Li Qingxuan was holding the Flying Swallow Dart in his hand, and after being shocked, he thought to himself: "This must be Yan Wu's illness, he is already a super-first-class peak realm master, but who has such a great ability to kill him? Could it be that the Grandmaster Realm master killed him!"

Before he could stop thinking about it, he suddenly heard a "whoosh" sound, and an arrow was already shooting at him! This arrow came in such a hurry that Li Qingxuan had just heard a "woo" sound, and the sharp arrow had already hit his chest. Li Qingxuan was looking down at the flying swallow dart, and he never dreamed that he was suddenly plotted on this uninhabited Gobi, and he was caught off guard, almost shooting at the arrow.

Li Qingxuan "turned over" and hid on the floating sand, and the person who fired the arrow laughed, saying that it was too late, and that it was too fast, and the second and third arrows came one after another.

Originally, the sound of the arrow included a warning meaning. The habit of the rivers and lakes, people who dare to use ringing arrows must be confident that they are good at martial arts, far superior to the other party, so they use ringing arrows to make the other party wary. And the first arrow is usually not aimed at the opponent's vital point.

However, this person's arrows came as fast as lightning, and three in succession, all of them were shot at Li Qingxuan's vital point, which lost the meaning of "warning", this person obviously wanted to take his life, but he pretended to be heroic, and used the arrows, it seemed that he was "not" plotting.

Li Qingxuan was furious, a "carp fight" turned over, at this time he was prepared, although the other party's arrows were still very urgent, he could already deal with it calmly. He turned over and met the two arrows, and when he lifted the bow, he made two bells, and the two arrows fell to the ground.

Li Qingxuan looked up and saw two fast horses, one on which was a Tibetan warrior with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and the other was a lama with a fleshy face and a big red robe.

The thick-eyed and big-eyed warrior was stunned for a moment, and then laughed again: "Good boy, I have some ability." Are you here to collect Yan Wuxi's body? Don't bother, I'll send you to Huangquan to meet Yan Wuxi!"

The lama said, "First ask him who he is?" Wu Tu said: "This kid came to collect Yan Wuxi's body, and he is a Han Chinese, so there is no need to ask if he is Yan Wuxi's subordinates." While talking, he jumped off the horse and threw himself at Li Qingxuan.

Martial arts masters fight the enemy on the desert, and ground warfare is much more advantageous than horse warfare, because the desert is not as flat as the flat land, maybe they will step on floating sand, and the weight of people and horses is always 200 catties away, and the floating sand mount will fall.

One person is much lighter, and he can perform light skills, so this Tibetan warrior gave up his mount and came to fight Li Qingxuan lightly. Li Qingxuan admired Yan Wuxian for being a good man, and thought to himself: "The person who killed Yan Wuxian must not be a good person, and he must fight with them if he can't fight." ”

When the Tibetan warrior came to within three zhang, Li Qingxuan shouted sharply: "Come and don't be rude!" The three flying swallow darts in his hand were played together!

Li Qingxuan came because this warrior's methods were too ruthless, and secondly, the other party was able to kill Yan Wuxi, at least he was also a first-class peak master, if he didn't do it, he was afraid that his life would not be guaranteed. It was because he had no choice but to use the swallow dart that he had just arrived.

This Tibetan warrior was not defenseless against the enemy. But firstly, because he was a first-class peak master under the account of Chi Song Dezan, the lord of the Tubo Empire, and his skills were high and bold, Li Qingxuan was only a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, although he was on guard, he didn't take Li Qingxuan in his eyes; second, he didn't know that Li Qingxuan had obtained Yan Wu's flying swallow dart, and this poisonous dart was the most poisonous secret weapon that sealed his throat when he saw blood!

The distance is only within three zhang, and the figure of this Tibetan warrior is still rushing towards him, Li Qingxuan has three darts in one hand, all of which hit his vital point, no matter how high his martial arts are, it is difficult to dodge!

Li Qingxuan's three flying swallow darts were hit from three different directions, one hit the "temple" in the forehead corner of his upper plate, one hit the "Xuanji point" on his chest in the middle plate, and the other hit the "ring jumping point" on his lower stone knee, these three parts are not in a straight line, but arranged in an irregular angle.

This kind of play is extremely difficult, even if the opponent is a master who is good at receiving hidden weapons, he must at least hit one. Li Qingxuan thought that it was indispensable, but at this moment, he only heard a "whew", and suddenly it was like a yellow cloud rolling in, sweeping away all his three swallow darts.

