In the drizzle, a carriage drove out of Qingniu Town, and the old man who drove the car looked depressed, still entangled in the Longmen Tower, and muttered to himself: "The timing is well grasped, the sword is fierce and leaves no room for it, it looks like the Mo family, but the freehand and chic are obviously not related to the Mo family......

At this moment, the curtain of the car was lifted, and a handsome face poked out of the car, and asked with a hint of a narrow smile: "Senior Ouyang, according to your current view, what is the realm of that kid in Tsing Yi?"

Ouyang Jiu glared at the prince of Liang Guo, what does it mean to "come and see now", this kid is implying that he is looking away in the restaurant?

Liang Chengkang grinned, moved his body, sat down next to Ouyang Jiu, and leisurely looked at the dense rain outside, the pleasant sound of drizzle, and his tone was casual: "How can that pair of hard-working mandarin ducks also have the realm of a triple real person, right?" Anyway, I looked at them and felt terrible, but as a result, neither of them could block a sword, tsk, in this way, that young man in Tsing Yi is at least a little grandmaster, Senior Ouyang, if you are against that young man in Tsing Yi, how many swords can you block?"

For no reason, the prince of Liang felt that the atmosphere was cold, and a cool breeze came with icy rain, and he was physically and mentally cold.

"You'll know right away. Ouyang Jiu's tone changed from his previous nonchalance, and his expression was also unusually solemn, and a pair of usually dull and godless eyes stared ahead.

Liang Chengkang followed the gaze of the old man Ouyang and looked forward, and suddenly saw a young man in Tsing Yi wearing a hat standing in front of him in the wind and rain, like a javelin.

The carriage stopped suddenly, and Ouyang Jiu smiled, "Wonderful! Originally, I complained that your kid was in the way, so that I couldn't chase the young man in Tsing Yi who made me look away, but now that he took the initiative to find the door, it was killing two birds with one stone." ”

Ouyang Jiu shrank his head, his face full of curiosity and expectation, turned his head to look at the old man, and asked, "How sure are you?"

"If you look away, how do you know how sure you are?"

The prince of Liang Guo was shocked: "Ah! Then let's do it, I'll let Tianyiwei drag him first, and wait until he runs out of oil and the lamp is dry, and then you ...... old-timer."

Liang Chengkang didn't finish his words, but he saw two cold lightning eyes from the old man in the short jacket, and he quickly stopped his mouth, and then apologized: "The kid is speechless, don't blame Ouyang senior." ”

Ouyang Jiu didn't bother with him much, looked up at the young man in Tsing Yi who was completely restrained, slowly raised his right hand, and clasped his middle finger with his thumb into the rain curtain.

The rain did not stop, falling in the dry but rock-solid palm of the hand, and then flowing down the palm.

Although the rain is like a thin line connecting heaven and earth, if you look at it carefully, there are still traces to follow.

Liang Chengkang had been staring at Ouyang Jiu's right hand, I don't know how long it had been, he found that the rain line in front of the withered hand had suddenly fallen slower and slower, and it could no longer be connected into a line, falling down drop by drop, and at a certain moment, he saw a drop of rain hovering in front of Ouyang Jiu's finger, as if it had stopped.

At this moment, the Great Grandmaster, who was probably the top three in the Xuan Realm Qualification, popped out his middle finger and hit the raindrop just right.

Shout!

The raindrops changed their falling trajectory and flew straight out, striking the young man in Tsing Yi who was as immobile as a pine. What's even more strange is that the raindrop takes the lead, and the raindrops behind the rainline successively fall into straight flights, shooting forward, like a long and thin silver needle steel wire.

This is naturally sword qi.

The young man in Tsing Yi didn't move at all, until the rain came closer, he suddenly raised his hand, and then withdrew his hand, so fast that he couldn't cover his eyes.

Ouyang Jiu's sword qi dissipated and dissipated on its own.

"Good!" the old man blurted out a compliment, "It's worth drawing your sword." ”

Liang Chengkang pursed his lips, feeling that this sentence was somewhat pretended, and after thinking about it, he still retreated into the carriage, so as not to wait for another thunder and slash himself by mistake.

The young man in Tsing Yi broke Ouyang Jiu's sword, and the hat was slightly raised a little, and he also raised his right arm, pointing at Ouyang Jiu through the heavy rain curtain.

With this point, a wooden sword broke through the rain and stabbed at the coachman sitting in the carriage with a loud roar.

Strange to say, when this flying sword was first formed, the movement was extremely loud, and the sound was extremely loud, for fear that people within a radius of thirty miles would not know that they could fly, but not long ago, when this wooden sword was against the Upper Triple Fox Demon King, it became silent and low-key, like a little girl who had not come out of the pavilion.

At this time, when Guo Dalu, who had incarnated as a swordsman in Tsing Yi, faced the enemy again, the roar of the wooden sword was once again uncovered.

Ouyang Jiu smiled and said, "You borrow the old man to temper your sword intent, and the old man will also take advantage of the battle with you to find an opportunity to reach a higher level." ”

I don't know when this veteran great master had a vermilion gourd in his hand, I saw him stretch out his hand and pat it on the gourd, shouting: "Sword out!"

Airplanes!

A black big sword flew out of the gourd's mouth first, facing Guo Dalu's wooden sword.

The light and swift wooden sword and the clumsy and heavy Xuantie heavy sword collided head-on, making a dull and shocking sound, and the rain and sky of the entire small space trembled.

"The sword is out again!"

Another thin gray sword flew out of the red gourd, broke through the rain curtain, and was incomparably sharp, directly taking Guo Dalu's head.

