In front of the old man's divine might, Ren Jiuxiao has no spare strength, naturally he is all on the old man, he didn't expect Ying Feiyang to make a move, and his momentum was stagnant, so he had to let go of the hilt of the sword, turning his palm into the enemy, and his palm was full of yin and yang, like the wind and the moon, just wanting to force Ying Feiyang to retreat.

How do you know that Ying Feiyang is facing the power of the palm, but he does not dodge or dodge, the move remains the same, the flesh palm directly catches up, and the palms are striking, which has become a situation of competing for true qi.

It turned out that Ying Feiyang was not good at palming, so he had the idea of competing for true qi at the beginning, as soon as the palms were handed over, it was Shen Yuan exhaling strength, and the true qi in his body was like stagnant water out of the gate, and the long river broke the ice, and he continued to rush to Ren Jiuxiao, Ren Jiuxiao's eyebrows flashed angrily, and he found that the true qi of the young man in front of him was not below him at all, if it was in the past, it would definitely set off his heart to compete, but at this time, Ren Jiuxiao did not want to entangle with him, and the energy in his palm was forwarded from condensation to collapse, and a light explosion between the palm qi vomiting shook Ying Feiyang's hand, and the two of them each took half a step back.

Ying Feiyang didn't want him to take out the sword, he didn't dare to pull the distance, his body was stable, so he was entangled and fought again, but when he saw Ren Jiuxiao, he stepped on Xuanbu, stepped on Xinggang, and turned half a circle like a spinning top, and got rid of Ying Feiyang's entanglement.

"Xingluo Qi step!" Ying Feiyang saw through the opponent's footwork, but he couldn't stop it.

Over there, Ren Jiuxiao turned around and rushed to the sky, but when he heard a loud sound, if the dragon roared in the sky, the streamer in the tea shed was like a pour, and the cold air was suddenly born, Ren Jiuxiao had drawn his sword out of the sheath, the edge of the long sword flickered, and the blade was like autumn frost, pointing directly at the old man.

"What a stirring sword, you, have piqued my interest. With admiration, the old man threw up his sleeves and turned back, showing his true face.

"He's not a bitter bamboo demon. Zhang Zhibin, who had been hiding in the corner, saw the old man's face clearly and shouted, but everyone scolded in their hearts, "Nonsense!" If the old man Kuzhu had such strength, the four demon kings would have been renamed the five demon kings a long time ago.

But seeing that the old man was gray and gray, showing his old age, his face was ordinary, his face was wrinkled, and the Tao was like a sharp sword, but a pair of sharp eyes emitted a sharp light, and if a white lightning flashed in the shed at the moment of turning around, it was terrifying.

"Come, let me see, combining the strengths of the two families of Ling Xiao Sword Dao and Spring and Autumn Sword Que, can we make Kendo wonderful for another hundred years?" The old man stared at Ren Jiuxiao, his eyes were shining, and he actually had the intention of being crazy and eager, and combined with his cold and icy tone, it actually produced a calm and fanatical contradictory temperament.

Under the old man's gaze, a sharp sword intent was born, which came straight towards Ren Jiuxiao's oppression, and the awe-inspiring chill made Ren Jiuxiao's skin tingle, as if he was stabbed by countless small swords, but he was arrogant and said: "As you wish." ”

Ren Jiuxiao raised his sword and stepped forward, but suddenly the sword in his hand gave birth to a strange force, as if it had turned into a wild dragon, wanting to break the shackles!

Ren Jiuxiao couldn't hold it steadily, and the long sword came out of his palm, and he thrust it upside down with a "poof"!

The long sword stood proudly, lying between the two, as if he wanted to protect the lord with his body, the old man saw this, raised his gray eyebrows, and said with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "Famous sword psychic? ”

But seeing the long sword trembling endlessly, making a "buzzing" low sound, the sound of the sound into the ears, the complaint is low, such as crying, Ying Feiyang listened to this sound, and there was a sense of pathos in his heart, as if standing in front of him was a lonely minister, who was protecting his master with his body.

The old man also seemed to feel it, and his momentum was reduced, and he said to the sword: "Why are you doing this?"

Suddenly, the sword bent towards the old man on its own, the sword body was bent, the hilt of the sword was low, if you bowed, if you pleaded, the cold wind blew through in early spring, rubbed the sword, drew a gust of wind whistle, if you groan, it seems that you can't bear to humiliate the famous sword, Ren Jiuxiao saw this, and said angrily: "Rugged, what are you doing, do you want to turn your back on the Lord and join the enemy?"

"Shut up, can't you see that it's begging for your life?" Ying Feiyang's heart was desolate, and his heart couldn't help but be on fire, and he shouted angrily to Ren Jiuxiao. Ren Jiuxiao's blood and qi surged, his face was flushed, but he said in his mouth: "Ren Jiuxiao's life and death are all taken from the sword, when do you need a sword to beg for me?"

The old man glanced at Ying Feiyang meaningfully, closed his eyes, took away the sword light in his eyes, and said to the craggy sword with pity: "I promised you." ”

The rugged sword seemed to be able to understand human speech, and when it heard that the sword body was bent three points again, it was actually bent to the end, bent into an incredible arc, until the hilt of the sword was covered with dust!

No matter what kind of magic weapon you are, there is a limit to your toughness, only to hear a crisp sound of "pop", the body of the craggy sword is broken, and it falls to dust.

The sword has a sword bone, rather bend than bend, although the rugged sword is to uphold the intention of protecting the lord, but it is defeated without a fight, and it is also true that the sword is sincere, but the sword bone has been lost, and in the end it is still the choice to fold the edge to atone for its sins.

"It's a pity. Qing Ku sighed softly and threw a fist at the broken sword. The old man also sighed: "What a loyal and proud sword, in the sword mound, there should be a place for you to rest." The old man bent his waist and reverently picked up the broken sword.

