Carrying a gun on his shoulder with one hand, and gently dusting off the gray-white footprints on his chest that were kicked out by Xiao Yun with the other, Ye Tianlong squinted at Xiao Yun and Murong Qingcheng, who were holding him left and right, and looked at the footprints on his chest, his momentum slowly rose.

It seems that the cooperation between Xiao Yun and Murong Qingcheng has also forced him to move seriously.

With the previous lesson, Xiao Yun and Murong Qingcheng just exchanged a look with each other, and then changed their combat strategy.

Xiao Yun held the sword and circled Ye Tianlong in close quarters, while Murong Qingcheng carried out long-range strikes to interfere with Ye Tianlong. This kind of distance and proximity just makes up for Murong Qingcheng's poor use of weapons, and gives full play to Xiao Yun's strong advantages.

However, even so, the two of them still failed to hurt Ye Tianlong, so they could only take advantage of his unpreparedness to make him suffer a small loss.

"Houwu Eightfold Realm. Ye Tianlong squinted at Murong Qingcheng, lightly said her strength level, and casually looked at Xiao Yun who was holding the sword, and said contemptuously, "Houwu is a heavy realm." ”

In this way, he can casually ignore the magic weapon that Murong Qingcheng wears to hide his strength, and see through Murong Qingcheng's true strength at a glance, this "Spear Saint" Ye Tianlong's soul power cultivation is really not the same level as Xiao Yun.

"You kid from the Houwu Heavy Realm can actually run to this palace, should I say that you are lucky, or is it unlucky?" Carrying a spear, Ye Tianlong slowly approached Xiao Yun as if he were strolling normally.

He knew the combat strategy of Xiao Yun and Murong Qingcheng, but he still chose to fight Xiao Yun in close combat.

Xiao Yun knew that of course it was not that he was stupid, but that he had absolute strength and absolute self-confidence.

Ye Tianlong believed in himself, believed that he could ignore Murong Qingcheng's distant attack, and believed that he could take down Xiao Yun in a short period of time.

Having said that, Ye Tianlong, who is in the Pulse Realm, is also worthy of this confidence.

Holding the sword in front of him, Xiao Yun was trembling at this time, to be honest, when he faced Ye Tianlong, he was completely at a loss in his heart. Anyway, Xiao Yun had also come into contact with many strong people before and after, but only the Spear Saint in front of him gave him a dangerous aura.

This aura is undisguised and sharp.

Hiss~

When Xiao Yun was distracted, Ye Tianlong actually made a lightning move. Xiao Yun hadn't even seen how the spear had been stabbed out, and the tip of the spear had already driven straight into his arms.

Before he had time to think about it, he flipped his right hand, and the blade of the sword in his hand rotated ninety degrees, just blocking the sharp tip of the spear with the blade. The spear on the tip of the spear was like a flower, blooming, and the long sword in his hand trembled constantly, making a sound of mosquitoes.

The tip of the spear was pointed on the blade of the sword, and after making a dinging sound, it was quickly withdrawn by Ye Tianlong. I saw that Ye Tianlong didn't look behind him, and the spear swept, just scattering the palm power of Murong Qingcheng's sneak attack.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xiao Yun hurriedly rushed in, but with a roar, the spear drew an arc in the air, and in less than a breath, it was set up in front of Ye Tianlong again, blocking Xiao Yun's careful sword.

Ding Ding Ding.

The tip of the spear intersected with the longsword, emitting a series of crisp sounds.

Bell, bell, bell.

Every swing of the spear just broke up Murong Qingcheng's palm power.

Ye Tianlong's spear was so brilliant that it was like his arm. Every time Murong Qingcheng caught the opportunity, it was excellent, but he saw through it and cracked it. Even if Xiao Yun attacked one after another with one sword and seven styles, plus Murong Qingcheng saw the opportunity to sneak attack outside, he still couldn't hurt Ye Tianlong in the slightest.

It seems that it is really as Ye Tianlong said before, Xiao Yun and the others were able to get lucky to hit Ye Tianlong before, but it was really Ye Tianlong's carelessness.

With a spear, the dance is impenetrable, no matter how fast Xiao Yun's sword is, it is always picked off by the tip of the spear. The arc of the spear tip left a series of silver-white tails of light in the air, and these rays of light intertwined with each other, forming a giant network of light that protected Ye Tianlong in it.

