Looking at the air again, the three-foot long sword and the two-inch short dagger dragon are fighting, and it is difficult to distinguish.

The long sword in Wu Qiufang's hand was as bright as silver, and he was too deflated, and he was full of grievances and let the young man turn defense into offense. He just threw out a few wrist flowers, and the sword shadow loomed everywhere, and it seemed to be diffuse.

As soon as the long sword slammed into the short dagger that was chasing from the oblique thorn, it burst out with a deafening sword roar, startling the gulls and herons.

There are also air waves with the sound, the more urgent the long sword attack, the more intense the air waves, and the gusts of air waves hit the thatched hut, which actually made the people in the house feel a little bit of the thatched hut is about to be broken by the autumn wind.

Wu Qiufang has been painting talismans and practicing swords for more than ten years, and all he has learned is superior exercises. Although he is a little ignorant of the world on weekdays, he is far from being dull and clumsy, and he sees that the Taoist is unwilling to help, and he also understands that he is determined to test his learned skills. In addition, the little boy has always been obedient to the words of the Taoist, and he did not dare to slack off for half a point, as soon as he figured out this truth, he became more and more warlike, and spared no effort in his hands.

On the edge of the lake moistened by the smoke and fog, Wu Qiufang seemed to gradually occupy the upper hand in the fighting method.

And the short dagger was stuck in a desperate predicament, so he had to fight to the death, and the piercing speed was a few points faster.

In other words, ordinary people can only see a lightning-fast black shadow shuttling through the air with the naked eye.

But it's just a short dagger, but he can't help Qiufang, as the offensive and defensive momentum is getting better, he doesn't put the short blade in his eyes for a long time. At this moment, the Taoist in the hut seemed to have some thoughts and discoveries, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Break it!" ”

When Qiu Fang heard this, a burst of joy welled up in his heart, and the tone of the listener was at least seven or eight points satisfied with his performance just now. The young man had this joy as a foundation, and hurriedly pursued the victory, and while answering aloud, he slammed the tip of his left index finger on the long sword, and in the blink of an eye, the cyan light on the sword body overflowed.

With a half-smug look, he clenched the bright and glaring sword, and slashed straight forward, slashing towards the dagger.

This time, the blades intersected, and there was no expected loud noise, but instead there was a moment of silence - the moment the long sword touched the dagger, the wind disappeared, and the blue light of the sword body was swallowed up by the night out of thin air, and there was no shadow left.

With the sudden disappearance of the long sword, the short dagger was still stabbed forward without any obstacles, but the corners of Qiu Fang's mouth hung a wisp of victory, and the right hand he swung forward suddenly froze, and then his wrist was broken, killing a horse pistol. I saw that his thin body was slightly sideways, and the light in his hand was suddenly full of brilliance, and the blue long sword that disappeared was "resurrected" in his hand.

But this sword has become a sword of death.

The long sword still slashed towards the short dagger that had no time to turn around and defend, and suddenly embedded straight through the end of the short dagger, and between the lightning and flint, a loud sound pierced through the mountains and forests, and even carried a little wail. Look at the short dagger, which was split by the boy from the hilt of the sword, and when he landed the sword, he broke it in two, and fell straight into the lake.

The short dagger has been broken, Wu Qiufang stands against the water, the jade young man has a long posture, the long sword in his hand is shining, he stares at the eyes like two black orbs, gritted his teeth, staring intently at the dense forest, waiting for the troublemaker behind him to appear.

At this moment, the mountains and forests are so quiet that it is suffocating, and Wu Qiufang and his master and uncle are all quietly watching the changes, waiting for something to come.

Who's coming? Is it a human or a ghost? The young man couldn't stop muttering in his heart, he was confused about tonight's sneak attack, he had obviously grown in the mountains for sixteen years, not to mention who had been offended, but he hadn't even seen two people. It's really nerve-wracking to think that when I was about to go down the mountain, I hit a knife in the back and stabbed without saying anything.

"Show up." The Taoist suddenly shouted, dragging Wu Qiufang back to reality from his thousands of thoughts. He suddenly saw a burst of light rise in the dense forest, a black shadow wrestling with a chick made of white light.

