In the second style of the sword, the dragon raised its head, and it made all the beasts in the world bow down, sweeping away the small insects that were dormant in the shadows. There is also the intention of inspiring sword practitioners to rise up and improve themselves, which should be a basic swordsmanship of Yangzhou Sword Shrine, but at this time it is revealed on the famous sword "Qiushui".

Lin Qinghong's left leg moved back, and his right arm raised his sword upward, just like a longbow without strings, more like a dragon raising its head, just in the middle with a soft and relaxed degree, with a thunderous momentum, a sword slashed through Yan Shi's chest, cut off the quenched steel needle, until the old man Wang Bo slapped with a palm in the air.

Wang Bo ignored the long sword under him, pinched his palm and turned his fist downward, let his shoulders run through, clasped the "autumn water" with one hand, and hit Lin Qinghong's temple with one punch.

Hearing the wind whistling in his ears and feeling the coldness of the dagger behind his back, Lin Qinghong never panicked, and quietly changed his moves-

Sword three styles, enlightenment. The phantom of the dragon's head shrouded in Lin Qinghong's body suddenly opened its mouth, and the sword qi gave birth to several thunderbolts, which gathered and exploded at the tip of the "Qiushui" sword, turning into a giant dragon roaring, and the direct teaching was deafening.

The air wave swept across the three feet of the land, and when the dust dispersed, Lin Qinghong was unharmed, and Lao Suo Wang Bo was unloaded with one arm and fell to the ground, and there was no blood flowing out of the fracture.

The servant girl Xiaocui's seven orifices are broken, her facial features are hollow and gloomy, and there is no trace of human appearance, but she has never fallen, and she can still move.

The carriage had never seen such a miserable situation, and screamed in fright. Bu Chi hurriedly covered her eyes, and he forced himself to look at it, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

Wu Wu praised a little, pressed Bu Chi's shoulder and said: "The opportunity is precious, take a good look, this is the first lesson that Lord Lin taught you through the assassin, those few moves just now are the most basic swordsmanship of Yangzhou Sword Shrine, as long as you practice to the depths of the essence, you can naturally have such power as him." ”

Buchi's mouth was dry, his throat rolled several times, and he couldn't say a word.

Only those eyes never left Lin Qinghong for a moment.

Yan Shi, the only one in the visual field who still looked like a person, had no blood flowing out of his chest, Lin Qinghong frowned and was silent.

Stretching out his hand to stroke the wound on his chest, Yan Shi was a little displeased, and then turned into a smile and said, "There is really a world of difference between the swordsman before and after holding the sword, I should find a chance to unload your sword first." ”

"Autumn water" chirped slightly, and Lin Qinghong said: "The sword has always been on your body, if you have this thought, I will kill you immediately." ”

As he spoke, Uncle Wang, who had fallen to the ground, stood up again, and formed an angle with the maidservants Xiaocui and Yan Shi, and surrounded Lin Qinghong.

Lin Qinghong said, "What are you guys?"

Yan Shi said lightly: "Dead people don't need to know this, how good is it to be killed obediently? Excitement gradually appeared on his fair face.

Uncle Wang took the lead, bent his knees and squatted slightly, and folded his palm to the left rib to make a stance, and there was constantly air flow condensed on it, the green tendons on his wrists bulged and jumped, and the sleeves were gradually broken. Until the left hand swelled and turned into almost six or seven times the original size.

couldn't help but remind Lin Qinghong of the witch king who turned into an evil god, and the power of one punch still remembers him deeply. Although this person is inferior, Lin Qinghong did not dare to despise it, his legs were staggered back and forth, one hand raised his sword with a slight elbow, and the other hand put his index finger together and pinched out the sword trick with his middle finger, which was against the tip of the "Qiushui" sword.

Suddenly, Uncle Wang disappeared out of thin air, and the ground where he stood was dented.

Holding his breath and concentrating, Lin Qinghong noticed that there was something wrong on the left side of his body, pulled his sword for half a moon, and the tip of the sword pointed at Wang Bo's wrist near the third point of the fist, and picked up a punch from the bottom to the top.

Next to Lin Qinghong's body, the fist wind ran through the broken stones, if it hit...... Disastrous.

Bu Chi's heart almost rose to his throat, for fear that Lin Qinghong would be injured if he was defeated.

Uncle Wang threw punches several times, although he never hit Lin Qinghong, but he also wiped his yellow shirt into tatters.

The cold sweat soaked his back.

Holding down the big hand on Bu Chi's shoulder lightly, Wu said: "Don't panic, Master Lin is far stronger than you think, they can't help it, take a closer look at how your master uses ingenuity to unload his strength, this way of resisting the weak and strong has won the essence of Yangzhou swordsmanship, don't let him down with good intentions." ”

Yan Shi and the others would not wait for Lin Qinghong to finish teaching his apprentices, and they stepped forward to help together.

Xiao Cui's hands were detached from the knuckles, revealing the sharp steel bone claws inside, and the footwork under his feet was blurred, like a ghost to join the battle.

Different from Uncle Wang's big opening and closing, Xiao Cui made tricky and ruthless moves, and often attacked Lin Qinghong's weak defenses, which was very insidious.

Yan Shi inserted his hands into his sleeves, bringing out a piece of light, which was originally countless silver shining steel needles. Ten fingers flicked in a row, and the steel needle sprayed out, specializing in Lin Qinghong's vital points, and did not avoid Wang Bo Xiaocui and the others.

The two of them also let the steel needle affect themselves, and they were not affected at all, but just attacked Lin Qinghong frantically.

