Zhao Tianhua's body trembled, you must know that even if the opponent has the same cultivation as him, it is impossible to catch his sword with only two fingers!

What's more, the one in front of him, Ye Qiuyang, who doesn't seem to be as old as him, how can he cultivate to be taller than him?

When he entered the mage cultivation at the age of twenty, he was already a genius who was famous in the world, if there were people who were younger than him but higher than him, then how could he never have heard of it!

"Fake, fake...."

"No way, it's absolutely impossible!"

Zhao Tianhua burst out, finally gritted his teeth, and pulled out his sword.

He retreated a few steps back to widen the distance, and then rushed up with his strength, gathered the spiritual power of his whole body, and slashed down with another sword!

The momentum of his sword was astonishing, as if it was about to open the world.

Zhao Tianhua is absolutely sure this time, and he will definitely be able to cut off a bloody hand!

However, Ye Qiuyang didn't mean to dodge, he still raised his right hand,

His two fingers, like phantoms, easily clamped the sharp blade again!

Ye Qiuyang hooked the corners of his mouth,

"That's it? You're only going to be able to pretend to be in front of that bunch of garbage! ”

As he spoke, he twisted his fingers and twisted the blade nearly ninety degrees, then let go and flicked it out.

The huge reaction force bounced, and Zhao Tianhua's whole person flew back more than ten meters directly, and after he finally stabilized his footsteps, the right arm holding the sword was still trembling along with the blade, and the red blood on the tiger's mouth flowed down the sword body.......

Zhao Tianhua's face was full of incredulity, and the shock in his heart was far heavier than the pain in his hands!

To be able to take his two swords effortlessly, I'm afraid, I want to start at the level of a Heavenly Master......

He raised his head, looked at Ye Qiuyang, and said with a little stammer,

"Is it possible, you ...... Are you a Heavenly Master? ”

"Impossible, Daomen doesn't have such a young Heavenly Master!"

Ye Qiuyang clapped his hands and said with a sneer,

"Why can't it be?"

Zhao Tianhua shook his head, "Fake, it must be fake!" ”

He grew up with the halo of the word "genius", and he has long been accustomed to being admired and worshiped everywhere.

But now, an unidentified person suddenly appeared, but his cultivation was far higher than him, which made him unacceptable no matter what!

If this news spreads, I'm afraid his genius title will be gone forever!

"No, no......" Zhao Tianhua red-eyed, "I must defeat you, I must defeat you!" ”

He slammed on the ground, came into the air, pinched the sword trick, and shouted,

"Qinglian Sword Duel!"

With a swing of his sword, ten thousand green rays poured out, stabbing overwhelmingly!

Ye Qiuyang wrinkled his nose,

"What Qinglian Sword Duel, let you see my Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descent!"

"The dragon is in the sky—"

He jumped up and rushed straight towards Zhao Tianhua in mid-air.

Ye Qiuyang's body was like a phantom, and none of those cyan swords could hit him.

In the blink of an eye, he came to Zhao Tianhua, raised his hand and slapped it with one palm!

"Poof—"

Zhao Tianhua raised his head to the sky and spurted out a mouthful of blood, then fell from the air, slammed into the ground, and the sword also fell to the side.

He was lying on the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood, and he had begun to doubt life,

"Drop ...... Eighteen palms of the dragon? Could it be that you are a descendant of ancient martial arts? ”

Ye Qiuyang was stunned, it was just a random name he gave to the move, but he didn't expect Zhao Tianhua, a fool, to really believe it.

He raised his eyebrows and said simply,

"That's right, I am the thirty-eighth generation descendant of Hong Qigong!"

Zhao Tianhua almost spurted out another mouthful of old blood, and from this moment on, his worldview completely collapsed......

On the other side, the Taoist priests who were still besieging Zhou Tai were first startled when they saw Zhao Tianhua being beaten down, and then turned around and were about to rush towards Ye Qiuyang.

At this moment, even Murong Qingxue really couldn't stand it.

This group of so-called Daomen disciples, will they only bully more and less?

She drew her weeping whip and leaped into the crowd, wielding her bone whip.

Zhou Tai, who had reached the peak of the ghost head alone, would be difficult to deal with with with the cultivation of these Taoist priests, let alone Murong Qingxue.

Soon, the Taoist priests were beaten down one by one, lying on the ground crying for their father and mother.

Ye Qiuyang picked up Zhao Tianhua's saber and slowly approached it back and forth.

Zhao Tianhua looked at Ye Qiuyang in horror,

"You...... What do you want? ”

Ye Qiuyang pursed his lips and said,

"Last time, you cut a scar on my ghost general's shoulder, and today, I'm going to break one of your arms!"

"You dare to .....," Zhao Tianhua said, "If you dare to touch me, you are the enemy of the entire Dragon and Tiger Mountain!" ”

"I'm so scared," Ye Qiuyang shrugged, "I can't afford to offend Longhu Mountain, forget it, don't cut it." ”

As he spoke, he gathered his sword and turned to leave.

Zhao Tianhua breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he moved out of the division in time, and finally saved an arm.

Just when he thought it was okay, Ye Qiuyang, who had just taken two steps, suddenly turned around and slashed with a sword!

"Ahh

A bloody arm rolled to the ground, and Zhao Tianhua rolled on the ground with his shoulders in his arms, letting out a wail like killing a pig.

Ye Qiuyang stepped on Zhao Tianhua's chest with one foot and squinted his eyes,

"The surname is Zhao, let me tell you, don't say it's Longhu Mountain, even if you move out of the world, I'm not afraid!"

He said that if he wants to avenge Zhou Tai and let Zhao Tianhua return it doubly, he will definitely do it!

Looking at Ye Qiuyang's deep eyes, Zhao Tianhua trembled, because ..... It's just the devil's eyes, he's a devil!

Ye Qiuyang threw away the blood-stained sword and said coldly,

"This time it's just an arm, next time, it's not that simple!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole bottom of the lake suddenly trembled, as if it was about to collapse.

It's not as if, it's really going to collapse!

I saw that the water walls on the left and right sides were shaking violently, and they were about to collapse.

Murong Qingxue ran over and asked, "What's going on?" ”

Ye Qiuyang explained,

"The reason why the lake and the lake are separated is entirely because of the strong resentment between Li Zicheng and the zombie army, and now that they are all cold, the lake water is naturally ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the wall of water completely collapsed, and for a while, the raging water of the lake poured down from all directions in the west.

The Taoist priests all staggered up from the ground, and each cast a spell, which would clear the water and hold his breath.

Even Zhao Tianhua endured the pain of a broken arm and pasted a water-repellent charm on his body.

Ye Qiuyang first took Zhou Tai back into the natal talisman, and then let the three yin cha go first.

Murong Qing Xue Dai frowned slightly,

"I don't know how to clear water, will you?"

Ye Qiuyang had a bitter face, "Yes, yes, I don't have a water repellent on my body." ”

"Boom—"

As she spoke, the heavy lake water slapped in, and Ye Qiuyang hurriedly protected Murong Qingxue in her arms and bears the pressure of the lake for her.