Lu Yukang and Ma Feiyan shot their swords at Qin Shuang together.

Qin Shuang was bent on running towards Long Yifan and sending out a sword-breaking momentum, a sword.

In the end, Lu Yukang and Ma Feiyan, who were holding wooden swords, although they hit Qin Shuang's back, they only cut Qin Shuang's clothes and failed to leave a wound.

In other words, Qin Shuang simply ignored Lu Yukang and Ma Feiyan.

A sword went down, broke Long Yifan's defense, cut off Long Yifan's wooden sword, and just when Long Yifan had already given up, Qin Shuang collected the sword style, flew in the air, and rushed through the line.

"Hahaha, Fifth Senior Brother, with you, it's hard to follow you without showing your face. Cai Zhiqing hurriedly came over and put his arm around Qin Shuang's shoulder.

Qin Yao and the others were also full of amazement.

And the dozens of people who picked up a bargain and rushed over with almost no effort. They all looked at Qin Shuang in surprise.

Pass the line, pass naturally.

But the Seven Great Disciples had now been completely enraged by Qin Shuang.

The Seven Great Disciples, they are not the only personal disciples of the Seven Great Sword Emperors, but in the Holy Sword Villa, which has thousands of outer disciples, they are definitely the pride of the sky.

Today, in full view of everyone, I never expected that seven would fight one.

Although they only used eighty percent of their strength in the end, and they held wooden swords in their hands, that was by no means a reason for defeat.

For a moment, the seven great disciples, you look at me, I look at you, the domineering arrogance on their faces completely disappeared, and was replaced by anger caused by shame.

Especially Long Yifan, holding a half-cut sword in his hand, his hands were trembling, I don't know if he was angry or frightened.

Lu Yukang, Ma Feiyan and the others all looked at Chu Fei.

As the second-ranked disciple of the Heaven Dou Sword Emperor, Chu Fei became the leader of the seven disciples dumbly.

The crowd was waiting for him to come up with an idea.

Chu Fei's face was very depressed, obviously, he also felt a little embarrassed.

At this moment, Long Yifan roared: "Boy, dare to play with me, Lao Tzu wants your life." ”

Airplanes!

A sword roar suddenly sounded.

On the stone platform, the silver light flashed, like a lightning bolt in the dark night.

The half of the wooden sword in Long Yifan's hand had fallen to the ground, and in its place, it was a long sword with a deep cold aura, the sword body was smooth, the sword light was dazzling, and the faint blue light was full of the sword body, and the murderous aura loomed.

The battle qi on Long Yifan's body also became extremely solid in an instant.

Obviously, Long Yifan, who has a seventh-grade martial artist realm, can't control so much.

Qin Shuang's sword made Long Yifan deeply understand that without absolute strength, he couldn't deal with Qin Shuang at all.

With a loud roar, Long Yifan ignored the line and rushed towards Qin Shuang.

Seeing this, Chu Fei shouted: "Yifan, stop." ”

This is a test, not a fight, and now Long Yifan's appearance is completely desperate, where is still the appearance of a disciple of the Holy Sword Villa.

It's a pity that Long Yifan was so ashamed that he couldn't listen to it at all.

The distance between Qin Shuang and Long Yifan was not far away, Long Yifan suddenly attacked, and he arrived in front of Qin Shuang in the blink of an eye.

This time, a flame of anger ignited when Qin's chest was neutral.

Cai Zhiqing blocked Qin Shuang's body with an arrow step, and in a hurry, he was ready to use his body to block this sword for Qin Shuang.

"Fifth junior brother, be careful. ”

can have a brother who uses his body to block the sword for himself at the moment of life and death.

Qin Shuang was extremely grateful in his heart, and at the same time, this also stimulated his anger even more.

The situation was at a moment's notice, and the sword blade in Long Yifan's hand was only two feet away from Cai Zhiqing's chest.

One foot.

Suddenly, a hand glowing with ice crystals suddenly poked out and grabbed Long Yifan's sword body.

At this moment, the sword blade was only three inches away from Cai Zhiqing's chest.

The sword in front of the sword had already pierced a bloody hole in Cai Zhiqing's chest.

Cai Zhiqing's eyes widened, and his face was full of horror as he looked at the long sword in front of him, which was almost pierced in, and beads of sweat the size of beans had overflowed on his forehead.

Just rushed out, it was the instinct forced by the situation.

How many people can stand still in the face of death?

Long Yifan struggled with his sword, but was grabbed by Qin Shuang's hand covered with Xuan Bing, the sword body couldn't help shaking, and he struggled several times but couldn't break free.

Cai Zhiqing's chest was already bleeding bright red blood, Qin Shuang's eyes swept away, he turned his head to look at Long Yifan suddenly, two cold lights shot out of his eyes, Long Yifan looked at him, and he felt a little frightened for a while.

The next moment, Xuan Bingqi followed the long sword in Long Yifan's hand and attacked towards Long Yifan.

Long Yifan was not ambiguous, he directly ran the battle qi to counterattack.

As a personal disciple of the Eight Great Sword Emperors of the Holy Sword Villa, Long Yifan deeply understood what the sword meant to him, so although he had already felt a chill hit his bones, he would never give up the sword in his hand.

However, it can't be drawn back, and it can't be handed over.

Neither the battle qi nor the sword qi could force Qin Shuang's hand away.

"Stinky boy, you let go. ”

"Stinky boy, do you know who Lao Tzu is, let go. ”

Long Yifan struggled three times, but it was all in vain, Qin Shuang's hand was like a vice, clamping Long Yifan's sword to the death.

"Hmph, Holy Sword Villa, I've already passed the level, but you secretly killed my brother, get out!"

Oh!

Qin Shuang finally let go of his hand, but Long Yifan was not happy.

A dragon groan sounded, and while Qin Shuang let go of his hand, he punched Long Yifan fiercely.

Long Yifan's attention was all on grabbing the sword, and just as he used his fourth force to retract the sword, Qin Shuang suddenly let go of his hand.

Long Yifan used too much force, and the whole person instantly began to regress.

At the same time, Qin Shuang's punch hit the fist style of Taizu Dragon Fist and Dragon Break, and the dragon-shaped battle qi went straight to Long Yifan.

Long Yifan couldn't avoid it, and was slammed into his chest by the dragon-shaped battle qi.

Bang!

"Ah....... ”

With a scream, Long Yifan flew back, but he still clutched the sword in his hand.

The next moment, Qin Shuang's dragon claw hand followed, and this time, the dragon claw hand did not run towards Long Yifan, but grabbed the sword in Long Yifan's hand.

Qin Shuang understood that after all, this was the Holy Sword Villa, and it was never wise to cause people to die here.

However, I had to teach Long Yifan a lesson.

If you want the life of a mortal, you can't do it, but taking away his sword is equivalent to asking for his second life.

So, Qin Shuang snatched the sword in Long Yifan's hand.

This time, Long Yifan was too busy to take care of himself, and the sword in his hand was directly snatched away by Qin Shuang's dragon claw hand.

Thanks to Chu Feishan, who stepped forward to stop Long Yifan, otherwise, Long Yifan would probably be knocked off the stone platform by Qin Shuang's fist.

When Long Yifan stood firm, Chu Fei and the others had already gathered around him.

Long Yifan was shocked, and his face was a little pale.

"Yifan, Yifan?"

Chu Fei called out loudly, Long Yifan came back to his senses, and he immediately looked at the other side.

When he saw that the sword that originally belonged to him was in the hands of a hairy boy who should have been assessed by him, Long Yifan almost vomited a mouthful of blood.

"You, you, ahem....... ”

(End of chapter)