The long sword in Duan Zhengchun's hand and Duan Yanqing's iron rod collided fiercely in mid-air!

In an instant, this two-legged stand on the ground, like an abyss stopping at the edge of the mountain, not moving at all; That one's whole body was in the air, like a willow branch in the wind, fluttering uncertainly.

Everyone in the audience said 'oh', knowing that the two of them had reached the critical juncture of competing for internal strength, Duan Zhengchun stood on the ground, his feet could borrow strength, and he took advantage of it, but Duan Yanqing was condescending, and his whole body weight was pressed on the opponent's long sword, but it also contributed to the internal force.

After a while, I saw that the long sword gradually bent and slowly became an arc, and the thin iron rod was still as straight as an arrow.

Zhao Kai saw that the long sword in Duan Zhengchun's hand was becoming more and more curved, and bent a little more, but he was afraid that it would be broken into two.

Duan Zhengchun saw that the long sword in his hand would break at any time, took a deep breath, and pointed out with his right finger, which was exactly the technique of a yang finger. His command attainments are not as good as those of Emperor Duan Zhengming of Baoding, and he can't be three feet away from his body. The stick and sword intersected, and the two blades were as long as eight feet together, and this finger could not hurt Duan Yanqing no matter what, so Duan Zhengchun's finger was not aimed at Duan Yanqing, but it was an iron rod aimed at him.

Is this a yang finger? Zhao Kai's eyebrows raised slightly, and he shook his head secretly, although this yang finger is famous, but in the final analysis, it is just an extremely clever point kung fu, and it cannot be ranked among the peerless martial arts. However, the quality of martial arts is also a key to its users, so it is not excluded that Duan Zhengchun did not really learn it.

Zhao Kai raised his eyes to look, but when he saw where Duan Zhengchun's finger was pointing, Duan Yanqing's iron staff flickered, and Duan Zhengchun's long sword straightened a little. Duan Zhengchun immediately connected his fingers, and the long sword in his hand also stretched three times, gradually returning to its original state.

I see that everything is going to be good. Ah Zi suddenly spoke: "Mom, you see that Daddy uses his fingers and swords, but it's just a tie with a thin stick from others." If the other party's other stick attacks again, does Daddy have three hands to deal with it? Otherwise, it is better to crawl on the ground and take off on your feet, although the appearance is ugly, it is better than stabbing someone to death. ”

Ruan Xingzhu was already worried, and her daughter was saying some unpleasant words on the side, and before she could answer, she saw Duan Yanqing with an iron rod in his right hand. With a snort, he pointed at Duan Zhengchun's left index finger.

Duan Yanqing's technique and internal strength are no different from the Yiyang Finger, except that the stick is used instead of the finger, and the rod is long and far. Duan Zhengchun didn't have time to dodge at all, so he could only fight back.

The finger force intersected with Duan Yanqing's rod force, and Duan Zhengchun suddenly felt a tingle in his arm. He retracted his fingers, and the quasi-condensation used his internal strength again. The second finger is pointed. The black stick flashed in front of him, and Duan Yanqing clicked the second stick again. Duan Zhengchun was taken aback: "He is so quick to transfer the internal breath, it seems that he is about to arrive, and the attainment of this yang finger is much deeper than mine." Immediately, he returned the finger, but he was slow for a moment. The body shook for a while.

Duan Yanqing couldn't help but have a lot of dreams at night, and the iron rod in his right hand was clicked nine times in a row, Duan Zhengchun resisted desperately, but finally when he received the ninth baton. I didn't mention a breath of true qi, I only heard a "poof", and the head of the iron rod was inserted into Duan Zhengchun's shoulder. Immediately afterwards, there was a "click" sound, and I saw that the long sword in his hand was also broken in half.

Duan Yanqing raised his left hand, seeing that this stick was about to end Duan Zhengchun's life.

