The man squatted down, pinched the joints of Hao Xinghe with both hands, connected the joints, and said softly: "You go first, I will deal with it here." ”

"Be careful. Hao Xinghe did not refuse, he knew that even if he was forced to stay, it would only be a drag. Nodding slightly, he limped out of the palace with his arms covered.

Yan Yu just looked at it like this and didn't chase Hao Xinghe.

"Yan Delirium?"

The man turned to look at him, patted the box behind him, and pulled out a sharp blade from it, with a hint of excitement in his eyes: "I have heard the name for a long time, and today I will divide the ranks." ”

"Report your name. Yan Yu looked at it, and his eyes shrank slightly.

"Qinglong. ”

As soon as the words fell, the sharp blade hit the air, and a match was drawn, and it was unstoppable and slashed at him.

When the ......

Yan Yu lunged out of his sword and opened this momentum. The waist and abdomen retracted, and then stabbed down in one step, like turning over the sea and slaying a dragon, pointing directly at the opponent's plate.

"It's good to come. Qinglong laughed, unhurried, and the iron armor on his arm followed his movements, lightly blocking the tip of the sword. Turn the blade and sweep the throat.

Ripper!

Yan Yu's eyes flashed, he shook his sword, the tip of the sword rubbed his arm armor, and he drew out the Dao Mars, from the bottom to the top, and the lightning slashed, like an antelope hanging its horns, fluttering and deceiving itself, with the intention of dissecting the heart.

Qinglong bowed slightly, as if he was pretending, but the sharp blade in his hand was lightly handed out, and the move did not leave Yan Yu's throat and other vital points.

Bang!

Yan Yu broke off his sword and split the sharp blade in front of him, and swept out unabated.

However, at this time, Qinglong suddenly slapped the box behind him, and with the sound of a burst, two sharp iron cables suddenly shot out from the corner of the box.

"Qimen weapons?" Yan Yu had already expected, so although Qinglong's hand was abrupt, it was not difficult for him to deal with it.

I saw him retract his sword, swing open an iron cable, and his gloved left hand, if the yellow dragon broke the barrier, he suddenly took it out and held another iron cable in his hand.

"This soldier is called Qimen Fourteen Style. ”

Qinglong responded in a deep voice, threw out the sharp blade in his hand, patted his hands on the box, and instantly pulled out two curved mandarin duck knives of different lengths from the middle.

Raise your hand to pick up the stars!

He suddenly took half a step diagonally, bent his legs and jumped up, his two swords staggered, and wrenched towards Yan Yu's head from top to bottom.

...... Two swords are in hand, and their skulls are stars.

"Not bad. ”

Yan Yu slid backwards, lifted his sword and flipped it, and in a moment, it was precisely inserted in the middle line, and the sword body happened to be stuck at the intersection of the two swords.

He supported the ground with one hand, bent down and raised his legs, like a poisonous scorpion swinging its tail, a little poke, and slashed at the top of the green dragon's head.

Although this kick was kicked out in a hurry, it didn't have too much strength, but it couldn't stand the steel armor embedded in the sole of Yan Yu's shoes.

Leng Zi's kick made Qinglong's ears and eyes dazzle, spewing out a mouthful of blood mist, and quickly retreating with his twin swords.

"Slash!"

Yan Yu's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he flipped somersaults, pulling the distance between the two within two meters, and with the momentum of ten thousand jun, Huo Ran slashed straight down with a sword.

The blade of the sword is like water, cold and shiny. The blade breaks through the air, and the silver arc is just like a round of crescent moon in the sky, which is beautiful.

Bang!

Click......

In a desperate moment, the box behind Qinglong opened again, and as he stepped back, he shot three black shadows at Yan Yu.

Fast, too fast. Yan Yu never expected that this thing could also shoot a dark weapon, just like his Transformers. The muscles on his back twisted together in an instant, driving his body in mid-air, forcibly changing a slight arc to avoid a black shadow.

