The screech of the sword in the air followed, and the piercing screech went straight into the eardrums.

Zhang Qingyang stepped heavily on the ground with his left foot, stepped out with his right foot, and his whole body showed a forward posture. The rat bone sword in his hand slanted upward, swinging Lu Qianpeng's sword away.

Zhang Qingyang urged the Black Bear Body Forging Technique, and at the same time that the muscles in his body swelled, he was about to bully the other party. Suddenly it was dark in front of him, and Lu Qianpeng actually took advantage of the power of the impact of the two swords to jump up, and the two fox claws kicked towards the door in front of him.

The nails from the two fox's claws beckoned from above his head like several sharp swords.

The opponent's swordsmanship was really superb, Zhang Qingyang retreated backwards, and the rat bone sword used the eight-way wind and rain sword technique to meet it.

There was a loud "clanging bell".

The swordsmanship displayed by Lu Qianpeng's two fox claws was no worse than that of his hands, fast and ruthless. Zhang Qingyang used all his strength to resist it.

There was a sudden whistling sound in his ears, and the three fox tails twitched heavily.

The triple force is like a three-sword slash.

"Dangdang. ”

Blocking a sword, Zhang Qingyang took a step back.

When he took three steps back in a row, and when his arm was numb, Lu Qianpeng slashed down with another sword.

The majestic sword qi hung upside down like a waterfall, roaring and about to completely submerge the opponent.

Seeing that the sword had come to the top of Zhang Qingyang's head, Lu Qianpeng was suddenly shocked, and when he just felt that something was wrong, he propped up with one leg.

It was as if the dragon that suddenly rushed out from under the water was taken by surprise and opened its mouth to devour.

Before this surging force could touch him, it had already made him feel like a boulder pressing against his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

"What kind of elusive leg trick is this!" As soon as this thought came to him, a sharp pain came from his heart, and he was kicked out.

Zhang Qingyang rushed to keep up.

Lu Qianpeng, who was kicked and tilted his head back to a terrible angle, raised his head again. glared at Zhang Qingyang, his tail slammed on the ground, slid for more than ten meters to stabilize his body, and pounced on Zhang Qingyang again.

Looking at the tough opponent, Zhang Qingyang's heart path immortal-level pet beast is indeed extraordinary. A kick that can smash a rock has no effect on the opponent, which shows the terrifying defense of the immortal-level pet beast.

The two fought fiercely together again, and this time Zhang Qingyang experienced the more terrifying Lu Qianpeng.

Lu Qianpeng has indeed practiced swordsmanship to the bones, and there is no place in his body that cannot be used as a sword.

In addition to the claws on the hands and feet, the knees and elbows can also attack and defend like sharp swords. Although his body technique is not as wonderful as that of the dragon traveling all over the world, his advance and retreat are as fast and swift as a sword, and he is full of a sense of danger.

The two of them fought here, and the destructive power was too strong, and the surrounding herd of wild cats and other wild beasts that had been ambushed by the big head fled from the nest and ran out with their families in tow.

Not to mention the destructive power generated when the two of them fought, it was the natural coercion brought by the immortal-level pet beasts, which was enough to make these beasts, fierce beasts, and a very few pet beasts feel terrified.

Ye Luo hid in the distance, overlooking the battle between the two.

No one else was present, and Ye Luo didn't hide his true thoughts, looking shocked. Lu Qianpeng was like a raging beast, constantly swordsmanning around Zhang Qingyang, and the surging sword light attacked in all directions, almost drowning Zhang Qingyang.

Lu Qianpeng undoubtedly occupies the advantage on the scene, and his moves are fierce and beautiful, which makes people feel frightened when they look at it.

But Ye Luo, a powerhouse of this level, could see at a glance that Lu Qianpeng was more of a strong and inward-looking. He seemed to have the upper hand, but he was actually led by Zhang Qingyang.

