"Chang Qingyao?" a weak swordsman on the side screamed, and his shrill voice was slightly abrupt in the huge attic.

"Who is Chang Qingyao? Have you heard of it?" But the more immortal cultivators looked confused, and they all looked at the weak swordsman.

"I don't know who it is, isn't this a respect for the female knight?" The swordsman's handsome face flushed, looking extremely shy, but the admiration on his face did not diminish in the slightest.

Indeed, who doesn't love such a handsome, beautiful figure, and iceberg-like woman. It's just that this iceberg is a little "hot", burning like a raging fire.

Chang Qingyao didn't care about the whispers of these people, the silk in his hand was held tighter, his willow eyebrows frowned slightly, and his white face showed a trace of solemnity. For some reason, she could feel the ribbons as if they were out of her control.

"Hahaha, okay, Chang Nuxia, today I Baturu will take your challenge, if you defeat me. In addition to never entering the Central Plains for half a step in this life, I, Baturu, am willing to abolish the cultivation of this body, and never mention the word cultivation again!" Batulu laughed loudly, his voice was exceptionally refreshing, with the rough air of a desert person.

At the same time, the conditions he set really surprised all the cultivators present, everyone knew that for immortal cultivators, the abolition of a body of cultivation was simply worse than death, but this man from the desert didn't seem to care, or rather, he expected that he would not lose.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Chang Qingyao didn't pay attention to the treaty made by Baturu, she jumped up from the attic on the second floor, stepped on the railing and stepped on the wall as if she were walking on the ground, jumped up to the beam, and passed the silk in her hand over the beam. She actually wanted to use her own weight to lift Baturu up, but the two of them were far apart from each other in terms of stature alone. Baturu didn't move, steady as Tarzan, and the innocent smile on his face looked as dazzling as mockery at this moment.

Just when everyone thought that Chang Qingyao was a stupid girl with a bad brain, a shocking scene happened. Baturu had never put this weak girl in his eyes, compared to strength, he Baturu had. But just as he was sure of his victory, a huge force grabbed his arm violently, causing him to be carried out by inertia without reacting.

The huge momentum can make this girl who looks less than 100 pounds look like she weighs 10,000 tons! Baturu's body flew into the sky like a kite with a broken string.

"Wow!" the foot-wide beam cracked, and the straight torso was bent over by the weight of the two.

"Oh my God, this little girl, is so heavy?" In addition to the immortal cultivators in the inn, there were also many local old people, their eyes were round, they couldn't have imagined that Chang Qingyao's soft body would be so heavy, she obviously looked weak.

At the same time as Baturu's feet left the ground, Chang Qingyao bent his left hand and bit it lightly in his mouth, and there were words in his mouth. The earth shook suddenly, and the whole house spun around, and the floor rose and fell violently, creaking, as if something was about to break through the restraints of the ground.

Almost all of them were unable to stand on their feet, and they had to stick their weapons on the ground or cling to the pillars to ensure that they were not shaken down.

"This woman is also the peak of Xuan Immortal!" Even if the road is unstable and can't stand, they have already made a shocking sound. Because any Xuan Immortal, especially such a young Xuan Immortal, is enough to cause a sensation in the entire rivers and lakes, but such a beautiful woman, no one knows her?

Fortunately, no one cared, these people only knew how to sigh, and then panicked to protect themselves.

But there was only one figure in the group of embarrassed people, and he was so calm that he still sat in place, as if the ground under his feet had been detached from the inn. If anyone could see through, they would find that the wine jug in front of the man in white did not even have the slightest ripple of clear wine at this moment, he just smiled slightly, and then slowly lowered his head.

Countless flying sand flew out of the cracks in the ground, and they

Gathering and roaring in the air, it swept towards Baturu in the sky. Since silk can't restrain him, let's try using soil!

Chang Qingyao thought to herself.

"Hahaha, the woman is good at kung fu, I thought it was just a girl from a rich family, but I didn't expect it to be a master. Baturu smiled happily, his swarthy face as bright as a sunflower, but there was no nervousness at all.

"It's just that you have to know that the soil and the yellow sand are the same, and I come from the desert, no matter where the sand is, you have to obey me, because I have a sword, called wind and sand!"

"Here comes the sword!" he shouted.

The dust that was originally controlled by Chang Qingyao suddenly burst in the air, and they began to gather from the original loose sand, getting closer and tighter, and finally condensed into an inconspicuous earthy yellow long sword.

The sword didn't have any smugness, it wasn't sharp, it looked like an earthen toy sword, not even a peachwood sword, but no one dared to underestimate it.

Because Great Xia has the ten ** treasures of Great Xia, even if it is a desert where few swordsmen come out.

This wind and sand sword is the magic weapon of the desert people. Some people say that this sword is made from the thousands of acres of yellow sand on the desert, so holding it is equivalent to holding a sea of sand, and at this moment this sword is still in the hands of a Xuan Immortal, and there is a lonely smoke in the desert with a random wave.

The man in white raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he had some nature for the yellow sword, he couldn't help but reach out and press on the hilt of the sword he had placed on the table, but he quickly retracted it, and no one noticed his small movement. Because all eyes and attention are in heaven.

"Drink!" Baturu shouted, he drove his sword to cut off countless silk belts, these ribbons were already tight, and at the same time as they broke, the two of them flew out at the same time, Baturu landed steadily, and the wind and sand sword in his hand was surrounded by a faint amount of sand.

At the same time, the beam could no longer hold up, and it broke in two and fell to the ground with a thud, stirring up the already dusty room.

