Since the battle of slaying the snake, Qingyun is very confident in his skills.

He secretly lucked Zixia's true qi, and handed out a sword, as fast as a leopard.

With the help of Ling Bo and Zixia, he will not be cowardly!

But sometimes the opponent may not be willing to be faster than him.

The dark clouds fall suddenly, the white waves turn angrily, and the heavens and the earth are combined!

The white light and black shadow rolled in one place, turning into a gray curtain, like an endless net.

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Qingyun rushed over with a sword at this time, as if he was in,

Throw yourself into the net!

When Qingyun felt bad, it was already a little late,

If you are old, you will lose the opportunity to change the direction.

On that day, the depressed battle against Princess Pengcheng, the princess's Tianluo trapped the depression in it.

depressed chose to die and break the net, and both lost.

It's a good way to play.

But at the moment, Qingyun can't do this.

The other party is two people, even if he picks one of them to fight and lose, the other person will never stand idly by.

But the sky net has ended, what else can be done to deal with it except to fight a fish to die and break the net?

A flash of inspiration flashed in Qingyun's mind, and his forward posture suddenly collapsed downward, and he inserted his hand into the ground.

His whole body took advantage of this insertion to bounce back, and the free palms each pinched a trick, and he had already held a sword, taking the artistic conception of feng shui.

In the face of a monstrous flood, it is invincible, and it becomes a part of the torrent.

Feng Shui,

Ninety-two, rushing to its opportunity;

June Fourth, the hill is unbelievable.

The shadow of Wuyang's stick swept over like a stormy wave.

The heavy sword stuck in the ground like a hill, it was majestic but not very tall and mighty, it was thin but it did not move.

Before the torrent hit the hillock, it could only be divided into two strands,

One left and one right, one black and one white, clearly distinguished.

Qingyun's operation really made the black and white ghosts unbelievable,

He abandoned his sword at this time, did he plan to take the blade empty-handed?

To tell the truth, with Qingyun's cultivation in front of him, if the black and white ghosts were using swords, he really didn't dare to greet them.

But in order to increase the range and momentum of the moves, the two abandoned the sword and took the club,

Since it is a blunt weapon, then Qingyun is not empty.

Rushing to the opportunity is a move to retreat into advance.

Qingyun's left hand avoided Xie Bi'an's stick backwards, but when the two of them were wrong, he poked his palm out again, and pressed on the mourning stick, although it did not bring any harm to the opponent, but it successfully broke the opponent's balance.

Xie Bi'an staggered on his feet and hurriedly withdrew his club, trying to stabilize his body.

Qingyun had already moved with his palm, and this style of his right palm was unbelievable.

In this series of moves, the rest of the moves are just to stall for time and break up the opponent's attack, and only the right palm blow is the counterattack.

Qingyun also gambled on all his skills, Ling Bobu, Zixia Gong, Tanzong Sword Palm, and Mahamudra Heart Technique, all of which were integrated at this moment.

His figure was as smooth as a swimming fish, and he walked up the river against the shadow of the stick, and stepped behind Fan Wuguilt.

But he didn't turn around in a hurry, and slapped it directly behind his back.

Such a position, such an angle, such a palm, it is really incredible.

Fan Wuyi's reaction was also extremely fast, he felt a strong push behind him to press down on him, and he didn't recklessly turn back to judge the landing point.

If you miss the time to look back, the misfortune of the mudra is inevitable.

Fan Wuyi poked the long stick on the ground, and the whole person took advantage of this support to rise up, and the castration doubled, which was able to avoid Qingyun's palm.

When Qingyun turned around, the black and white ghosts had already readjusted their positions.

They were originally full of confidence in Fang Cai's blow, but they didn't expect Qingyun to take the initiative to abandon the sword and defuse the attack of the two with both palms.

The black and white ghosts didn't dare to underestimate the young man in front of them, bent their knees and hunched their waists, holding their sticks obliquely, as if they were about to pounce again at any time. Qingyun was much calmer than the two of them, "Your combination of fighting methods can indeed match the world's first-class players in terms of momentum." It's just that your own cultivation is too weak, and once you are managed to split it and break it one by one, you will immediately collapse. Therefore, if you really want to work hard, I am afraid that this set of martial arts will have to be polished and polished. Put more effort into cooperating with the defense. Fan Wuxuan gritted his teeth and snorted coldly, "The victory is not scored, you don't want to be complacent too early." Qingyun slowly pulled up the liver and intestines, wiped the blade lightly, and squinted at the two ghosts, "It's better to make an agreement like this." In three moves, if I can disarm the two of you, how about you pass on a message for me? Li Shenjun listened to it all with a tight scalp, what? Three moves to disarm two masters of the Earth Branch Sword Slave level? Even if they don't have the skills to fight together, few people in the world dare to boast of such a mouthful. After the identity of the sect master of the Tan Sect changed, it was really quite inflated. Since even Li Shenjun didn't believe it, the black and white ghosts naturally disdained it even more. They have fought with Qingyun, and they know that this kid's martial arts are indeed meritorious, and the two ghosts will join forces to fight with him again, and the victory or defeat should be between five and five. But he actually boasted of Haikou who disarmed him in three moves, and Fan Xie and the others suddenly became angry, feeling humiliated. Fan Wuyi is more urban, and the psychology of revenge is even darker. He thought to himself, he might as well kill this kid according to his intentions, make a bet that is beneficial to his side, and then slap him back in the face, so that the retribution of the present world is extremely happy. So he glanced at Xie Bi'an, asked him not to be impulsive, and then turned to Qingyun and replied, "Okay, what do you want us to say?" "I want you to pass on the message to Zhang Tianshi: Concentrate on the mountains and fields, bind your heart with a cage, don't let the red dust happen, and ruin the Tao." As soon as Qingyun said a word, the faces of the two ghosts changed color together. Even though Fan Wuyi reminded him first, Xie Bi'an still couldn't hold it back, and said angrily, "The family teacher is the descendant of the Heavenly Master, what kind of identity cultivation is that, and it is also something that juniors like you can accuse?" Do you think that if you hang the signboard of Tanjun, you can see no one? Qingyun shook his head and smiled, "No, no." I'm not speaking as the sect master of the Tan Sect, and I have no intention of offending the Dao Sect. First of all, this is just a bet, whether it succeeds or not, it depends on your strength. Secondly, this sentence is said to Zhang Tianshi privately, and he knows what he is referring to. Fan Wuyi's face was already black, but at this time, if he lowered his face, it would be black and blue, and he was extremely lost, "Okay, then since it's a gambling contract." What if you lose, little brother? "Look at you? Do you have any suggestions? Xie Bi'an roared, "Since you are the sect master of the Tan Sect, it is not difficult for us to do it for you." If you don't shoot down our weapons within three moves, then go back to Longhu Mountain with us and listen to the Heavenly Master's discussion for three years, what do you think? Xie Bi'an glanced at Fan Wuyi, who also nodded heavily, obviously thinking that this proposal was reliable. If Tan Jun really had to bow his head to Zhang Tianshi and worship Longhu Mountain for three years, then Zhang Tianshi's status could not be said to surpass that of the current Dao Sect Sect Sect Master, Mr. Huayang, then at least it could be said to be unhindered. "Good!" How could Qingyun not see through their careful thoughts, but he didn't say anything, and promised even more happily, which made the two ghosts feel empty. Could it be that he has any reservations that he has not come up with?