Ruan Xingzhu screamed "ah", and rushed towards Duan Zhengchun, seeing that her lover was about to die, she didn't want to live anymore.

"Brother Zhao, go and save my father!" Ah Zhu was also anxious at this time, and tears were about to come out.

At this time, Yanqing's iron rod was less than three inches away from Duan Zhengchun's 'Baihui Acupoint' in his head, and Duan Yanqing saw that his Wang Tu hegemony was about to go one step further, but suddenly Duan Zhengchun's body seemed to be sucked away by some suction, and he flew out suddenly, and one of the sticks that must be hit was actually empty.

Everyone's eyes were all looking at Duan Zhengchun, but they saw a young boy reach out and grab the back of Duan Zhengchun's neck, and in this moment, he forcibly pulled him away. This magic skill is really incredible, although Duan Yanqing's martial arts are strong, it is difficult to do it to himself. The muscles on his face stiffened, and although he was not surprised, he remained silent, only snorting in his nostrils. This person is naturally Zhao Kai.

"Thank you Shaoxia for coming to the rescue." Duan Zhengchun looked back and said gratefully.

"If you die, Azhu will be sad." Zhao Kai said that he was about to hand over the injured Duan Zhengchun to Ruan Xingzhu, who had just rushed over.

But Duan Yanqing was shrewd, and without waiting for Zhao to open Duan Zhengchun, the iron rod in his right hand was handed out like a storm, stick after stick, all of which were aimed at Duan Zhengchun's vital points. He was determined to remove this obstacle that stood in his way to the throne, and as for how to deal with Zhao Kai, that was the next step.

Zhao Kai frowned slightly, and carried Duan Zhengchun to the left and right, dodging one by one, and avoiding them one by one in the gap between the stick shadows. Duan Yanqing took out twenty-seven sticks in a row, but he never brought a piece of Duan Zhengchun's clothes. He was shocked in his heart, because when the two met in Wuliang Mountain a few months ago, Zhao Kai was just a fledgling young boy, far from being his opponent. But now under this attack, Duan Yanqing faintly rose in his heart the idea that he was not Zhao Kai's opponent, and there was a strange roar at the moment, and his body suddenly floated away for a few feet, and shouted: "You kid is really not afraid of death, he escaped with his life in Wuliang Mountain last time, and now he dares to wade into this troubled water!" ”

Zhao Kai smiled slightly, and said slowly: "As long as he is a human, then he is afraid of death, and I am naturally afraid of it." ”

Zhao Kai's words are obvious, which means that the reason why he dares to wade into this troubled water is naturally full of certainty.

Duan Yanqing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "If this is the case, then let's see the real chapter under your hands." ”

I only heard a strange sound in Duan Yanqing's throat, and the iron rod in his right hand suddenly stretched out and pointed straight at Zhao Kai's head. At this time, he had already regarded Zhao Kai as an opponent equal to himself, so he used ten layers of skill to use this stick, even more serious than facing Duan Zhengchun just now.

When the iron rod went out, it made a loud noise, and the sound was terrifying!

Zhao Kai threw Duan Zhengchun in his hand to the side, pulled out the nine-curved sword on his waist, and immediately greeted him. It is the broken spear style in the Dugu Nine Swords, which is specially used to deal with long-handed weapons such as guns and sticks. One of the biggest features of Dugu Jiujian is that its speed is particularly fast.

Although it is not the truth, it does have its unique truth.

At the very least, Zhao Kai is fast, Duan Yanqing can't break it!

Duan Yanqing shook his head, trying to stabilize his mind, because Zhao Kai's move was too fast, he was able to keep up at first, after thirty moves, it was a little reluctant, and after fifty moves, this fatigue became more and more obvious, and now after a hundred moves, he can't keep up with Zhao Kai's movements at all.

Boom!

Duan Yanqing's forehead was covered with sweat, and he looked down at the long sword that suddenly appeared no more than three inches from his throat, and was silent. (To be continued......)