Shen Yu said lightly: "Biyue should be bright, you and I can be described as the same origin!"

Nangong Jing's ink-colored eyes narrowed slightly: "In the future, would you like to take me another sword?"

Shen Yufeng's eyes flickered, and the brilliance flashed, "Waiting for you at any time!"

Nangong Jing tugged at the corners of his mouth slightly, the black jade sword in his hand was led, and the "Immortal Guidance" opened the door, at this time, his sword momentum was different from before, and the previous move "Biyue Streamer" had the heart of victory, however, this time, Shen Yu did not feel the slightest Jin Ge killing aura from his momentum, Shen Yu secretly praised in his heart, Nangong Clan is a natural swordsmanship wizard, not to mention that this generation of family head Nangong Jing is a teacher in the Tianji Palace?

His eyes lit up, and his smile narrowed slightly, although "Biyue Streamer" is a set of swordsmanship, but for real swordsmanship, "Biyue Streamer" is just the name of Nangong Jing's sword intent, and the moves can be arbitrary, and the sword intent cannot be changed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Blue Moon Streamer can be a move, or dozens of moves, or even hundreds of moves, but no matter what, the Blue Moon Streamer was broken by Shen Yu's method of light.

At the other end of the village, there was the sound of horses' hooves, and Nangong Jingjian raised his eyebrows slightly: "It's coming!" collided with Shen Yu's eyes, and both of them tilted their heads slightly.

Shen Yu suddenly turned around and went straight to everyone, Ling Yuwei was standing on the left and right of Qingxuan Qinghe, the two of them didn't have time to block, they saw a flower in front of them, Ling Yuwei had been taken away from everyone by Shen Yu, Qingxuan wanted to chase, and heard the voice of his master in his ears: "Don't chase! Let them go!"

Qing Xuan stopped abruptly, looked at Nangong Jing in confusion, and saw that his expression was calm and he couldn't see anything, so he lowered his head and stood behind him. Everyone looked back, only to see that more than a dozen people in black had arrived in front of them in an instant, and the white-haired old man's expression changed: "This excitement is unbelievable!

Before the words fell, some of the black-clothed people shouted: "Idle people, wait for it, retreat quickly! Otherwise, you will be killed!"

The white-haired old man took the lead, and he retreated in the opposite direction first, and walked away in a flash.

There were only three Nangong Jing masters and servants left in the field, and at this time, more than a dozen people in black had already arrived in front, and one of them was wearing a blue shirt, and he stood up a few feet away, chasing in the direction where Shen Yu left.

The dark light flashed in the cold oblique stab, the cold wind in the air, the ink-colored long sword reflected the crystal light of the sun, and in mid-air, the blue-shirted man turned over, stood with his left palm, and condescendingly sent a palm to the ink jade sword.

The sword palms intersected, and the cold qi in the black jade sword condensed into a wisp, approaching the palm of the blue-shirted man, and the blue-shirted man's narrow eyes suddenly condensed, and he returned with a touch, and stood firmly.

"I didn't know that you were so broad-minded that you would give up Ling Yuwei to others!" The cold color in the blue-shirted man's eyes flashed, with Nangong Jing here, he was bound to not catch Ling Yuwei today, he hated it in his heart, but a smile appeared on his face, he flicked his sleeves with a flick of his fingers, and his narrow eyes swept to Nangong Jing's face.

"Between you and me, there is no need to talk nonsense, the battle in Xichuan that day, you escaped from the battle, there should be a break today!" Nangong Jing carried Moyu, and his voice was calm.

"Haha! You're too petty! Fang Mou just snatched someone from your hands, and the little girl surnamed Ling is not you, so why is this? If you and I fight here, we will let others seize the opportunity. It's better to take a step back, and when my matter is over, in addition to returning Ling Yuwei's hands to you, I can also help you drag the one in the East China Sea. When the time comes, wouldn't it be nice for you and Miss Ling to be a pair of immortals?"

Nangong Jing was unmoved, slowly raised his arm, Mo Yu pointed directly at Fang Yiming, and said with a paralyzed face: "If you win against me, the previous things will be written off, if not, this is where you bury your bones!"

As soon as these words came out, Fang Yiming's face changed; "Are you planning to fight Fang to the end?"

