The swordsman boy secretly praised when he heard this, the young man is not simple, this sycophant is natural and appropriate!

"Princess Anyang, I don't know why you're blocking my way?"

"Please beat someone."

"Who?"

"Him."

The young man looked at Zhao Yun and said with a wry smile: "I have no grievances with him, it's not good." ”

"If you don't beat him, I'll beat you."

"......Forehead" The young man was speechless, glanced at the hairy bear in Princess Anyang's hand, and said helplessly: "Lu Ziming in Xiaoyaojin, dare to ask Brother Taigao's surname?" ”

"Changshan Zhao Yun, I was fortunate to see Brother Lu fighting the four-horned snapping turtle alone, the subtlety of the swordsmanship is amazing, and I hope to give you advice."

"If that's the case, then it's offended."

Lu Ziming's hair reached his neck, scattered but not messy, quite stylish. His temperament is very close to the white-clothed swordsman in Zhao Yun's imagination, his face is warm, chic and uninhibited, and his eyes are full of invincibility.

The curling is not clear at the bottom, and the young man has a poetic name.

The swordsman should be like this, quiet as a virgin, moving like thunder!

Almost at the same moment, the two of them shot at the same time, the spear and the three-foot Qingfeng connected, causing a circle of ripples, just this move, Zhao Yun felt an invisible pressure, several times stronger than the flame man who also held the sword!

Lu Ziming no longer left his hand after a move, the sword dance was breezy, calm and elegant, but it was as powerful as a bamboo, unlike the flame man, Lu Ziming's sword momentum was subtle and introverted, and he did not see the edge, but it was more condensed, and he was overwhelmed.

Fighting against Zhao Yun, he always felt like a man on his back, danger was everywhere, and he was at a disadvantage from the second move, passively responding to the move, unable to be free, and always suppressed.

"I have a sword to break the panic, where in the world is not free!" Lu Ziming chanted a short song lightly, the long sword wandered like a snake, and there were no fancy sword moves, but it was a sword and a sword to seal his throat, and he could always point at the gap or weakness of Zhao Yun's moves.

Suddenly, Zhao Yun thought of Xiao Bucai and Gao Jin in the ring at that time, and when facing Gao Shun, this was probably the case.

"Brush, brush!" After a few swords, Zhao Yun was torn out of three cuts, all of which were at critical points, if it wasn't for the other party's hand, he would probably have been seriously injured or even killed.

Zhao Yun never thought that someone under the martial arts sect could put so much pressure on him.

"The sword is broken in a panic and begging for a free time, good sword!" From Lu Ziming's recitation, Zhao Yun expected that he should have reached the state of mind and asked the heart of martial arts, so he had a good mind and a sword at will.

"If the sword is strong, you don't panic, and if the gun is hard, you can be at ease!"

People and gall together, gall and guns together, guns and potential, potential and heart, and then ambush, ambition thousands of miles!

Zhao Yun fought and realized, every cut on his body was like shame, but he was not arrogant, he became stronger if he was not strong enough!

"Broken!" As soon as he thought deeply, Zhao Yun's gun was like a dragon, and the body of the gun came out straight, but it was a circle of phantoms, which collided with the sword and the bell, and it was equal for the first time.

"Brother Zhao's comprehension, it should be the most I have ever seen, it seems that the land of Changshan is really not simple!" Lu Ziming didn't expect that Zhao Yun would be able to break his sword momentum oppression in such a short period of time, you must know that even those Tianjiao were few who could break his momentum.

That's right, the reason why Zhao Yun has been defeated is that he is inferior to others and has been suppressed, if he doubts himself because of this, so he panics, then he will be pressed more and more miserably, until he collapses!

"Brother Lu, how about we have a good fight?"

Hearing Zhao Yun's words, Princess Anyang hated that iron could not become steel, and said politely: "Where did you get your confidence?" Think it's great to break his sword oppression? Tell you, he just used thirty percent of his strength! ”

Lu Ziming was also puzzled, and said: "Brother Zhao, the road of cultivation is long, so there is no need to rush for a while. ”

Zhao Yun shook his head, didn't explain too much, looked at Princess Anyang and said, "If I win this battle, how about you fulfill your promise and call my brother?" ”

An Yang snorted coldly, "Okay, if you can be undefeated, you will be my brother in the future!" ”

"Don't break your promise this time."

"Never!"

"Okay, then it's decided, Brother Lu, please don't keep your hands, life and death are at will!"

"If so, then it is offended!"

"Brush!" Zhao Yun's spear flicked sideways, his black hair was windless and automatic, handsome and a mess, at this moment, he, with

It seems to be a little different before, but I can't say that it is different.