At this time, Guo Dalu was facing off against the Imperial Wood Sword and Ouyang Jiu Xuantie Sword, how could he deal with this sharp sword that was not weaker than his Flying Sword?

Guo Dalu quickly gave an answer, only to see the hat on his head move slightly, the brim of his hat shook a string of water droplets, and the figure quickly disappeared from the spot.

He avoided it.

Moving his body while resisting his sword was originally his forte.

Ouyang Jiu smiled with relief, and was about to sigh "The old man hasn't produced three swords for a long time", when he heard a loud noise, the ground was covered with water, like a water snake taking off, and a sword qi containing fierce killing intent was close to the ground and cut towards the Grand Master Ouyang who was sitting firmly in the carriage from bottom to top.

"Is it really the Mo family?"

Ouyang Jiu asked, and his ass was finally reluctant to leave the front seat of the carriage, and the whole person was like a goshawk hovering up.

That sword qi chased after it without giving up.

At the same time, seven black-armored men showed their sights, guarding the carriage.

The Tianyi Holy Guard exclusively trained by the Great Liang Dynasty.

How do you call it a heavenly guard? It means that with these seven guards, you can ensure that everything is seamless. This shows the self-confidence of those who train this guard.

Guo Dalu was not interested in whether Tianyiwei had sewn or not, he just wanted to beat Ouyang Jiu up now.

"Sword three out!"

In mid-air, Ouyang Jiu shouted, and another yellow sword flew out, slashing away the sword qi.

Guo Dalu didn't feel much about his sword qi being cut off, but when he heard the command of "sword three out", he was honestly confused.

Ouyang Jiuling, who was uncomfortable without finishing his lines, stood emptyly, three flying swords with different shapes and momentum hung by his side, especially showing his superior demeanor, and immediately smiled and said, "The old man hasn't been ...... for a long time."

Guo Dalu made it clear that he would smash the field, twisted the sword trick, pointed at Ouyang Jiuyi from afar, and the flying sword circled and swept over.

It stands to reason that the two sides should fight for a while, pay attention to a degree of relaxation, fight for a while, chat for a while, or blow each other in business, or exchange experience or spray two trash words on each other, so that they have the opportunity to leave a few popular classic sayings, and it is also a matter of merit to pass them on.

Otherwise, where in this Xuan Realm there are anecdotal allusions like "XX Mountain fights, XX loses XX half a move".

Ouyang Jiu was blocked one after another, his mood was a little unhappy, he pressed down with both hands, and the three swords flew together, the Xuantie big sword was still the flying wooden sword that intercepted Guo Dalu, and the other two swords slashed towards the sword body, and they were actually going to cut the wooden sword into three sections.

The five fingers of Guo Dalu's left hand pinched like flying, and the flying wood sword that was only a single shadow shook for a while, divided into two, and divided into four, turning one sword into four swords!

Guo Dalu is familiar with the doppelganger technique, how can he not understand the truth of the sword flying body?

He turned into four with one sword, three of which resisted Ouyang Jiu's three swords, and the fourth sword slashed towards Ouyang Jiu's throat like a dagger.

Ouyang Jiu gritted his teeth and shouted:

"Swords out!"

"Five out of the sword!"

"Sword six out!"

......

Shouted until "Jian Ba" stopped.

Do you know the pain of holding a word back into your stomach and never having a chance to say it?

"The old man hasn't made three swords for a long time!"

However, now there are eight swords. Aggrieved.

Tsing Yi children, it's really excessive!

Facing the Sen Ran and the mighty Eight Swords of the Great Grandmaster, Guo Dalu felt pressured, especially when he saw the Eight Swords flickering and flickering, and the position was tricky and weird, and he had already brought the magic power of the Great Grandmaster and the Small World.

Whoosh!

Guo Dalu shook his head, the four Qingfeng were already close at hand, and his body immediately swept backwards, which was able to avoid the four swords, but the sword intent that came to his face still made Guo Dalu's heart chill.

The old grandmaster is really moving, if he continues to hide his strength, I am afraid it will become more and more difficult to take the move.

"Okay! Senior Ouyang abolished him!" The prince of Liang Guo, who had been observing the battle between the two, saw that Ouyang Jiu had the upper hand and forced Guo Dalu to retreat, and cheered loudly.

Guo Dalu turned his wrist, and the five flying swords abandoned Ouyang Jiu, and stabbed downward towards Liang Chengkang with brushes and brushes.

"Oh mom!" Liang Chengkang shouted and hid in the car, but he could hear that he was worried and not really afraid.

A red tassel spear flickered, catching five flying swords.

Guo Dalu had no time to entangle with the Tianyi Holy Guard at this time, and with a move of his right hand, the flying sword returned.

At the same time, the eight imposing sword-raising flying swords firmly locked Guo Dalu.

Ouyang Jiu controlled the field steadily, and finally took a good time, and said: "The old man has not been ...... for a long time since he came to raise his own sword."

At this time, the mutation was born!

The young man in Tsing Yi, who was locked by the eight swords, changed his body full of yin qi, only to see his robe bulging, a grand and majestic Saitian righteous qi burst open, and the rain around him bloomed in a spherical shape, swinging the eight flying swords away.

Ouyang Jiu's face changed drastically, and he stretched out his hand and pointed at Guo Dalu: "You ......"

Before he finished speaking, the words "Hidden Realm" were finished, and an ethereal sword intent slashed from afar.

Ouyang Jiu said loudly: "Return to one!

Zheng Zheng Zheng!

The eight swords suddenly merged, and they merged into a giant sword across the sky, a unified sword, that is, Ouyang Jiu's ninth sword!