If you want to beat this guy in front of you, and if you want to fight quickly, you can't do it without showing some real effort.

With a turn of thought, Xiao Yu first sacrificed that set, Nangong Ping had taught himself the set of swordsmanship under the moon.

This set of swordsmanship was in a hurry before, and Xiao Yu had also shown it in a small way.

It's just that he just made a few strokes in front of people, and he was not willing to show his skills.

Now, against this person, Xiao Yu no longer has the idea of hiding his secrets, and one move and one style makes it quite a success.

Facing Xiao Yuxin's swordsmanship, Qin Ming seemed to know the stakes, he was stunned at first, and then the sword moves in his hand also became slow and solemn.

Xiao Yu looked at his methodical response, and couldn't help but add a trace of anxiety:

It seems that this Qin Ming has obviously seen this set of swordsmanship.

Seeing that he was busy and slowly counterattacked, and every time he unloaded his own offensive just right, Xiao Yu's heart was inevitably full of bitterness: In other words, this trick is not a trick, and every step of attacking others seems to be able to anticipate the future early, how can this be good!

After a while, Xiao Yu's clothes that had just been dried began to quietly become sweaty again.

Between the actions, Xiao Yu began to have the embarrassment of panting like a cow again.

After a few fights in succession, Xiao Yu obviously felt that his strength had begun to deteriorate significantly.

After continuing to drag on like this, with his current physical strength, facing the energetic and energetic Qin Ming on the opposite side, I am afraid that if I support it for a while, I will lose after all.

As soon as the results of such a grim analysis came out, Xiao Yu only felt that in an instant, his originally stable state of mind suddenly became painful.

How can this be?

How can you endure this?!

How can you bear to lose?!

If you lose, wouldn't all the hard work you have had for so many days be in vain?!

If he loses, who will save Jin Cancan?!

If he loses, will that stupid Feng Tao sit under the stage and cry? !

After questioning himself several times in a row, Xiao Yu only felt that his whole body was clear and turbid. Even at her dantian, a cool internal force began to be automatically generated, and her mind, which had originally become a little groggy, suddenly became clear:

Take advantage of your physical strength to quickly take this guy!

No matter what, you can't afford to lose!

Biting his lower lip desperately, Xiao Yu glared angrily, and looked at Qin Ming, who was still swinging his sword leisurely, which was a big move that he was reluctant to make easily:

Megatron Eight Desolations!

As soon as this sword came out, Xiao Yu only felt that his Chixiao Sword, after emitting a shallow dragon groan in this moment, stabbed towards the old scholar Qin Mingmeng like a radiant glow.

The afternoon sun is brilliant and blazing.

On the ring, where the temperature has risen significantly, it looks hot and hot.

This powerful trick was inadvertently obtained by Xiao Yu in a mysterious ancient tomb when he followed Nangong Ping around in his early years to hunt for treasures.

Because Nangong Ping once solemnly said to himself, a trick, a trick, the last fatal move. Therefore, this sword move, Xiao Yu never took it out easily until it was at a critical juncture.