Cao Ru misses a blow, so he has to go up again.

For all swordsmen who are good at flying swords, distance is one of the most basic things they must realize when they get started, and it needs to be proven and honed in countless battles after that. The legends and stories of those sword immortals who took people's heads thousands of miles away certainly represent the dreams of every swordsman, but in fact, they are also extremely vivid depictions of the sword immortals' thirst for distance engraved in their bones.

If possible, it is natural to keep a distance within the maximum range of capacity, and the farther the better. To a certain extent, the distance of the shot and the level of grasp of the distance represent the combat power of a sword immortal.

Therefore, in a courtyard with a radius of only a few zhang, only a few steps to face each other, this distance is extremely unfavorable for the flying sword, and if you miss a blow, it is easy to lose the opportunity, so that you are dragged into an extremely unfavorable situation such as close combat by the opponent.

Yu Haoxin turned around and stretched out his hand to stop Cao Ru, and turned his head to look at Han Yuanbin on the other side.

The eyes are burning, although there are no words, the meaning is self-evident.

"I don't make a move." Han Yuanbin glanced at the Cangli sword that fell at his feet, and was not in a hurry to bend down to pick it up. just shook his head at the two of them, and said with a sneering tone, "Just when I have a good relationship with the young owner." But I still advise the young owner to calm down and stop struggling meaninglessly, after all, the one who knows the times is Junjie. ”

There are many people in this world who don't die without the heart of the Yellow River, and don't cry when they don't see the coffin, two guys who don't know the height of the sky, no matter how good they are, but after all, they only have the realm of four grades, and they are not like a grasshopper shaking a tree to Zhao Ying, and they can't do anything.

Yu Hao's new robe sleeves rolled up.

A small, inky sword leaped out of its sleeve.

Mo Lin, Yu Hao's new natal flying sword.

Zhao Ying'an sat on the stone bench, raised his eyes and glanced at it, and then stopped looking at it.

The sword is a good sword, although it is not as good as the Cangli sword with the blessing of the laws of heaven and earth, but the speed and sharpness alone are also remarkable, quite extraordinary. It's just that after all, Yu Hao's new cultivation is still a little lower, with the qualifications of this young owner, if he is given more than 20 years, and his luck is good enough, it is possible for this young owner to touch the threshold of Yuanying and get a glimpse of the scenery on the mountain.

It's just that at this moment, with the ability of the young owner, it is really difficult to think of hurting himself in the slightest.

One black and one green, two rays of light staggered into the air. The buzzing sound is endless.

Just when there was still more than a foot away from Zhao Ying's front door, the two flying swords suddenly separated, and the "Liuying" faced each other head-on, but Mo Lin went around to the side like a ghost to find an opportunity to cut in. The two of them cooperate very well with their swords, and they are not in a hurry or impatient. Whether it is the means of sword control or the determination of the sword heart, any one of them is a leader among the younger generation. Even in the face of an invincible opponent, each attack of the two flying swords showed strong confidence and killing intent.

However, the gap between the fourth and seventh grades is too big, and just with strong will and superb control, it can't make up for the huge gap in strength. Zhao Ying didn't even have the slightest intention of getting up, a folding fan in his hand waved left and right, like chasing the annoying mosquitoes and flies that suddenly appeared beside him on a summer afternoon.

Han Yuanbin, who watched coldly, concentrated on the teacup in his hand, watching the tea leaves brewed by boiling water keep rising and falling. He had no interest in the battle that had already been predestined for a long time, and only glanced up at the situation on the field by occasionally and unintentionally.

Although he is usually in cahoots with Zhao Yingxin, Han Yuanbin has never looked down on this vulgar fat man. It's just a matter of liking women, Zhao Ying, an old thing, doesn't know why he has to get along with scholars, obviously he hasn't read a few books, but he has to put on a Confucian style everywhere, that is, he has learned a lot of even those sour and rotten gases, which is very eye-catching.

These don't say for the time being, just look at the trick at the moment, if you change to a handsome young man, you will naturally move freely and chicly, and the end is like an immortal who makes people envious, but now a fat ball is dancing there with a short hand, and he has to take a few breaths at every turn, but how funny it is.

It's ridiculous to sell dog meat on the head of a sheep, but you don't know it.

Yu Cao and the two of them looked solemn, the two flying swords made them more and more sharp, the sound of breaking the wind in the courtyard was loud, and the aura continued to condense and quickly dissipate in front of the flying sword, as if building an unimpeded avenue, allowing the two flying swords to travel through it at a very fast speed, leaving only a trail of afterimage that was difficult to find with the naked eye behind. It's just that no matter how drizzling the two flying swords were, there was no trace, but they couldn't find any flaws, and before they could get close, they were sent away by the fat man waving his hand at will, and they didn't even touch the fan.

Zhao Ying is as steady as a mountain, only defending and not attacking, occasionally releasing a few angry gases, taking advantage of Cao Ru's jumping and dodging, the two colored eyes only patrol around the important places on Cao Ru's body, while praising and praising them, they are full of foul language and comments.