Although Nangong Jing is a swordsmanship wizard, however, how can ordinary people be lucky enough to see him make a move? Today, he is even more ink jade in his hand, and his sword is pointing at Fang Yiming.

Fang Yiming saw his posture and knew that Nangong Jing would not be good today, looking back at the dozen or so people under his command and waving his hand, several people stepped forward to surround Qing Xuan and the others, and he "snorted": "Nangong Jing, don't think that someone Fang is afraid of you, the matter of Xichuan is indeed not very authentic to me, but I think you can also see that Ling Yuwei has a wonderful root, which is suitable for practicing my martial arts, and I am just love! If you don't give up, I will also turn my face!"

Nangong Jing said coldly: "You talk too much nonsense! Take me with a sword!"

Looking at Nangong Jing's appearance of not entering, Fang Yiming finally gave up using his mouth to persuade him, in all fairness, Fang Yiming was not fully sure that he could win against Nangong Jing, and he had always been used to retreating behind the scenes, giving advice, and using others to achieve his goals.

Nangong Jing had a very direct idea, he only felt that it was necessary for him to fight with Fang Yiming, if he could kill him, it would save a lot of things in the future, it would naturally be the best, if he couldn't kill him, this would be considered the end of the previous grudge.

He moved his hand as he wished, but this time he used not the "Blue Moon Streamer" that he used to fight with Shen Yu before, but the eleven-style "Flying Smoke Sword Technique" handed down by the Nangong family.

The black jade sword slanted slightly, and summoned the "smoke cage cold water", a sword was drawn, and the sword of the ink jade sword swallowed, and the bright sky was drawn out of a gray mist, outsiders could not see the doorway, but Fang Yiming, who was in it, was tight, Nangong Jing's sword was no longer as simple as a sword move, as soon as his sword intent came out, Fang Yiming felt that his body had been sealed by the ink jade, and it was a good move "smoke cage cold water".

As soon as the two of them made a move, over there, all the people of Qingxuan also appeared with their swords and fought in one place.

Here, Fang Yiming didn't dare to slack off, and in the circle of his left palm, a cold palm wind was forced by him into a thin line and hit Moyu.

Once Nangong Jing felt that breath coming to his wrist through the ink jade, and he quickly swung his sword to change his momentum, the "Fog Lock Qingshan" was another sword.

Fang Yiming's exercises are extremely evil, once he is entangled by his evil sect's internal force, this poisonous internal force will linger, eating away at people's internal force, until the body can no longer withstand the erosion of the cold power, and gradually die.

The masters of the Heavenly Machine Hall have been studying the exercises of the Heavenly Demon Palace, as soon as Fang Yiming made a move last time, Nangong Jing knew the viciousness of his exercises, at this time, the black jade sword was even more prosperous, he was very fast with the sword, Fang Yiming turned around dangerously, and he could avoid it, and the corner of his robe was still cut off.

The black jade turned into a dark light again, as fast as lightning, "dust and smoke flying mist", and the sword was like weaving, enveloping Fang Yiming in it.

Nangong Jing's sword is extremely fast, he has practiced the flying smoke swordsmanship to the extreme, and he doesn't need to change halfway, and he will seal the opponent's whole body in a random circle.

Fang Yiming was extremely embarrassed to toss and turn, he couldn't spare his hand to fight back with palm power, and he was suspicious in his heart, Nangong Jing was injured because of poisoning when he was in Xichuan, and he didn't use all his strength at all, but now it seems that he really underestimated him, the disciples selected by the Tianji Hall are all amazing talents, this time he is too arrogant!

Fang Yiming sighed in his heart, he was bent on my life, it seems that I can't hide it anymore! As soon as his cuffs moved, he felt a strange chill hit the door.

Nangong Jing's cold voice sounded, "It's your honor to die under my ink jade!"

Fang Yiming's heart was cold, and in an instant, his head tilted back slightly, and Mo Yu quickly slashed against the tip of his nose, Nangong Jing seemed to have already calculated that this sword would fail, his wrist sank, and Mo Yu was slanted, Fang Yiming felt a slight chill on his shoulder, and the next moment, Mo Yu had already stabbed with a sword......