readx;?? Although the gun has been introduced into the outer door, Ji Yanran did not draw the sword, this is not the first time she has faced He Yunmeng, she has really suffered too many losses, with her internal skills, if she uses the sword to fight against He Yunmeng, in just one round, her sword will have to be taken off. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 More importantly, she's not alone.

He took a step back to the side, and the snake gun in his hand shook, and he had already gotten out of the entanglement of the soft whip, and with the twist of his waist, he bounced the gun out again, which was a method that would save the enemy.

At the same time, Hua Zhenzhen really pressed up, and waved the long sword in his hand, bringing up a sparse airflow, and the change in the sword, leading but not triggering, was the first style of the Qingfeng Thirteen Style--- Qingfeng Xu Lai.

"There seems to be nothing, it seems to be real and virtual, it seems to have not changed, like an antelope hanging its horns, there is no trace to be found" This is the essence of Qingfeng Thirteen Style, the sword shadow flickered, and He Yunmeng's first snake energy was involved in it and turned invisible.

This somewhat shy and timid beautiful girl, her attainments in the Qingfeng Thirteen Style, are not below Gao Yanan at all.

This Qingfeng Thirteen Styles is the deepest swordsmanship in Huashan, before returning to the mountain, Gao Yanan only practiced the nine styles, and the remaining four styles were practiced only after returning to the mountain, but the practice does not mean that it can be used in actual combat, He Yunmeng is just the best feeding object.

He Yunmeng's long whip was collected as soon as it was fired, and in his left hand, he already held a jade sword with a sword body as white as jade and cold as ice.

"Ice Soul Cold Lightsaber"

This is an ice sword made of cold jade, the cold of the sword body hits people, just take it out, and the cold air emitted immediately makes the temperature in the field drop suddenly, and He Yunmeng's sword style is round, like a nebula transforming, and there is no way to change.

"Flower Shifting Palace-Nebula Sword Technique"

This is a terrifying swordsmanship based on the fundamental purpose of hiding the blade and killing with one hit, in the original work of "Peerless Shuangjiao", Hua Wujian once used it to fight against Yan Nantian's divine sword.

Using Ming Yugong to trigger the Ice Spirit Cold Light Sword, the cold aura exuded from the sword body almost condensed a person's breath, and He Yunmeng's Taiyin True Qi Force Field, with the assistance of this Cold Jade Sword, was twice as powerful.

The wind is invisible, but the person who controls the wind has to face the influence of the wind, Hua Zhenzhen just swung the second sword, but the petite body had to retreat.

It's so cold!

Even if you use internal strength to protect your body, the kind of cold that pierces the bone marrow will still deform the movements, and the moves that you often think of in your heart will be affected by this cold when you use them and change your direction.

With swords, especially exquisite swordsmanship, the emphasis is on the difference between a thousand miles, and the Qingfeng Thirteen Styles cannot get out of such a category, under the influence of Taiyin True Aura, Hua Zhenzhen's swordsmanship has completely lost its threat.

At the same time, it was Gao Yanan, who had the most actual combat experience among the three, Ji Yanran and Hua Zhenzhen bought her a moment, so that she could gather momentum to make a move, and the sword qi was agitated, forming a layer of true qi barrier in front of her.

With just a few kung fu moves, she already has enough understanding of He Yunmeng's fighting style.

He Yunmeng and Gan Mingzhu, Mengyuan, Su Ying and others have completely different fighting styles, Mengyuan's combat is fast and explosive, Su Ying is good at long-range, drugs and changes, Gan Mingzhu is good at controlling the field, and the realm is extremely high, but He Yunmeng has a weird and changeable fighting style, which can be done from far and near.

The martial arts of the Huashan faction are mainly swordsmanship, supplemented by palm techniques, and to put it bluntly, they are mainly based on close combat. This is also the main fighting style of most martial arts characters, so if you want to fight someone like He Yunmeng, you must fight in close combat, even if melee combat is also He Yunmeng's strength.

Of course, because of the existence of such a strange effect as the Taiyin aura and the coiling snake qi bomb, even if the cultivation is similar, it is impossible to defeat He Yunmeng one-on-one, which requires the cooperation of many people, and now with three enemies and one, it is precisely such a condition.

What Gao Yanan did was to build a wall in front of the other two, forcibly blocking the influence of the Taiyin aura for them, and Ji Yanran, who had already recovered her anger, grabbed it again, and the gun danced pear blossoms, and she burst into flames again and again.

Under the containment of the two, Hua Zhenzhen finally had a chance to attack, she hid behind the two from time to time, with a claw in her left hand and a sword in her right hand, her body was like a weeping willow in the wind.

Under the cooperation of the three of them, they withstood the pressure, not only changed the previous time when they were about to collapse, but also achieved both defense and attack.

"That's pretty much it."

