Ning Que, who had taken the spirit pill, all recovered his spiritual power for a while, the wrinkles on the old face all melted, and an ethereal sword momentum on the long sword floated up. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, Jin Yu glanced at the man in the mask and was unmoved, Fang Tian's halberd danced gently, the mask under the sun was as dazzling as the sun, I don't know if the mask was calm, the ancient well was unwavering or ......

Ning Que held a long sword in his hand, and the fierce cold wind thirty-three sword style swept towards the masked man, this time because of the recovery of his state, he was as agile as a leopard, and he jumped up, and the sword was full of light.

"Bang bang."

The sharp and sharp tip of Fang Tian's halberd intercepted the long sword, and after a collision, it made a sonorous sound.

In the face of Ning Que, whose strength has increased greatly now, the masked man naturally did not dare to be careless, and painted the halberd in his hand, like a starlight that cut through the darkness at night, and burst out with a terrifying energy fluctuation, resisting the attack of the long sword again and again.

The sound of breaking the sky is endless, every time the long sword is ghostly, the extremely sharp sword stab can always be calmly and calmly blocked by the masked man, waving the halberd in his hand, and constantly blocking.

"You have such ability in your early twenties, but you have some ability, but now I can't kill you with a sword." Ning Que said as he stabbed coldly with a sword.

The masked man picked up his halberd to block the long sword and chuckled, "Am I as easy to bully as you think?" Kill me with one sword, you see how many swords there are. ”

"Hmph, boy, I have roughly figured out the routine of your halberd, see how long you can be proud." Ning Que said with a flat expression.

"Then you can kill me with a sword." The masked man's aura suddenly rose to a higher level.

Jin Lin looked at the increasingly anxious battle and wanted to step forward to fight against Ning Que together, but with the overuse of the Qinglian Demon Fire, the true qi in his body was simply not enough to support him to continue such a high-intensity battle.

Ning became famous at a young age, he was a famous swordsman in the rivers and lakes when he was young, and later joined Han Shan, and in the competition of many masters, he created his own cold wind thirty-three sword styles, and at his peak, he was able to walk on a hundred moves in the hands of Hou Xue Tianyi of the Quartet, and retreated with his whole body.

The masked man is only thirty years old at most, and there will be no more, and it is indeed not easy to deal with Ning Que, whose strength is close to the past.

"I'll admit you're strong right now, but so what. Do you really think you can eat me? The masked man laughed to himself.

After speaking, his body turned into a phantom, and he skillfully avoided the sudden sword, like a meteor, and swept the halberd.

At this moment, many eyes here are all focused on the two of them, and all those near and far stop to watch, their bodies are like tight bowstrings, carefully observing the whole picture of the battle between the two.

Ning Que Zhan stood still in place, waiting for Fang Tian's painting halberd to approach, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, the sword qi suddenly rose to the extreme, facing the slashing halberd.

"Bang!"

A loud bang was like a thunderbolt that exploded on the ground, spreading everywhere, the swords and halberds clashed, and the long sword pressed against Fang Tian's halberd, temporarily gaining the upper hand.

"I said it a long time ago, you are not my opponent, killing you is like digging for something." Ning Que took a few steps forward, quite conceited.

At the moment when Ning Que spoke to the masked man, the people in Yulong Mountain behind him were talking about each other.

"It's still Ning Lao who is powerful, I know that if that mysterious person dares to challenge Ning Lao, he will definitely have to pay a terrible price, and he may not even be able to save his life now."

"Cut, you still looked frightened before, but now you said this when you see that Ning Lao has the upper hand!"

"Hey! If you want me to say, that mysterious man is not weak, but he has a little courage to confront Ning Lao. ”

"Courage, I think he doesn't know whether he lives or dies, and daring to challenge Ning Lao at such an age is really self-defeating."

The people of Jade Dragon Mountain behind Ning Que obviously spoke highly of him. And the people of the Qi army were inevitably a little more worried about the masked man who suddenly came out to help them, seeing that he was at a disadvantage.

The masked man in the field responded lightly: "Do you think you are the one who controls me?" The long sleeves fluttered, and he began to exert his strength gradually, Fang Tian's halberd seemed to be injected with a thousand catties of weight, and the power that rose up in an instant pushed away the long sword that was pressing him.

Ning Que tried his best to straighten his swaying body, but he still took a lot of steps back, and Shang Jie continued to make moves, and a long halberd was sandwiched with the momentum of collapsing the mountain, and it was slapped down heavily.

