Above the sky, Ru Qingfeng and Zhou Zijian have fought for more than 500 rounds. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The strength of the two is very against the sky, and the speed of the fight is extremely fast, like the aurora.

Every round of the fight is like two rays of light colliding. Collided with dazzling sparks, sparks flew everywhere, and the scene was quite shocking.

Zhou Zijian is a personal disciple of a martial saint, and he has been in retreat before, and he has not been out of the customs until recently. So he still didn't know about the situation in the Dongxuan Continent, and those young talents.

It's just that he knows Yan Ruyu and has been pursuing Yan Ruyu. When he heard that Yan Ruyu had been beaten in public by a person named Bu Wuwu, he instantly burst with jealousy.

found Yan Ruyu as soon as possible and said that he wanted to help her. It was up to him to teach Bu Wuwu and avenge Yan Ruyu.

At this moment, in the fierce battle between him and Ru Qingfeng, he has always had the upper hand in the first three hundred rounds, and Ru Qingfeng has no room to fight back.

In this way, this week's self-construction is naturally even more arrogant and arrogant, threatening to win down Ru Qingfeng soon, so that Yan Ruyu does not have to worry, he can immediately deal with Bu Wuwu together.

But after he and Ru Qingfeng fought each other for three hundred rounds, Zhou Zijian was a little panicked.

He found that not only had he not been able to win the Confucian Qingfeng for a long time, but also that the advantage he had before was quietly disappearing. Unexpectedly, there was a feeling that it was no match for Confucianism.

In an instant, Zhou Zijian's whole person panicked, looking at Ru Qingfeng with disbelief on his face, unwilling to accept this scene.

He asked urgently, "Ru Qingfeng, which sect are you from, and who is Master?"

"Why haven't I heard of you before?"

Zhou Zijian didn't believe that since Ru Qingfeng had such a strong strength, he wouldn't know it.

Looking at the senior brother Ru Qingfeng, after fighting with Zhou Zijian for 500 rounds, he still had a steady breath, without showing a trace of nervousness and difficulty.

is still extraordinary, with steady hands and feet, but every time he makes a move, the power is constantly strengthening, and Zhou Zijian is being defeated and retreating, and he is out of breath at all.

Facing the other party's question, Ru Qingfeng smiled slightly, his smile was like a breeze, and he explained very calmly: "The family teacher is just an old professor and a sect of Confucianism, which is a small sect that has just been newly built, and Your Excellency will naturally not hear of it." ”

"Confucianism?"

Hearing Ru Qingfeng's answer, Zhou Zijian was really stunned, because he had indeed never heard of such a small sect.

Ru Qingfeng didn't care, the other party didn't know about Confucianism and hadn't heard of it. looked at the other party and said easily: "But in this fight, it should be Your Excellency who lost!"

Ru Qingfeng is dressed in cloth, and his whole body is full of the temperament of a scholar, elegant and indifferent.

Even at this moment, he had the upper hand, and he didn't show the pride and arrogance like Zhou Zijian just now.

But he said so calmly that Zhou Zijian lost, why didn't he show the strength and self-confidence of Ru Qingfeng.

"You say I lost?!"

Zhou Zijian heard Ru Qingfeng say that he had lost, and the expression on his face suddenly looked very ugly.

Immediately, he let out a wild laugh: "Haha...... Ru Qingfeng, I'm just praising you a little, who do you really think you are? How could I, Zhou Zijian, lose?"

"I'll let you see the real strength of my self-built Zhou!

Zhou Zijian has always been arrogant, and no one is convinced. was said by Ru Qingfeng that he lost, undoubtedly hitting the opponent's tight line, and instantly fell into a rampage.

Let out a loud shout, the battle blade in his hand shook violently, and the breath of his whole body soared again, and he danced out an overlord shot and stabbed at Ru Qingfeng.

Seeing that his strength rose again and Zhou Zijian, who stabbed him crazily, Ru Qingfeng's face was still calm, and he did not show any changes in his expression.

The attack technique in his hand did not change, he pinched the seal with both hands, and silently recited a poem in his mouth, and then threw out the paper fan in his hand to resist Zhou Zijian's battle.

Zhou Zijian was annoyed and angry, and showed all the strength in his body to defeat Ru Qingfeng. The purpose is to prove that he has not lost and will not lose.

When the eyes saw Ru Qingfeng, he threw out the paper fan, and when he wanted to use this paper fan to resist his battle, he immediately made him laugh and lose his big teeth.

looked at Ru Qingfeng sarcastically, and smiled disdainfully: "Ru Qingfeng, I think you are just pretending." You want to use a broken paper fan to block my battle that can be pierced by gold and stones?"

"Look at me, I'm going to chop this broken paper fan of yours into scraps of paper!" haha......"

Zhou Zijian smiled openly, laughed unscrupulously, and looked at the weapon thrown by Ru Qingfeng, but it was just a paper fan, and he didn't care about it at all.

There was an arrogant expression in his eyes, his arm shook, and the battle blade drew a jet-black light, and the head of the spear bloomed with a sharp metal light, which was about to pierce the flying paper fan.

Bite!

A crisp metal sound sounded, and sure enough, I saw Zhou Zijian's invincible battle, the sharp spear head, stabbing the flying paper fan.

However, to everyone's surprise, although the head of the gun was pierced by the paper fan, it was not pierced, and not even a trace of scar remained.

Click!

In the next second, there was another crisp metallic sound, like the sound of a weapon being shattered and cracked.

"The voice is coming from Zhou's self-built battlehouse!"

"Oh my God, look, there are cracks on Zhou Zijian's battleboard!"

Many people are paying attention to the battle between Ru Qingfeng and Zhou Zijian, and they can't take their eyes off and watch carefully. It soon became clear where the latter metallic sound came from.

Everyone exclaimed, and when they saw the battle in Zhou Zijian's hand, there was an extremely conspicuous crack.

The crack was like spider silk, spreading from the head of the spear to the entire body.

Click......

Immediately after, Zhou Zijian felt that the battle in his hand was like a hand, and in his unbelievable gaze, the battle battle that could be pierced by gold and stone.

At this moment, it was shattered, and it was broken into pieces of debris that fell in front of his eyes.

Zhou's self-built Divine Soldier Warrior was shocked to pieces by the paper fan of Confucian Qingfeng!

"This ...... How is this possible?"

Looking at the divine soldier in front of him, which had been broken into debris, Zhou Zijian was completely dumbfounded, and looked at the debris on the ground with a stunned expression.

Swish!

It's just that although Zhou Zijian was dumbfounded, the paper fan thrown by Ru Qingfeng did not stop there.

Still not fast or slow, flying towards Zhou Zijian, like a paper dart, emitting a white light that passed through Zhou Zijian's neck.

Click!

The next moment, Zhou Zijian felt a pain come out of his neck, and a blood mark appeared.

His eyes gradually closed, and his mouth was very weak: "I...... I'm not reconciled to die like this, I'm not reconciled......"

With a pop, Zhou Zijian's body was like a wooden stake, falling directly in place. (To be continued.) )