Near the Black Dragon Pond, the four of them stood opposite each other.

An old man with a wrinkled face and a middle-aged man with rat eyes glared angrily, and the atmosphere was tense and tense.

"If you don't do it, Lin will leave first!" Lynch frowned slightly and said coldly.

"Lin?" The middle-aged man with rat eyes turned his eye, his expression was stunned, and he said in amazement: "Lin Qi? Originally, I didn't believe that someone looked so demonic, but now I see that it is so! Hehe, your worth is higher than Zhang Qiang, and Lao Tzu can't help but want to make a move on you!"

"Are you trying to rob me?" The old man's eyes were cold, and a dazzling light suddenly burst out in his eyes, and the middle-aged man only felt a pain in his head, as if he had been pricked by a needle, and his heart was awe-inspiring.

"You're amazing! Okay, let's go one by one, I want this Zhang Qiang!" While speaking, his hands turned into claws, dancing into an afterimage, and pounced directly on Zhang Qiang.

The old man wanted to speak and stopped, but finally didn't say anything, pulled out a long sword with a bang, and swung it directly at Lynch.

Zhang Qiang's face was not good, and the middle-aged man in front of him obviously looked down on himself and regarded himself as a soft persimmon.

However, although this person was born ugly, he also has a five-layer spiritual power cultivation, which should not be underestimated.

Seeing that the other party was using a claw, Zhang Qiang also bent his fingers into a claw and directly greeted him.

The middle-aged man with rat eyes smiled, suddenly his body was stunned, his hands waved one after another, and a little cold light burst out, directly enveloping Zhang Qiang.

"Hmph, you dare to use a flying needle secret weapon in front of me!" Zhang Qiang was at the peak of martial arts before cultivating spiritual power, and he had carefully studied the flying needle secret weapon. Due to his great strength, he is very powerful when he casts the flying needle.

As soon as his body turned, the green robe on his body suddenly swelled, and Zhang Qiang abandoned his claws into a palm and suddenly pushed it out.

With a flash of inspiration, it turned into a huge palm shadow and directly faced the cold light.

After a loud sound, the flying needle actually passed through the palm shadow, and then shot towards Zhang Qiang.

The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth turned up, his face was proud, and he didn't know when he took out a small gray sword in his hand, and at a glance, he knew that it was a talisman treasure.

Zhang Qiang's expression remained unchanged, as if he had expected that the flying needle could pass through the palm shadow, but he only rotated his body, and there was no other means.

A strange scene appeared, after those flying needles passed through the palm shadow, the speed suddenly slowed down, and when they touched the bulging robe on Zhang Qiang's body, they bounced out and turned around to shoot at the middle-aged man.

"Good boy!" The middle-aged man with rat eyes scolded in a low voice, opened his mouth, and the small sword in his hand turned into a three-foot sword, and suddenly shot towards Zhang Qiang. At the same time, his figure jumped and dodged directly to the side, avoiding the direction shrouded by the flying needle.

Zhang Qiang sneered, his heart moved, and the small stick in his hand was thick.

At this time, the small stick looked like a mace, with spikes on the surface. Zhang Qiang picked up the small stick, like a mortal warrior fighting, looking a little clumsy, and smashed directly at the opposite sword light.

"I'm also a cultivator, how can I be so poor as to use a mace? Hehe, when I receive the ransom, Lao Tzu will burn a talisman sword for you, it's interesting enough!"

I only heard a loud bang, and the sword dimmed and shattered. I saw a yellow talisman float down, and then there was a pop, turning into a little spiritual light and dissipating.

"It seems that your talisman is not very good!" Zhang Qiang sneered, his body did not stop, and rushed over directly.

If this person has the courage to accept the bounty, and if he wants to kill himself, he should be prepared to fall.

Zhang Qiang's spiritual power had already broken through to the fourth layer of cultivation, and with the blessing of Xiao Yan Stick, he had an advantage in the face of the fifth-level cultivator of Qi cultivation at this time.

