Helian Feng took a dragon stake, this is a very wonderful ancient martial arts method of retreat, the dragon stake is in his body, and his body moves and retreats unsatisfactorily, this is specially prepared for him to deal with sword cultivation, because in the universe cultivation realm, everyone knows the sword cultivation, and no one knows it.

Of course, he didn't think that a Splendid Earth Sword Cultivator would be able to do what kind of degree, it was just a subconscious action.

Then, with his hands on his head, he deflected his body and turned himself into a humanoid spinning top, which spun and flew out.

What he showed at the performance meeting was just basic things, how could the real stunts be taken out?

For example, this small drill wind, is his set of supernatural powers and ancient martial arts in one of the attack techniques, longitudinal back and forth, never missed, nothing is drilled, no one can stop, set attack and flexibility in one, the most suitable for dealing with opponents who are good at retreating.

As soon as the talent came out, the sword light in front of him came to his face, cutting horizontally and vertically, the small drill wind turned into a small leak, and the powerful flying sword stabbed in it, and the body's supernatural power seemed to have a tendency to collapse anytime and anywhere, and it was endless.

He didn't expect that the sword light differentiation technique of this indigenous sword cultivator was so powerful, it seemed to be no different from the supreme inheritance of the sword vein in the legend of the universe? If this is the case, how did the other Dao systems of the Splendid Continent survive?

I didn't have time to think about it, my body sank, the dragon pile was launched, and my body instantly moved into the distance, swinging his fist against his elbow, and the power of breaking the air was revealed, and he chased after the sword cultivation that swept away without a trace.

He immediately found that this sword cultivator's retreat was too undisciplined, and he couldn't judge his next retreat at all, he felt that his judgment might be biased, but now he couldn't start all over again, and he lost his hand first!

The flying swords are endless, although there are only a few hundred around him, but the old swords have not disappeared, and the new swords have come again, forming a chain that will always maintain the pressure on him, continuously.

His strength, but under the long-range attack of the flying sword, he couldn't exert it, he couldn't reach it, he couldn't aim accurately, no matter how he changed his magical powers, how he adjusted his martial arts, the opponent's sword cultivation was always out of his line of sight, and he really exerted his vertical path to the extreme.

He has a hard time here, and the monologue is also full of dangers, Cui Hui's simple punch and kick to the extreme seem to break the void, and the pressure is like a mountain.

Unlike them, what Cui Huizuo showed in battle was exactly the same as what he showed when he was acting, but it was such a simple thing that was the essence of strength, simple but not simple.

When the fight was in the end, the monologue could no longer be supported, and he began to wonder if Helian Feng was making a bad move, deliberately delaying time, and letting him fight hard here alone, otherwise he couldn't explain that he couldn't win it in the face of an indigenous sword cultivator for so long?

The two of them were not accomplices in the first place, they were still-for-tat competitors just a few hours ago, and they only stood on the same front because they were both out, and there was no basis for cooperation.

Could it be that this Helian Feng is hacking him, so that he can go to that small country of ancient martial arts in the southeast? No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still a piece of meat.

I have no intention of going to war, I have no intention of fighting, and I am about to get out of danger if I bluff.

But Cui Huizuo's strength is the most taboo to lose the fighting spirit of detachment, the pure ancient martial arts cultivation is the breath of the battle line, and the loss of this breath is the time of death, as the Daomen Guwu's monologue in this regard, the comprehension of the monologue of the Daomen in this regard has been consumed by those things in the Daomen, this recognition retreated, and immediately fell into danger.

Cui Huizuo shouted, his beard was all open, the spirit of ancient martial arts was vigorous, as if the gods descended to earth, three punches in a row, one punch was stronger than one punch, the monologue felt bad, it was too late to think about it again, and he retreated again and again, and was shaken to pieces by Peng Pai's fist!

At the same time, hundreds of sword lights on the other side condensed into the air, condensing into a huge lightsaber and slashing down, and Helian Feng, who had been exhausted, was unable to struggle and closed his eyes.....

Finding the wrong person, this sword cultivator has the strength to be equal to that of the Upper Realm, but he doesn't know anything about it.

A battle ends in less than a moment, there is no mercy, there is no forgiveness, this is the rule of the cosmic cultivation world.

Therefore, the monologue Helian Feng came generously; Therefore, Hou Mingcui will be at ease, and no one should complain or complain

I can only blame myself for not being good at learning.

Hou Yu arched his hand, "Brother Cui is very skilled, destroying the withered and decaying."

Cui Hui made a fist, "The master of labor has been waiting for a long time, and the sword vein is worthy of its name."

The two parted and went their separate ways; Not long after, a slender figure appeared on the battlefield, and Yin Qingsi could still feel the remnants of the violent spiritual fluctuations in the air, which was an inevitable legacy after a battle.

She looked at some scattered fragments with a blank expression, and sighed in her heart, she was getting farther and farther away from these people, she was not surprised that Cui Huizuo had such strength, and every pure ancient martial artist who dared to come out had the ability to overwhelm the same realm, which was also reflected in the battle, and it was also an important reason why Qin Men finally chose pure ancient martial arts.

But what she didn't understand was why that unserious sword cultivator also had such an ability?

The conversation between the two was not deliberately concealed, as if they had known that someone was watching from the sidelines, including Cui Hui's words, what did they mean?

It means that Hou Yu has long been able to solve Helian Feng but deliberately waited? If you can still do this in front of an opponent of such strength, what does that mean?

Even if she has overestimated this unknown old friend, in fact she is still underestimating. How the hell did this guy develop, she didn't understand.

Flying back slowly, at least this battle completely solved the trouble of Qinmen, and they no longer had to worry about the entanglement from these two people in the future, once and for all.

A little distracted, and suddenly felt that someone was waiting for her in front of her, a familiar figure, Cui Hui smiled faintly, "What do you call Daoyou?"

"Yin Qingsi, learn from Hua Zhenren."

Cui Huizuo was in awe, "Hua Zhenren? Well, Hua Zhenren is the most discerning elder in Qinmen, and there is no one! I see that Senior Sister Yin is very familiar with Sect Master Hou, can you talk to me about him?"

As a powerful Jindan monk, he is very sensitive to the wind and grass within the scope of the martial arts arena, don't look at them taking care of their own strength, but the slightest changes below can't escape their divine sense, so there is a monologue Helian Feng found the root of the wrong thing at the first time, even if the real people of Qinmen didn't say anything, they could guess a rough idea.

That's why he had the kindness of giving Hou Yu a ride, originally thinking that he would deal with these two people by himself, which could be regarded as a way to befriend this indigenous sword cultivator, Qinmen needed foreign aid, he knew too well that his inheritance was very slow, and it took time in the early stage, and someone needed help.

But he didn't expect that others didn't need his help at all, and Wei Yi didn't talk to him about this.

Yin Qingsi sighed, "It's a pity that I, like you, don't actually have too deep a deep understanding of him, and all I know is fur and legends."