Putting away the sword and turning around, Yan Yu pushed his right hand and pushed the Zhongxing Han Sword from his waist to the front to block a black shadow.

The left hand was like picking up the stars and the moon, and it was thrown out awe-inspiringly, and when the hidden weapon hit half a foot, he accurately held it in his hand.

Creak...... Sparks splash.

A tooth-aching friction sound sounded, and Yan Yu clearly saw a few wisps of green smoke rising in his hand, and when the hidden weapon was inches away from his eyes, he finally completely dissolved the momentum.

"Hoo ......"

He fell to the ground, threw away the bolt made entirely of fine iron, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and gasped for breath with palpitations.

Qinglong rubbed his head, threw away the double swords in his hand, shook the box, and spat out a long stick from each end.

He held a long stick, staggered and condensed in front of him, and suddenly turned into a spear, pointing at Yan Yu from afar.

"Good. ”

Yan Yu looked at the scratches on his palm, grinned slightly, and the long sword was dotted in his hand, and he rushed to attack.

The steel spear was like a silver dragon turning over the sea, and in the hands of the green dragon, it threw out a silver light, completely rolling Yan Yu into the storm.

An inch long, an inch strong.

One inch is short, one inch is dangerous.

Qinglong's spear skills are a few points stronger than the spear dragon Zhu Lekai who once encountered in "Gaoxia", not only in terms of simple skills, but also in experience.

Combat experience.

If Zhu Lekai fights against Qinglong, at most Shihe, he will be killed with one shot.

Bang!

Yan Yu clutched his chest and retreated, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

Qinglong put away his gun and crutched the ground, and from his right shoulder, a hideous sword mark stretched to his chest, and the bones were deeply visible. If he went two inches deeper, he would have died.

"You're one of the strongest people I've ever met. Qinglong gasped, as if he couldn't feel the pain of the wound, kicked the tail of the gun with his toes, and fought with Yan Yu again with a muffled snort.

Yan Yuge fired a shot, grazing the barrel of the gun and stabbing at his gun-holding hands. He asked, "Qinglong, Tiansha is in the Reincarnation Forest, how is his strength?"

Qinglong shook the big gun, trembling awe-inspiringly, and turned around with the tail of the gun in one hand, and swept towards Yan Yu again. "Not far from me. ”

"He's dead, Your Excellency, why don't you go with him...... How?"

Yan Yu suddenly sank his waist, stepped on the dragon's steps, loosened his sword and held the gun, and suddenly tugged. Take advantage of the gap when its footing is unstable.

His claws were like dragons and tigers, instantly clamping on the shoulders of the green dragon, and the spikes were embedded in the armor, and as he grabbed with his strength, the green dragon was caught off guard, directly leaving several holes in his shoulder blades that sprayed blood.

The geist is terrible.

The arms are like dragons, one in front and one behind, light and dark are staggered, and the claws are cold and light, hitting the throat of the green dragon.

"Insidious!" Qinglong's shoulders were bleeding profusely, the pain was incomparable, and the big gun was in his hand, and now it was as heavy as a thousand pounds, not as light as Fang Cai's lightness at all.

He is also a decisive person, seeing that the situation is not good, he decisively abandoned the gun, kicked out with both feet in the air, forced Yan Yu to retreat, slapped his hands on the box violently, and pulled out two semi-circular blades buckled in his hands from the middle.

Bell ......

Although both of them are now empty-handed, they both have gold and iron in their hands, and they are even more dangerous under the hand.

The continuous muffled sound was deafening, and the red sparks continued to burst out, winning and losing each other from time to time, and the battle situation once again fell into an indescribable stalemate.

Burst......

The two retreated again, pulling away from each other.

The knife marks on the scales and armor on Yan Yu's chest were intertwined, and they were extremely dense.

On the arms of the green dragon, shocking blood holes can be seen from time to time.

Obviously, the kung fu is comparable, but Yan Yu's defense is higher.

Qinglong is actually very depressed, because the claw method he practiced was largely straight to the middle palace, not so much a claw as a dagger.