"Xiuxiu, in the sword light, Lin Zi retreated ().

Xuanqiu tiptoed, turned over in the air and chased after the sword light, and went straight down from the air, the sword shadow was like a mad demon, and he was idle under the hood of the forest.

The Songfeng swordsmanship was made by him to enter the transformation realm, and there was a little bit of the taste of human and sword integration, and everywhere the sword light went, there were killing moves everywhere.

"Good!" A group of junior disciples of the Qingcheng Sect applauded.

Everyone knows that Xuan Qiu is in the Qingcheng faction, and his talent and qualifications for practicing martial arts are known as the first in his generation, and he is known as the most outstanding disciple in Qingcheng in the past hundred years. When I saw it today, everyone knew that it really lived up to its reputation, and it was really good kung fu to learn and use it.

Of course, Xuan Qiubi didn't have the confidence to be proud enough, among the senior brothers, how could he, who was the third in line, dare to grab the position of the head of the house.

But it was precisely because he was so confident that he was so arrogant, and he was a little bit unsightly, so much that he wanted the White Lotus Sect Leader to come to the door to apologize, otherwise there would be no today's incident.

If he didn't know that Xuanqiu was extraordinary, it would be impossible for the Changqing Daoist to confidently let him go to "si" to teach tens of millions of apprentices, and there are very few who can make a difference in the end, and no one will let the true disciples take risks.

Xuan Chun and Xuan Xia both glanced at Changqing Dao Chang, and when they saw that he was slightly leading there, the faces of the two of them suddenly became a little not good-looking.

In the vicious battle, Lin Zixian was almost flat on the ground, kicked with both feet, and the whole person slid out against the ground.

A bunch of sword lights plummeted down into the air, united by chaos, the tip of the sword was a little on the ground, and with a flick, the figure chasing down flew out with strength.

Xuanqiu pushed the stirring sword light, like a swimming dragon coming down from the sky, drew an arc, and chased it away against the ground.

Huā Linglong under the telephone pole has never seen such a fight, it is not as gorgeous as in the TV series, but it is more powerful and shocking than in the TV series.

She now finally understands the gap between those gangs and these famous gangs, no wonder those famous gangs have survived the invasion of history but have never fallen, and the true martial arts of others is not comparable to those small minions in the rivers and lakes.

At the same time, my heart was so nervous that I couldn't do it, why did I only see Lin Zixian being chased and beaten all the way?

The old woman watching the battle on the roof nodded and praised: "Changqing has really taught a good apprentice, and if you give him decades of training, I am afraid that your kung fu will reach the peak." That White Lotus Sect disciple is tired of coping, I'm afraid it won't last long. The old man's eyes flashed with white hair, he didn't know what he remembered, and shook his head slightly: "I'm afraid that it may not be, do you see that he is not flustered, as if he is tired of coping?" I think it's like I'm practicing with Changqing's disciples, and I'm teaching the mystery of Songfeng's swordsmanship. The facts seemed to confirm what he said, the Xuanqiu sword style that chased and killed all the way began to repeat itself, and Lin Zixian's figure flashed strangely again, and he launched a counterattack again.

No longer escaping and entangled, he took the initiative to bully himself and break into the messy sword net, and began to force Xuanqiu to be in a hurry, and cold sweat broke out on his head.

The face of the chief of the Changqing Dao became solemn again, and his eyes stared at the battle situation without blinking.

The disciples of the Qingcheng Sect also saw that something was wrong, and they all held their breath.

The old woman on the roof was slightly startled, and said to the old man with white hair: "The master really has excellent eyesight, and the disciple is happy and convinced." ”

The other three old men also bowed in to express the same admiration.

Lao Dao's mouth tightened, no one is an immortal, and he is not a martial saint, he can see through everything at a glance.

It's that he once had the same pain as Xuanqiu, and now the scene staged below seems to be repeating history, but it's just a matter of face, and it's hard to say.

"Drop it!" Lin Zixian's sonorous shouts sounded again.

A hand shadow was like a ghost, and it was as fast as lightning and clicked two fingers into the crack of the sword net.

The White Lotus teaches true martial arts, and Ling Yan inserts incense into his hands!

It is described as inserting incense into the incense burner in a chaotic incense burner, and it cannot be burned by other incense sticks, and the process cannot be opportunistic, using means such as throwing.

When Lin Zi practiced this trick idly, he didn't know how much suffering he had suffered. Lin Bao didn't joke with him, he made a turntable similar to making pottery, and placed an incense burner full of incense on it, just like that, he turned the turntable and let him insert incense, and he didn't know how many times he was burned by the incense head, and the more incense he inserted, the more difficult it was to start.

The incense insertion is good, and when he gets to the back, he is forced to insert a sharp steel needle, not only to practice his hands and eyes, but also to practice his guts. Those hands were hurt and healed, healed and hurt, I don't know how many times they were hurt.

Others only see the martial artist's kung fu chic, how do they know how much blood and sweat the martial artist has shed behind the chic move, so that he can practice an amazing stunt.

"Hmm" Xuan Qiu snorted, as if he had been shocked by an electric shock, which was a heart-wrenching pain.

The palm of his hand was electrocuted, and the sword in his palm immediately flew out.

One ghost hand grabbed the flying sword out of nowhere, and the other palm pressed out a heavy palm shadow, "Six stacks of palms of incense, instantly slapped Xuanqiu's heart."

