The senior Feng Daoming in front of him first reluctantly showed his four front teeth, shook his fat cheeks, and said a little reluctantly:

"They all said that you do have so much strength, and I still have some expectations for it. Please search ()! The fastest update is just, look at you like this, approximately, it is also the kind of kung fu that is used in the fist embroidery legs, hehe, hehe. With a clever look, my old Feng will not be very embarrassed by you at that time, and you will compare the two together, you don't know what to do, accept it when you see it, and quickly admit defeat and leave, understand? ”

Look, look at what I'm saying!

It seems to have a bit of the taste of Zhu Chun!

As long as you are a real knife and a real gun, I Xiaoyu can only be a fist and embroidered legs? That's too much to underestimate!

Xiao Yu's head buzzed incessantly for a while, and the little respect at the beginning was gone at this moment.

In line with the principle of self-denial and courtesy, Xiao Yu still smiled and hugged his fist towards Feng Daoming:

"Senior Feng's extra lift is really grateful! It's just that in the ring, the comparison is real knives and real guns. It's indispensable, Chi Yu still has the courage to ask Senior Feng for a trick! Offended! ”

Against Senior Feng, who is so deeply confident, Xiao Yu is really too lazy to grind his lips again, shake the Chixiao Sword, and get used to the sword body, starting with a move "Ten Thousand Streams Return to the Sect"!

This move is the meaning of all the true power in the collective with a sword, with all his strength, so as to force the other party to stand still and must quickly withdraw to dodge. Using this move, Xiao Yu's original intention is also a kind of strength warning, warning the other party not to be arrogant and underestimate the meaning of others for no reason.

Unexpectedly, Feng Daoming, who has always shown a calm demeanor of disdain, immediately laughed loudly:

"The pearl of rice grains, even dare to put any brilliance in front of my old Feng! Let's eat my old Feng Yijian! ”

Unwilling to dodge very much, Feng Daoming quickly pulled out the heavy sword in his arms and headed it towards Xiao Yu, splitting the face with a sword!

Xiao Yu caught his eye and saw that the sword in his hand was thick and heavy, and it was black, not at all like the style of the sword that is common on weekdays.

This guy does have a bit of arrogance!

Xiao Yu nodded secretly, but the sword intent in his hand did not change, and the tip of the sword was lightly tapped, and it was changed to that Feng Daoming's wrist vein.

That Feng Daoming seems to be rude, but he is not stupid in his bones, and his reaction is also very fast.

First of all, he visually measured the distance, knowing that his heavy sword could not get any bargain on Xiao Yu's side for the time being, so he quickly withdrew his sword and turned around, first retreating half a step back.

The crisis in the wrist has been solved for the time being, but the two murderous long swords are still inevitably knocked into one place!

With a sound of "boring", the two swords struck each other, and suddenly there was a fierce sound of gold and iron!

Xiao Yu was attacking with all his strength, and his strength was naturally amazing.

That Feng Daoming took out an attitude of full suppression at the beginning, and his sword was naturally violent!

The two forces were agitated together, and Xiao Yu only felt that his arms were a little numb!

They each took half a step back, and both of them, invariably, examined the sword in their hands.