At this time, a hand was blocking the old man's eyes, and the old man looked up and saw a pair of red eyes.

"Which, you are allowed to touch my sword!" Ren Jiuxiao met the old man's gaze and said Sen Ran.

"This sword is dead, what are you going to do with it. The old man asked coldly.

"My sword, what does it have to do with you? Carry the sword of the Lord, melt it and throw it away, why bother to let you know?"

The killing intent on the old man's body reappeared: "I can spare you with this sword, and I can kill you again with this sword, you, don't insult it!"

Ren Jiuxiao sneered coldly, didn't answer, put the sword in his hand, turned away, and left only his back to the old man.

The cold on the old man's face was even worse, but he didn't make a move for a long time, and when Ren Jiuxiao stepped out of the shed, a sword stopped in front of him.

"It's not over yet, let's continue, I won, and this sword will stay. Ying Fei's sword was blocked, and the spring breeze blew through his drooping black hair, revealing eyes that concealed anger.

Ren Jiuxiao chuckled, took off the outer robe, wrapped the broken sword, and threw it on the table, and at the same time grabbed it with his hand, the sword on Liu Wentong's table was actually taken away by him in the air, and took off the outer robe, Ren Jiuxiao was only dressed in a cyan power suit, which was more heroic, and said coldly with the sword: "Come on." ”

"Still didn't stop him from using his sword. Qing Ku shook his head helplessly, and drank the bitter tea in the bowl as if he was drinking.

Outside the tea shed, two people, two swords, proudly opposed, equally handsome and chic, equally proud and confident, the two looked at each other's eyes, like a mirror, and saw their reflections in each other's eyes. Ying Feiyang finally knew why he didn't like this Ren Jiuxiao at first sight, just because he was too similar to himself, making him feel that he was not the only one.

A thatch, fluttering in disorder with the wind, like a light feather falling leisurely between the two, seems to have affected the invisible qi, pouting two Qingyue sword groans, confrontation two at the same time out of the sword, blink of an eye, the two swords meet, the thatch is instantly twisted into pieces by the sharp sword wind.

Ying Feiyang's sword art Zhenyuan is not under the disciples of famous families, and what he lacks is only experience, but fortunately, after a series of battles in these days, and taking advantage of Fu Qingming's Zhang Yizhi to recuperate from his injuries, he and Xie Lingyan have been fighting for a few days, although they are still far from being experienced, but they will finally not be defeated with one blow like a newborn chick.

Ying Feiyang knows in his heart that the most important thing for those who are inexperienced is to seize the opportunity, and urge the sword technique of breaking the wind and cutting the clouds at the moment, walking the spirit like the air, the luck is like a rainbow, and the true qi is like Wuxia Qianxun, walking the clouds and the wind. The moves are all swift and incomparable, and they are the fast sword moves in the Wind Breaking Cloud Trick, which is chaotic.

Ren Jiuxiao's eyebrows furrowed, and his face condensed: "How can you make my Ling Xiao Sword Dao's Wind Breaking Cloud Sword Technique?"

"What a fuss, is this also commendable?" replied Ying Feiyang, but his sword moves were not chaotic at all.

Ren Jiuxiao snorted coldly and said, "Ling Xiao Sword Dao sword moves, you have used them indecently, and I will teach you today what is the real Wind Breaking Cloud Sword Technique." ”

Ren Jiuxiao saw that what Ying Feiyang used was Ling Xiao's sword move, but there was always a difference between the lines and the walking, and it was plausible, but he was not good at learning and art, and he was annoyed.

Both of them made fast swords, and the silver light Huo Huo danced out of two cold sword groups, and only the sound of the two swords of "ping pong ding" was heard in his ears, which was as noisy and staggered as a rain shower hitting the window.

Although Ying Feiyang's experience is insufficient, but since he learned the sword, he has been immersed in the sword of breaking the wind and cutting the clouds, and in terms of mastering this swordsmanship, Ren Jiuxiao is far less thorough than Ying Feiyang, this move is tantamount to hitting the long with a short blow, and the sword in Ying Feiyang's hand is actually going faster and faster, and going more and more smoothly.

When the two were fighting, they saw the old man sitting down opposite Qingku, and said, "These two, who do you think wins and who loses?"

Qing smiled bitterly: "If you are a master, you naturally have to support your own apprentice." The old man bowed his head and said, "That kid is your brother's son, the nephew of Yue Cang, right? ”

Qing Ku's eyes narrowed, and he said: "Bet again, you and I have already gambled on life and death, what else can we bet on." ”

The old man said expressionlessly: "Since the things before your life have been gambled, then you will gamble on the things after your death, you lose, if it is you who dies in five years, this opponent you have created with your own hands will be handed over to me to try his edge!"

After a moment of fighting, Ren Jiuxiao found that he had gradually lost the wind, although the other party's method of breaking the wind and cutting the clouds was plausible, but it was redundant, and it was better than the original swordsmanship. But Ren Jiuxiao is arrogant, since he said that he wanted Ying Feiyang to see the Wind Breaking Cloud Sword, he didn't want to change to other swordsmanship, and then urged Xing Luo Qibu at the moment, wanting to make up for the swordsmanship with footwork.

Footwork and swordsmanship are matched, the battle situation is different, Ren Jiuxiao's body is like the stars circulating, the changes are endless, looking ahead, and suddenly, he dragged out the figure of the Dao, and surrounded Ying Feiyang in it, Ying Feiyang immediately converged on the offensive, turned to defense, and fell into the wind for a while.

After dragging on for a while, Ying Feiyang was already clumsy, and gradually lost the enemy, when he suddenly heard Qingku shouting: "Disciple, it's not good, come and save me." ”