"Cloud Dragon Tribulation!"

As Wen Qing shouted softly, the long sword shrank back slightly, and the whole person also took half a step back at the same time, and the more than ten silver rays that were originally stuck in the air with the other party were also in unison in an instant.

The tip of the sword trembled slightly, and the sound of the chanting sword kept coming from here, and at this moment, the seemingly ordinary sword shadow was actually the precursor of Wen Qing's secret technique.

Secretly, this woman's silver teeth clenched, and the black hair that was wrapped in front because of her instantaneous retreat could not cover the beads of sweat that continued to flow down her forehead, and the true qi in her body was running at high speed like a train, constantly adding her true qi to the long sword, even if the meridians in her body were hit by the pain of being overloaded with true qi, she did not hesitate!

"Yin~!" A sound like a dragon chanting and a phoenix roared suddenly sounded, and there was an extra piece on the tip of the sword that was originally trembling slightly, and the entire sword body was like a luminous body, turning into a piece of crystal blue.

"Sword Mang! It turned out to be a sword!! Impossible! No matter how talented you are, you won't be able to master the sword at the beginning of the day after tomorrow! But anyone who uses a sword master, even if he reaches the peak of the day after tomorrow, there are very few people who condense the sword! You! I know, as a member of the royal family, you must have some kind of treasure on you, it must be like this! Otherwise~"

When he saw the piece of sword light on the opposite Wen Qing's long sword, the middle-aged man was full of disbelief, and his heart was full of disbelief, both surprised and happy, and even the old face that had been tense all the time was also a look of surprise at this time, and he thought in his heart that he would take that strange treasure as his own afterwards, so that his strength would definitely increase greatly.

It's just that before he finished his nonsense, he stopped there, because since the other party has condensed the sword, the secret technique to be performed after that is definitely not simple, don't look at the way he has the upper hand now, if he is not careful, it is really possible to be planted under the opponent's indestructible sword!

I saw that Wen Qing's head was slightly lowered at this time, her brows were upside down, and a pair of dark eyes were shining and staring at the other party, and in less than half a second, this secret technique had been accumulated, just as the other party thought, with her current strength, if she wanted to use the sword and use the secret technique, it was impossible to pay enough price without the help of some strange treasures.

In fact, at this time, the warm body is already empty except for the true qi reserved to maintain the secret art, it can be said that all his hopes are bet on this move, winning is a big victory, losing is a captured end, the risk is extremely high, but if you don't take the risk, judging from the previous battle record, in the end, you are indispensable to a defeat, since this is the case, then you naturally have to gamble!

"Drink~!"

With the sound of warm cheers, the long sword in his hand was shining brightly, and the half-foot sword that seemed to be long on the tip of the sword suddenly changed again, and it actually rose to a meter away, although the sword was crystal blue, but its momentum was as dazzling as the sun, and the eyes of the person on the opposite side couldn't help but shrink, and he was hurt by this light, and then a cold meaning came from the sword, so that the middle-aged man seemed to be placed in the 10,000-year-old ice, and the whole person couldn't help but shiver, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover it at the moment.

"Not good!" At this time, when he made this action, the uncle's heart sank suddenly, and a bad feeling instantly spread all over the body, and he couldn't wait any longer, with many years of experience in fighting, his feet were full of strength, and the whole person rose from the ground in an instant.

"呲len~!" With a sour and piercing cracking sound came.

I saw that at this time, in the open space below the middle-aged man, there was a deep sword mark at some point, the sword mark was more than two meters arc-shaped, and the stone slabs on both sides of the trace were smooth and straight, as if they were cut out by professional tools, and if you looked closely, you could also find some ice crystal particles from this sword mark.

And Wen Qing was holding a sword and squatting at this time, but the position suddenly appeared directly below the uncle, and he was looking up at the other party coldly, just when the middle-aged man was also looking down at this time, and was directly startled by the scene in front of him.

Wen Qing didn't have any more nonsense, the long sword in his hand was straight, and the whole person followed with a slight force, chasing the other party's jumping figure, and at the same time, the long sword shook slightly, and the sound of the sword groan came again, and a wonderful arc was crossed from the bottom to the top, and the brilliant glow in the air above the tip of the sword was like a dragon rising from the ground, with a breathtaking roar, and went straight to the body of the person on top.

At this time, the other party was naturally a dead soul, and in an instant, the placket of the vest was already soaked with cold sweat, in this case, it was expected that it would be difficult for him to retreat under the attack of the sword, so his face flashed ruthlessly, and he ran the true qi in his body with all his strength, and quickly adjusted his posture, and the whole person was weirdly horizontal in mid-air in an instant, and at the same time, a hand covered with tungsten iron fist gloves suddenly poked out, and it was directly slapped on the sword body of the long sword when the sword light had not yet reached him.