The chicks soared from the dense forest, swooped down in mid-air, and their brilliant feathers were quickly turned and ripped off. Although the chick was not large, the beak of a bird was narrow and sharp, and if it was a beak, it was more like a short sword, and it was going straight to the shadow.

The black shadow's body moved to the left, narrowly avoiding the sprint of the chicks, and then he put his hands together, and silently recited something in his mouth, and a golden bell fell from the sky, and suddenly the chicks were caught in the bell and could not move. Through the dazzling giant bell, you can vaguely see it, but in the blink of an eye, the chicks disappear.

Wu Qiufang was shocked in his heart, this is the spirit bird talisman drawn by the master, although it is an introductory talisman of the talisman technique, it is mostly used to probe the enemy, compared to other enemy-breaking talismans, the combat effectiveness is only a small thing.

But saying a thousand ways and ten thousand, this spirit bird is also from the hands of Taoists, and it is almost impossible for ordinary people to break it with one move. Wu Qiufang is not well-informed, and he doesn't know how many masters in this world can be compared with his master, the only thing that is clear is that he can't think of this method of defeating the enemy with one move, even if he is exhausted.

Zhou Zong, who was beside the Taoist, was also shocked, and narrowed his eyes and said: "Brahma Zhongtian is sealed, a person in the Buddhist sect?" Did they get involved? Zhou Zong said, turned his head to look at the Taoist, his face was full of doubts and puzzles.

The Taoist still looked serious, and said coldly: "Those bald heads don't dare to be so bold, the last time this person went into the mountain to fight with me, he used the skills of the Sword Sect. ”

"Sword Sect? The garbage in Hou Mountain? Zhou Zong's tone rose a lot, and even the expression on his face was a little distorted.

"Is it up to them to go up the mountain to find death?" The Taoist also changed his elegant appearance, and said in a voice that seemed to be squeezed out of his nose, and his disdain was unobstructed.

"Then what sect does this person come from, as far as you can see?" Zhou Zong's brows were tightly locked, above the thick soil under the emperor, the Xiuzhen sect was dotted, even if there were overlaps and similarities with each other, but the doors were always different, the Buddha was the Buddha, the Tao was the Tao, the demon was the demon, and the demon was the demon. Even if he has been in the world for decades, the theory of Buddhism and Taoism is unheard of, and today this man in black knows both, so he has no clue what his true identity is.

"Do you think he knows sorcery?" The Taoist suddenly asked sideways, his eyes bright and clear, as sharp as an eagle's falcon.

"That's a demon?" Zhou Zong also answered with questions, and the words of the Taoist chief were a bit tricky, which made him a little irritable.

Hearing this, the Taoist turned around, continued to stare at the black shadow, shook his head slightly, and said eloquently: "Saying that a Buddha is a Buddha, saying that a demon is a demon, and saying that it is also a Tao." ”

The Taoist can always grasp the life of his head disciple when he speaks, and his words are unfathomable, mysterious and mysterious, which makes Zhou Zong even more angry, so he has to flick his sleeves and stop talking nonsense with him.

The shadow suddenly fell into the middle of the water, standing firmly, the soles of his feet still a foot away from the surface of the lake, but the strong wind that had brought it with it set up some waves.

Seeing the black shadow's method of catching the bird just now, Wu Qiufang did not dare to slack off at all, and was on guard as if he was facing a great enemy, every drop of blood in his body boiled, and he was ready to gather momentum for the next moment of sword and soldier succession.

The boy carefully examined every inch of the shadow. As the name suggests, the face and body of the black shadow are shrouded in a black mist, Ren Wu Qiufang's eyes widened and he couldn't see the cheeks behind the black mist, and even his body shape could only be seen five or six points clearly, only knowing that the person who came was not high, and his body bones were a little thin, if it weren't for the black fog wrapped around his body, it was estimated that he would be an inconspicuous existence in the crowd.

Seeing Wu Qiufang so vigilant, the black shadow was not in a hurry to make a move, only to hear a childish but cold female voice coming from behind the black fog: "The Tao is weak, let you strike first." ”

The voice of the black shadow is a little immature, presumably not far from Qiu Fang's age. But this tone was extremely old, as if he had been cultivating for one hundred and eighty years, and he didn't even take Wu Qiufang in his eyes at all. The young man had never seen a few masters, let alone a real woman, but he felt that the black shadow was profound and his mana was boundless, which made his heart sink, and the hand holding the sword was clenched tighter, and a few drops of sweat oozed from his palm.

