The man who called the rouge didn't dare to hold it up at all at this time, watching the oncoming things flash away, and when he caught the other party's qi sense, he was shocked, the strange thing that hovered in the air from time to time jumped twice, but the whole body was full of a force that made the rouge man who was used to licking blood from his mouth feel a headache, and the swarthy object exuded sword energy, but the young man in front of his eyes didn't make much movement, but this thing that couldn't be called a sword bar has been testing himself,

That thing was as if it had spiritual sense, and suddenly it had shattered dozens of silver threads sent out of his fingertips, and the silk threads turned into a web that was impermeable, but it couldn't withstand the object, and it disappeared in an instant.

The rouge man's own body is also extremely fast, and he will turn his head and run away, because he can see that this thing made by the ghost on the other side is indeed not a mundane object, or it may be called a flying sword.

He could feel the vigorous sword qi emanating from the black sword bar, but he couldn't guess that this thing was the natal sword that had been called a generation of sword saints to the martial artists of the rivers and lakes, although this was only a flying sword as big as a finger, the seventy-seven eighty-eight of the sword saint sword qi implied in it was rare, but based on this alone, this thing was not something that a rouge man who had cultivated as a big pan could easily deal with.

Although his expression is very calm on the surface, his heart is like the waves of the river and the sea, and the object that can be called a flying sword seems to really need to be controlled by others, and it gives people a general taste that this thing also has emotions.

The silk thread sprayed out from the fingertips was better as if he had met a strong enemy, and it was not enough to continuously break the sword strips one by one, but he could also see that the flying sword seemed to open its mouth to swallow the silver silk thread, which was originally transformed by his true qi, so look, this thing is indeed very weird,

He is unarmed, and he has been acting on the silk thread in his hand for many years, this silk thread is transformed by his natal martial spirit, and he has the great magic power to sew every inch of the world, but when he met the dexterous flying sword, he couldn't do it in his heart, while the thing behind him was still free to swallow the silk thread, and roared at the Ao sickle on the roof, "What are you still in a daze, hurry up and come over to help, this thing is very difficult, my ass has pecked him three times, are you blind?"

Ao Sickle will be watching the rouge man below run all over the yard for the dark object, haha laughing, he is happy to see Rouge suffer more, this guy is the most boring, but also a very cold goods, usually he thinks that he is indeed not Rouge's opponent, every time in the white devil is also Rouge pressed half a head shorter, this will be a scream in the heart, but when he sees the splash of blood on Rouge's ass spilled on the ground, a powerful figure under his feet has fallen, but the black scythe in his hand is slashed on the extremely dexterous sword strip,

Straight to the sword stick flew backwards and slammed into the wall, boom,

The black scythe in his hand is not ordinary, a single knife has already helped the rouge man solve his worries for a while, and the rouge man who looked directly grinned, "Shit flying sword, I still think it is a treasure thing, it turns out that it is not very durable, Ao sickle, this thing is handed over to you, I will help the yellow lion..."

Ao Sickle was also a little speechless, flying swords, can make rouge overstretched, just this little bit, he cut it, but stared at the wall in front of him in a daze, not daring to take it lightly,

The cold one flew out with a loud sound, but it was not aimed at Ao Sickle, but the black object that called Rouge as a flying sword flew out again at a very fast speed, only flashing away in the direction of the Rouge man, followed by the roar of the Rouge man, and the straight Ao Sickle was also very incomprehensible, I don't know why this thing stared at Rouge and didn't let go, but it was pressing step by step, not to mention the potential to take people's lives, but it just rotated around the Rouge man, and from time to time he used the pointed head to slap the Rouge a few times, making the Rouge man dripping with blood all over his body,

This sword strip is a fragment of the sword after refining, a red is only thirteen roots, when He Taifu half stepped into the dry, it was only half a step, but the Song family poured half of the country's strength to pull down, reduced to the world's martial arts, cultivation is even more a thousand miles, the eyes of the world know that the Song family of the Qinglong Dynasty is afraid of the outside martial arts, there are more examples of martial arts in the history books, I don't know if the Song family has studied more thoroughly, in short, it is not enough to see that the martial artists in the outside world have too sharp scorching talents,

