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Under the frenzy of spiritual power raging in the dynasty, the surrounding space seemed to become distorted. Yang Qian only felt a surging force, pressing on him without any room for negotiation.

The wind, madness!

Yang Qian's clothes danced wildly, pressed tightly by this crazy breath, and stuck to his body. The speed of the dynasty's attack seemed to be slow, but it was actually very fast, and almost in just one breath, the crystal clear "Vajra Hand" had already pressed on Yang Qian's chest.

Yang Qian's breathing became rapid. The dynasty at this time gave him a strong sense of oppression, which was the suppression of absolute strength. If Yang Qian wanted to dodge this palm, he had to give up the blue water dragon yuan in his hand.

However, once the blue water dragon yuan gets out of hand, the dynasty's attack will inevitably be more fierce, and at that time, Yang Qian will really have no chance of winning.

What to do?

Between the lightning and flint, Yang Qian thought quickly, and suddenly, his eyes lit up, and the palm holding the blue water Longyuan was released. His body suddenly fell backwards, and he was about to fall to the ground, when he gently pressed his palm on the ground.

Sou!

Yang Qian's body shuttled forward, and in the blink of an eye, he was next to the steel sword that the dynasty had dropped to the ground.

Gathering the spiritual power on the palm of his hand, he probed in the direction of the steel sword, and the steel sword swooped into Yang Qian's hand as if it was attracted by a magnet.

It's a long process, but it's just a matter of moments.

The stainless steel sword was in his hand, but Yang Qian's movements did not stop, his palm slammed into the ground, and the whole person ejected under the action of the reaction force. The light in his hand flickered, and the steel sword approached the dynasty.

Wang Dynasty glanced at Yang Qian, who had attacked, and was slightly surprised.

In Fang Cai's situation, the dynasty was already sure that Yang Qian would be seriously injured, so that he could not get up. But he didn't expect Yang Qian to avoid his attack so skillfully, and he also took the initiative instead.

When the sword light struck, Wang Chao's face was solemn, and his palm flipped over, and he held the hilt of the sword of the blue water dragon yuan.

This time the dynasty was not as hasty as Fang Cai, a sneer flashed on his face, and when the brilliance shone, the dynasty attacked Yang Qian's sword momentum.

Sonorous!

The sword shadows are staggered, and the two swords strike each other.

For a while, it was difficult to distinguish between the superior and the inferior.

Yang Qian was surprised by the dynasty's attainments in swordsmanship, and how could the dynasty not? Among the two, the surprise of the dynasty was even better!

In the inner gate, if you talk about swordsmanship, his dynasty and the white light sword are second, and no one dares to say that they are the first. But at this time, Yang Qian's subtlety in swordsmanship made him a little ashamed.

However, the more this happened, the more competitive the dynasty became. Xin said: "How can the spark compete with the bright moon? Wang Chao smiled contemptuously, and the speed of his sword was a little faster.

But no matter how fast he drew his sword, Yang Qian could always fight with him.

As time went on, the dynasty was in a bit of a hurry. With so many inner doors watching the two of them fighting in the field, the top three in the inner door of the dynasty couldn't even take a single outer disciple. This made the dynasty feel that he was very faceless, if he didn't fight quickly and beat Yang Qian down, what majesty would he have in the inner door in the future?

Thinking of this, the dynasty looked ruthless. Eighty percent of the spiritual power frantically poured into the long sword in his hand, and suddenly the light of the long sword skyrocketed. Between the two of them, their long swords intersected, and Yang Qian only felt a huge repulsive force constantly shaking his long sword away.

In this way, Yang Qian's sword momentum lost its accuracy, and the dynasty seized this opportunity, and the long sword stepped forward and attacked from Yang Qian's flaw.

Yang Qian wanted to return to the sword to block, but the force of repulsion made Yang Qian's heart more than enough. In desperation, he had no choice but to step away and dodge.

However, Wang Chao seemed to have expected Yang Qian's reaction, only to see him smile coldly, not seeing how he moved, and his figure flashed in front of Yang Qian.