It turned out that the red-clothed lama jumped up from the horse, shot like an arrow, and happened to be in front of the Tibetan warrior, with his big sleeves flying, and the three swallow darts and one ancient brain were collected under the sleeves. This kind of kung fu of the hidden weapon is really superb, Li Qingxuan is not only unseen, but unheard of.

The red-clothed lama picked up the three flying swallow darts and looked at them, then put them in his bag and laughed loudly: "Yan Wuxi's flying swallow darts really live up to its reputation, it is the most powerful secret weapon in the world, but it's a pity that you kid can't use it!"

Listening to his tone, it seemed that he had never seen a swallow dart before, so did he kill Yan Wuxian or did he kill him when they were fighting, Yan Wuzhi didn't have time to shoot a swallow dart. But here and now, Li Qingxuan has no time to scrutinize. Li Qingxuan pulled out his sword and shouted, "Let's go side by side!"

The red-clothed lama laughed and said, "The pearl of rice grains also shines, and Lafayette still disdains to fight with you." The Tibetan warrior almost hit the Feiyan dart, frightened out of a cold sweat, at this time the shock was settled, anger suddenly rose, rushed forward, shouted: "The boy is rampant, see me take your life!"

The red-clothed lama said: "Although this kid is not a problem, but Sambuza, you should not be underestimated." When Sambuza heard this, he thought to himself: "You look down on this kid, but you tell me not to be underestimated, and this is clearly looking down on me." In order to fight for a breath, as soon as he came up, he killed Li Qingxuan.

Li Qingxuan made a move of "bending the bow and shooting the eagle", the long sword stabbed straight out, and suddenly turned around, turned left and right, and dissolved the fierce and unparalleled chain of three knives that the warrior slashed. Moreover, the sword momentum has not weakened, and after the move, the tip of the sword is still stabbing forward.

Sambuza's heart was in a daze, and he hurriedly made a "big bend, oblique willow", leaned over and spun, and the horizontal knife was slapped out, his arm strength was not weak, and then borrowed this rotation momentum, the strength was already above Li Qingxuan's sword, and with a "bell", the swords intersected, and Li Qingxuan's long sword slapped him away.

Li Qingxuan couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, and thought: "Tubo's sword technique is really very different from the Central Plains, extremely strange!"

The two exchanged swords, and in the blink of an eye, they fought thirty or fifty moves. Li Qingxuan only felt that his throat was scorched, his mouth was astringent, he was dizzy, and his sword moves were often inadequate. It turned out that he had been trapped on the Gobi in Kuli for two days, living only on dry food, and he didn't dare to drink more water.

Sambuza was unforgiving, the knife technique became more and more ruthless, and he slashed horizontally and straightly, and every time the knife was cut out, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder. Li Qingxuan switched to the light spirit body method of "swimming in the Bagua Palm", holding the palm in the sword, and fighting with Sambuza. Sambuza shouted: "Blindly dodge, don't dare to meet me with the real chapter, what kind of hero is it?"

Before the words were finished, Li Qingxuan shouted steeply: "Look at the sword!" A move "Desert Lonely Smoke", the sword light was like practice, and it pointed to Sambuza's chest, Sambuza leaned over, Li Qingxuan chased after him like a shadow, and sneered: "You only know how to dodge, don't you dare to see the real chapter with me?"

Sambuza was furious, used all his strength, and slashed over with a knife, Li Qingxuan deliberately sold a flaw, and dodged it upside down, Sambuza jumped violently, and it was another knife, eager to split Li Qingxuan in half!

Li Qingxuan suddenly shouted, "Fall!" Sambuza let out an "ouch," and sure enough, he fell down in response! It turned out that Sambuza's light skills were not as good as Li Qingxuan's, and when Li Qingxuan was swimming, he tried to find a pile of floating sand that was hollowed in the middle, and he jumped over this pile of floating sand, but Sambuza fell into the floating sand.

He used all his strength, and as soon as he stepped on the floating sand, most of his body was already sunk in, and where could he jump out in a hurry? Seeing that as long as Li Qingxuan poked his sword back, Sambuza's life could not be guaranteed, the red-clothed lama was already in front of Li Qingxuan, and said coldly: "Don't you think that you will be proud of winning a game with cunning." Lafayette takes your sword empty-handed, as long as you have ten strokes, Lafayette will give you a snort, and send you out of this desert!"

Li Qingxuan shouted: "Who wants you to let it!" A sword stabbed over, at this time his strength was almost exhausted, the situation was dangerous, forcing him to fight quickly, it was a killer trick in the "Qingping Sword Technique" as soon as he shot, and he didn't care whether the other party was empty-handed or using weapons.