The small stick in his hand danced into a violent wind and rushed straight over.

The middle-aged man with the rat eyes looked anxious, obviously he didn't expect Zhang Qiang to be able to destroy his talisman sword from the front, and he was in a hurry for a while, grabbing the storage bag and looking through it in a panic, and shouted: "Oh no!"

Seeing this scene, Zhang Qiang said in his heart: "It turned out to be a pustule, no wonder it looks like this rat!"

The movement of his hand was not slow at all, and he slammed it with a stick.

There was a loud bang on the ground, and the middle-aged man with rat eyes screamed in surprise, and then flew out upside down, falling heavily on the boulder in the distance like a puddle of mud, and became the first unjust soul under Xiao Yan's stick.

Until the moment he died, he still didn't understand how a mortal warrior used a mace to break the power of the talisman.

From beginning to end, Zhang Qiang didn't go all out, until he killed the rat-eyed youth, he watched the battle on Lynch's side attentively.

The old man who fought with Lynch was indeed extraordinary, and the sword in his hand continued to shoot out, attacking Lynch from different directions.

Lynch's methods were even more surprising, I saw him shake the cyan sword in his hand, and dozens of sword rays also shot out of the sword, which were entangled with the sword rays cast by the old man.

Zhang Qiang's expression did not move, but he was secretly surprised in his heart, and thought: "He is worthy of being the first cultivation genius of the Black Dragon Sect, and in the face of the demon dragon with infinite strength, all he uses is the means of strength. At this time, facing a sword cultivator, he was only using sword cultivation methods. Outsiders all know that Lu Dao is a cultivation genius, but most people don't know that Lu Dao is a genius of body refining, qi cultivation, and sword cultivation at the same time, right?"

What he didn't notice was that at the same time as killing the middle-aged rat eye, a flash of inspiration flashed on the little Yan stick, and a dark blue light ball rolled out from the middle man of the mouse eye, and finally submerged into the little Yan stick.

Putting away the middle-aged storage bag with a mouse eye, Zhang Qiang put his feet hard, and after a few ups and downs, he came to the place where Lynch and the two were fighting, and saw that the two were fighting fiercely, so he simply sat on a stone and watched.

After the old man found Zhang Qiang, his face was surprised, his eyes turned but he didn't find any trace of the middle-aged man, he frowned slightly, and his face showed a little doubt.

Zhang Qiang was curious about the sword cultivation method, and when he was thinking about it, his expression moved, and he turned his eyes to look at the slope not far behind him.

Suddenly, he slammed on the ground and shot away, but in a blink of an eye, he stood on the slope and quietly looked at the two people hiding behind the slope.

One of them had a sloppy beard, his clothes were stained with oil, he had a long sword stuck in his back, he held a huge wine jug in his hand, his face was a little gloomy, and he drank a sip of wine from time to time.

The other man had a similar appearance, looking younger, and also had a long sword stuck in his back.

The young man's eyes were a little anxious, and he said, "Big brother, the master's opponent is very powerful, why don't we help?"

Zhang Qiang's expression moved, and he said secretly: "It turned out to be two brothers! Master? Oh, yes, the old man should be the master of the two of them." Today is really rare, it is said that the number of sword cultivators is very small, and today I actually met three directly. ”

At the same time, the spiritual power in his body is operated, as long as the two of them make a move, he will block it, after all, he has just cooperated with Lynch, and he will never allow the other party to bully more and less.

As if he had not heard his brother, the elder brother drank to himself, glanced at the place of the fight, and only frowned slightly, but did not have the slightest intention of joining the battle.

The younger brother seemed to listen to his brother's words very much, and seeing that he didn't mean to make a move, he just watched silently.

