Fu Menglong, a legend of the rivers and lakes, although she is a woman, she is competitive all her life, and the founder of the Three Gangs of Changhe. Rising in the waters of the long river, he worked hard when he was young, fell into the root of the disease, and his legs and feet were numb and inconvenient to move on every windy day. The three adopted sons have a deep relationship with her, and they seek medical treatment everywhere to find a cure. Finally found the aromatic jade pendant of the herb workshop, I heard that it has a miraculous effect, and there are many benefits to wearing it for women for a long time. The three of them rushed to Bafang City to get it, and finally got it.

It's just that I didn't expect that blessings and misfortunes would depend on each other. When a man sits at home, evil comes from heaven. The black-faced man ruthlessly slaughtered, destroyed the foundation of the three gangs of Changhe, and even took down Fu Menglong's head in front of the three dragons today.

Tianlong, fell to the ground.

"Ahhhh!!h There was only howling, no tears, like the saddest beast, and tears could not be shed. There was endless pain and hatred in this howl, and finally turned into a furious roar: "Lao Tzu wants your life!!" The two of them spewed anger in their eyes, and they got up angrily and were about to rush forward.

"Stop me!!" Someone grabbed them, they struggled twice and didn't break free, and when they looked back, it was Xiang Xiaolong. "What are you doing! Let me go! I want to avenge the boss!"

Xiang Xiaolong didn't let go, his eyes were red and bleeding, and his fingers were about to pinch into the flesh of the two, but he also roared: "Don't go! Now you can only add to the chaos, we're too far behind!!" He slapped himself in pain, and then gritted his teeth and said: "Wait, wait for the opportunity, wait for the opportunity to give him a ruthless blow!" Now, you can only rely on Yang Qi!"

In front of the eyes of the three of them, Yang Qi and the black-faced man were already fighting together. The pace of the fight is too fast. So much so that the three of them couldn't keep up. Not to mention intervening to help.

"This-" Xiang Xiaolong glared at Fang Hailong. looked at the two people not far away, picked up his fist and slammed it on his chest, grabbed Wen Hanlong and ran outside: "Yes, go first, you can only go first!"

Wen Hanlong was pulled away by the two, struggled to raise his hand and stretched out to the battlefield, and shouted with all his strength: "Yang Qi!!You must win!!"

The wind was howling and the sky was dark. Pale lightning flashed from time to time, accompanied by thunderbolts slashing in all directions. In a flash of lightning, Yang Qi and the black-faced man fought to a frenzy. Yang Qi knew that it was not the wisest way to fight hard now, Fu Menglong was the dream dragon king, the pinnacle of the king, but he was instantly killed by strange means, and the horror of the black-faced man on the opposite side could be seen.

However, reason is reason, but the infinite anger that exploded in the chest did not allow people to retreat half a step. Wen Hanlong's shout broke through the wind. It was like adding a handful of oil to this flame, making Yang Qi's eyes shoot a cold light.

Bang. Click, thunder and lightning dance. In the electric light, the figures of the two flashed around. The black-faced man held a sword in his hand, and his swift stabbing stabs lit up again and again like his sword light, dangerous and deadly, fleeting. At the same time, Yang Qi held a dead stick in his hand, and the stick wind was howling, deeper than this wind.

"You and I each get half of the sword chapter, then let you see the stunt of the previous generation of sword god Xie Xiaofeng's thirteen swords!" The sword in the hands of the black-faced man is ever-changing, strange and unpredictable, the sword path is fluctuating, one move in the east and one style in the west, and the sword kills. Yang Qi didn't answer him, and the dead stick in his hand played a stick shadow, but every blow was a swordsmanship, which was the snow blowing sword technique of Ximen Blowing Snow.