A smile appeared on the corner of He Yunmeng's mouth, martial arts is like this, as long as it is a step higher, it gives people the feeling that it is boundlessly high. The fighting methods of each person in this team were formulated by Meng Yuan after duels with many grandmasters, and the only limitation at present is the lack of time. When Ji Yanran, Bai Qi, Su Ying and others all grew up. The strength of the Phantom Squad is almost just around the corner.

Eight soft ropes shot out from his sleeves, He Yunmeng held a sword in each hand, and the eight soft ropes were intertwined into a net, covering almost half of the field, which was a soft red spider rope made of ice silk. Although she only has two hands, she feels like she has given birth to seven or eight arms, and even her own movements have become more and more sluggish.

The pressure increased little by little, especially Gao Yanan, who needed to face the pressure head-on, with the loss of internal force, he was already sweating through his clothes, but the sweat condensed into ice, and even his face was covered with a layer of frost.

At this moment, Gao Yanan really felt that pressure again, the kind of oppression where his life and death hung by a thread.

has the same feeling, as well as Hua Zhenzhen and Ji Yanran, when Gao Yanan began to be unable to withstand the pressure, the two of them had to share a part of it equally, just like the two ends of the scale, when the pressure they faced increased, the pressure they put on He Yunmeng naturally decreased a little bit.

Twenty moves, fifty moves, one hundred moves, as He Yunmeng took a step further, Gao Yanan snorted, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

The wind howled, and the cold swept in like an ice prison, rolling up the three of them together and throwing them out.

"Eight points of strength, one hundred and twenty-eight moves, very good."

He Yunmeng smiled slightly, put away the double swords in his hands, and fed each of the three of them a small bottle of elixir.

This kind of battle, which is like crushing a camel with straw, can temper people the most, and in the past few days, the cooperation between the three has become more and more tacit, and the time of support under her hands has become longer and longer, from less than three moves, to today's more than 100 moves, just a month.

"Vice Master He."

A petite woman, less than three feet tall, rose and fell, and when she arrived in front of the three, it was the red ant among the ant thieves.

"What's the matter?"

"Yes, there has been a significant increase in the number of people in the rivers and lakes near Huashan recently, and some of them have already clashed with our people."

"You know what they're here for."

"I heard that it is for the treasure map of Huashan Lunjian and Shen Tianjun's treasure." Red Ant Road.

"Well, where have they been?"

"We've reached the bottom of the mountain."

"Excellent." He Yunmeng smiled, smiling sweetly.

Mengyuan and his group of five people walked all the way along the excavated mountain road, and the mountain wind blew, and there were bursts of blades intersecting and shouting and scolding, showing that someone was fighting. Guo Dalu was curious and ran towards the noise, Yan Qi was not at ease, and also followed.

"They are so calculating, Huashan is talking about swords, hehe, they just made my Huashan into a miasma." There was a faint golden light flashing in Bai Qi's eyes, and a faint murderous aura was revealed.

"What are they doing?"

Everyone took two steps and bypassed the col in front of them, and saw thirty or forty people each holding a sword, and the fight was very lively.

"You five phoenix swords, just these two times, also come to participate in this Huashan sword debate, or roll down the mountain for me."

"Where are you Wushan faction so clever, but it's just a group of local chickens and dogs."

"Since it is Huashan on the sword, it is natural to compete for the sword."

"Come on, come on, stay with those who win, and get out of here if you lose."

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"This is Huashan on the sword?"

Meng Yuan, Bai Qi and the others watched these people do it, then glanced at each other and laughed together.

In the eyes of Meng Yuan and others, these people are extremely mediocre under their hands, not to mention Meng Yuan, white and a little red, that is, they are much inferior to Guo Dalu and Yan Qi. Just looking at the dozens of rounds that have been fought, only a few people have seen blood on their bodies, and none of them have died, you know that this is almost a farce.

As for Guo Dalu, who arrived first, Yan Qi was already smiling so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist.

When those people saw Guo Dalu and others laughing, they were very angry, and shouted: "I'm waiting here to compete, but you are smirking next to you, I really don't know whether to live or die, quickly kowtow to me and admit your mistakes, otherwise you will leave your life." ”

"Dalu, you and Yanzi have solved them, we still have to go up the mountain, we don't have time to watch them mess around here." Bai Qi commanded.

"Well, my fist is already hungry." Guo Dalu shouted, and rushed forward with his fists.

"Kill this kid."

Those people shouted, each with a sword rushed over, the first big knife had not yet fallen, and was punched in the face by Guo Dalu, like opening a dyeing workshop, and various colors bloomed together. The other wanted to go up to help, but he was tripped by Yan Qi's leg on a rope, and a dog came to eat, and his mouth was full of mud.

Guo Dalu's fists rose and fell, his fists reached the flesh, only to see the fist shadow flying, the screams of pain did not stop, Yan Qi picked up the missing in the back, and successively put down a few people who wanted to start behind the back, the two of them were like tigers entering the flock, that is, there was a chaotic sound of ping-pong, and a piece fell on the ground, one by one, with a blue nose and swollen face, as if Bajie descended to earth.

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