As soon as this thought jumped up, Bao Xu immediately denied it.

No, that night, he fought with the silver-faced Langjun. That silver-faced Langjun is a skilled and rare master, but that night, in the siege of his subordinates, he only made occasional moves, and the silver-faced Langjun showed his defeat.

But at this moment, Zuo Chongliang actually made the first move.

It must be that Zuo Chongliang doesn't want him to take this credit, so he has to make a quick decision, so that he can sell it well in front of his master.

Thinking of this, Bao Xu snorted coldly in his heart, this Zuo Chongliang's self-proclaimed master is still not exempt from vulgarity.

However, the opportunity has been snatched away by Zuo Chongliang, and he will do it again now, and the two of them will attack one, which will inevitably lose his identity.

Although he is an unscrupulous person to achieve his goals, otherwise he would not use drugs, but Zuo Chongliang is a person valued by the master after all, and he is openly robbing the credit, I am afraid that the master will punish him.

Bao Xu has seen Zuo Chongliang's swordsmanship, and he knows that his swordsmanship is powerful, even if he is a little dissatisfied with Zuo Chongliang's swordsmanship, he still looks at the silver-faced Langjun with disdain and good looks. He guessed that within ten moves, the silver-faced Langjun would be splashed with blood in five steps. I have to remind you in a moment that the master wants a living mouth.

Zuo Chongliang's sword light weaved a large net of light, enveloping the two of them in it, and in the net of light, a few silver rays of light were occasionally seen.

The sword is long, the dagger is short, and the silver-faced Langjun's silver moon dagger is indeed not very conspicuous.

However, after ten moves, the silver-faced Langjun did not splatter five steps of blood, and he was not even injured.

Zuo Chongliang didn't even touch the corners of his clothes.

A thin little white-faced young man, under the sword attack of Zuo Chongliang's fierce killing moves, actually walked for ten ...... No, twenty strokes?

Bao Xu's eyes widened, looking at the figure in disbelief.

Zuo Chongliang's dense attack, even if it was him, he was not completely sure to avoid it, this silver-faced Langjun could actually follow?

But in the past four months, why is this teenager so powerful?

How is this possible?

Bao Xu despised the silver-faced Langjun because of the defeat of the silver-faced Langjun that night. He didn't think that at that time, the life-and-death battle between the silver-faced Langjun and Baili Xiufeng had consumed most of his energy and was injured, while Bao Xu and the others not only appeared like robberies while the fire was burning, but also bullied the less.

And a month ago, Yan Qingrui understood the Pure Heart Exercise in the Shadowless Valley again.

There has been a qualitative leap in the level of the whole mind, and the martial arts have indeed reached a higher level.

The two of them fought fast, and soon forty moves, fifty moves......

The silver light in the sword net became more and more abundant, while Zuo Chongliang's sword net became smaller and smaller, and more and more scattered.

At the eighty-seventh move, the figures of the two suddenly separated.

Just now, it was still a sword aura, and the dazzling sword net aperture was dazzling, but at this moment, the two stood opposite each other, five feet apart, and they no longer moved.

With Bao Xu's skills, he couldn't even see what was going on in the aperture.

He glanced at Zuo Chongliang in wonder, why didn't he fight? Why didn't he continue to do it and get rid of the silver-faced Langjun?

He was about to speak, when suddenly it started raining in the sky.

The rain was very thin, fine and dense, like smoke and mist, and Bao Xu found that the rain actually carried the slightest smell of blood.

The weather is good, the moonlight is like silver, where does the rain come from?

When the smoky rain approached the silver-faced Langjun, the silver-faced Langjun was a foot long, as if there was some transparent cover blocking it, and the rain could not soak in.

The silver-faced Langjun stood there, and the silver moon dagger was missing again.