The lama said that he only relied on a pair of fleshy palms, and sure enough, he could cope with it empty-handed. Li Qingxuan's sword came as fast as lightning, he didn't dodge or dodge, he only heard a "snap", and Li Qingxuan's green steel sword bounced off him. When this bullet is handled, it is really wonderful!

Li Qingxuan's mouth ached, and he was taken aback, and a "wind blowing flowers" body technique turned to the lama's back, and another sword stabbed the "big vertebral point" of his spine. As everyone knows, Li Qingxuan was certainly surprised, and the lama couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, "This kid seems to be exhausted, and I can't even throw his sword out of my hand, but it can't be underestimated." ”

The lama flicked his backhand, Li Qingxuan had seen his skills, and he didn't allow his fingers to touch it, and the sword walked lightly, and he cut off his legs on the ground. Although Li Qingxuan's skills are not as good as his, he has a well-studied understanding of the principles of martial arts, and he is able to avoid reality and make a move, and his shot is to attack the opponent's weakness.

The lama is also very good, as if he has eyes behind him, Li Qingxuan has a change of move, he has also changed his body, and Huo's "Kuixing kick fight" is still aimed at Li Qingxuan's tiger mouth.

Li Qingxuan's sword edge was deflected, avoiding the tip of his shoe, and the sword blade stabbed at his leg socket. Although it was only a few inches apart, his dodge was a superior martial art. The master competition, the difference between the competition is not a millimeter, so that the lama took the lead for Li Qingxuan at the time. The lama forcibly retracted the kick that had been kicked out, and it was a foot away.

Li Qingxuan was also surprised when he encountered two dangerous moves in a row, and he didn't dare to attack rashly for a while. The lama thought to himself: "This kid's swordsmanship is not slippery, but I am afraid that within ten moves, I may not be able to defeat him." Secretly regretting that the previous words were too full, the thought suddenly moved, "There is!" and took off the robe.

Li Qingxuan was about to rub his body and go up again, when he suddenly saw a red cloud under the hood, Li Qingxuan stabbed with a sword, and with a soft sound of "snort", the tip of the sword slipped from the robe, but it failed to pierce his robe. At this moment, Li Qingxuan only felt a strong wind blowing on his face, and his chest seemed to have been hammered, faintly painful, Li Qingxuan hurriedly opened it, fortunately, he had time to avoid the disaster of the robe.

The lama laughed and said, "Good boy, you really have you." There are six more tricks, deal with them carefully. "The lama said that he didn't use weapons, but this robe was an extremely powerful weapon in his hand, shaking it out like a big net, and when it was tightened up like a stick, after his use of Xuangong, it would make a sonorous sound when it touched Li Qingxuan's green steel sword.

Li Qingxuan tried his best to parry, but after a few moves, he felt that the qi and blood in his chest were surging, and his internal organs seemed to be about to flip. Li Qingxuan said secretly, "Not good!" Relying on light skills, he dodged and dodged, hoping to lure him to the floating sand and seek victory in defeat.

How do you know that this lama's light skills are even more clever than him, and he stepped on the floating sand several times, but he was all taken aback, and followed closely behind Li Qingxuan like a shadow. Li Qingxuan was fully absorbed in responding to the enemy, and he didn't know how many tricks he had taken. The lama was anxious in his heart, and secretly thought, "Fortunately, there are no outsiders here, otherwise people will see that I can't take this kid within ten moves, and what brilliance will I have on my face?"

Li Qingxuan was really tired, and he was able to barely fight with all his breath. Suddenly, he wanted to lure the other party into the floating sand, but he jumped so little that he didn't jump over, but fell into the floating sand.

The lama shouted, "Good boy, do you still want to escape?" Under the robe cover, the strong wind made Li Qingxuan almost suffocate first. Li Qingxuan was shouting in his heart: "My life is on the rest!" In a daze, he suddenly heard a sound of "gasping", and the lama shouted: "What person?"

Immediately, someone laughed and said, "Does your speech count, it's the fifteenth move!" Li Qingxuan wanted to open his eyes, but his eyes were no longer obedient and couldn't open them. But there was also a faint feeling as if someone was coming, and the lama in the field screamed, and then the sound of horses' hooves was heard in the distance.

Li Qingxuan knew that someone must have come to save him, and now he had beaten the lama away. Li Qingxuan relied on a true qi to barely support it, and at this time he knew that the danger had passed, and as soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, he fainted.