But the brothers on the side had mixed feelings in their hearts.

One is a Taoist who has walked in the dust for half his life, and has seen countless blood under the sword in Fuli, he has always recognized the strength of his disciple, and he should have disdained the wild words of the black shadow, but he has indeed never seen anyone who has mastered the skills of Buddhism and Taoism so flexibly, not to mention that this black shadow is haunted, I am afraid that it is the art of the demon path, and he is rarely a little apprehensive in his heart.

Another Zhou Zong, who has been in the world for dozens of spring and autumn periods, is a lot more optimistic, how can he not know the truth that there are people outside the sky, but today he has seen the skills of this master and nephew, he already knows in his heart, the voice of this black shadow sounds childish, and his age should not be very old, even if he meets a master who can win the autumn boat, if he fights the law, it is unknown who wins and who loses, who dares to assert rashly.

"No, Master said, 'Those who know others are wise, and those who know themselves are wise; The winner is powerful, and the self-winner is strong', even if I can't beat you, I'm not afraid of you, you make a move. Wu Qiufang walked on the surface of the lake, pointed his sword forward, and replied without humility or arrogance.

"Okay." The voice of the black shadow was extremely cold, and it suddenly rose a few feet high, and in the blink of an eye, it was like water, scattered in the moonlight, and disappeared without a trace.

The young man had never seen such a formation, and when he saw that this person had disappeared out of thin air, he was shocked, and he didn't know how to deal with it for a while, so he stood in place at a loss.

Losing the opportunity, Wu Qiufang could only respond passively. In the night, bursts of misty air rose up, shuttling through the air quickly, unpredictable.

The young man frowned, worry crawling all over his brows, he wanted to use the sword, but he didn't know how to do it.

When it was too late, a black shadow suddenly launched a cold arrow, which fell from mid-air and shot towards the center of the young man's eyebrows. The young man was startled, and hurriedly swung his sword to meet him, but before the tip of the sword touched the black shadow, the black shadow dissipated again.

But the fierce battle of a thousand shots does not allow the young man to relax, the black shadow in front of him disappeared, and a black shadow protruded in the back, and then stabbed at his vest, smelling the fierce killing intent behind him, and it was too late to turn back to the side, the young man directly stretched out his right hand, making a wrist flower, and the long sword was turned horizontally, guarding the vest portal.

There seemed to be a soul hidden in the sword, and as soon as the black shadow hit the sword body, there was a sword sound mixed with a bit of sadness, and the blue light on the sword flickered, as if the muscles and bones were injured by the black shadow. Even Wu Qiufang was shaken back by the residual strength of the black shadow's impact by two or three steps, and between one attack and one defense, a judgment was made on which one was stronger and which was weaker.

The young man was terrified, the enemy's few moves almost made him powerless to fight back, and in a short time, he would inevitably lie down. Thinking of this, the anxiety is even worse, and the flaws are revealed again in a trance.

Fortunately, the black shadow had no intention of killing the killer for the time being, and he didn't chase and fight hard, but after a pause, he suddenly muttered with great interest: "Your defeat is decided." ”

When the words fell, the black shadow changed again, splitting into nearly ten black shadows, attacking from all directions, facing the embattled situation, Wu Qiufang swallowed his saliva, sank the center of gravity of his body, and prepared to fight his way out of the encirclement.

"Why are you standing stupidly, forcing her to show up!" Zhou Zong on the side shouted, quite hating iron and steel. And the Taoist has already made a sword finger in his hand, ready to rescue him at any time.

Although Wu Qiufang's actual combat experience is almost none, but fortunately, he has a smart mind, and after listening to a few words from his uncle, he suddenly realized. Geng immediately sorted out his thoughts, glared at the black shadow fiercely, and then plunged his index finger straight into the water, thinking that this lake water has accompanied him for so many years, and has already become his best friend.

Thinking of this, the young man had an idea, inserted his index finger backhand into the cold lake water and quickly drew a few lines, outlining the shape of the sword, and shouted again: "Sword Qianfu, get up!" ”