"This thin waist twists, ouch, this leg. Mmmm, this position is so good that you have to swing it when you turn around and put it on the bed. ”

"Jump, jump again, the two little white rabbits are white, white, jumping is so cute."

"No, it's the White Rabbit."

“……”

Cao Ru glared angrily at each other and gritted his teeth. "Flowing fireflies" and the master of the heart of the heart, but also cheer up the spirit, attack more and more hard, a yellow and green afterimage reflected in the dusk night, really like the sky flying fireflies, very gorgeous.

Zhao Ying laughed, turned around and dodged the inky black sword, jumped off the stone bench, but closed the fan with one hand, then grasped the fan handle with both hands, turned his wrist and knocked down hard, and in the turbulent flow of sword qi that was erratic and difficult to know, he struck directly on the sword body of "Liuying".

The yellow-green flying sword fell to the ground with a trembling roar. I bounced twice on the ground, but I couldn't fly.

Cao Ru's face turned white for a moment, and he forced himself to swallow a mouthful of blood. looked at Zhao Ying's eyes without the slightest fear, and the battle intent in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

"The young owner can't fight, is it possible that his own woman can't fight?" Zhao Ying made a bitter face, frowned and said, "Ah, it really hit you, it hurts in my heart." Wait for me to rub it well. ”

Between the words, he took a few steps forward, and with a lewd smile on his face, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Cao Ru, who was mentally exhausted.

Yu Hao's newly rescued flying sword was entangled by Zhao Ying's wind, and in a hurry, he took a step forward and protected Cao Ru with his body.

At this moment, Zhao Ying's seemingly wilted and casual grasp was actually a few points faster than the speed before the two flying swords, and the terrifying strength of the seven-rank cultivator was displayed unreservedly in this courtyard for the first time, and the coercion was so coerced that the turbulence of the spiritual energy oppressed everyone's breath.

Seeing the fat hand that passed through the night and through the moonlight broke through the air, Cao Ru's face did not have the slightest timidity, and the little starlight in her eyes burned suddenly and violently, as if it was about to burn out the palm that blocked her gaze and all possible obstacles. Her thin and petite body trembled violently as if it could not bear it. Her face became more and more pale as snow, but her lips were more and more vivid as blood, and with a slight muffled snort, her mental power suddenly passed through the sea of qi, attracting the breath of heaven and earth, and controlling the shortsword of the flowing firefly to leap up like lightning.

Zhao Ying's pupils shrank sharply. Hurriedly retracted the outstretched hand faster than before.

A fluorescent light swept through the sky, but it was three points faster than Zhao Ying's speed of closing his hand.

Zhao Ying's face showed a solemn look for the first time, and while his body retreated, he estimated the approximate position of the flying sword with the sense of the disturbance of the spiritual power of the weather, and stepped on his feet heavily, and his fat body rose into the air, and the decisive right hand folded the fan downward.

The sharp flying sword that traveled through the night at high speed collided with the spine of the fan, splashing out a string of dazzling sparks, and even making an extremely uncomfortable sound that made people's eardrums extremely uncomfortable.

Zhao Ying looked at the refracted Liuying small sword and turned sharply, flew half a circle and stabbed straight at his face, laughed, and opened the fan with one hand to intercept the inevitable path of the flying sword.

I don't know what means Cao Ru used, but he actually raised the realm of the fourth grade to a realm, and almost broke the shackles of the sixth grade directly and jumped directly into the seventh grade. It's just that since this sword, which was carrying the power of heaven and earth spiritual power when breaking through the realm, was blocked by himself, it would be difficult to cut out such a sharp second and third sword.

Zhao Ying's figure was still in the air, and his eyes were very eager when he looked at Cao Ru.

Han Yuanbin stood up, the tea cup was still in his hand, but his face was full of shock.

The two of them naturally didn't know Cao Ru's means of suppressing the realm and sharpening the sword heart, but Cao Ru actually had the immortal technique to improve the realm in his hand. There are thousands of secret methods in this world, and the more you want to benefit, the greater the price you often pay. It's just that no matter what, this kind of technique that can improve a small realm is unheard of and unseen, and I am afraid that if it spreads, it will set off a bloody storm on the rivers and lakes. The two of them could no longer hold back their greed, and they couldn't help but arrest Cao Ru and ask him clearly.

The two did not forget to look at each other in their busy schedules, relying on the tacit understanding of many years of embarrassment, it can be regarded as finalizing the matter of distributing the spoils afterwards. Even so, they were secretly vigilant, with the intention of harming others and defending others, and quietly moved away a little distance.

As soon as Zhao Yingfu landed, he stomped his feet hard, and he wanted to bully him and grab Cao Ru.

The night was thick, no one would have thought that at this time, the silence would be broken by a sudden scream in the courtyard, the sound was not lips and teeth, but directly burst out from the depths of the throat, because I wanted to hold back but couldn't hold back, it sounded more sharp and long, like a whistling sound from the edge of the lid of a teapot when it boiled, which looked extremely strange and ugly.

Everyone looked at each other. I don't know what kind of body trick Zhao Ying used this time, he was able to pull such a fat figure out of the ground like a cannon to the sky, three feet high, and while howling, he was busy waving the folding fan in his hand around, drawing out the Dao Gangfeng to protect his whole body, which looked extremely funny and embarrassing.