Lin Qinghong was bound and gradually felt strained, so he turned from defense to offense. First, the horizontal sword was charged to open the attack of the three people, and then the sword was extremely weird, sometimes holding the sword to connect the points, sometimes swinging the sword to slash, which seemed to be slow, but in fact it was completed in an instant, and the weight between the gestures was light.

As a result, a strange number of white points of light suddenly appeared around, either standing still, or fluttering and flickering, just like the scene of fireflies flying after the summer heat, and there was a murderous intention hidden in the splendor.

Sword Seven Style, Flowing Fireflies.

The white dots and white lines are very small, easy to ignore, Xiao Cui and Wang Bo made several moves, and many transparent holes appeared inexplicably all over the body, and the movements became more and more unsmooth, and the flying needles shot by Yan Shi were instantly broken into several pieces once they were touched.

The coachman, who was sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight on the sidelines, finally spoke, and said disdainfully: "Idiot, that's sword qi!"

The battle lasted for a long time, and the true faces of Yan Shi and the three slowly surfaced, Lin Qinghong may not know that the old monk had heard of it.

Although Lin Qinghong had the upper hand, he had no face but became more and more gloomy, and he only heard him say to himself: "Yanshi, the art of Qimen, with gold, stone, wood and leather to create people, because the gods look like living people can be faked, and the hidden weapons are clever, killing people invisibly and difficult to detect." ”

Bu Chi heard it in a fog and asked, "Master, what did you say? Those three people are not living people? They are made of wood? How can the wood move?"

Shaking his head, Wuwu sighed: "This strange skill is beyond our comprehension, but the wood and stone can indeed move. ”

His eyes suddenly widened, he didn't think of anything, and just as he was about to speak, the coachman stood up, grabbed Wuwu's neck, and said in a cold voice: "Heh, it's your turn to die later, what's the hurry?"

He was about to scream when he flicked his fingers and stunned him with two air bullets.

The other side. The battle was scorching, Lin Qinghong and the three of them were inseparable, and several moves worked, but if the three of them were immortal, they stood up and started the offensive again not long after they fell to the ground, which gave him a headache, which was really more difficult than the Yongzhou ice corpse.

Now he is injured and has not recovered, and he is a little unbearable.

Lin Qinghong flattered himself, it's time to show real skills.

Poisonous snakes lurk in silence, striving to kill with a single blow, and assassins are more venomous than poisonous snakes.

Danger looms silently. A shadow flew in the oblique thorn, Lin Qinghong couldn't dodge, hit the waist, and snorted in pain: "Ah!" fell to the ground.

In an instant, the yellow shirt was stained with blood.

Looking at it intently, it was actually Uncle Wang's right hand that had been removed just now, why did he move without permission? There was no breath at all, which made him defenseless.

As soon as he pulled out the dagger on his waist, Lin Qinghong found that the meridians in his body seemed to be burning, and said angrily: "You demon, the dagger is poisonous!"

Yan Shi and the three of them stopped talking and didn't move.

I don't know when, the sky darkened, and a large array quietly unfolded, enveloping the place.

There were also three black-robed people who fell from the sky, and they were the three people who sat down under the national teacher.

Xiao smiled: "I said a long time ago that he couldn't do it, and it took three puppets in vain to defeat this head disciple of Yangzhou." ”

Mei said: "Phew, what kind of head disciple, weak, stupid as a pig, defeated by three dead things, if I teach such an apprentice, it is better to be killed." The head of the sword mound is nothing more than that. ”

Wei said: "He himself has not exerted half of his strength, he is very idle, which makes me envious, and I have to make a bloody attack every time." ”

According to what the three of them said, the coachman who was still standing at the end was naturally Wei, holding Wuwu's throat in his hand, and said, "He is about to die, you go down and wait for him first!"

From beginning to end, no one noticed that in the back basket behind Bu Ku, Nie Haoxing was missing.

A starlight instantly pierced through Wei's heart, and Wei stared blankly at the yellow-haired child suspended in the center of the carriage, and his mind had not yet reacted to what was happening.

Only body temperature is rapidly lost with blood.

Another starlight fell to the ground, one of the Spirit's arms split into two sections, and blood spurted from the fracture.

Eventually, he was awakened by the pain, and before he could speak, he fell to the ground and died.

The three of them, Charm, and Spirit, were shocked.

Nie Haoxing's eyes were full of starlight, and he looked at the three of them expressionlessly, with a rare trace of anger on his small face.

Turning his head, he glanced at nothing.

Nothing also looked straight at him.

Then the starlight in the eyes of the hazy star disappeared, lost all the wonder, and slowly fell into the arms of Wuwu, and fell into a deep sleep.

Maybe everything happened just because Nothing was in danger, but Hazy Star was asleep at this point, and he wouldn't know what happened again.

Including the possibility of facing a second danger.

The three of them, Mi, Mei, and Wei didn't know the situation, and looked at Wuwu and the baby in his arms with palpitations, looked at each other, and decided to step forward to find out the situation.

At this time, Yongzhou Longmen, Li Yu closed his eyes to cultivate, Yongzhou Ding woke him up from his slumber, except for the place where Yelin was sleeping, there was another party where the breath of Yelin appeared, and-

That hint of anger!

The dark golden scales covered Li Yu's entire body, his body size was magnified countless times, his forehead was bulging with two horns, his eye sockets were occupied by golden rays, and even the black and white pupils instantly turned into vertical eyes.

Li Yu is cynical, if there is anything in the world that really cares about him, only Yelin, can only be Yelin.

Who is it? Angered Yelin!

Angry as never before, Li Yu raised his head and harnessed the thunder straight into the clouds, the land of Yongzhou, which had been shrouded in darkness, once again lost the sun, and the black dragon incarnated as the only light between heaven and earth.

Befall!