It is a bit nondescript to use a stick to make swordsmanship, but Yang Qi's face is cold, and the power of a jet-black stick in his hand is really good. The Blowing Snow Sword Technique is the most transcendent sword technique among all the swordsmanship that Yang Qi has obtained so far. This kind of swordsmanship is not as lethal as the thirteen swords, and it is not as domineering as the flying immortals outside the sky, but it is a supreme and pure swordsmanship.

The colder a person is, the colder his heart is, and the colder his feelings, the more he can exert the power of this swordsmanship.

Yang Qi's spirit is highly concentrated, his five senses are comprehensively improved, and the light skills under his feet are even more improved to the limit. Yang Qi gave his special light skill a name, called "Frequency Conversion Explosion". Under the point-burst footwork, large clouds of smoke and dust flew up on the ground from time to time, and the person had already swam up like a streamer, catching up with the figure of the black-faced man.

Whoosh, in this frantic storm, the battle between the two is like an action movie cut by a non-mainstream director, and the moment the lightning strikes again and again, it is a film that is intermittently broadcast, so fast that people are dazzled, so fast that people can't see clearly.

Hmm, the dead stick in Yang Qi's hand was like an abyssal dragon coming out of a hole, and it instantly collided with the tip of the black-faced man's sword. Boom, in the dull sound, a ring of invisible air exploded where the sword and stick collided. The black-faced man took two steps back to eliminate his remaining strength, and opposite him, Yang Qi did not retreat a single step, and the long stick in his hand was straight and as steady as Mount Tai.

"Huh?" The black-faced man snorted after glancing at the dead stick in surprise: "I didn't expect that I underestimated you and would play such a little trick!"

"Little tricks? With this little trick, I'm not afraid of you. Yang Qi put the stick on his elbow and gently held the long stick, which danced like a spiritual snake, making it impossible to figure out when he would make a move. At the same time, Yang Qi stepped forward: "You have no talent in swordsmanship, with your half-baked swordsmanship, don't be ashamed!"

Boom, the foot exploded, and Yang Qi rushed up again. The black-faced man couldn't help but snort angrily, and once again raised his sword and fought with Yang Qi.

But as the fight dragged on, the surprise in the black-faced people's hearts grew stronger. From Bafang City to now, it has been less than twenty days, but the young man in front of him has changed dramatically. The most intuitive change is skill, the last time I saw him, he was just 20 years old, and he was a complete rookie, but now - it's approaching 30 years! This change is amazing!

Variable frequency ignition explosions can be used more frequently, and Yang Qi's conventional combat ability and endurance have been improved linearly. At the same time, in the ever-changing fight, Yang Qi became more and more focused and concentrated, and the expression on his face changed from cold to empty. His mind unconsciously entered that empty realm again. The black-faced man only felt that the more he fought, the more uncomfortable he became, the more awkward he became, every move and every style seemed to be seen through and predicted, and the thirteen swords that killed him in one hand could not exert seventy percent of the power.

"You!" the black-faced man suddenly said angrily, "You actually secretly learned swordsmanship in battle!"

This time, Yang Qi didn't answer him again, and stabbed him in the waist mercilessly with the dead stick in his hand. If it weren't for the black-faced man's extraordinary light work, he would instantly unload his strength. This time it definitely ruptured his liver and spleen. In Yang Qi's mind. Infinite sword light flickered. Every time you fight with a black-faced man. Every time I was injured or wounded, the shadow of the sword in my mind would increase. The originally black and vast spiritual space was rapidly enriched, and one after another sword marks were engraved in the void, making Yang Qi's understanding of the Thirteen Swords of Death higher and higher.

Bang, after a split second of hand-to-hand, the black-faced man flew backwards, and his footsteps stepped on the ground several times before he stabilized. The wind is blowing. The black clothes on his chest turned into flying flotsam, dissipating into the wind, leaving a hole the size of a bowl. Just now, Yang Qi broke through his sword circle with a stick and stabbed him in the chest with the sound of wind and thunder. Although the stick was immediately dodged, the strong wind still shattered the clothes.