"Sword Dance!"

"Gunslinger!"

The two of them shot at the same time, Lu Ziming was just a simple straight stab, but it was a fierce sword qi that stirred up the wind and waves, the white clothes fluttered and fluttered, a sword broke through the air, the sword momentum condensed at one point, and a piercing sound penetrated.

A little cold came first, and then the gun came out like a dragon, Zhao Yun's gun was one, without the slightest accident and fear, it was also a flat shot straight forward, exploding a sound explosion, the tip of the gun and the tip of the sword were opposite, splashing out colorful fire!

"Happy, Brother Lu, let go of the fight completely!"

"Haha, Brother Zhao, I'll come too!"

Seeing the truth in one move, Lu Ziming felt Zhao Yun's transformation, although he didn't know how he did it, but it really made him feel the pressure, and that sentence, completely let go of the fight, which inspired the arrogance of the swordsman, how many years, he Lu Ziming, how could he have fought happily!

The two of them first came to a few times in a simple and rough manner, and they were all evenly matched, and then the real battle began.

"Brother Zhao, be careful, my set of Gujin fans is inherited from the Henggu era, and the sword is maze, and I am not convinced!"

"Brother Lu, you should also be careful, my set of Wuxiang Sutra comes from a demon monk who is not very serious, I can't do it, I can't accept it!"

After the verbal contest between the two, the true trick was revealed, Lu Ziming was as he said, there was a trickle of water in the sword qi, and where he passed, the fog was thick, Gu Jin was still there, and he did not see the boat coming, only the sword could be measured.

Gujin Fandu is indeed from an even more ancient era, and it is the most advanced kendo technique in Xiaoyaojin, even if Lu Ziming has only practiced the beginning, he still crowns the younger generation.

In Zhao Yun's mind, the golden light of the scriptures flowed freely, and with its Buddha's will, he helped Wuxiang, and the spear in his hand was like a dream bubble, paving a trestle bridge in the flowing water.

You are in the fog, there is no shadow to be found, I am invisible, and I am foggy in the fog.

The false move was broken, the guns and swords collided again, and the eyes of the two also collided together, and each other was a little more dignified and serious.

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

No more nonsense, no more hands, guns and swords kept colliding, the two were shrouded in fireworks and smoke, only to see the figures staggered, you come and go, no one can help anyone.

"Lu Ziming, if you don't make a real move, don't blame me for being rude!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Princess Anyang directly threatened, she didn't want to have multiple brothers out of thin air.

"Really?" Before Zhao Yun could understand what the real move was, he suddenly heard a sword groan, and Lu Ziming's sword suddenly became sharp, sharp and aggressive, which was very different from before.

"Bang!" In this collision, Zhao Yun completely lost the upper hand, and even the people with guns were repelled for dozens of meters.

"Brother Zhao, I'm sorry!" Lu Ziming was approaching, before anyone arrived, the sword light went first, and the dazzling light contained a piercing sword qi, and his strength had climbed too much compared to before!

"That's enough fun, Fu Fang Gong!" Zhao Yun licked the corners of his mouth, rushed forward with a kick, Fu Fang Gong was opened, and the fusion and promotion were completed in an instant, and the black gun in his hand suddenly became 20,000 jin as if he had a heart-to-heart connection, and with the strongest blow, he tore through the sword momentum, suppressed and deformed the long sword, and repelled Lu Ziming for the first time.

"Awesome!" After being repulsed, Lu Ziming was not angry, but his fighting spirit rose, and with a wave of his hand, the blade of the long sword was foggy. One turned around, and the blade of the sword spilled out several sword qis, and the tip of the sword followed, all in one go, and the speed was extremely fast.

Zhao Yun jumped up and lit out ten spear flowers in an instant, crushing the sword qi and shaking Lu Ziming at the same time, not knowing where to stab.

"Gujin is lost, I don't know where!" Lu Ziming became more and more frightened, and finally used an image of Gujin Confusion, the sword was out of chaos, I don't know where the death came from, it was obviously a frontal sword, but I felt that there was danger on the left and right behind my head, I don't know if it was a loss of senses, or a hidden crisis.

"It's a little interesting...... "The bear girl Anyang bit an unknown fruit, looked at the sword with interest, and nodded half a thumbs up for Lu Ziming's talent.

"The sword doesn't know where, don't you know where you are!" After a very short judgment, Zhao Yun didn't think much about it, since there is danger everywhere, then we will all end up, I don't know where your sword comes from, but you are always in front!