"Qiao Jiabao Qiao Zheng, please advise. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Qiao's second brother Qiao Zheng hugged his fists, jumped off the third floor of the Happy Forest, and came to Lu Le's ten zhang.

Half-step consummation, this is Lu Le's first entry into the game, the first time against an opponent who has almost no chance of winning, on the Roman battlefield, almost all the masters of this kind of black iron peak are taken over by the team leader, Lu Le only needs to respond on the side, contend with the ordinary barbarians on the opposite side or the low-level black iron barbarians.

Compared with the straightforward Northland barbarians, every person in the Central Plains martial arts that Lu Le has seen, even if it is Xue Xiaodao, who has been defeated with one move, has an extremely complete martial arts inheritance.

Qiao Zheng is the third ranked young master of the Qiao family among the four major martial arts families in Longxi, he has been on the rivers and lakes for many years, and has rich experience.

Such a master who does not lack martial arts classics and actual combat experience is undoubtedly terrifying, but Lu Le wants to try at this time, how much is the gap between himself and those real Tianjiao.

"In Geroraku, please!" Lu Le handed the sword, and the novice long sword pointed at Qiao Zheng.

"Please!" The immeasurable swordsmanship of the Baiyun monk is the sword path of water, Qiao Zheng made a seal by example, and silently used the river seal to borrow the power of the water monarch, waiting for Lu Le to make a move.

The other party was so polite, of course Lu Le was not pedantic, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and a trace of internal force entered the sword body, causing the surrounding air to change suddenly, like a silent vortex placed in the torrent, rolling towards Qiao Zheng, it was the dark vortex in the sword of water.

Qiao Zheng chuckled, obviously dissatisfied with Lu Letuo's temptation, and with a wave of his left hand, like dust, gently brushed away the attacking dark vortex, and Lu Le's sword technique of injuring Li Cunzhong with a sword was actually ineffective.

Authority! Lu Le saw Qiao Zheng so easily defuse his tentative killing moves, his eyes narrowed, and he remembered a kind of martial arts that the old captain said, a kind of martial arts that borrowed the power of the gods to quickly gain strength, once practiced, he could quickly mobilize his authority, and in the functional field managed by the gods, there was a natural suppression of the enemy's martial arts with the same attributes.

This is also the martial arts studied by the group of madmen of the Oracle Church, which can advance to the silver (grandmaster) very quickly, at the cost of thinking closer and closer to the god who borrows authority, until he becomes one with the god and becomes the agent of the god who comes to the world, the god of the Oracle Church is the legendary great evil god, with the same power as the supreme god of the Western Holy See, once practiced, the mind will naturally get closer and closer to the chaotic and disorderly crown, the great evil god as the old god, and extremely hateful human beings who believe in the new god Mother Earth God. As the state religion of Roman, Mother Earth has aroused the hatred of the Church of the Oracle, and the believers of the Church are rampant in Roman, and from time to time they infiltrate the hinterland of Romans to carry out large-scale killings to please the gods.

Lu Le had also dealt with that group of madmen in the royal capital, and at that time, because of the three-element vein, his cultivation was low, and he was nailed to the wall by the oracle disciples every time and became a sacrifice. Not to mention, in reality, a few days ago, he was killed by a silver-level disciple in one blow, and now he met the Authority Martial Arts again, which of course aroused his competitive spirit.

As the supreme treasure of Roman swordsmanship, the Wang Ting Sword Book naturally has its restrained swordsmanship for the old rival oracle sects, and the Fire Sword is the creation of the martial arts of the gods, which is said to be able to defeat the strong with the weak and restrain the great evil god martial arts. It's a pity that the scroll of fire and the scroll of qi are the secrets of the royal court, and Lu Le is already extremely lucky to get the guidance of the veterans, not to mention the scroll of fire with higher secrecy, all the romans have learned the sword technique of fire, and Lu Le only has the impression of Her Royal Highness the eldest princess Nero.

