There was a layer of bamboo powder between them, and the birds outside the house stopped chirping, and the cabin was quiet except for breathing.

Ying Long only practiced the "Phantom Dragon Hundred Ways" and "Jiaolong Hundred Ways" of the "Dragon Emperor Hundred Dao Gong", although these two are extremely superior dragon exercises, but when it comes to flexible sword moves, it is still necessary to count the "Spirit Dragon Hundred Dao", to talk about the fierceness of the sword moves, or to count the "Battle Dragon Hundred Dao", to talk about the unpredictable changes in swordsmanship, that is the "Snow Dragon Hundred Dao", these three ways of sword have not been learned, and the "Dragon Emperor Hundred Daogong" he made is nondescript!

But in the end, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, "Dragon Emperor Baidao Gong" is the culmination of the dragon clan's various swordsmanship, the five old stars of the dragon clan can each gallop the territory with one, not to mention that Ying Long has learned two ways, although the practice time is not long, it is far less profound than the five old stars, but relying on the two things that have been learned, they can barely cope with it for a while!

With a wave of the sawtooth sword, there are afterimages everywhere in the air, and the "Phantom Dragon Baidao" is used on the sword, that is, a sword with multiple edges, and there are a few more phantom swords in the air.

Ying Long shouted: "Dragon Emperor Baidao • Illusion - Ethereal and Exquisite Sword!" The sawtooth sword stabbed straight and was poking at Liu Xiaosheng's belly, Liu Xiaosheng didn't hide, as soon as his palm slapped the sword body, the sawtooth sword slashed away, and then hit Ying Long on the shoulder with a palm, the palm was as strong as a boulder collision, and Ying Long was shocked back by this huge force.

Ying Long didn't know why the stab just now didn't pierce the opponent's belly, could it be that this person was not made of meat, it was impossible, impossible! His sword was slightly reversed, hanging between his eyebrows, and shouted:

"Dragon Emperor Hundred Paths, Illusion - Thousand Swords!"

A cloud of white mist rose up on Ying Long's back, and ten thousand phantom swords shot out of the white mist, stabbing Liu Xiaosheng's body as if stabbing on steel.

Ying Long went all the way to the "ethereal and exquisite sword", and several remnant sword shadows in the air, Liu Xiaosheng ignored them, didn't look at them, no matter how many magic swords you had, they couldn't hurt me at all if they stabbed me.

Ying Long is also clever, seeing that the "Phantom Dragon Baidao" is not the top thing, he hurriedly replaced it with the "Jiaolong Baidao", this Jiaolong Dao is as fast as lightning out of the sword, the speed has reached the limit, in an instant is thousands of swords, if it is an ordinary opponent, barely able to catch a few swords, but can not be caught by tens of millions of stabs!

Ying Long closed his eyes and groaned:

"Dragon Emperor Baidao Jiao - Shadow Sword!" One leg pulled back, his muscles tensed, and he took a posture, and the sawtooth sword in his hand stabbed like lightning, and a round of stabs that were so fast that he couldn't see clearly, but the result was still the same as Fang Cai, no matter how many swords you stabbed out, it couldn't pierce Liu Xiaosheng's layer of steel and iron skin anyway.

If Ying Long learned the "Battle Dragon Hundred Ways" and stabbed with fierce and huge force, the result might be better, but he only learned these two ways, and the practice time is not long, and the skill is still shallow, just like Cheng Biting Jin's three-plate axe, if he can't hurt the enemy, it's these two ways, and nothing else will be done!

Ying Long is not discouraged, isn't there still a complete set of "Nine Extreme Heavens" and "Eight or Nine Xuantian Gong"?

But he hadn't made a move yet, Liu Xiaosheng pushed his palms away, his muscles trembled, and he shouted in a rough voice:

"Falling Nail - Broken Monument Cracked Stone Palm!"

A pair of iron palms slashed calmly and powerfully, Ying Long dodged left and right, trying his best to parry, where was there still the strength to fight back, seeing that a few moves had passed, he had been forced into a corner, Liu Xiaosheng snorted coldly, and it was another move:

"Falling Nail - Opening Fist!"

The arm bent slightly and accumulated strength for a moment, the volley was a punch, the cabin scattered in a gust of fist wind, only a few pillars struggled to support, Ying Long was vibrated by this strange force, rolled on the ground a few times, his limbs were sore, he couldn't move, the burning pain in his chest seemed to tear him apart, he gasped for breath, and the sawtooth sword didn't know where the shock flew?

Liu Xiaosheng kicked away the broken wood wrench, walked to Ying Long's side, and said in a cold voice:

"As I said, somebody's going to lie here!"

After saying that, he smashed it with a fist, and a gust of wind pressed Ying Long to stand up, only to hear a coquettish shout:

"Daddy, you're hurting again!"

The iron fist that covered Yinglong's door failed to smash down after all, but slowly moved away, Liu Xiaosheng scratched his head, and lied a little embarrassedly: "Daddy is playing with him!"

Liu Feifei ignored his father, ran over to help Ying Long in a huff, and complained: "You promised me not to hurt anyone, you-you——, I won't pay attention to you anymore!"

The corners of Liu Xiaosheng's stiff and rigid mouth were slightly curved, even if he laughed, he secretly kicked Ying Long's ass and said, "Daddy is really playing with him! Don't you believe it? You ask him!"

Ying Long rubbed his arms and legs, patted his chest and beat his back, slowly like a southerner, he looked at Liu Xiaosheng and said, "Ah, it's playing! It's playing! It's just playing too much, and I'm almost playing into it!"

Liu Xiaosheng laughed, a very rough northern man's laughter: "Daughter, we are really playing! Daddy has always been able to do what he promised you! Don't you believe it?"

Liu Feifei glanced at his father, pulled Ying Long and left, his tone was soft and stubborn: "You shouldn't play like this, look at what this blue nose and swollen face look like!"

Liu Xiaosheng scratched his head and said with a wry smile: "Play! Bruises and bruises are inevitable things, good daughter, you can't be angry with your father, you must not!" His last tone was similar to begging, he just cherished this daughter too much!

He watched the back gradually move away, and then returned to his original fierce appearance, and roared one by one: "Stinky boy, stinky boy, I won't kill you, you still dare to touch my daughter, okay, okay, next time I don't smash you into flesh, my name will be written upside down!"

He was furious, but he didn't dare to kill Ying Long in front of his daughter, but leaving Ying Long in the mansion would be a scourge sooner or later, and he must sneak around and quietly dispose of that kid, what should he do? He smashed down a big poplar tree with one punch, but the tree fell, and he still didn't come up with a solution.

He suddenly worried about his son again, his son has always been cautious, how could he fall into this stinky boy's trap, he was poured into five confusions and three unconscious, although he had arranged for someone to drink vomiting decoction for his son, but he was not at ease after all, not to mention that his son has always had the best way.

Ying Long was supported by Liu Feifei, her appearance was obviously Wan'er, but she could always feel that something was a little different, the way she looked at herself, it was the kind of eyes that treated strangers, and her smile was full of the gentleness and innocence of a southern girl, what was going on?

Ying Long whispered: "Wan'er, Wan'er?"

Liu Feifei turned her head, her eyes were full of inquiring, she pointed to herself and asked:

"Are you calling me?"