Zhang Qingyang unleashed the Eight Directions Wind and Rain Sword to defend himself as solid. Occasionally, when Lu Qianpeng wanted to withdraw from the battle circle, Zhang Qingyang would use his elusive leg technique to bully him closer, making it difficult for Lu Qianpeng to retreat.

Of course, in terms of swordsmanship, Zhang Qingyang is still a line behind Lu Qianpeng's old and spicy skills. So at this moment, Zhang Qingyang has a lot of sword wounds on his chest, back, arms, and ribs. The most dangerous thing was a sword wound on the forehead, which almost swept the eyeball.

However, under Lu Qianpeng's unsparing attack, Zhang Qingyang's swordsmanship gradually became more and more mellow, and the obvious flaws were basically gone. But under the strong pressure of Lu Qianpeng, there will be one or two flaws from time to time.

At this point, Ye Luo is no longer optimistic about Lu Qianpeng.

In Ye Luo's view, Zhang Qingyang's biggest killer weapon is sword intent. Now that he hasn't made his sword intent, he can already fight to a draw, and once the sword intent is displayed, Lu Qianpeng will definitely be defeated.

Although the influence of the primary sword intent on the immortal-level pet beast warrior is limited, the battle of masters, as long as the opponent reveals one or two flaws, it is already enough to defeat the opponent.

Zhang Qingyang concentrated on his swordsmanship, and the sharper Lu Qianpeng's attack was, the more he could feel the power of the Bafang Wind and Rain Sword.

The closer the swordsmanship got to perfection, the more he could appreciate the power of the swordsmanship of Lord Tongzhi, the kind of swordsmanship that lifted weights lightly and seemed to be a part of his body, far exceeded Zhang Qingyang's current understanding of swordsmanship. He himself felt that if it was a simple swordsmanship, he would not be able to survive ten moves under Tongzhi.

Lu Qianpeng was full of bitterness, he had always regarded himself as a genius in swordsmanship, and he had nothing to spare. Although Wang He and Wu Yunfu were strong, he only felt that the other party had a first-mover advantage. What really made him feel awe-inspiring was Tongzhi's swordsmanship, but he felt that if he was given twenty years, his swordsmanship could reach the same level as Tongzhi.

But Zhang Qingyang's appearance hit him deeply.

He is younger than him, and although his swordsmanship is still a little inferior to him, it is already amazing enough. What made him even more unbearable was that the other party was not inferior to himself in terms of comprehensive strength.

Evil thoughts are growing rapidly in my heart like weeds, once such a genius grows up, who else in the world will remember my name Lu Qianpeng.

The world is so cruel that you will only remember the name of the first place. The second place, the third place, and even the many strong people behind will only be ignored.

It must be strangled in the cradle, although the sword has not yet been fully practiced, and the price of casting it is not small, but it can't be controlled so much. Lu Qianpeng looked at each other, his eyes flickering.

Just when Lu Qianpeng was in pain with his murderous intent, the skeleton rat head suddenly screamed under Zhang Qingyang's signal. With the sound of the soul dementor, Zhang Qingyang smashed out five more soul bricks.

Lu Qianpeng's eyes shook with Venus shaking, and he was suddenly stunned on the spot. When he regained clarity after a second and a half, a white sweat suddenly appeared on his back.

The opponent's swordsmanship had been squeezed dry by himself, and he couldn't make himself feel enough pressure, and Zhang Qingyang felt that there was no need to continue. Zhang Qingyang smiled and said: "There is no injustice and no hatred, how about it end here?"

His smile was like a devil in Lu Qianpeng's eyes, Lu Qianpeng's face changed again and again, and he wanted to force his hand for a while, and then he was deeply afraid of the spiritual attack that the other party had just shown.

At this moment, Ye Luo suddenly fell and said, "It's best to end here." ”

Ye Luo's appearance gave Lu Qianpeng steps, he sighed in his heart, and turned to leave.

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