"Strange, really strange!" the black-faced man looked Yang Qi up and down, his eyes narrowing behind the mask. How is this possible? Did you crack my swordsmanship in the battle and then counter it? Although I didn't succeed in my swordsmanship in a hurry, there were flaws, which increased the possibility of being seen through, just like Fu Menglong just now, he saw through the weakness in the sword moves, forcing him to use real kung fu. But there is a world of difference between seeing through and grasping weaknesses and this kind of complete cracking!

Look at the rivers and lakes. The one who has this ability is just Yan Taixu alone. However, Yan was too weak and weak to practice martial arts for the rest of his life. and has no grudges with various forces, so everyone acquiesced to his existence. Respect him, respect him, and never touch him.

But this is not the case at all! he is young and strong, full of potential, mysterious and strange, and far from the limit. If he is allowed to grow up, the consequences will be unimaginable! Therefore, for the sake of today's plan, he can either hide his identity and turn around and leave, or seize the opportunity to kill him on the spot, and there is no other better choice.

"Your swordsmanship is full of flaws, and it can be seen that you have never learned swordsmanship. Yang Qi's expression was cold, his long hair fluttering in the wind, and his expression was calm and almost stupid. Compared with the moment of anger just now, Yang Qi is even more frightening now. He raised his stick and pointed at the black-faced man: "Do you think I'm a big problem? Now you can either turn around and leave immediately, or kill me here, there is no third better way." ”

The black-faced man seemed to hesitate for a moment when he heard this, and then he stepped a little bit, and the whole person rushed into the palm grove behind him. Yang Qi stepped on his feet, and the explosion was used, and the person had already chased after him. In the direction he was heading, the Celestial Dragon was still strengthening from the ground, like a terrifying monster, screaming one after another.

It was dark, and Yang Qi dodged and chased into the woods. But when he entered the woods, he stood still and looked around with a faint gaze. The shadows of the trees were forested, and there were no figures, but Yang Qi said lightly: "If you think you can hide your identity, or you can get rid of my tracking in this desert, you can escape." ”

"Escape?" The voice of the black-faced man sounded in the scattered shadows: "No need to escape. That woman was as confident as you were just now, but now she's dead. I really didn't practice the Thirteen Swords at home, because I didn't practice them much. There are not only thirteen life-killing swords in the sword chapter, but also a swordsmanship, and I have a lot of experience. ”

Then there is only Ye Gucheng's Flying Immortals. However, Yang Qi, the flying immortal outside the sky, can only get half of the article, and the black-faced man can only get half of it, what can he achieve?

However, in the next moment, Yang Qi's pupils suddenly shrank, the hairs in his throat stood up, and the whole person leaned back at the extreme speed of the new tactic. After falling on his back, Yang Qi saw a black flash of light, flying at the height of his throat at an extremely high speed. It's so fast that people can't even see the human form clearly!

"Is this—?" Yang Qi felt that there was a dangerous aura in all directions.

"Please advise, I fuse the newly created trick of the Flying Immortals outside the sky - the lifeless killing array!"

The sword intent is cold, and the killing power is amazing. Hum, countless black shadows, from countless directions, killed Yang Qi. At this moment, it was as if many black-faced people were attacking Yang Qi at the same time, and this forest was murderous in an instant.

Yang Qi's cold face raised his eyebrows, and the light in his eyes skyrocketed--it's now!

Yang Qi suddenly grabbed the death stick and broke it hard, and with a click, he actually broke a death stick more than two meters long into two halves. Holding a piece in one hand, Yang Qi stood in place, and suddenly swung countless heavy blows around. As if three heads and six arms had grown all of a sudden, Yang Qi stood still with his feet, and the dead stick in his hand waved like a phantom.