"Wow! what a sword. The immortal cultivators in the room sighed and praised the sword in Baturu's hand, but more people's eyes were on the red-clothed figure.

Chang Qingyao's body naturally flew out, her toes touched the ground slightly, and her snow-white boots cut a clean straight line on the dusty ground, and then slowly stopped in front of the table on the side, where the man in white was sitting.

"It's a good sword, so your silk can't catch my sword. Baturu smiled slightly, "I'm here to challenge all your masters in Great Xia, so how can I not make some preparations?" So, girl, if you don't have any other weapons, I don't think there is any need for us to fight." ”

"Lend your sword to use," Chang Qingyao glanced at the man in white next to him, and was about to pull out the sword on the table, when a flash of light flashed on the scarlet sword body.

Her slender jade hand was flicked away before she could reach the hilt of the sword, and she immediately raised her eyebrows to look at him, her eyes puzzled.

"I don't borrow. The man in white seemed to be smiling, staring at the girl in front of him with shallow eyes, his eyes were as bright as peach blossoms.

"Stingy. Chang Qingyao glanced at him angrily, as cold as a white lotus.

"Cut, this kid doesn't know where he came from, I really don't know what to do. ”

"Yes, yes, the woman is obviously fighting for our face, but he doesn't even borrow a sword. Several immortal cultivators fell into the well and looked down on this man in white.

"Heroine, heroine, with my sword, with my sword. Although the man in white didn't wait to see her, countless swordsmen took the initiative to ask for help and threw the saber in their hands towards Chang Qingyao.

The woman was not pretentious, she took a sword casually, and gently slashed a beautiful sword light in the air.

"Well, the sword is there. Baturu looked at the cultivators' united appearance and nodded with satisfaction, "It's just that this ordinary sword may not be able to stop me from the dust. ”

As he spoke, he swung a sword, and the endless sand galloped like a thousand horses

The sand city that came out of nowhere filled the entire inn, and all the people couldn't even keep their feet off the ground, and their bodies flew in the air, spinning round and round along the tornado.

Is this the power of the Xuan Immortals? Or is it from this wind and sand sword? No one cares where this power comes from, they are suddenly full of fear for this man from the desert.

"The sword is ordinary, but my sword style is unusual. Chang Qingyao was not swept up by the sand wind, but the wind still blew her hair, swaying wildly in the air, making her already cold and glamorous even more heroic.

What a heroine among women, if she were a girl in my desert, I would definitely fall in love with her, but it's a pity. Baturu thought to himself, his heart moved slightly.

"The wind is like a sound, and the sword is like water. You are dust, because the dust is light, but when the sand meets the water, it can no longer fly, and my sword style happens to be called the water-stopping sword technique. Chang Qing Yaojiao shouted, her graceful figure danced in the wind, and flew out like a kite with a broken string.

A white light flashed from the tip of the sword, and the white light burst out, turning into stars and falling into the sky.

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late in autumn. It was drizzling out of thin air in the huge inn, and the wind gradually became much lighter.

Baturu's sword move was a wild sword, like a gust of sand rolled up by a horse galloping in the grassland. However, Chang Qingyao's sword is extremely elegant, like a koi fish jumping freely in the water.

With static braking, the wind stops the sand. The weight of the yellow sand on the ground fell to the ground, paving the inn with a thick layer of cement.

The people who had been blown by the wind fell to the ground, covered in dust and sand, and in a state of embarrassment.

"Good, good!" they didn't bother to tidy up their clothes, and applauded the heroine.

"What's going on, you kid don't have anything to say now, right?" the immortal cultivators began to taunt the dogs again.

"Tut-tut, swordsmanship is good swordsmanship, but unfortunately, the sword is not a good sword, it's a pity, it's a pity!" Baturu was not depressed, but stared at the sword in Chang Qingyao's hand.

In the next second, the silver iron sword shattered in the air, and crackling sword slag fell to the ground.

Everyone looked at each other, as if they understood that they had been happy too soon.

Although Chang Qingyao took the sword, her sword was broken, and she lost this competition.

"Since ancient times, heroes love beauties, since the girl is defeated, let me take a strand of the girl's incense hair as a reward, okay?" After Baturu finished speaking, he didn't wait for Chang Qingyao to make a move, his body turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was already behind Chang Qingyao.

The sword in his hand was raised slightly, wanting to cut off a strand of Chang Qingyao's long hair as promised.

", this desert man who killed a thousand knives actually wants to take the woman's hair!"

Chang Qingyao did not stop her, but stood quietly in place, letting Baturu's sword swing towards her, she seemed to acquiesce to Baturu's rudeness, and stopped struggling.

"Bump!", the earthy yellow sword was knocked down before it could be raised, and Baturu looked back behind him, only to see a white figure standing in front of him.

"Who are you?" Baturu didn't know the identity of the man in white in front of him, but he was a little surprised that he actually stopped the sword he had just made.

He looked down and saw the sword in the hand of the man in white. Black and red, simple and dignified, low-key but domineering.

"It's a good sword. Baturu suddenly exclaimed softly, as he suddenly felt the resonance of the Wind Sand Sword in his hand.

The man in white didn't even pull out his sword, so he casually knocked down the wind and sand sword in his hand.

"Dare to ask what the name of the young man is, I, Baturu, want to have a discussion with the young man. Competitive he suddenly forgot his trophy and saluted the man in white with a fist.

"You don't need to know my name, because it's not a rivalry between the two of us. The man in white still smiled faintly, he smiled beautifully, like the blooming peony of the king of ten thousand flowers, but with the softness of the water lilies in the clear pond.

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