Today's sword strip is just a blank thing under the traction of sword qi, and it is even more attracted by the silk thread of the true qi in the hand of the rouge man, if this sword strip is conscious, it is just a three-year-old child, and he is still an uncontrollable master, at least the current Chu Jingjue can't control it, just glanced at the flying sword, and then didn't care,

Earlier, Mrs. He taught him the means of fingertip thunder, which was just a unique method of controlling qi in their Sword Saint Gate, and this child was even more talented, and he was already able to learn and use it in an afternoon, but after He Taifu went west, the birth sword left behind was even more than thirteen, and the one that blocked the way of the rouge man was just one of them,

This method of controlling the sword Chu is naturally not very understanding, let alone being able to control the so-called flying sword as he wants, in the past, He Taizhi once went to the Sword Saint Gate to find his junior sister directly, their Sword Saint Gate has a sword technique, called the Proud Sword Technique, but it is a pity that He Taifu in the past years when the cultivation fell sharply, most of the muscles and veins in the body are also nasal congestion, this sword trick can only use one or two successes, in the end, this He Taizhi still regards Chu Jingjue as a friend, and asks him to go to the Sword Saint Gate by name just in the hope that this young man can pass the training pool that is called a guillotine, and how can the Proud Sword Divine Technique be taught to people in two sentences at will, and he can't pass the refining pool, I can't pass the test in my own body, and cultivating this thing is just a way to kill myself, otherwise why didn't the former sword saint who knew Chu Jingjue's true identity pass on this young man's real flying sword technique in Qingzhou, and it wasn't because of the constraints of that sword technique,

His eyebrows turned from blue to red, the halo flashed and flashed, but he looked at it with full momentum, turned his head, and looked at the behemoth in front of him, this yellow lion's physique is the same as the mad bull he met before, but it lacks the violent emotions of the mad bull, the yellow lion looked at the very noisy Ao sickle and rouge man not far away, and said with a smile, " Guy, I didn't expect you to have such things in your body, I thought that Rouge was going to hate you to the bone, that person pays the most attention to the skin, which will give you the whole body of the flying sword burning, and he wants to seek revenge on you when he turns around, and we won't help it, but I see Rouge eating deflated.."

Chu Jingjue tightened his nose, and said boringly, "That thing is not mine, but the temper is full of stubbornness, if it is used in Mr. He's hands, just a breath is afraid that the lives of those two people will fall, but it is a pity that the flying sword technique is not what I learned, and it is helpless to get up, I Chu Jingjue is not as exquisite as what I learned in martial arts, and even this sword technique is just... Hey..."

This yellow lion is indeed born with an ordinary appearance, in addition to the huge bones, the eyes of the national character face give people an honest look, otherwise Chu Jingjue would not have muttered such a long sentence,

The yellow lion glanced down at the long knife and said with a smile, " If you give the Yellow Lion a chance to regret, we are willing to get three or five acres of land in our hometown, raising two or three chickens and ducks will not come to the rivers and lakes to drip muddy waters, everyone has regrets, but the knife is in hand, many things can not be reversed, guy, you are young and already have today's weather, you are indeed the strongest we have seen over the years, give you some time is not a good jade talent, but unfortunately, today the Yellow Lion resisted the task, your wrench we do want to take it back, otherwise, our heads are probably not protected, guys, don't be too stubborn, I guess that the sword will eventually fall to the groundAt that point, you'll be alone against the three of us, and it's going to be difficult..."

Listening to Huang Shi's words, even Chu Jingjue frowned slightly, he couldn't imagine that this man could actually come out with so many words, and his tone was gentle and not like a reckless man, he took out the wine gourd and poured it up, hehe smiled, " If it was a year ago, I didn't stretch it at all, this thing is for you, I hate trouble the most by nature, I never like to sit while lying down, but unfortunately, this thing is a gift from the predecessors, the reason for it is needless to say to you, I want to come to the White Devil is also with you, this thing has a lot to do with it, the White Devil White Devil, hehe, after changing a loud name, it is just a bad person who deviates from Jiudu Mountain, if he has a result, Bai Tao's head should be taken to Zhongzhou to pay tribute, Yellow Lion, I see that you are still a decent person, and finding the way back as soon as possible is the right way, this wrench can not be given to you...”