Ding Ding Ding Ding The sound of the blades colliding was as fast as if they were in unison. The black shadow flew by, turning back and forth, many times faster than in the woods of the dock of Bafang City. But the ghostly light in Yang Qi's eyes sprayed, and let it wind blow from all directions, and I didn't move. On the body, arms, thighs, and cheeks, blood splattered one after another in the whoosh sound, but these blood cuts were not deep.

Those blood beads gushed out, and then they actually flowed back again, back into Yang Qi's body!

"What kind of monster are you?!" the black-faced man shouted from all directions, as if countless people were shouting at the same time. But Yang Qi suddenly took a step after holding on for a long time. In a moment of lightning, Yang Qi slammed his fist into the void with absolute confidence - let you still chatter when you fight, I don't know if Lao Tzu's ears are good!

The picture seemed to freeze, Yang Qi's right fist hit the black-faced man's face, and the black-faced man's neck was thrown back by this punch and lost his balance. The next moment, with a whoosh, the black-faced man flew out, slammed into the trunk of a tree, and then slipped down and fell to the ground on his knees.

He covered his face with one hand, and there was a clatter, a clatter, a crack of cracks spreading out of the strange mask. With a bang, the masks around the forehead and eye sockets were torn and peeled off, revealing one eye.

It was the eyes of a viper. Not only is it creepy to describe it, but even the shape is exactly the same -- it is a reptile-like vertical pupil eye! Anyone who sees this eye will feel cold in their hearts, afraid of the indifference and viciousness in that pupil.

But Yang Qi looked directly at that eye without fear, and his dignified momentum crushed the past: "Your swordsmanship is very bad." Show your true skills, or you'll die today!"

"Hmph, hehe, hahaha!" The black-faced man suddenly laughed, laughing wildly, and he slowly got up: "Do you know why I never let out my true qi? Because the moment my true qi is released, no one can live anymore!"

He raised his hand, and then waved it slightly-

Dangerous! Extremely dangerous! There seems to be a neurite in the brain that beats, emitting a piercing alarm signal. Yang Qi instinctively moved two steps to the side, and then he saw that the big tree that was originally standing behind him suddenly snapped apart. The canopy and trunk of the tree flew up in the wind, and they were swept into the fall of the dragon not far away. And Yang Qi touched the corner of his forehead, and a strand of hair broke off. Almost, it's not just the hair that breaks.

I didn't see it, I didn't see anything! Yang Qi was very sure that he had not slackened and was always on guard against the enemy's tricks. But while he was so engrossed on his guard, he still saw nothing! no fluctuations, no sounds, no light or shadow. The black-faced man waved his hand like this, and then the tree broke!

"Hahahaha! Die for me!" the black-faced man waved his arm again, and an invisible killing machine burst out. Click, click, all the surrounding trees were broken in an instant, Yang Qi's sweat and hairs exploded, and the crisis was coming!

At this moment, a scream flew from a distance. The black-faced man's arm paused suddenly, and something was stuck in his hand. At the same time, Yang Qi saw a person in his spare eye. It was a man in a black cloak, flashing like a phantom in the woods. The speed of coming is so fast, just looking at this light skill is by no means a weak person. From the fight between the two to the confrontation between the three, the atmosphere in the woods suddenly became strange.

"It's the second time. The cloaked man spoke, and his voice was good.

This sentence has no beginning or end, I don't know what it means, but Yang Qi suddenly smiled, as if he was relieved. He clenched his fist and shook his shoulder, then rushed at the black-faced man. At the same time, the black-cloaked man and the phantom rushed forward, looking like they were going to attack the black-faced man with Yang Qi. The black-faced man shouted angrily, waving his hands together, but his right arm suddenly slammed. There was a leaf stuck in his right arm, and with a click, the cold air was permeating the leaf, and in this arid and desolate desert, there was solid ice!

"Yes, it's the second time!" Yang Qi clawed and grabbed the black-faced man with the sound of wind and thunder: "You really like to save me - Princess Shifting Flowers!" (To be continued......)

PS: Today's national examination results are out, what is the situation of the pros in the same exam?