When he landed on one foot, Zhao Ying looked down and couldn't help but gasp, only to see that the sole of his right foot was dripping with blood, and a huge hole ran across the sole of his foot, and through the broken bones and rotten flesh in the instep, he could directly see the dirt and gravel on the ground. The flying sword should have taken advantage of the moment of distraction at the moment of his ecstasy, and chose a position in advance by sneaking underground, waiting for the moment when his body fell before breaking through the ground. It was even more sinister when piercing the soles of the feet, stirring and stirring in a very sinister way, otherwise there would be such an exaggerated wound.

If that's the case, it's just that, I didn't expect that there were still countless small yin poisonous qi in the wound, although it was not a terrible thing, but I couldn't get rid of it at once, I could only slow down the momentum of its spread and erosion along the meridians, and at this moment, there were countless knives poking around in the wound, only to make Zhao Ying grin in pain, and his face trembled.

"Which rabbit is it!" Zhao Ying barely held back the pain and roared with a hideous face. With one foot hanging in the air, he quickly looked around, and finally locked on to the approximate position with an extremely faint fluctuation of sword qi.

A clever young man was lying on the courtyard wall, only showing his head and looking around, when he saw Zhao Ying looking over, he waved his hand very eagerly, and greeted excitedly, "It's your grandfather and me." ”

A gray cat squatted on his head, its two paws clutching its hair in a bun, and staring in all directions, looking at the world calmly.

"Jump, give me another jump for grandpa." Jiang Li put his two hands on the edge of the wall, and he just hated to free up and applaud a few times, it was really a pity in the world, "A little fat rabbit is fat, it's so cute to jump." ”

Yu Haoxin couldn't help but smile, looked back and saw Cao Rufeng's eyes wide, and quickly shut up and snickered.

Zhao Yingwei screamed, and with a wave of his right hand, a fan bone turned into a black light, shooting straight up the wall.

Jiang Li threw his hands away, only to hear the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground outside the wall, and then an exaggerated scream suddenly sounded, tearing his heart and dragging an extremely long tail note, which was three points more tragic than Zhao Ying before.

Zhao Ying also made this move, and when he was distracted, he was stabbed a few times by the lingering trace of yin qi at the wound through the veins, and stabbed a few times in several nearby acupoints, only to snot and tears hung in pain, and jumped twice holding his feet, almost howling, and hurriedly retracted his strength to suppress it first, and then thought about how to slowly remove the matter.

But I heard a rustling sound on the other side of the wall, and after a while, I saw the young man climb up the wall again, a little taller than just now, holding the gray cat in his arms, and said proudly, "Little fat rabbit, I didn't expect grandpa to find a ladder so quickly and climb up again." ”

Seeing that no one was talking, Jiang Li waved his hand at Cao Ru very enthusiastically, and shouted without any surprise, "Auntie! Hello Auntie! I'm your good nephew. ”

Cao Ru saw Yu Haoxin looking back with a strange expression, and was about to say that he grew up in the Sword Pavilion since he was a child, where did he come from, but before he could say anything, thinking about the gray cat he saw just now, he suddenly thought of something, and his face turned pale again.

yes, it scared my aunt.

Jiang Li stuck out his tongue, put the gray cat on the edge of the wall, and clumsily climbed to the wall, while shouting, "Auntie, don't be afraid, everything is fine at home, wait for our aunt and nephew to join forces, well, and that guy, don't be idle, the three of us will slaughter this fat rabbit together, and we will talk about the old days." ”

Zhao Ying couldn't figure out the roots, this time she just watched the young man unscrupulously climb over the wall, couldn't help but didn't make a rash move, and only explained one or two to Han Yuanbin with the sound of the heart lake.

Han Yuanbin carefully glanced at Zhao Ying's feet a few times, and silently moved a few steps to the base of the wall, and asked, "What is the surname of Daoyou, and where is the teacher?" ”

"Old man...... Just stop there, but don't get close and scare me. As long as you don't make a move, it's hello, I'm good, everyone. Jiang Li sat on the wall with his ass, and hugged the gray cat in his arms, seeing that Han Yuanbin was a little disapproving, and then persuaded bitterly, "If it weren't for the fact that the price of killing you was a bit big, the master wouldn't be verbose with you." When the time comes, you will die, I will lose my flesh and feel distressed, everyone will meet, why bother. ”

Han Yuanbin vaguely felt that although the young man's words sounded vain and exaggerated, his tone was firm and his demeanor was relaxed, but he seemed to be really a little sure. Although he didn't know what the hole cards were at the end of the year, thinking about the yin methods used to stab Zhao Ying, he still hesitated and stopped, his eyes only wandered between Jiang Li and Zhao Ying, and he couldn't make up his mind.

Zhao Ying endured the pain, grinning through the heart lake and howling, asking Han Yuanbin not to be stopped by the young man's words.

The boy sitting on the wall with the gray cat in his arms swayed inside the wall with his two feet, looking extremely patient.

The young swordsman and the beautiful woman exchanged glances, shocked and undecided.

It's dark.