The name of "Gun Saint" is indeed well deserved.

You must know that Ye Tianlong at this time did not use his extraordinary cultivation in the Tongmai Realm, but simply used marksmanship to deal with Xiao Yun. Even so, with one enemy and two enemies, he still has the upper hand, and the border spear saint is not a vain.

"The name of the 'Gun Saint' really lives up to its name. The blow was fruitless, Xiao Yun took five steps back and praised sincerely. He was not only praising Ye Tianlong's strength, but also praising Ye Tianlong's open-mindedness and bearing in not suppressing with strength, but winning with marksmanship.

It can be seen that this spear saint is also arrogant.

Looking at Xiao Yun coldly, although Ye Tianlong didn't speak, his cold gaze was more intimidating than any intimidation.

However, since Xiao Yun saw that Ye Tianlong disdained to use the strength of the Tongmai Realm, he naturally would not let go of this opportunity: "The kid has a set of swordsmanship, and he also asks the Spear Saint to teach one or two." ”

Speaking of this, Xiao Yun actually hugged his fists and bowed down, making enough of the etiquette, as if this was not a life-and-death battle, but an ordinary martial arts competition.

Murong Qingcheng on the side looked at Xiao Yun dressed in black suspiciously, and the palm he lifted did not rush out.

Boom.

Unexpectedly, Ye Tianlong actually pulled down the spear on his shoulder, and then slammed it on the ground with force, making an explosion. In that way, it is clear that Xiao Yun wants to let the horse come, you have swordsmanship, I have marksmanship!

Laughing, Xiao Yun's heart moved, and he raised his sword and rushed over.

The swordsmanship he said was naturally still the "Seven Swordsmanship", but the previous one sword and seven styles were completely useless to Ye Tianlong, so his swordsmanship at this time referred to the second weight of the Seven Swordsmanship-Sword Heart Psychic.

Since the last time he comprehended the Sword Heart Psychic Realm, Xiao Yun had not used this second sword technique in actual combat, and when he met Ye Tianlong's excellent marksmanship today, he naturally wanted to divide the superiority.

However, although Ye Tianlong underestimated Xiao Yun, it did not mean that he would be absent-minded during the battle. Holding the spear in his hand, he saw Xiao Yun stabbing with his sword, but he didn't move. As long as he has a spear in his hand, he will not move. As long as the spear is in hand, his heart is like water.

But the next moment, there was a ripple in Ye Tianlong's water-like heart, and his hand holding the gun was clenched tightly for the first time.

After the sword heart channeled, Xiao Yun only felt that he and the sword in his hand had reached the realm of spiritual communication, although he could not achieve a complete integration, but just like Ye Tianlong before, the sword at this time was like his Xiao Yun's hand, doing whatever he wanted.

There is a saying called "handy", and this is probably what the sword looks like at this time.

In Ye Tianlong's eyes, Xiao Yun, who rushed over, was constantly changing his sword style, one sword and seven styles, teasing, splitting, stabbing, and slashing...... The seven styles switch irregularly, and there is no jerky feeling between the transformations, which is the change that the sword heart psychic brought to Xiao Yun's swordsmanship.

One sword with seven styles, seven styles with one sword.

In the face of the ever-changing sword moves, Ye Tianlong, who is known for his marksmanship, couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, not knowing how to defend himself.

And Xiao Yun's soul power has been locking on to Ye Tianlong, and when he saw his dull gaze, he suddenly got up, seized the opportunity, and stabbed out with a sword.

"Hmm. With a light snort, the long sword actually penetrated Ye Tianlong's left shoulder, and a pillar of blood rushed out.

"Ahh Murong Qingcheng on the side lightly covered her apricot mouth and exclaimed, she didn't expect that under this sword, Ye Tianlong didn't dodge, no, it's not nothing, it's too late.

Clang.

After the sword, Ye Tianlong finally turned around, gritted his teeth, flipped the spear in his hand, and struck the blade of the sword above his left shoulder with a bang.

With a click, the sword was cut off.

Xiao Yun hurriedly retreated, only to hear Ye Tianlong say coldly: "Good swordsmanship!