Chapter 50: You Don't Even Want to Call Me the Village Chief!

"Then the problem is," Ren Qiong's tone was low and slight, and at the same time, the wind and dust between heaven and earth were boundless, quietly spreading and spreading, "How can the fat tiger be virtuous, with such a treasure?" And he can entrust a seven-trick exquisite heart to the future, and he won't let the Gray Snake group get any advantage when he dies, but he carries such a precious fragment with him, if it weren't for our help, I'm afraid it would have been given to the Gray Snake for nothing. ”

"I'm curious, too." Li Er bowed slightly, and one hand landed on the hilt of the sword.

"So......" they looked at each other.

Suddenly—

"Zheng!"

The sword is bright and shines in all directions!

"Boom!"

The wind and sand are flying, sweeping the eight wildernesses!

They tacitly cooperated and worked together to involve the space of several zhang and dozens of zhang in radius!

There is sword energy like silk, cutting all things.

There is also a breeze into a charm, and the sand and dust are arrays, imprisoning the Quartet.

They fought hand in hand, and they worked together exquisitely.

"Get out of here!"

It's a chorus of voices!

They can't tolerate the murderous machine, and there are people who are playing tricks under their noses.

Moreover, there are three points to be afraid of.

Who is it?

Touched their side, maybe even followed them all the way, playing with them in applause?

The sword light roared, and the wind raged, smearing the world.

Suddenly, a coughing sound sounded, coming from a large tree swept by the sword light of the wind and sand.

A slightly clumsy figure jumped out of thin air, like a slippery ground mouse, changing its body with strange and indescribable means, avoiding the sword light like mountains and seas, and avoiding the pervasive wind and dust.

"Oops!"

"Stop fighting, don't fight!"

The voice of the vicissitudes of life and old age, with a little charm of disrespect for the old.

"My old man is such an old bone, but I can't stand such a toss from you two young people......"

When he said this, he seemed to be very jealous of the two young people and wanted to value harmony.

"It turned out to be an old man."

Ren Qiong's eyes flashed, the breeze eased, Li Er's sword light shrank, and the mountains and seas were gone.

"I thought it was a rat that popped up somewhere."

"Haha...... It's all a misunderstanding. The rickety old man with a tiger mask said, "It's good that the misunderstanding is solved." ”

"Yes, yes, yes......" Ren Qiong said continuously, and the tail note was elongated.

Suddenly!

"Buzz!"

Li Er's body was scattered, bursting into a handful of dust, flying in the air.

At the same time, just behind the old man, Li Er stepped out again, slashed out with a sword, a mighty, bleak and snowy sword intent sprayed, there was a desolate and dead silence that was frozen for thousands of miles, and the world was silent, and in this vast world, a dawn light sprayed thin, as if it was illuminating thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, sweeping in all directions!

"Whew!"

The sand and dust changed, disguised as Li Er at night, Ming Xiu plank road darkened Chen Cang, played a perfectly coordinated Ren Qiong, followed by the killing, the wind was fierce, the lightning and thunder roared, even better than before!

They attacked one after the other, attacking on both sides, wanting to suppress the sneaky old man on the spot and eliminate the hidden danger.

But something amazing happened!

Even though the two of them were both first-class geniuses in the world in their respective fields, they lost here!

"You two young people, don't talk about martial arts, come to deceive, come to sneak attack and sneak attack me, a ninety-nine-year-old man......"

The rickety old man suddenly straightened his body, with two arms, one forward and one backward.

His fingers are like claws, like tiger claws, and when he curls up, a bloody atmosphere emerges, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood precipitating!

The tiger's claw tore apart, the heavens and the earth were like a curtain, torn and twisted by such a claw, the strings of the faint space seemed to be tightened, and there were signs of breaking!

"Dang!"

A tiger's claw slapped on the long sword struck by a piece of skylight, ignoring all kinds of sword artistic conceptions, directly hitting the body, and the claws and swords struck each other, making a loud noise, like two pieces of immortal gold hitting together, and the eardrum of the person could be penetrated.

