Looking back at the person named Xiaowu, Fu Yunge twisted his neck, and the horizontal sword swayed a cold light, ready to fight.

The two sides fought, suddenly, and it was about to break out.

The scimitar opened a cold front of a crescent moon and greeted the face of Yun Ge. The howling wind flew backwards against the blade, fast and unstoppable, like thunder.

Fu Yunge peeked coldly, and at the same time instructed Tu Yu behind him to step back.

In the blink of an eye, the scimitar had arrived, and Fu Yunge's long-brewing true qi instantly burst out from the end of the sword, and the sharp edge hooked the arc of the scimitar, and spun at a height of no more than two inches above his head.

Tu Yu was taken aback and hurriedly hid behind. Fortunately, Xiaowu's attention was not on her, and with a temptation, his mind was all on this boy who was similar to him.

Fu Yunge's wrist turned, and the blade and blade were entangled in the air, making a clanging collision sound.

In an instant, he saw that Xiaowu arched his body, as if he was about to rush towards him, he swirled vigorously, flicked his wrist to that side, and slashed back towards Xiaowu.

The scimitar hovering at high speed was like a bright moon, and when Xiaowu saw the weapon flying, he immediately stood on tiptoe and jumped up.

At mid-air, he stepped on the flying scimitar at the same time, his body spun deftly, and he already grasped the handle of the scimitar.

In another moment, with the help of the falling momentum, he slashed down at Fu Yunge.

"Good!" When Fu Yunge saw his smooth flow, he couldn't help but praise softly.

Seeing that he was about to kill, Fu Yunge was in the same boat with his sword palm, and the secrets of his long-standing internal strength were all transformed into refined experiences at this moment.

Suddenly, the true qi of the sea of qi was mobilized, half of it was put into the sword, and half of it was condensed in the palm of the hand. It was really airy, and his sleeves gradually bulged, like a wind tunnel whistling.

Do whatever he wants, he takes advantage of the infusion of true qi, the sword dances like flying, and his eyes fall at the same time as the night mist!

In an instant, at a speed that was difficult for others to see, there was already a series of violent collisions in the air, as crisp as a ring legato, and at the same time, clusters of blue light and blue lightning flashed, crackling endlessly.

The footsteps of the two flickered forward and backward, each with its own merits. In the end, the two stopped at the same time, shaped like dead wood.

Through the staggered gaps of swords, Xiaowu stared at Fu Yunge's pupils. There is a reflection of oneself in it, and it also reflects a rare sense of heartiness, wantonly.

Fu Yunge took a breath, he didn't plan to end it like this.

Suddenly, the palm wind that had been pressed for a long time rose, and I saw him holding a sword in one hand, steady as a saga, and waiting for an opportunity to move with the other, and pushed forward!

The night mist changed color coldly, but quickly made a judgment.

In an instant, I saw him pull out one hand, and his five fingers were attached to the true qi, igniting a burst of gray mist.

At the same time, Fu Yunge's palm was already pressing. He immediately pushed his palm forward, but his five fingers trembled deftly, like plucking strings.

In an instant, the two competed, each shocked.

Xiaowu's fingers touched Fu Yunge's palm, but instead of breaking the hard, he took agile fingering, and in a series of movements of plucking and twisting, he simply dissolved a lot of the true qi in Fu Yunge's palm.

Fu Yunge flipped his palm at the same time, and Xiaowu followed casually. In a square inch of space, the martial arts fight between the two is very thrilling. If you are not careful, you will also be killed.

Finally, the two of them changed their moves again and again, and they were close to exhaustion. Fu Yunge and Xiaowu were transported at the same time, and a fierce hedge air flow was emitted from the sword, pushing each other several feet away.

Tu Yu stood not far away, watching the battle between the two, and his palms were already soaked.

She believes that Fu Yunge will definitely be able to win.

And the two people in the center of her gaze looked at each other coldly at the moment, but they admired each other.

"Pipa finger, so smooth, your martial arts are not bad." Fu Yunge glanced at his reddened palm, raised his head and said.

Xiaowu put his hands behind his back, and he also curled up his joints a few times, still with a faint pain, which was the result of hard connection with Fu Yunge's true qi.

"You're not bad, aren't you, I didn't expect it." He raised his head and said lightly.

Fu Yunge glanced not far away, and found that the foolish hairpin and the seniors were nowhere to be found, and it seemed that they had hit somewhere else.

The sound of fighting in my ears flickered far and near, and I couldn't tell where it was. He didn't think much about it anymore and concentrated on the battle situation in front of him.

"Then, go ahead and ask for advice." He opened his blade and took a shallow breath.

Xiaowu also put on a posture and prepared for the second round of life-and-death battles.

"For the sake of my lordship, please stay here and spare your life."

At the other end, some distance away from Fu Yunge and them, the foolish hairpin and the wolf dust smoke had already hit the field on the side of Lanyun Pavilion.

Not far away is the mountain cliff, which is the most suitable place for a decisive battle. The lights in the distance were like bubbles.

In between, they'll be able to let go of the fight!

They don't speak to each other, and they have been going back and forth for dozens of rounds.

The fool's moves are better than ever, and the poisonous gas still lingers. Although he lost an arm, he was still brave.

The same is true of wolf dust, the angry look occupies his eyebrows, and the power that completely bursts out is domineering and unprovoked. The moves of the two split the rocks and cut through the ground, and the yellow dust overflowed, unstoppable!

The extension of the night made the two more and more frenzied they fought. The power of the wolf's sword is heavier than a thousand jun, and every time the knife falls, it causes a tremor on the ground.

The foolish hairpin is assisted by medicinal power, and the flying of the evil sword is even more crazy. Feizhong's figure is like a bat gliding, and the angle of each move is extremely strange, like bloody fangs.

"Black Rain Swordsman, die!" He screamed strangely, and his sanity seemed to be gradually being eaten away.

Wolf Chenyan's eyes locked on his whereabouts, and the sword wind flew like an endless tide, locking life in all directions.