Zhang Jiu didn't expect Qian San to be so fast, and a method taught by Zhan Qingyu flashed in his mind. This kind of kung fu is shown on the surface for the first time, and he usually practices it in the kitchen or when it is dark.

The broadsword cut off the corners of Zhang Jiu's clothes with a frightening and dangerous approach, and Zhang Jiu slid away a distance of about two zhang from Qian San again. In a battle like this with unequal strength, in addition to relying on the body method, it is also relying on hidden weapons, Zhang Jiu stretched out two chopsticks with both hands and took them in his hands from behind.

Throwing it away at the door of the frightened sword lord, and the terrifying sword lord really deserves the word terrifying wind. Seeing Zhang Jiu use chopsticks again, he immediately knocked on his broadsword and approached Zhang Jiu in an instant with a change in footwork.

Everyone was shocked, including Zhan Qingyu, the seventh-order strength of the Storm Sword Master had the strength to kill Zhang Jiu with an absolute sword. If it weren't for the first move, Zhang Jiu dodged with the Tai Chi Absolute Dance Technique, I'm afraid he would have been killed a long time ago.

However, Zhang Jiu had only comprehended one layer of this method, and he couldn't use it freely, so in a hurry, his feet slipped and he fell towards the Storm Sword Master.

"Boy, you fall down and give it to me!" Qian San sneered, and the broadsword that had no scruples swept past Zhang Jiu's neck.

Yun Ziyi and the other three girls broke out in a cold sweat, and each pushed Zhan Qingyu. Zhang Jiu is a good attendant, and he takes care of them very considerately, and he is about to catch up with his sisters.

So the three of them didn't want Zhang Jiu to be injured, let alone let Zhang Jiu die.

"Don't worry, rest assured!" Zhan Qingyu was already calm and patted Yun Ziyi's arm and said, "Zhang Jiu still has a secret weapon." ”

"Is there a secret weapon?"

"Just look at it, hehe!" Zhan Qingyu pretended to smile mysteriously, and the three girls felt a little better in their hearts and looked at the field again.

The Storm Sword Master wanted to cut off Zhang Jiu's head with a sword, and then fought the one-armed macaque next to him. But Zhang Jiu seemed to be disturbed by his sword blade, and the sword gang brought up by the Wind Sword pushed Zhang Jiu away without any pressure.

Seemingly coincidentally, out of the attack range of the Storm Sword Master, Zhang Jiu's two hands began to stretch out from behind his back. One chopstick after another was quickly thrown out of his hand, and two in a row and three in one line quickly raided Qian San.

But Qian San no longer had any scruples, Zhang Jiu's attack couldn't break through his ontological defense, and dozens of chopsticks were just tickling. Therefore, his Storm Sword approached Zhang Jiu again in a flicker of his special footwork, and with absolute might, he pointed a sword directly at Zhang Jiu's heart.

It would take two rounds to kill a third-order cultivator at the peak of the seventh-order strength, which had already made the Shocking Wind Sword Lord feel distressed. In front of cultivators all over the world, winning one move is a kind of contempt, let alone two moves.

Now what can save face is to kill this Zhang Jiu and kill the monkey next to him, so as to solve this embarrassing atmosphere.

But Zhang Jiu didn't seem to be scared this time, but had a surprise. A smile of surprise suddenly appeared on Zhang Jiu's face, not only Qian San, but even the several eighth-order cultivators present were also puzzled.

"This kid is scared silly?"

"You're going to die and still laughing?"

"Lovely third-order master. ”

The two rows of chopsticks are still attacking, and each row of three is connected together to form an almost straight trajectory. But when the chopsticks were always exhausted, Zhang Jiu grabbed the last two chopsticks and threw them out.

Then he stood still and waited for a miracle to happen, as if he had been killed by the sword qi, or was given a shape by Qian San's might.

