In the courtyard, a white-clothed figure and a black-clothed figure tossed and turned among the cyan sword and yellow staff, it was Qiao Yun and the ancestor of the Nine Lotus Pudu Zhai who were inseparable, and all the gray-clothed bhikshunis standing on the periphery were watching with bated breath, this kind of fight beyond the heavenly level was really rare to see, and if you could learn a trick and a half from it, you would benefit a lot. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Qi Ze also stood aside with Xia Yao in his arms, but Qi Ze's eyes were full of worry, and the more he watched the competition in the field, the more worried he became, but he, a late-stage martial artist of the Yellow Order, couldn't help at all, so he could only be anxious.

The Qingyun sword flickered, rising from the ground, as fast as thunder, and under the infusion of Qiao Yun's true qi, the sword qi was like an angry sea, mixed with the fierce momentum of smashing everything in the world. The black-clothed ancestor's gaze was slightly condensed, his body retreated, and the Zen staff in his hand danced with a cold glow in the sky, blocking the Qingyun Sword.

The sword and staff intersected, making a crisp sound, and sparks splashed out, but the sword as sharp as Qingyun did not cut off the black-clothed ancestor's Zen staff, but only left a shallow dent on the body of the staff.

And under this impact, Qiao Yun's right hand was numb, and the Qingyun Sword almost got out of his hand, Qiao Yun hurriedly turned the sword momentum, and the Qingyun Sword suddenly turned into a little light and shadow, true and false, like illusory, and stabbed the black-clothed ancestor in many key places.

The black-clothed ancestor snorted coldly, and did not distinguish the authenticity of Qiao Yun's sword momentum, while dancing the staff in his right hand, he flicked his left hand, and a brown mang bypassed the sword momentum and went straight to Qiao Yun's right rib, Qiao Yun had to retract his sword to save him, but the brown mang was like having eyes, and at the same time as Qiao Yun came to the rescue, it took a sharp turn and fell back into the hands of the black-clothed ancestor steadily.

As the time of the fight dragged on and on, Qiao Yun secretly complained in his heart, although Qiao Yun clicked on the acupoint on his left shoulder and stopped the bleeding in his left shoulder, but because he was pierced through the shoulder blade by the lotus petal before, Qiao Yun's left arm was already unable to move, which made Qiao Yun unable to stimulate the wind blade and ice edge to contain the black-clothed ancestor during the fight, and his strength was greatly reduced.

Although on the surface, Qiao Yun relied on Xuanzhen swordsmanship to fight with the black-clothed ancestor, but Qiao Yun knew in his heart that if he continued to fight like this, he would most likely lose to this old nun. This is also the first time that Qiao Yun has truly realized the strength of the martial artists in the early stage of the Voyeur Martial Arts Realm, and he is even more secretly afraid that he would dare to leave with the white monk and black ghost in the middle of the fifth layer of qi cultivation at the beginning, if it wasn't for the fact that the master killed the white monk and black ghost before he died, I am afraid that it will not be easy for him to escape from the hands of the two.

No wonder the two of them will patiently explain so much to themselves, it seems that one is asking for themselves, and the other is that they have already seen themselves as a dying person. Qiao Yun sighed secretly, after this incident, Qiao Yun had already put away the contempt for the martial artist that had faintly grown in his heart at some point, according to what the white monk and black ghost said, the two of them could compete with the mid-stage Jindan monks in the late stage of the Yanwu Realm, who knows what kind of strength the martial artist will have after cultivating to the Extreme Martial Realm, and whether there will be a higher realm after the Extreme Martial Realm Qiao Yun is unknown.

In the process of fighting with him, Qiao Yun had already noticed that the strength contained in the other party's body did not seem to be under his true qi, but the other party had no divine sense and could not control the flying sword with divine thoughts like a cultivator, but the master of the Voyeur Martial Arts Realm could already use his strength to use his strength into the artifact, and the strange turn of the brown mang in the air was caused by the black-clothed ancestor infusing the strength into it.

Seeing that Brown Mang flashed to outflank him again, Qiao Yun did not withdraw the Qingyun Sword, but flicked his right hand, and the Qingyun Sword took out of his hand, directly taking the black-clothed ancestor, at the same time, Qiao Yun's mind moved, and suddenly there was an extra dark thing in his hand, and he raised his hand towards the Brown Mang.

The black-clothed ancestor was taken aback by Qiao Yun's abnormal behavior, and hurriedly danced the Zen staff to block the Qingyun Sword, and with a clear sound of "dang", a dent was left on the Zen staff again, and the Qingyun Sword was beaten into a circle in the air, and did not continue to attack, but hovered in mid-air, staring at the black-clothed ancestor.

At this time, Qiao Yun was holding a large black net in his hand, the black net was impermeable, but there was a faint thing in it, which was the brown bowl thrown by the black-clothed ancestor before. Qiao Yun didn't expect this black net to be so powerful, and after the brown mang was covered, he didn't have the power to resist at all, so he was directly rolled back, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed in his heart, it seems that this black big net of the black ghost Yan San is really not ordinary!

As soon as his divine sense moved, he put away the big black net and the brown bowl, and Qiao Yun was about to attack again with a move of the Qingyun Sword, but he didn't expect the black-clothed ancestor on the opposite side to suddenly ask: "Boy, what do you have to do with the Yan San!

"Witch Net?" Qiao Yun repeated, and then sneered: "I am not related to him, why do you say that his Witch Net is in my hands!"

"He was killed by you?" The black-clothed ancestor's pupils shrank slightly, but then he denied it: "Impossible, how could the strength of the black ghost Yan Sanyan Martial Realm in the late stage be killed by you as a Qi cultivation stage cultivator." Impossible, impossible!"