The speed of the dynasty was so fast that Yang Qian didn't have time to react at all.

Wang Chao threw a punch violently, and Yang Qian saw a huge fist growing in front of him. Around the fist, terrifying spiritual power fluctuations shook the air, making bursts of sizzling sounds.

Yang Qian wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

Seeing this scene, Yang Hu's heartbeat stopped. He couldn't have known how terrifying the dynasty's cultivation was. Moreover, everyone can see that Wang Dynasty's punch has no merciful intentions. If Yang Qian is hit, he will be seriously injured if he does not die.

The inner disciples who were watching couldn't help but gasp.

The evil celebrities of the dynasty in the inner gate are well known, and the ruthlessness of its methods is even more known. Although there are many people who are dissatisfied with the domineering and arrogant of the dynasty, no one dares to say half a word. Now that the dynasty has dealt a heavy hand to Yang Qian, many inner disciples sympathize with Yang Qian, but they dare not stand up to stop him.

The fist instantly approached Yang Qian's head, and the inner disciples who were watching closed their eyes one after another, unable to bear to see this scene.

"No!" Yang Hu's eyes were wide open, his two eyes were already red, and the tiger's body pounced, hoping to rescue Yang Qian.

However, where is Yang Hu's speed as fast as the fist of the dynasty?

Bang!

There was a heavy muffled sound, which made the hearts of everyone present beat suddenly.

"It's miserable!" Many inner disciples who closed their eyes sighed secretly in their hearts, shook their heads, and slowly opened their eyes.

"Huh?" However, when everyone opened their eyes, they were stunned with surprise.

They did not see the tragic scene that they had expected.

"Void...... Elder Xuyun? ”

Everyone stared at the field quietly, but at some point, an old figure stood in front of Yang Qian. A palm that looked old and withered grabbed the fist that Wang Dynasty smashed towards Yang Qian.

Yang Qian raised his eyes and saw a rickety old man standing in front of him. A gray robe was wrapped around his body, like a dead log.

The old man looks very ordinary, like an old man in the countryside, but he gives people a sense of immaculateness.

"At such a young age, how can you be so ruthless?" The old man's voice was soft, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

In front of this old man, the dynasty lost his temper and became much more honest. He withdrew his fist and saluted respectfully: "Disciple Dynasty, I have seen Elder Xuyun. ”

Elder Xuyun groaned, didn't look at the dynasty, turned around and glanced at Yang Qian a few times, and said, "The root bone is wonderful, and he is a genius in sword practice." Not bad, not bad. Elder Xuyun was full of smiles, and his two bright eyes stared at Yang Qian, flashing with appreciation.

Hearing Elder Xuyun praise Yang Qian and ignore himself, a wave of hatred swelled in Wang Dynasty's heart, and he glanced at Yang Qian fiercely.

He is Elder Xuyun?

Yang Qian looked at Elder Xuyun, surprised and delighted. In any case, I didn't expect that meeting with Elder Xuyun would be such a scene.

Yang Qian was about to salute when he suddenly heard Elder Xuyun say: "Stinky boy, I have confiscated disciples in Xuyun for decades, are you willing to be my closed disciple?" ”

Ga!

As soon as Elder Xuyun said this, all the outer disciples suddenly fell silent, and then there was an uproar.

"Elder Xuyun wants to accept that outer disciple as a disciple, I heard you right?"

"What's the origin of this kid?"

"Elder Xuyun has confiscated apprentices for forty years, that kid is too lucky!"

The outer disciples were amazed, and they all cast envious glances and stared at Yang Qian strangely.

And when the dynasty heard Elder Xuyun's words that he wanted to accept Yang Qian as an apprentice, his face turned green with anger. I was jealous and unhappy.

As the top three in the inner door, where can he not compare to this outer boy?

However, Elder Xuyun actually fell in love with Yang Qian.

"This blind old man!" Wang Chao scolded secretly in his heart, glanced at Yang Qian with contempt, snorted coldly, turned around and left.