Subconsciously raised his sword to meet it, but in an instant, the terrifying power was pressed down, and the long sword had no resistance at all, and slapped along the long sword on his left arm, taking his body with him, and was once again pulled out.

"How could it be ......" Ning Que's ruddy cheeks were a little more pale, and his left arm, which had been strong and tired before, was hit hard again, and the fracture was not allowed to run, and even the previous wound was torn open, and the blood did not stop.

Fang Cai's fierce halberd hit his left arm, as if it had hit a mountain, and there was no parry power under that kind of force.

"You want to kill me with a sword, it seems that it is not easy." The masked man stood calmly in the previous position, but did not take advantage of the momentum to pursue.

Ning Que's face stiffened, his right hand pressed his left arm, and he pressed it suddenly, he gave himself a bone, don't look at his movements at will, but the pain caused by it is estimated that only he knows it, looking at the big drops of sweat on his forehead, gritting his teeth and not saying a word, he obviously suffered a lot.

Jin Yu looked at the back of the masked man with deep eyes, and deeply admired the man's domineering halberd. The two armies face each other, and when they are not favored, they defeat the strongest of the opposing side with a halberd.

Is this the pre-battle general who makes the general's blood boil? Even the second brother and Yu Yongnian can't win the opponent, he can win so easily, who is he? Jin Yu's curiosity about the masked man grew heavier and heavier.

After receiving the bones, Ning Que looked at the masked man with eyes like snakes, the previous halberd had a strength of more than a thousand catties, if it weren't for his thick foundation, maybe it would have been scrapped long ago.

Raising the long sword and gathering the spiritual power of his whole body, Ning Que knew that he didn't have much time to spend with the other party, so he used all his spiritual power, and the thirty-fourth style was opened, he didn't leave a back hand, rushed forward, and used his strongest sword to divide the victory.

The monstrous sword intent on the sword unfolded, and the cold wind and piercing sword pressed towards the masked man, if it weren't for his firm will, he would be an ordinary person, and he would be a lot tired from being crushed by this heavy sword pressure.

"It's coming, it's coming, it's this trick again, as soon as the cold wind kills the sword, whoever fights with it, even if the mysterious person's body is strong, there will be no way to survive this sword." The people in the surrounding Jade Dragon Mountain were absolutely sure of Ning Que's final killing move.

After all, as soon as the Thirty-Three Sword Style killing moves of the Cold Wind came out, a few of the strong men who had fought with him could retreat under that sword, even if they were the former Quartet Marquis.

However, those who boasted about how powerful Ning Que's killing moves were, and under the jaw-dropping eyes of the crowd, the masked man waved the hard weapon, his arms shook, and the halberd opened back to slash, accurately blocking Ning Que's terrifying sword moves one after another.

"Click!"

The long sword was full of cold light, the sword was dominant, a random sword was enough to pierce the body of the martial artist, and under so many surging sword strikes, no one could tell how terrifying it was.

However, the Fang Tian painting halberd dancing in the masked man's hand seemed to have penetrated all the sword moves, no matter how the long sword attacked, it could always sweep the halberd and resolve the danger one by one, and he couldn't help it at all.

With surging spiritual power, he is like a fiery Dan furnace, burning everything and destroying everything.

"Boom!"

After Ning Que's sword with all his strength was easily blocked by Fang Tian's painting halberd, the long sword actually broke in his hand, and the sharpness of this painting halberd was beyond everyone's expectations.

To say that what is more terrifying than the weapon is the owner who uses the weapon, only the real strong can exert the true power of the weapon, but the power exerted by the masked man in front of him is terrifying, Ning Que, who has been galloping across the board for twenty years with thirty-three sword styles, never expected that one day, the sword style he was proud of would be so vulnerable and easily cracked by a young man.

"Who the hell are you?" Ning Que's face was gloomy, and now, he felt a sense of frustration that he was powerless, and such an enemy filled him with frustration.

Everyone's eyes are focused on the masked man at this moment, more than twenty years old, one person's strength to resist the cold sword that has returned to its peak, such a heavenly pride, even if you look at the entire Hongwu Continent, there are not a few.

The innate strength of the next person forced a long-established martial artist like Ning Que to be helpless, and the true identity hidden by the mask man's mask must be outrageous.

Jin Yu stopped and observed for a long time, using Fang Tian's halberd as a weapon, and at a young age, there were only a few people in the whole "Tianjiao", after the thoughts in his mind were swiped one by one, a strange and familiar face appeared, secretly taken aback, Jin Yu shook his head, thinking that he should be too worried. But looking at the masked man's various performances, they surprisingly matched that person.

Could he really be that person? Jin Yu was puzzled.