course, it's not that he's getting weaker, it's that he's getting stronger, and only the strong will have more strong people around him.

"Now you are qualified to be my opponent, and it is your honor to die at my hands!"

Xuanyuan squinted his eyes and looked at Ziling in front of him, showing great excitement.

"Don't be ashamed, you must know that on this Shu Mountain, except for my master and sister, I am the most powerful. ”

Zi Ling roared angrily, and then the long sword in his hand smashed directly towards Xuanyuan Po. 202 eBooks

Although the sword was huge, it was very fast, and it appeared on the top of Xuanyuan Po's head almost instantly.

Xuanyuan Po shouted, and then the true qi in his body gathered on his palm.

The originally formless true qi was compressed in the palm of his hand, and it actually formed two huge shields, and the shields were still glowing with golden light, just like the real ones.

"Dang!"

The sound seemed to be the fairy bell transmitted from the heavenly realm to the world, and it shook the two young people who were hiding on the side couldn't help but cover their ears and take a few steps back.

This sword hit Xuanyuan's broken legs, and bent slightly.

It was only after a moment that Zi Ling raised the long sword in his hand like a heavenly blade, raised it high, and then slammed it down.

"Dang!"

The second sword, the ground under Xuanyuan Po's feet had cracked piece by piece, and Xuanyuan Po's legs seemed to be unable to withstand the huge force, and he suddenly knelt on one knee to the ground.

"Also, the sword moves in all directions!"

As he spoke, Zi Ling raised the long sword in his hand again, and at this time, the sword suddenly became slender, and the sword light peeled out of the sword and surrounded Xuanyuan Po in all directions.

After the sword light locked Xuanyuan Po, those sword lights smashed towards Xuanyuan Po again.

For a while, the sound of clanging was endless, and even the rocks under the feet of the two people were punched out by the fierce sword light.

At this time, Xuanyuan Po had completely knelt on the ground, and the shield formed by the true qi in his hand had turned into pieces at this time, and the sharp sword light hit his arm, even though he had the true qi to protect his body, but his arm was still cut with a long hole.

Although Xuanyuan Po looked unusually embarrassed at this time, Zi Ling was no better, and now Zi Ling was panting, as if he had just run a marathon.

"Are you a tortoise, and you can't cut your skin like that?"

Zi Ling looked at the wound on Xuanyuan's broken arm and couldn't help but ask.

Xuanyuan Po snorted coldly, did not speak, his feet touched the ground, and then his body rushed towards Zi Ling like a cannonball, and in an instant, his body hit Zi Ling.

Ziling was knocked out and vomited blood and flew away, rolled on the ground several times before stopping, and the blue long sword in his hand was also thrown out by him.

Xuanyuan Po was also beaten out of the real fire at this time, pulled out the long sword that was poked on the ground, and walked towards Ziling in front of him step by step with a fierce face.

In fact, when he did this, he glanced at his senior brother and found that his senior brother had no opinion, so he wanted to kill Ziling so fiercely, in his opinion, he was already able to threaten himself, if he was given another period of time, I am afraid that he would really not be able to defeat him.

"Stop, don't hurt the second senior brother!"

"You bastard, is it even more life-threatening to compete in martial arts?"

Seeing this scene, the eyes of the two Shushan disciples almost didn't spew out.

"Hmph, since ancient times, even if I kill him, do you have the ability to stop him?

Xuanyuan snorted coldly, and did not pay attention to the two ordinary Shushan disciples, but directly raised the sword in his hand.

"It's your luck that you can die at my hands today, and when you are reincarnated next time, you must remember not to be my enemy!"

As he spoke, the sword in Xuanyuan Po's hand fell towards Zi Ling's chest.

"Look for death!"

It's just that the piece hasn't fallen on the person's chest yet, a cold female voice suddenly remembers, and then a sword qi seems to be a long rainbow that crosses my night, and it appeared in front of Xuanyuan Po in an instant.

Xuanyuan Po didn't expect that he would be attacked by sneak attack, so he quickly clenched the sword in his hand and blocked the attack of this sword qi.

Hearing only the clanging sound, the sword qi collided with the long sword in his hand, Xuanyuan Jian only felt that the sword in his hand was hit by a beast, and then the whole person flew out upside down, if it wasn't for Ben Lei Yan Jun to stop his body, I'm afraid he would have fallen down towards the cliff with the howling mountain wind.

"Senior sister!"

At this time, Ziling's eyes were full of color, with his own senior sister, he would not be afraid of the group of miscellaneous things in front of him.