Qiao Yun smiled noncommittally, and did not answer the words of the black-clothed ancestor, Qiao Yun's vague words before were to let the black-clothed ancestor guess by himself and cause psychological pressure on him, how could he explain anything to the other party at this moment, and waved the Qingyun sword and used the Xuanzhen sword technique to attack again.

Although the black-clothed ancestor didn't believe it in her heart, the other party's previous use was indeed a witch net, which made her murmur in her heart. Could it be that this young man is a descendant of the Yan San? But if this is the case, why should this young man hide it? Could it be that the Yan San was really killed by this person? But this is not to mention! Could it be that this witch net was obtained by him through other means?

The black-clothed ancestor had a lot of thoughts in his heart, but he didn't dare to slack off in his hands, and a set of magic wand methods were unleashed, which was comparable to Qiao Yun's Xuanzhen sword technique.

Although Qiao Yun's Xuanzhen swordsmanship is more mysterious, but the black-clothed ancestor's magic wand method is extremely fierce, Qiao Yun does not dare to touch it, often just when he is about to meet, the sword momentum can't help but turn, and changes his moves again, which makes the Xuanzhen swordsmanship greatly restrained.

Qiao Yun was performing the Xuanzhen swordsmanship while thinking of a countermeasure to win, and the black-clothed ancestor saw that Qiao Yun seemed to be just a little more subtle in his swordsmanship, and there were no other tricks, so he couldn't help but sneer, his left sleeve shook slightly, and two copper lotus seeds appeared in the palm of his hand, and then when the Zen staff suppressed the Qingyun Sword, his left hand shook suddenly, and the two copper lotus grains took Qiao Yun's eyes.

Qiao Yun's consciousness was always released, and when the black-clothed ancestor copper lotus made a move, Qiao Yun felt it, and hurriedly leaned back, avoiding the copper lotus that shot out, who knows, the black-clothed ancestor shook his hand and two copper lotuses directly took Qiao Yun's knees, Qiao Yun hurriedly slammed his feet to the ground, narrowly avoided the copper lotus, and his body rotated three hundred and sixty degrees in the air.

But Qiao Yun in mid-air felt a chill in his heart, the black-clothed ancestor seemed to have calculated that Qiao Yun would rise into the air, and the twelve copper lotuses came towards Qiao Yun in mid-air without any stagnation, and even brought out the sound of wind howling, like the sound of urging life. The twelve copper lotus grains divided Qiao Yun's eyes, arms, ribs, spans, legs, and feet, so that Qiao Yun, who was in mid-air, could not avoid it.

The entire courtyard was quiet at this time, and the sound of everyone's breathing seemed to be clearly audible, Qi Ze hugged Xia Yao in a daze, only to feel that his whole head was buzzing, and he was blank, and he didn't know what he could do to save Qiao Yun. Lian Hui and the others were overjoyed in their hearts, and they seemed to have seen the end of Qiao Yun being pierced through the whole body by the copper lotus.

Qiao Yun in mid-air saw twelve copper lotuses flying in, and knew that there was no way to avoid it, even if the Qingyun Sword and the Wind Blade came out together, it was impossible to break so many copper lotuses at once. Qiao Yun suddenly closed his eyes in mid-air, and for a while, he let go of the Qingyun Sword he was holding, and slowly raised his right hand.

No one knew why Qiao Yun made such a strange move at this time, but seeing that the copper lotus was already close in front of him, and when he was less than a long distance away from Qiao Yun, suddenly a faint air flow was generated from Qiao Yun's right hand, and once this air flow was generated, it transformed into a rapid and violent vortex in the blink of an eye, and rolled straight towards the black-clothed ancestor who was standing opposite Qiao Yun and sneered.

The eight copper lotuses were instantly disrupted under the disturbance of the violent vortex airflow and fell to the ground, while the four copper lotuses that shot towards Qiao Yun's ribs and two hips were directly swept into the vortex, and then shot out at a faster speed in four different directions, and the violent vortex itself rushed towards the black-clothed ancestor at an extremely fast speed.

The black-clothed ancestor was in his hands to win, how could he have thought that Qiao Yun would suddenly break the copper lotus that he would kill, and the violent whirlpool had already come to her eyes, she hurriedly wanted to avoid it sideways, but the whirlpool was too fast, and with a "bang", half of the black-clothed ancestor's body exploded in the berserk whirlpool, and the flesh and blood flew sideways for a while.

At the same time, the four copper lotus grains that changed direction shot straight into the gray-clothed bhikshunis who were onlookers, and several high-strength bhikshunis narrowly avoided the past, shocking their souls, but the bhikshunis behind them were far from being so lucky, and in a few screams, several bhikshunis were hit by the copper lotus and were injured.

At this time, Qiao Yun's body fell steadily to the ground, and the Qingyun Sword fell at Qiao Yun's feet with a "dang". And Qiao Yun didn't open his eyes, his eyes were still tightly closed, and his right arm was stretched out flat, maintaining such a strange posture.

Others don't know what Qiao Yun's move means, only Qiao Yun himself knows that he is still feeling the realization of the whirlwind just now. At the moment of crisis, Qiao Yun's Wind Vortex that he had been unable to use before finally came out, Qiao Yun knew in his heart that this was not only related to the improvement of his own cultivation, but also inseparable from the previous experience of watching Master use the Wind Vortex, and Qiao Yun, who had just successfully used the Wind Vortex at this moment, naturally would not let go of this great opportunity to comprehend the Wind Vortex.