Ding Mian and Lu Bai, their faces changed, and they paced slowly in the room. The two thought about it, and hated Su Liu, who was stirring up the situation.

Suddenly, the eyes of the two sides looked at each other, and they both understood their respective intentions, but they didn't say a word, one left and one right, almost at the same time, and killed Su Liu with their palms and swords.

This sudden blow of hard work was only between the rise and fall of the rabbit.

Ding Mian is burly and strong, ranked first in the Thirteen Taibao, known as the Tota hand, and the internal force is the first person worthy of the name in Songshan except for Zuo Lengchan, he only rushes with a pair of meat palms, the moves are complex and ingenious, and the shot is extremely fast. The air was so oppressed that it was about to burst, making a crackling sound, so it was not terrifying, and the spectators who were a little closer to their bodies felt stuffy in their chests and were very uncomfortable.

Lu Bai's internal strength is slightly inferior to Ding Mian Feibin, but his swordsmanship and body skills are still above the two of them, the long sword shook, the cold light was like electricity, dazzling and dazzling, and the instantaneous kung fu was like an iron horse and a glacier attacking wildly, and it arrived in front of Su Liu.

The secret hand of these two people counterattacking was really too fast, and they all had the intention of killing Su Liu with a quick knife, and all the masters sat on it, and there was a group of heroes in the middle, where was there time.

Ling Hu Chong was behind Yue Buqun, his hands were already pressed on the hilt of the sword, but Yue Buqun seemed to have eyes behind his back, and pressed his backhand to hold down the hilt of Ling Hu Chong's sword, but his eyes were staring at Su Liu, staring at Su Liu's hand holding the sword.

Tianmen and Tiansong swept over, wanting to relieve the siege, but they were blocked by dozens of Songshan disciples who rushed up, and for a while, Liu Zhengfeng also led the disciples of Liufu to fight with his sword, and there was a melee in the hall.

Su Liu had to fight the two masters alone.

"What a domineering big Songyang hand!"

Su Liu raised his eyebrows, Fei Bin is supposed to have better palm skills, but Ding Mian's internal strength is more old and pure, he exerts his footsteps, takes a big step forward, and his footwork is too fast, which actually gives people a feeling of shrinking into inches, and his left palm is waved continuously, only to see that the palm shadow is heavy, and the yin qi is bursting, only with Ding Mian's big Songyang hand.

"If you want to be domineering, I will be more domineering than you!"

The sword aura was cold, but Lu Bai's sword also came over, Su Liu's body was slightly bowed, only with his left palm against Ding Mian's hands, and his right hand led the sword out of the sheath, the sword edge trembled, and it also ignited the tip of Lu Bai's sword like a poisonous snake spitting letters.

"Haha, happy!"

Su Liu laughed loudly, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, this Ding Mian thought that he had internal strength, but he couldn't suppress himself, and the matter had come to this point, both of them gave up the subtle changes in their palms, just to see whose internal force was more domineering and fierce!

Su Liu's body is burdened with the luck method of yin and yang grinding, as long as the enemy's internal force is not devastating and crushing himself, he can unload some of them, at this time, most of the Songyang's palm power was unloaded by him, and the person only suffered some slight internal injuries, but the green bricks under his feet could not stand the strength, and they were broken and divided into several pieces.

With this pair of palms, Su Liu took three steps back, his body slanted and moved, and he skillfully avoided Lu Bai's sword that was like a big crossbow rushing and stabbing at him.

Linghu Chong hurriedly said, "Master, why don't you let me come on the field to help Uncle Su?" ”

Yue Buqun said coldly in a low voice: "Wait and see!" The big picture counts. ”

Linghu Chong suddenly felt disheartened, so he didn't get depressed, and took a sip, but he had a strange feeling in his heart: Although Master's move was for the overall situation, he didn't know why it was a little disappointing!

Yue Buqun was actually just to observe Su Liu's swordsmanship and determine the secret and unknown thoughts in his heart. Even if Su Liu killed Songshan and the two, it would only be beneficial to him, and the Taishan faction would lose Zuo Lengchan's face, and he would be able to take things from it in the future.

Su Liu flashed this sword, his body was still chic and elegant, and he fought with that palm, but Ding Mian felt that the blood in his chest was churning, but this was not the most terrifying, he faintly felt that there seemed to be a cold internal force that had rushed into his body when the two of them interacted with the true qi. In an instant, the two meridians of his Yin Dimension and Yin Bridge suddenly stabbed, obviously shaking the foundation of his life's vitality.

Thinking of this, Ding Miandeng's face was ashen, and he jumped back a few big steps and began to pranayama.

Lu Bai raised his sword and shouted, "Second Senior Brother, what's wrong with you?" ”

Ding Mian said miserably: "Senior Brother Lu, I won't do it." Beware, this kid has a very weird internal force! ”

Lu Bai was furious, and the sword light in the shuriken skyrocketed, and countless sword tips appeared, turning into a little star, and picking at Su Liu's eyes, the swordsmanship was still majestic, and the momentum was dignified, but it was secretly murderous.

Su Liu shook his head and said with a slight smile: "The swordsmanship of the Songshan faction is nothing more than that, you look at my sword!" ”

The sword of the king of the wheel in his hand, when he landed, the sword momentum rose up a little, like a chain of iron horses swept in, the two of them intersected with two swords in the air, and even out of the don't know how many swords, every blow, is a sharp scream, like a halberd of yellow sand, the flat ground gives people a magnificent atmosphere of confrontation between the two armies.

The momentum is not enough, it is still climbing up, and the internal strength of the heroes here is shallow, and when they hear such a sound, they are depressed.

After the thousands of troops galloped, Su Liu's sword momentum paused slightly.

Lu Bai laughed wildly: "Boy, you are young after all, you can't get up, you can't keep up now, just tie your hands"

Before he could say this word, he felt a pain in his ears, but fortunately, he was experienced in the rivers and lakes, and his heart was cold, so he withdrew his sword and rolled on the ground, so he couldn't help but howl, only to see that his entire right ear had fallen to the ground, and the upper half of his body was sprinkled with blood.

"This kid!"

Yue Buqun saw that Su Liu had another wonderful swordsmanship, breaking Lu Bai's sword move. In an instant, the situation was already under control, knowing that he couldn't wait, his body was pulled up, only a little on the table, and he had already swept out a distance of more than ten meters, his face flashed with purple gas, and he shouted: "Stop!" ”

He drank this time, but he carried the Zixia magic skill, known as "Huashan Nine Gong, Zixia No. 1", a total of more than 500 people were crowded inside and outside the hall, and everyone could hear such a clear groan.

On both sides of the fierce fight, their hands unconsciously stopped, and they separated a few steps.

Yue Buqun's face was smug and hidden, he brushed his sleeves and spread his robe, his robe fluttered, and he fell in the middle of the crowd, and continued:

"It's all here! Su Shaoxia's martial arts are strong and his character is good, why should the two junior disciples of Songshan force each other, thinking of his words, Yue believes that he is impossible to be a thief of the Demon Sect. After Yue Buqun finished speaking, he shook the folding fan lightly, and nodded to Su Liu, what a righteous and honest gentleman.

These words plucked out Suliu, so that he would be grateful to himself; In fact, there is another meaning, Su Liu is young, and his martial arts are certainly okay, but these Taibao under Zuo Lengchan of the Songshan faction are also very poor.

[PS: Thank you Comet Aare, Lone Real Man for the reward :)]