To everyone's astonishment, the last two chopsticks galloped towards the neck of the Storm Sword Lord at a very fast speed, and there seemed to be two black shadows at the end of the chopsticks.

The Storm Sword Lord had already lost interest in Zhang Jiu, and with a single sword, he controlled his power at the third order, which could properly send the person in front of him to hell.

Therefore, when the chopsticks came to him, he didn't pay too much attention to them, but raised his left hand and easily knocked two chopsticks away. The ending was no surprise, but it was frightened by the subsequent feeling, and the last two chopsticks were flying, but the two black shadows at the end of the chopsticks were still there.

And these two black shadows flew towards his neck at a faster speed, and the peak strength of the seventh order of the Storm Sword Lord suddenly felt bad. His eyes opened at great speed, and he saw two strange things.

A small black body, two large protruding eyes, and two sharp wings on its back. This little thing can actually keep its trajectory unchanged in the frightening wind, and it seems to be at ease.

The golden cicada chased the wind, and Zhan Qingyu smiled slightly. This is what he has recently researched, and the golden cicada will use the wind to use the wind, so this little frightening wind is not a problem.

"It's not good! Golden Cicada Breaks the Wind!" Qian San saw the body of the black shadow clearly, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and the broadsword in his right hand was slammed and then retreated, and at the same time, he exerted his strength to dodge these two attacks.

Some cicadas can attack cultivators, and their wings are weapons, perhaps much sharper than ordinary weapons. Zhang Jiu took out the two golden cicadas that Zhan Qingyu gave him at the last moment, and it was this golden cicada that gave him hope of victory again.

Zhang Jiu smiled and squatted down to pick up a few chopsticks beside him, and when he raised his head, Qian San had already taken a few steps back, and the two blood marks on his neck were extremely obvious.

"You're defeated. Zhang Jiu put the chopsticks into the leather bag with his hands behind his back and said, "I have conceded"

Except for a few eighth-order cultivators, none of the cultivators saw how the Storm Sword Master Qian San was defeated, and thought that he was dazzled. But they saw two blood marks on Qian San's neck, and the blood flowed out of the wound and fell on the cold stone drop by drop.

"What's going on?"

"The Storm Sword Master is defeated?"

"How is it possible, the peak of the seventh order, the abuse and killing of the masters of the seventh order are no longer a problem. ”

"That's the case, it's all wounded in the neck. ”

"What did Zhang Jiu use?"

"I don't see it. ”

For Qian San, this was a complete accident, killing Zhang Jiu with one sword would despise him, and killing him with two swords would be extremely embarrassing. Then after two moves, Zhang Jiu injured his neck, which is no longer something that can be expressed with contempt and embarrassment, this is a shame.

The Storm Sword Master, who has been crisscrossing the Xuan Netherworld in broad daylight for decades, and has repeatedly turned danger into danger at dangerous moments, can't control the anger in his heart. Zhang Jiu is too hateful, Jiuxiao Hall is too shameless, and he hides it so deeply that his reputation in this life has reached the point of no return.

"It's all at this point, you have to die if you don't kill it. Qian San couldn't check the wound, and the broadsword took off his hand and went straight to Zhang Jiu's chest.

If it hits the Daluo Immortal, there is nothing they can do, and many righteous cultivators know at a glance that Qian San has been touched by the tiger's buttocks, and Zhang Jiu has touched the moldy head.

But who can stop such a distance and such a speed? No one can stop it, and even if someone can stop it, no one will necessarily stop it.

Zhang Jiu had just successfully counterattacked Qian San with the golden cicada and won honor for the Jiuxiao Palace, but in the blink of an eye, he was about to return to Huangquan. The instinctive consciousness made Zhang Jiu not want to die, the good time had just begun, the noble person in his life had just appeared, and he was reluctant to die.

The frightening sword came quickly, and Zhang Jiu was in a hurry, and he was ready to exchange his meager and blazing life at the cost of piercing his arms.