"Boom!"

The other tiger claw, against the trend in the wind, suddenly let go, and in a trance, it seemed that the strings that were tight in space rebounded, and the sound of cracking silk burst out, and all the wind, dust, thunder and light were naturally dispersed!

"What a supernatural power! What hard claws! Li Er flew upside down, he couldn't hold the Qingyuan Sword anymore, the sword light was like a rainbow, and it collapsed into the sky.

"What's your name?"

"Black Tiger digs out the heart, how?!" The rickety old man with the tiger mask laughed, "Young man, your swordsmanship is good, but now that you don't have a sword, what else can you do?" ”

"Old man, I'll teach you a reason today, don't shout and kill at every turn, it's too reckless and naïve!"

"One day, someone finds a flaw, and ten lives are death!"

He decided in a flash of thought to teach Li Er a deep lesson.

As for Ren Qiong...... This kid is too shrewd, seeing that the situation is not good, he is only exporting remotely, which is too much!

With a light drink, he was about to pounce on him.

However......

Li Er didn't have half the anxiety of recalling the Qingyuan Sword that didn't know where it was flying, but instead pulled out a sword weapon from his sleeve with both hands!

Twin Sword Flow Sword Cultivation, Participate!

The old man was stunned for a moment.

"Old man, I also want to teach you a truth - times have changed!"

Li Er said very seriously, he held a crimson sword in his left hand, the fire was faint, steaming hot, as if he wanted to turn the space within a radius of ten zhang into dog days.

In his right hand, he held an ice blue long sword, which was cold, and there was a kind of coldness and coldness that froze the world.

"My sword cultivation is not a serious sword cultivation, and I don't have the idea of the only sword in my life."

Li Er's swords were staggered, ice and fire were entangled, hot and cold, making the old man's tiger claw feel faintly painful.

In terms of attacking and killing, cutting and destroying, the two swords of ice and fire are not as good as Qingyuan, it is pure as one, and there are not so many bells and whistles.

But when ice and fire alternate, melting and freezing, there is something subtle.

The rickety old man is not advancing at this moment, nor is he retreating—because at this time, Ren Qiong has already come up with the Qingyuan Sword!

The long sword slashed across the sky, but it was blocked by the breeze and fell into his hand.

Ren Qiong looked at this sword, and after groaning slightly, he brushed the thousands of scales and feathers on the sword's body, and the sharpness of thousands of tempers faintly pointed to a certain place on the old man's body, making him feel a chill in his heart.

That's the lifeline of his exercises!

His pair of claw skills can be described as amazing and indestructible, but people's mental strength is limited, and if he achieves this place, the other will inevitably become a shortcoming.

At this moment, Ren Qiong actually saw through something, pointing directly at his most vulnerable part!

The scene fell silent.

Until a certain moment, Ren Qiong broke the frozen atmosphere, he did not get unforgiving, but instead set up steps so that everyone could walk down together.

"How about the truce? There is no need for us to see life and death. ”

Ren Qiong stepped back three positions, weakening the threat by a few points, and then Li Er and the old man both adjusted their own positions, easing the tense atmosphere.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Zhang San, and his name is Li Er...... I don't know the elderly, the name of the family? ”

Ren Qiong asked with a smile.

"Me? If you don't change your name, you don't change your surname, the old man is a black-hearted tiger! The old man said heroically.

"Ho...... Ho ......" The fat tiger lying on the ground exhaled hard, as if he could jump up at any time, spraying the "black-hearted tiger" with a spit on his face.

That's bigger than the resentment against the other two bastards!

No way.

Ren Qiong and Li Er are certainly not human, and they put him on the fire to roast, but the posture on the surface is still in place, this one is called big brother, and that one is called brother!

And what about the "Black-Hearted Tiger"?

Call the big nephew!

can make up a Hujia Village, but he is not even willing to give him the position of village head!