"Poof!" With a bang, the jet-black iron palm actually passed directly through the sword body, and was divided into two by the sword attached to the long sword, whether it was the tungsten iron fist that was still strong before or his palm, there was only half left at this time, and the wound didn't even have time to bleed out, and it was frozen in an instant.

But the effect of the middle-aged man doing this is also obvious, Wen Qing's inevitable sword was also deviated from the past by the other party's shot, and he narrowly cut off a large piece of his black hair, and passed by the scalp, and the other party was also lucky not to be injured by the long sword, except for a bald piece, he was not injured again.

"Humph!" Seeing this, Wen Qing snorted coldly, the long sword shook instantly, and the dragon also turned into thousands of star marks in an instant, like a meteor, each of which was a body attack with a sword, attacking the other party.

"Jack Drop!"

Seeing this, the middle-aged man naturally didn't dare to slack off, and his whole body turned flexibly in the air, and the true qi in his body ran according to a strange route, and the whole person fell straight down like a weighing stone that fell into the water.

At the same time, it may also be with the mind of a strong man breaking his wrist and breaking the jar, on the one hand, he tried his best to dodge the opponent's attack, with his rich experience, he narrowly avoided several key attacks, and on the other side, he gritted his teeth and boldly circled with Wen Qing directly with the arm that was cut off by the opponent's palm.

"Whoa~!" After several consecutive sharp blades slashing through the body, I saw that the uncle's arm had turned into a rain of blood and completely disappeared at this time, leaving only the shoulder above the elbow still retained a Qi fracture, and the wound was frozen because of Wen Qing's true qi and cold, which also saved the other party's own effort to stop the bleeding.

And at such a big price, the middle-aged man finally managed to dodge the brilliant attack like the starry streaks in the sky and fell to the ground.

"Falling Star Sword!" Wen Qing naturally wouldn't let the other party escape so lightly, and at the same time, he also performed the last trick in the Three Tribulations of the Cloud Dragon.

I saw that at this time, her whole body turned very weird and agile, her head was facing down, and the long sword in her hand was also like the name of the move, according to the bright sword light on the tip of the sword, it was really like a falling star across a wonderful arc, seizing people's hearts, with a heartbreaking momentum and speed, the whole person and the sword became one, and fell towards the middle-aged man below who had not yet come and breathed a sigh of relief, in his desperate gaze, the sword light had already reached his throat in the blink of an eye.

"Ahem!"

Suddenly, there was an abrupt coughing sound, which seemed to be a person choking in water, accompanied by a mouthful of blood spilled and slowly dripping to the ground.

This voice actually came from Wen Qing's mouth, I saw that this woman's eyes were dull at this time, and the true qi in her body had been completely exhausted, no matter how hard she tried to urge, she couldn't squeeze out a point, and the sword on the long sword had no energy support at this time, just like a Youlan that had lost its branches, and it was suddenly short, and the original place that almost pierced the opponent's skin shrank back by more than half.

"How so? Cough! Wen Qing couldn't help but ask in her heart, but her thoughts were interrupted by her own coughing, after the meridians in her body lost the nourishment of her true qi, it was like being burned by fire, which made the pain unbearable, and her body subconsciously twitched while she was still in the air, but the sword could no longer be pierced.

The middle-aged man escaped death at this time, so he naturally wanted to seize every opportunity, and he had no time to take care of the other party's situation in his heart, so he quickly raised a kick and kicked the other party hard.

"Bang!" With a bang, Wen Qing's body was suddenly hit and flew upside down, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground again.

Anger was born between joy and sorrow, which is a portrayal of the middle-aged man's state of mind at this time, after experiencing the moment between life and death, he now finds that his life is so fragile, so powerless in the face of death, so he will never allow himself to be threatened like this again.

With a squint of eyes, he stared at Wen Qing's figure that was still falling back in the air, leaving all the mission identities behind, and running forward with all his strength under his feet, while the only remaining arm was raised high, his iron fist was clenched, and he was about to catch up with Wen Qing in a few big steps, his eyes were full of fierceness, and he was about to smash down on her body!

That's just at this time.

"Whew~!" The sound of breaking the sky came, with a strong wind, blowing his ears were a burst of pain, the middle-aged man glanced at the corner of his eye, seeing that the thing was about to come, judging by his rich experience, this must be a heavy object that is rapidly approaching him, and the landing point of the thing is in front of him, if he runs forward again, he will be hit by this thing.

Gritting his teeth with hatred, staring at the figure that was gradually moving away from him, he finally chose to retreat.

"Dang!" There was a crisp sound of metal hitting the ground, and through the splash of smoke, the middle-aged man locked his eyes on the blue and white totem pole inserted in the ground, and his eyes couldn't help but shrink.

In an instant, a circle of light green light spread from above, quickly sweeping over his body, almost meaninglessly, the middle-aged man was lucky with the true qi in his body to resist, and the whole person also kicked the ground hard, and quickly flew back.