The newly learned martial arts path, coupled with the newly learned Snow Jade Mental Method, made Xiao Yu's mental power poured into the Chixiao Sword in his palm suddenly skyrocket!

After a shallow sound of dragon groaning, the body of the Chixiao Sword in Xiao Yu's palm quickly changed from the original silver-white color that only emitted a cold and cold light, and gradually, some magic began to become slightly red. Please search ()! The fastest update

The Yin-colored sword light made Xiao Yu finally understand why the name of the sword in his hand was called Chixiao.

It turns out that the Chixiao Sword, which exerts its original power, should be like this!

I used to just take it and slash it around, but I was a little wronged by this ancient divine weapon!

reluctantly avoided Xiao Yu's first three swords, and the arrogant Deng Weipeng on the opposite side also began to be greatly shocked:

"It is rumored that you little white face is scheming, and there are endless tricks, and my old Deng Yuan also thinks that you are just a little gangster who sells his reputation and reputation, I don't want to, you still have such strength in your hands! In other words, I did underestimate you a little before! ”

The stainless steel whip in his hand shook, Deng Weipeng didn't dare to be distracted in the slightest, and the steel whip shook out a terrifying buzzing sound, and smashed straight towards Xiao Yu's head.

Seeing that his steel whip was heavy, Xiao Yu didn't dare to take the Chixiao Sword in his hand and take it hard, so he could only take the strategy of "encircling Wei to save Zhao", the tip of the sword shook, and directly stabbed Deng Weipeng's waist and ribs.

"Ho ho, a little white face, but there are really so many of them!" After screaming loudly, Deng Weipeng hurriedly withdrew his whip and retreated.

Seeing his vague footsteps and revealing a little flaw, Xiao Yu was willing to let it go!

With a twist of the tip of the sword, Xiao Yu hurriedly swung the sword and slashed horizontally towards Deng Weipeng's two strands.

Deng Weipeng was a little panicked at this moment:

"Shout, if your grandfather is slower, are you going to cut your grandfather in half? A little thing that doesn't know whether to live or die! ”

As soon as the fat foot stomped, Deng Weipeng smashed Xiao Yu's steel whip with more and more force, and it became heavier and heavier.

Xiao Yu, who had always been walking with a light and agile sword, suddenly felt the heavy pressure from all around.

I only felt that the heavy steel whip in Deng Weipeng's hand was like a heavy and powerful tornado, and it didn't stop hovering on Xiao Yu's side.

Considering the heavy pressure emitted by the steel whip, Xiao Yu had no choice but to perform the familiar spirit dance steps, and carefully walked in all directions.

It's a pity that the spirit dance steps that were originally familiar and smooth everywhere became unexpectedly a little difficult when they came to Deng Weipeng's side!

First of all, this Deng Weipeng's tall figure, extremely long arms, and the length of a shiny steel whip are not an advantage at all with Xiao Yu's ever-slowing distance from him.

Moreover, although this spirit dance is exquisite, it is always tailored to the footwork of ordinary people. And this Deng Weipeng was dancing over there with his long steel whip, and he couldn't talk about any tricks at all. Therefore, all the subtlety of footwork, in front of him, was almost ineffective.

This made Xiao Yu, who walked away with his sword in his arms, somewhat passive.

In those dense collection of whip shadows, Xiao Yu's sword moves could not be used again, and the spirit dance steps were temporarily useless, and suddenly, there was a bit of decline.