Zhang Qiang did not hide his figure, and the younger brother said: "My eldest brother doesn't like to bully more and less, we won't interfere!" and introduced himself: "Under Xie Wenyuan, eldest brother Xie Wenxuan." ”

Zhang Qiang said lightly: "Black Dragon Sect, Zhang Qiang." ”

"Master lost, let's go!" Xie Wenxuan stuffed the wine jug, said lightly, nodded slightly to Zhang Qiang, and turned to leave.

Xie Wenyuan's eyes kept wandering on the battlefield and his brother, hesitated for a while, and then turned around and left.

Zhang Qiang looked at the backs of the two of them, and said in his heart: "That Xie Wenxuan is very unusual, he looks like a sloppy drunkard on the surface, but the occasional light in his eyes makes people tremble." If I were to fight him, I might not be able to overcome him. However, the two of them watched their master fight and didn't intervene, this is really rare, could it be said that this is the rule of sword cultivation?"

Sword cultivators are indeed a little special, and those who can achieve something in kendo are all people with strong hearts. When they fight, they are all indomitable, no matter whether the opponent is strong or strong, they want a fair fight. As for victory or defeat, life and death, never complain.

The old man's gaze had swept over here, and he must have already found the two of them, but even if he was suppressed by Lynch, he never opened his mouth to let his disciple make a move. Maybe that's the so-called pride of sword cultivation.

Zhang Qiang knew that it was impossible for Lynch to lose, not to mention anything else, no matter what kind of means the old man used, he was steadily suppressed, which showed that he had an absolute advantage in strength. But he didn't kill the other party directly, which made Zhang Qiang very puzzled.

The old man was worthy of being a sword cultivator, even if he was becoming more and more passive, he had been doing his best, neither running away, nor admitting defeat and begging for mercy.

I saw Lynch holding a long sword and stabbing straight at the tip of the sword, and the tip of the sword trembled rapidly, and one after another sword flowers appeared, directly enveloping the old man opposite.

The old man waved his sword to protect his whole body, pinched the sword trick with his left hand, and shouted in a low voice: "Points!"

Seeing the sword light shining, dozens of sword phantoms suddenly appeared around him, and his body slid around, and the sword phantom slashed towards the sword flower that Lynch cast.

There was a sound of Jin Ge intermingling, and the sword flower that looked light and fluttering actually broke through the phantom of the sword, and covered the old man in an instant.

"You're not my opponent, I'm not interested in killing you, let's go!" Lynch threw the sword in his hand at Lu, and actually stuck it firmly behind his back, like a sword cultivator.

The old man's face was a little ugly, staring at the sword behind Lynch's back, his eyes seemed to be a little dazed, and he muttered, "I lost!"

Looking at the direction in which the brothers had left, the old man reached out and grabbed a dead leaf that floated from nowhere, and sighed: "In today's battle, I am no longer qualified to pick up the sword in my hand, and I am no longer qualified to be their master!

I saw a flash of cold light, a splash of blood, and the old man didn't know when to insert the sword in his hand into his chest.

Lynch frowned slightly, watching the old man's life fade away. Then he nodded to Zhang Qiang from afar, and his figure jumped up. A flash of spiritual light rolled him, and it turned into a dazzling light and flew into the distance.

Zhang Qiang watched the old man's breath dissipate, shook his head, and said to himself: "Since Lynch let you go, you don't want your own life." ”

Waving the small stick in his hand, he slammed it on the ground, only to hear a bang, and a big pit appeared on the hard rock.

Although the old man looked a little pedantic, Zhang Qiang felt that it was pleasing to the eye, so he buried him and whispered: "You want to exchange my life for a reward, and I will help you to settle in the ground, this should be regarded as repaying grievances with virtue, right?"

Seeing a flash of inspiration on the small stick, it seemed that there was a piece of dark blue light that did not enter it, Zhang Qiang's expression moved, and he hurriedly grabbed the small stick and looked up and down. However, after studying for a long time, I didn't find anything abnormal, and I couldn't help but wonder if I was dazzled just now.