Qiao Zheng in front of him controls the authority of water, Lu Le Mo calculated the temptation just now, the most skilled water sword path was used at this time, and the power caused to Qiao Zheng was less than three percent of the past, and with the internal force of half a step, the dark vortex was dispersed without any pressure.

The sword path of water is not good, then the volume of qi, Lu Le stepped forward and bullied Qiao Zheng within ten steps, and the cold mang had already turned into thousands with the sword momentum, attacking Qiao Zheng, it was Lu Le who had just mastered the sword of qi - Flying Feather.

Baiyun Monk's swordsmanship is called Impermanence Immeasurable Sword, Lu Le changed his sword path, Qiao Zheng didn't feel much surprised, at this time, the authority of the Dragon Monarch could not suppress Lu Le, so he regarded Lu Le's Qi Scroll as an impermanent sword technique, turned over the river seal and unfolded, and brought a wave of qi to Lu Le with a punch.

Qiaojia Liuyin is also a higher level of martial arts, and the efficiency of the exercise is slightly inferior to the cloud body, with about fifty percent weighted value, with the internal force above the standard value of 90 points of half-step perfection (according to the previous conversion, the day after tomorrow is 60 points-89 points, the half-step perfection is 90 points-98 points, and the acquired perfection is 99 points), There are 4.5 standard values with one blow, Lu Le now has no bonus of killing intent, with Wang Ting's swordsmanship, only seventy percent weighting, compared to when Donghe was prosperous in the night battle, the internal force has increased slightly, about 40 points, and the standard killing of Fei Yu is already an incredible 2.8, but it still can't be compared with Qiao Zheng, the fist and sword intersect, even if you use the wind body and cloud body to reduce the blow, Lu Le Feiyu's thousand cold rays have gradually dimmed, and they have disappeared in pieces.

Lu Le withdrew his sword depressedly, retreated and adjusted his position, not that he couldn't withstand it, but that the novice long sword was consciously attacked by Qiao Zheng many times, and the tip of the sword became dull, and if he persisted, he might be discounted by Qiao Zhengsheng, if so, Lu Le, who was in swordsmanship, would naturally lose.

If you can't be fierce, then use the softness, the volume of qi as the skill of Wang Ting's swordsmanship, of course, there is more than this trick, Lu Le retreated and dispersed the cold mang, and at the same time, with the authority of Qiao Zheng Longjun to mobilize the meaning of water, Lu Le slowly drew a circle in the air with his sword.

The fog rises, the clouds rise.

This is the Sword of Qi - Floating Clouds, which originally required Lu Le to spread out a large field with the Sword of Water to be displayed, but now because of Qiao Zheng's River Seal, there is an excellent use of the environment, as soon as Lu Le uses it, white clouds appear, enveloping the two of them, and a large field is white.

"Your Excellency's trick didn't work for me." The corners of Qiao Zheng's mouth curled, his body was slightly stunned, and a huge wave spread out in all directions, washing away the clouds, only to see Lu Le, who was stunned, three meters away from him, and laughed, "Emei is defeated!" A punch slammed into Lu Le, tearing Lu Le, who was stunned beside him, apart.

That's right, the "Lu Le" beside Qiao Zheng was blown apart, but the winner was not yet known, Qiao Zheng frowned and looked around, Lu Le had disappeared in his own perception.

Lu Le slowly moved around Qiao Zheng, and when he saw that Qiao Zheng couldn't see himself, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, the opponent was too strong, once he made a move, he almost wanted his own life, if Lu Le didn't kill in time and hide his figure, it was very likely that he would be knocked down by the punch just now.

With the Sword of Qi-Xiao Kill to hide his figure, Lu Le slowly moved his steps again, seeking Qiao Zheng's flaws, but unexpectedly, there was a sudden "click" sound under his feet, as if he had stepped on a puddle, the secret path was not good, Qiao Zheng had already punched violently, and blasted towards his position with the momentum of a monstrous wave.