Huang Shi was stunned for a moment, and laughed for no reason, "What a son, he is old-fashioned, I think if the White Devil hears your words, I will be furious, but my Yellow Lion has always been a loyal person, I want the White Devil to save my life every year, Lao Tzu has long promised to promise the White Devil, even if this life is sold to count the ball, Bai Tao's dream is my dream, I Huang Shisheng has never met the resounding martial artist Han Shen, today I will come to discuss with your fist, we don't talk nonsense, fight again!"

Shocked grinning, the wind knife in his hand was slapped on the palm of his hand, and the scabbard was also deep in the ground tree ruler, only to hear him hehe, "Okay, I'll bet on it, I will take your three punches with one hand, after three punches, your yellow lion must count, this wrench finger you can't take away, then let the white devil come in person!"

Seeing that this young man's behavior was so bold, the tenacious Yellow Lion also felt extremely happy, and laughed, "Okay, my Yellow Lion will make a bet with you today, after three punches, if your son can still be so tough, let's turn around and leave, and when I turn around, I will slap the white devil to death, and my Yellow Lion will not say a word, and I will do it today!"

He is more than ten years older than Chu Jingjue, so difficult to be a teenager, not whether he is a well-known martial artist in the rivers and lakes, that is also a dull face, this yellow lion is very different from Rouge Their personalities, but he is a tough guy who flows out of pure martial arts,

The fists were clenched, and he put on a posture of momentum, and the strength of his whole body was stored on his right fist, and the expression of this person in a state of rage was very hideous, as if he had deflated a lump, and the ground was also Peng's sound, but the speed was extremely fast, and a shaking room was already close, and a punch was blasted out, and it was wrapped in a gust of wind.

Whirring, Chu was shocked to feel that the strong smash on his arms, and his feet kept dragging back for more than a zhang, the numbness on his arms was accompanied by soreness, and the placket of his upper body was also shattered by the vigorous agitation.

The blue scales of his whole body are impressive, and the tragic scar on his chest that continues from his collarbone to his waist is even more dazzling.

Shocked to feel that the blue light was wrapped up and down his body, but this punch was really hard for him, his chest couldn't help but rise and fall, the power of the yellow lion's punch was only half a step away from the red-robed eunuch, but I don't know what kind of boxing this yellow lion practiced, and there was a momentum of incomprehension in the big opening and closing.

Although there is a dragon scale cloak to protect the body, the surprise of this will be half a breath without breathing, and the breath is stagnant for a moment, and the behemoth on the opposite side has already rushed out from the new,

If he wants to use his own dragon footwork to dodge this straight-up fist, it is not a problem, but it was already good before, hard connection is hard connection, sometimes this most annoying trouble Chu Jingjue is also a straightforward goods, even when He Taifu was alive and Zhang Jiuling of Longhu Mountain, he also passed through, although this young man's character is immature, he has a hardness that others have never had, the second son will have great achievements in the future, that Han Shen, who once stood out from the crowd and regarded the dynasty and nothing, may not be able to compare when he is the same age, if he becomes the new Demon God King, the second son may be the best candidate, a candidate with good thoughts and can help the common peopleAt that time, even Zhang Jiuling, the head of Longhu Mountain, who was standing on the bank of the Qingyang River, bowed his head slightly, and kept staring at the retreat of the man who beat the mad bull, but he didn't let Chu realize it for half a step, and the old Taoist priest was also complaining at that time, why didn't he find out for him first, why did he become the doorman of Jiudu Mountain by mistake, can this be compared.

The second fist of the yellow lion was used, and in a trance, the left fist smashed on the young man's forehead, and the whole body was shocked, and his eyes were blurred, but the right fist did not stay and blasted out of the chest.

Peng's sound made the young man fly backwards diagonally, crashing into the house behind him, and he didn't move for a long time... 166 Reading Network