The integration of six palms is the ultimate speed of Lin Zixian's incense palm. Such a blow that consumes extremely internal strength is to seize the slightly fleeting gap and kill Xuanqiu with one move.

He had seen the terrifying power of Lin Bao's twelve palms in one, but with his current cultivation, he was far from reaching that realm. Outsiders don't know how difficult it is to have an extra stack of palms, and the more stacked palms,

The more difficult it is to think of an extra palm.

Xuanqiu's pupils shrank suddenly, and a mouthful of blood seemed to be under high pressure, "Poof, and the ground blurted out like a pillar."

Xiongkou's heart position had already sunk deep, and he tried his best to resist this seemingly palm, but who knew that it was six heavy blows one after another.

The first two internal forces broke through his internal protective strength, and the remaining four attacks instantly acted on his heart, and the hot-blooded heart actually exploded directly in his body. It was even more powerful than the heart-destroying palm of their Qingcheng faction.

The heart of the back bulged out even more.

"Bang, Xuanqiu flew out upside down.

In the eyes of the Ya family, they only saw Xuanqiu being slapped upside down by Lin Zixian's palm.

Lin Zixian carried his sword with his backhand, one palm hung in the air, and he stood still in place.

Let Xuanqiu spurt out the blood mist like a pillar on his face and body, it was really a murderous aura, and he had to rely on blood to pour cold.

He suddenly flipped his wrist and shook his sword, the sword behind his back flipped in front of Xiong, slapped the end of the hilt with one palm, and the streamer flew "pounced, caught up with Xuanqiu's body, and plunged directly into his throat, penetrating through, leaving only a sword hilt outside.

Xuanqiu was able to take a few steps back without falling down when he landed, blood was coming out of his mouth and nose, and blood was also coming out of his throat, his eyes were wide open, and his eyes were full of disbelief ().

His body shook and grabbed the hilt of the sword around his neck, trying to pull it out.

However, it was really difficult to draw the sword from his neck, and he only pulled out half of it, and finally he was unable to continue, and he fell to the ground suddenly, and his limbs moved and there was no reaction.

Lin Zixian was a little out of breath at this time, and his shoulders fell slightly.

Although the True Transmission Kung Fu of the White Lotus Sect is powerful, those tricks that are too advanced also need to be matched by advanced internal cultivation in order to be able to perform them with ease. Although he can use his internal strength, he can use it very reluctantly, and his internal strength cannot withstand consumption.

So usually, he doesn't show it either.

After so many years of traveling in the underground world, many things can be solved only by relying on connections and guns, and few people will compete with you.

There's only one chance to perform a profound trick like this. But that time, although Lin Zixian killed a few people on the other side, he also suffered a lot of losses, but fortunately he escaped quickly and didn't let the other party know his identity, otherwise he would really be in trouble.

After returning to China, in Lin Zixian's eyes, the only people who can really be regarded as masters are Lingliangzi of Wudang and the current Xuanqiu.

But Ling Liangzi was seriously injured by himself in one move because he was slightly inferior to the enemy, and the two had no chance to let go of their hands and feet to fight.

However, Lin Zixian could feel that although Wudang was the leader of Taoism in the rivers and lakes, he didn't know about the others, but Lingliangzi might not be the opponent of this Xuanqiu.

Although Wudang's reputation is not small, cultivation is still a personal matter in the final analysis, and fame cannot give people kung fu. This Xuanqiu does have its own uniqueness in the comprehension of martial arts, and over time, the achievements should be extraordinary.

But he cannot live by his own iniquity, and he has died at his hands today, and there is no future ().

Huā Linglong under the telephone pole looked at Lin Zixian who was covered with blood, and couldn't help crying, which can be regarded as crying with joy!

She was really worried to death just now, but this man deserved to be the man she chose, and she didn't let herself down.

The disciples of the Qingcheng Sect were all in shock, all stunned by the scene just now, and it took a while to react.

"Uncle Xuanqiu!" A group of people ran over one after another, helping Xuanqiu, who had lost his breath, to shake and shout.

Xuan Chun, Xuan Xia, Xuan Dong and Xuan Yu surrounded Zi Lin Zixian with swords, and one by one Lu showed the same hatred and hatred, as if they couldn't wait to record Lin Zixian.

However, no one dared to make the first move, after all, the four of them knew in their hearts that they were not Xuanqiu's opponents, they even slaughtered Xuanqiu, and the first one rushed up, they didn't know what the consequences would be, just act like and wait for the master to speak.

Lin Zixian, who was covered in blood and looked like a killing god, glanced at the four of them coldly.

The Changqing Daoist over there was already a deep voice: "My Qingcheng faction is not a person who can't afford to lose, if you fall down and get up again, don't embarrass me, give me a retreat!" ”

He also wanted to slaughter Lin Zixian, after all, the other party killed his most proud disciple. But the big words have been said before, how can the words of his own dignified faction in public be reversed?

The four senior brothers looked at each other with great indignation, as if they had no choice but to obey the division's order, retreated back with angry faces, and ran to Xuanqiu's corpse one after another and hugged their grief and got up, "Senior brother, brother, scream."

If Xuanqiu knew about this scene, he was afraid that he would get up in anger.

Xuan Bing, who was biting his mouth, was still standing silently behind Changqing Dao Chang, and suddenly raised his head, only to see a figure sweeping over everyone's heads, and pounced on Lin Zixian in the field.