Pan Dongliu, who has always been praised as "the first person under the airway", now facing the eccentric Liang Qiufeng, he can't help it anymore, his breath is unbearable, and he has advanced to the airway level and become a master of the airway level.

The martial arts path is divided into four stages: the strong path, the air path, the royal path, and the Shinto. The large stage is divided into nine small sections, and the promotion of the small sections is easy in the early stage and difficult in the later stage. And the breakthrough between each major stage is even more difficult, and it must have an extremely deep foundation.

From the strength of the path to the qi path, it is the first hurdle, I don't know how many martial artists stop here, lingering and unable to enter. In the various sects in the Wasteland, there are many old strength level martial artists, who have cultivated hard, and finally reached the ninth stage of the strength path, which is a stone's throw away from the qi path level.

But just such a little distance, it has become the end of the world, and I have been cultivating to the point where I am gray-haired, and I have missed the best golden age, and I can't rush over.

The years are golden, and when Hua is old, he will not advance but retreat, and there will be no hope of promotion.

There are many such old martial artists in various sects. They have become the first choice for being sent into the Demon Breaking Secret Realm, and they are not afraid of sacrifice.

As for Pan Dongliu, he could have advanced to the qi path level a long time ago, but for the sake of the overall situation, he wanted to maintain the sect's advantage in the Wasteland Sect competition and the Demon Breaking Secret Territory, which suppressed the realm.

Suppressing the realm is not a bad thing, there can be more accumulation time, and when the official breakthrough will be twice the result with half the effort, it will also be of great benefit to future development.

Coming to Pan Dongliu wanted to concentrate on cultivating for a while longer, and then he officially entered the qi path level, but now facing Liang Qiufeng, he couldn't take it down three times, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

On the one hand, now that he looks at Liang Qiufeng, he has a feeling that he can't see through it; If you can't solve the other party, you will inevitably be a little impatient.

You must know that at the beginning of the decisive battle, he expected to kill Liang Qiufeng in dozens of moves. Who would have thought that until now, Liang Qiufeng is not only alive, but also very moist.

So he couldn't care about anything anymore, he broke through directly, advanced to the qi channel, and had already crushed a martial artist with a strong eighth stage of the qi path, and he was not able to catch it. You can do whatever you want?

The momentum is rising, the pan east flow is majestic, and the true qi is permeated on the Cangxue knife, and the blade is self-resonant without wind, emitting a terrifying murderous aura.

This is a change. In the eyes of onlookers, the reaction was different.

On the side of the three major sects, they were rejoicing, looking at Liang Qiufeng as if they were looking at a dead man, while the Sword Mansion side was stunned and exclaimed.

Although Pan Dongliu has always been called "the first person under the airway", after all, it is still under the airway, isn't it?

Now it's good, stride over. Successfully breaking through to become a master at the airway level means a lot of things.

This comparison is already a contest between two different levels.

"Senior brother, let's fight. Let Liang Qiufeng withdraw!"

Wu Gumei couldn't bear to see Liang Qiufeng being tortured and killed, and spoke.

Zhang Xingkong looked down deadly, and his left hand couldn't help but clench: Liang Qiufeng has shown his demonic talent in public, so no matter which sect the disciple is placed in. will be protected like a treasure to get enough room for growth. But in the Sword House. fought desperately, and almost had to be sacrificed in the end

Shame on you!

He sighed, and then he was about to move.

Yun Mojiang over there had already noticed it, and when he saw this, he immediately grew up and shouted: "Brother Xingkong, this is a fair duel between juniors, don't you want to interfere?"

After a pause, he sneered: "If you can't beat it, you're afraid of death, you shouldn't have agreed before, just be a turtle with a shrunken head." Now that you have reversed your word, could it be the consistent style of your Sword Mansion?"

These words, hot and cold, mocking, extremely powerful.

"That's right, a dignified thousand-year-old faction, talk as a fart, it's not a shame!"

The crowd burst into an uproar.

Zhang Xingkong said coldly: "The current duel is also called fairness?"

Yun Mojiang said with a smile: "How unfair, my disciples are just making a temporary breakthrough." If you teach well, you can also let your disciples break through. ”

Pan Dongliu is only seventeen years old this year, and he broke through the qi path at the age of seventeen, which is an outstanding achievement for the entire wasteland. I think that Long Xiangtian of the Sword Mansion back then also became an airway martial artist at about this age. In time, Pan Dongliu will catch up bravely and will be able to surpass it.

For this disciple, Yun Mojiang loves him very much.

was blocked by his words, Zhang Xingkong's complexion changed several times, and it was uncertain.

At this time, Liang Qiufeng, who was in a state of confusion, suddenly spoke: "Lord of the Mansion, I am not dead yet." ”

When he said this, he grinned.

With such a smile, it seems familiar to the people of the Sword Mansion, but they don't understand what confidence he still has to rely on.

Zhang Xingkong sighed, but finally did not float down.

Pan Dongliu's momentum was like a rainbow, and his confidence was almost bursting, and he laughed and said: "Liang Qiufeng, now you can die!"

The figure unfolded, the Cangxue knife in his hand was erected, a distance of several zhang, and it arrived in an instant, and the person arrived at the knife, slashing Liangqiu's neck.

This kind of power is simply a notch different from the previous one.

"Horizontal Sword Pose!"

The wounded sword slammed forward, and Liang Qiufeng did not appear flustered.

Sonor!

With a loud bang that shook people's hearts, the knife of Pan Dongliu was like slashing on a mountain or a river.

Although the blade is sharp and the momentum is fierce, it is difficult to help the mountains and rivers.

Pan Dongliu shouted: "It's a bit of a doorway, see if you can block a few knives!"

The body is soaring, light and light does not seem to have weight, Feiyan climbs the eaves, in mid-air, with the help of the momentum, the Cangxue knife is raised high, and it is pulled down, just like the overlord who carries the Ding.

The majesty of this knife is almost fierce, the true qi breaks through the air, and the whining sound, just looking at it, there is a kind of heartbreak and fear.

"Give me death!"

"Not good!"

"Be careful, hide!"

"Dang!"

The fourth bell rang on time, and when Liang Qiufeng was in his mind, the picture condensed by the idea of kendo came to life in an instant, and it seemed to have turned into an illusory person, and that person was wielding a sword in his Mud Pill Palace world.

When the sword moved, a faint fluttering trajectory danced.

The trajectory looks like a swimming dragon.

"Sword Heart Carving Dragon Yongzi Eight Swords"!

At this moment, Liang Qiufeng finally knew what the name of the sword question he had learned was.

With the man's movements, the wounded sword in his hand also swung up, completely matching the trajectory of the other party's swing. It seems that this sword was not stabbed by himself, but by the illusory people of the Mud Pill Palace.

Point Sword Pose!

Kiss!

As if a bubble was punctured by a sharp weapon, Pan Dongliu, who was in mid-air, suddenly saw Liang Qiufeng's sword piercing from under his ribs, and the protective true qi he released was like a fragile balloon, disappearing without a trace.

In an instant, there was only one thought in his mind: how could it be possible, how could he find this flaw......

Laugh at!

The cold sword blade entered the body, and the next moment, in countless horrified eyes, the corpse of Pan Dongliu flew out horizontally, and finally fell straight to the feet of Yun Mojiang.