"Let me win!In the next game, the Wudang Sect will fight against the Huashan Sect!" After speaking, Zhu Yingyue glanced in the direction of the Seven Killing God Sect with hatred, and muttered from time to time, "Why isn't it that villain's turn!"

is also a fallen person at the end of the world, since he chose to plunge into the whirlpool of rivers and lakes at the beginning, it is already difficult to get out again. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoBoth of them have a reason to be the object of others to watch, and both of them are silent.

Standing still for a moment, I saw Chongxu Dao Chang smiling slightly, his body slowly turned right, his left hand held the sword upward, the sword body was horizontal to his chest, and the palms of his left and right palms were facing each other, like holding a round ball. Feng Qingyang saw that his long sword had not yet come out, and he was already gaining momentum, and he was staring at it intently. The old man's sword in his left hand slowly drew forward, forming an arc. The wind cleared and felt a cold air, approaching it, if he didn't fight back, he couldn't do it.

In a hurry, I couldn't see the flaws in the sword technique, but I just dotted a sword to break the momentum.

Suddenly, Chong Xu's sword-holding hand changed, and the cold light flashed, and it slashed out towards the wind Qingyang's neck. This time it was so fast and incoherent that the onlookers couldn't help but shout. It's just that the rapid rush has departed from the initial artistic conception of being immobile and flawless.

Feng Qingyang immediately saw that he was a flaw, and the long sword stabbed out, pointing at the "abyss liquid hole" under his flank, Chong Xuan was naturally not the kind of mediocre person who practiced his head and did not understand the changes of the enemy, and immediately set up the long sword.

Only a sound of "dang" was heard, and the two swords intersected, and both of them took a step back.

"Old Taoist, your skills can't be the same as back then!"

"Each other...... This!" Chong Xuan held the sword between the words and couldn't help shaking, and suddenly stabbed flat, the tip of the sword trembled sharply, and he couldn't see where the attack was going.

As soon as he made this killing move, Feng Qingyang, who had studied the Nine Swords of Loneliness, saw a few flaws, and at that moment, the long sword pointed at the opponent's left eyebrow flatly. If the old man continued to stab forward with his sword, he would have been hit in the left forehead first, and by the time the tip of his sword stabbed again, he would have been one step too late.

It's just that the sword move of Chong Xuan has not been finished, and suddenly, several white circles of light appeared in front of Feng Qingyang's eyes, large circles and small circles, positive circles and oblique circles, flickering, and it is the highest meaning of the Taiji Sword, "Draw a circle and curse you!"

When the wind was clear, he was frightened, so he used the eight successful oblique gongs, wanting to destroy the circle of Chong Xu. "When", the two swords handed over again, but the expected circle did not stop, but let Chong Xuan use the power of the wind to blow a blow, and took advantage of the situation to make more and more apertures on the sword, and after a while, his whole body has been hidden in countless apertures, the aperture has not disappeared, the other is regenerated, although the long sword is extremely fast, but can not hear the slightest sound of the golden blade splitting the wind, which shows that the flexibility of the sword strength has reached the realm.

At this time, Feng Qingyang could no longer see the gaps in his swordsmanship, and felt as if there were thousands of long swords protecting his whole body. Rushing to the void and pure on the defensive, there is no flaw at the end. However, the fortress made of the blades of the sword was able to move, and thousands of circles of light were slowly surging like waves. The old man did not attack one move at a time, but a defensive position mixed with dozens of swordsmanship, and turned into an offensive at the same time. Feng Qingyang only felt that he ran into a turtle shell full of sharp thorns, and in desperation, he had to retreat and avoid it.

He took a step back, and the aperture pressed further, and in an instant he was already on the edge of the ring, and according to the rules, falling out of the ring is equivalent to losing.

The victory and defeat are in the evening, when Feng Qingyang had fought with Chongxu, but Chongxu could not make such a mellow Taiji sword back then, and lost to the lonely nine swords in a few moves, I never thought that time passed, and the situation changed so much.

But everyone has a more or less good face, he can accept that Chong Xuan catches up with him and even defeats him after many years, but he can't accept that he Chong Xuan defeated him unharmed in front of so many people.

Thinking of this, his heart stabbed through the center of the old man's sword aperture. If the center of the circle is a flaw, then naturally everything is fine. But if it weren't for the flaw, Feng Qingyang stabbed in with a sword, and gave him a long sword twist, and his arm would be broken instantly.

With a loud sound of "dang", Feng Qingyang only felt a violent shock in his chest, and his blood surged, but one arm was still intact. The old man took two steps back, put away his sword and stood up, "Qingyang layman's swordsmanship is both divine and courageous, and the old man admires and admires!"

Feng Qingyang knew at this time that Shicai took such a risky blow, and he really found the weakness of the opponent's swordsmanship, but the swordsmanship was too high, and the center of the aperture was the most dangerous place, and he actually practiced to hide the flaws in it, among the thousands of swordsmen in the world, I am afraid that it is rare for one to dare to risk himself.

He got it right, and also replied modestly: "Luck, luck!"

This battle is indeed very beneficial to the advancement of his martial arts, the strongest point of the enemy's tricks is actually the weakest point, the strongest point can be broken, and the rest is easily solved.

The strongest mystery has been defeated, and Chong Xuan did not insist much, and took the initiative to admit defeat.

"Huashan is clear and winning!...... next game" When she saw the note, Zhu Yingyue raised her eyebrows: "The leader of the Seven Killing God Sect fights against Zuo Lengchan, the head of the Songshan faction!"

As Wan Yankang stepped forward step by step, the Venerable of the inn who was mixed in the crowd had a twitch on their faces, "Is he idle, does it hurt?"

No matter what the Venerables of the inn thought, Wan Yankang stood in the ring so calmly.

"Why, the junior lost too ugly, and he didn't even dare to report his name?"

"I'm afraid that your loss will be too ugly, and I can't hold this wild way by reading my name for a lifetime. ”

"You're looking for death!" said the Great Songyang Divine Palm with an angry blow.

"Smack!" With a crisp and beautiful slap sound, Zuo Lengchan flew upside down to the ground, and the red slap prints were clearly visible on his face when he got up.

"You! you...... Look for death!"

"Smack!"

"You ......" Zuo Lengchan is a generation of heroes after all, he suffered two losses, but he also calmed down, and he circled around Wanyan Kang to find flaws and was not in a hurry to attack. It's just that he found helplessly, no matter how he looked for it, he found that Wan Yankang's whole body was flawed, but as long as he made a move, he was always slapped and flew to the ground.

"What kind of martial arts are you doing?"

"Ten slaps of insects!" he clapped his hands vigorously as he spoke, indicating that "ba" was the "ba" of the slap.

"You're me?"

"I'm a good girl, I thought I hid it well, but I didn't expect you to be too witty!"

Zuo Lengchan is Zuo Lengchan after all, "Your Excellency is skilled in martial arts, I am ashamed of myself, admit defeat in the next!" arched his hand and stepped down.

"The ancestor is too bullying!" Ling Hu Chong whispered.

"Brother, what you promised me!" Looking at Zhu Yin, who had an unpredictable face, Zhu Yingyue reminded.

"This ...... Little sister, if we don't think about it in the long run, if I get slapped like this in public, even if I hit him on his knees and beg for mercy, my face will be lost...... Why don't you settle it privately?"