"It's Guan Hefei's Black Dragon Po Gong!"

He was willing to teach this method, and he didn't know how much benefit he received. ”

"With this method, Wang Mingyang will win, and at most five breaths, he can kill the opponent. ”

Wang Mingyang's method of transforming the dragon with a knife is known to many people.

This is Guan Hefei's fame exercise, which is extremely powerful and famous.

Rumble!

The sword qi black dragon roared silently, with a rolling bloody aura, and flew through the air.

The fact that the Quenching Body Realm cultivator made a move and could have such a terrifying momentum was enough to show that Wang Mingyang's strength was extremely strong.

He is not only a gentleman, but also very qualified.

"White horse!"

Zhou Ziheng let out a long roar, his true qi burst out and poured into his arms, and he immediately swung his sword to meet it.

His moves are so simple that everyone can do it.

Basic Swordsmanship: Thorn.

This sword was issued, and it immediately attracted the ridicule of countless people.

However, before they could speak, they were stunned.

Because Zhou Ziheng's sword is extremely fast!

Swish!

The sword light flashed like lightning, and the tip of the sword that spewed thin air hit the flying poisonous dragon.

Under the collision, the two breaths exploded one after another.

The poisonous dragon with a bloody aura was unexpectedly broken by this sword.

"How is that possible!"

"His true qi is so condensed!"

"What a fast sword, such a strong true qi!"

One after another stunned voices sounded in an instant, and too many people's eyes widened, feeling incredible.

The cultivation of these people far surpasses Zhou Ziheng, so they can see it very clearly.

But the more you see it, the more terrifying it becomes.

"This ......"

Hong Qingyun was pleasantly surprised, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at the side of him, the elder of the inner door to pass on the gong, Chongyang.

"Impeccable, perfect sword. Jie Chongyang took the initiative to answer, knowing what Hong Qingyun wanted to ask.

Zhou Ziheng's swordsmanship is not even a star, and a three-year-old doll can learn it.

However, it is this simple single thorn, but it is like an antelope hanging horns without a trace, and it is natural.

"How can this be! I personally instructed the famous Yang to cultivate the Black Dragon Po Gong Gong, and it was not a problem to kill the same level with one sword, how could it be easily broken!"

The smile on Guan Hefei's face suddenly stiffened and turned into a look of consternation.

I can't believe that the powerful exercises that he relied on to become famous are so unbearable in the hands of Wang Mingyang.

Yesterday I practiced at home, and it was fine, why did I suddenly become like this?!

Rumble!

The light of the poisonous dragon's cracking suddenly spread.

Zhou Ziheng felt a flower in front of him, and then returned to normal.

"Kill!"

"What?!"

Wang Mingyang rushed over with a knife, and was shocked when he saw that Zhou Ziheng was safe and sound.

According to the plan, he will perform the Black Dragon Po Gong first, which will injure Zhou Ziheng.

Then, slash with a knife.

The plan was perfect!

But right now, Zhou Ziheng is unscathed, and the original perfect plan is full of loopholes all of a sudden.

It's like the back of a peerless beauty in the distance, and when you get closer, you realize that it's a gentleman!

But there was no turning back from the bow.

Wang Mingyang's eyes flashed with fierceness, and he suddenly stabbed at Zhou Ziheng's head.

Swish!

The knife qi was sharp, and the cold light flashed.

Zhou Ziheng was very calm, and with a flip of his wrist, it was still a simple stab.

While.

Swords collide and split with one touch.

Zhou Ziheng felt numbness and pain in his arm, and immediately carried his true qi for conditioning.

After being tamped by the Dragon and Tiger Quenching Pill, his body was extremely strong.

Between breaths, it is better.

Wow!

Wang Mingyang took two big steps back before he stood firm, looking at his palms in horror.

The tiger's mouth was cracked, and red blood overflowed.

"I'm wounded? I'm hurt by a pariah???"

He was talking to himself.

However, without waiting for him to recuperate, Zhou Ziheng took the initiative.

Basic Swordsmanship: Wipe.

Zhou Ziheng's sword momentum struck silently with a sense of elegance, and went straight to Wang Mingyang's throat to erase.

He had only one thought in his heart, kill!

As for the consequences of killing Wang Mingyang, he didn't have time to think about it.

"Untouchables, how dare you hurt me!"

Wang Mingyang's expression was hideous, his eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly swung his knife and slashed the long sword.

While!

A screeching metallic sound rang out.

"Untouchables, you make me bleed, I deserve death! I will kill you, kill your whole family!"

Wang Mingyang roared loudly, and under the stunned gaze of everyone, he spurted out a mouthful of blood at the blade of the knife.

Airplanes......

The war knife, as if it had come to life, absorbed all the blood, and then burst out with blood-red energy.

The shocking change in this scene came as a surprise to many people.

Wang Mingyang became extremely ferocious, roaring and wielding a war knife, performing a strange sword technique, and killing him!

"You deceived me into being kind, deceived me into poverty, deceived me into being weak! I endured you to let you accommodate you, but you forced me to a dead end!"

"I don't want to endure it anymore!"

"Today, you and I can only live one!"

Zhou Ziheng roared again and again, and the word untouchable deeply pierced his nerves.

He struck out angrily, and the sword became more and more rapid.

Whew!

A sword is faster than a sword.

The moves of the basic sword technique were unleashed from his hands.

Each sword makes people feel difficult to pick, and it is simply a standard action.

While!

While!

While!

The swords kept clashing, sparks flying everywhere, and there was almost no stopping.

The battle between the two of them suddenly had a storm-like momentum.

It's hard to believe that this is a battle in the quenching realm.

"Young Master Wang actually has a bloody knife! Han Fatzi, isn't it you!"

Jiang Shuiyue exclaimed in a low voice, and immediately turned her head to look at Han Fenglei.

The Blood Demon Knife is a special weapon of the Demon Dao Monk, and the forging technique is extremely cruel, but it is extremely powerful!

The person who can get this kind of knife, in the entire Ma Tou Ji, only Han Fenglei's family.

"His father came to me personally and gave me a lot of money, how could I refuse? ”

Han Fenglei sneered.

"your mother! dare to sell this thing, be careful of being killed by knights!"

Jiang Shuiyue's face was cloudy and he cursed.

Han Fenglei ignored her anymore, and looked at the battlefield with a relaxed expression, expecting to see the scene of the bloody sword slaughtering in all directions.

It's just that Han Fenglei soon began to be disappointed, and he became more and more disappointed.

With the bloody knife in hand, Wang Mingyang, who was the black dragon and the man, was actually suppressed to death!

His moves, when he encountered Zhou Ziheng's basic swordsmanship, were like a chicken and a dog, and he was vulnerable.

It's like a silver gun wax head, which is useless.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Wang Mingyang's defeat has been decided.

"In ten days, he became like this, how did the young master cultivate?"

"Is this still the Zhou Ziheng I know? Compared with before, the judgment is like mud!"

"Incredible! Even if I see it with my own eyes, I don't believe that he is Zhou Ziheng!"

Many disciples of the White Horse Martial Sect looked at the battlefield with shocked faces.

Especially in the outer gate, those disciples who know Zhou Ziheng are even more unpleasant.

Zhou Ziheng, who was once ridiculed for being weak and poor, is like a fish jumping into the dragon gate and becoming an existence that they look up to.

And all this happened in just ten days.

The cultivation method of the dragon rebellion is so powerful!

"Brother!"

Zhou Xiangxiang's childish cheeks gradually appeared with a smile, getting thicker and thicker.

At this time, she could see the battle situation.

Zhou Ziheng, win!