"See how long you old puppet can be arrogant. ”

Yang Zhicheng, who was gloomy when he heard this, once again jumped ten feet like a cannonball, and slammed his fist into the big man on the side of the city wall.

The iron fist has not yet arrived, the fist wind is in force, and the fierce wind blows Mr. Big's gray sideburns.

Mr. Big was holding a wine jug in one hand and Kaishan in the other, and in the face of Yang Zhicheng's knife, he just took a step forward.

"Kaishan, we are on, this last battle, don't insult my reputation in Qiushui. ”

After he said this, Kaishan let out a whimpering sword groan, as if in response to him.

Just as Mr. Big took this step, Yang Zhicheng came to Mr. Big with a crackling sound that tore through the air.

Mr. Big, who was originally slightly drunk, his dilated pupils condensed in an instant, and the mountain opened like a streamer piercing out.

However, Mr. Big's sword did not directly hit Yang Zhicheng's fist, but slashed through the back of the fist with extraordinary precision, and suddenly the friction between the blade and the fist made a difficult sound that made the ears numb.

But just when this sword seemed to have lost its accuracy and had no blocking effect on Yang Zhicheng's fist, Mr. Big's eyes twisted, Kaishan's sword body shook, the tip of the sword trembled violently, and stabbed Yang Zhicheng's wrist impartially.

Bang!

It was this stab that made the strength of Yang Zhicheng's fist suddenly unloaded, and a punch grazed Mr. Big's ears and sideburns.

And Mr. Big took advantage of the trend, turned his foot strength, and the extremely concise sword passed from Yang Zhicheng's back heart.

Yang Zhicheng, who realized the danger, suddenly condensed all over his body, and only heard a "bang" Mr. Big's sword seemed to be pierced on the steel plate, and did not pierce Yang Zhicheng's heart, but the strength of this sword was to knock Yang Zhicheng directly away, just like Mr. Big had hit the city wall before.

This extremely delicate sword saw many sword cultivators feel furious in their hearts, because Mr. Big's sword did not fail to see a trace of sword qi, sword momentum or sword intent, and he barely even used the true yuan in his body.

All he used was the sword in his hand and his body, which looked like a dead oil well.

This sword seems to have returned to the beginning of every sword practice, there are no fancy techniques, no surging true yuan, some are just their own swords, and there is a force in the body.

"No real yuan, no sword skills, how can his sword beat a real-life level cultivator's all-out punch, don't tell me it's because of luck. ”

The corners of someone's mouth twitched.

In the courtyard of the Nangong family, a child of the Nangong family also asked the same question.

For a while, Nangong Yan didn't know how to answer.

"It's instinct. ”

Nangong Lie stood up and looked at Mr. Big with awe.

"Mr. Great's sword threw away what he had learned all his life, chose to trust the saber in his hand, and then fought with the instinct of his body with the determination to die. ”

As he spoke, Nangong Lie's hand in his sleeve clenched into a fist.

"I thought that this autumn water, I was just not as good as Xu Honghu, but I didn't expect this big gentleman to ......"

He said with a hint of unwillingness.

......

"Old horseman, I'm going to smash you into a pulp!"

planted a heel on an old man who already seemed to be powerless, which made Yang Zhicheng very ashamed.

He slammed his hand into the city wall, and the tower of the patio gate trembled.

"Poof......

Unexpectedly, Yang Zhicheng's punch on the city tower seemed to hit Mr. Big, which directly made Mr. Big's body shake and vomit a mouthful of blood.

"I see. ”

After being stunned for a moment, Yang Zhicheng suddenly understood, it turned out that this Mr. Big had tied his soul to Tianjing Pass, and attacking Tianjing Pass was attacking Mr. Big.

"Wind and thunder cannon bombardment of the tower!"

Immediately, Yang Zhicheng smiled cruelly and rushed towards Mr. Big again, while directing the wind and thunder cannon to attack Tianjing Pass.

Immediately afterwards, the wind and thunder cannon bombarded the Tianjing Pass like raindrops, although there was a large mountain protection array to block the city tower was still unharmed, but Mr. Da was already pale and bloodless.

However, Mr. Big did not fall down there, as if he had completely forgotten the pain of his body and soul, he slowly stood up while opening the mountain, and looked at the autumn water behind him with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

He stood up straight tremblingly, took another sip of the white brew in the wine jug, and then shook the Kaishan Sword in his hand, and while walking towards Yang Zhicheng, he read aloud with pride:

"Do you say that you have no clothes? Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear. Enmity with the Son!"

After thinking about it, Yang Zhicheng came to him with an angry and sarcastic fist, and smashed him in the abdomen with a punch, smashing his whole body and shooting out.

But immediately, Mr. Big stood up again, and sang a long song while drinking bitterly and carrying his sword:

"How can you say that you have no clothes?" and your son ...... with you?"

Bang!

This time, Yang Zhicheng didn't let him finish, and smashed Mr. Big's body with a punch again, and the onlookers could even clearly hear the sound of his bones shattering.

"Old horseman, see if you die!"

"How can you say that you have no clothes? Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear halberd. Work with the son!"

"Do you say that you have no clothes, and you are clothed with the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my armor soldiers. Let's go with my son!"

Yang Zhicheng walked in front of Mr. Big, looked at Mr. Big lying on the ground, and just wanted to step on it, but at this time there was a neat chant in his ears, which was coming from the autumn water behind him, and the voice was mixed with the cynical laughter of several old men.

Almost at the same time as this voice sounded, there was an extra mirage in the sky above the autumn water.

The scene in the virtual image is the sword mound of Qiushui.

At this time, there were Qiushui disciples standing in the sword mound with panic and righteous indignation on their faces, and the chant that almost shouted sounded from their mouths, and their angry eyes looked at everyone in Shizhou who saw this scene through the virtual image.

Although they just kept reciting this poem "No Clothes", it was more like questioning the cultivators of the Immortal League and the Ten States, as if they were questioning the people of the Immortal League: What is my Qiushui's crime? What is my husband's crime?

At this moment, many cultivators from the Immortal Alliance and the Ten States lowered their heads, because each of them knew very well that Qiushui was not guilty.

However, in addition to these immature Qiushui disciples, more people's eyes fell on the old men on the altar of the sword mound.

"No more shouting, children, how do you wake up these people who are pretending to be asleep. ”

Sun Wumou stood up and smiled and motioned to the disciples below to be quieter.

"The good and evil of my Qiushui never need to be judged by these outsiders, and I don't need these incompetent rats to save me. ”

His gaze with a look of dismay looked at the cultivators in the ten states through the virtual image, but he just saw a group of cultivators all over his body.

"'Sun Wumou' on Lingyun Pavilion, one sword can be a million divisions, Sun Wumou?!"

Someone recognized this old man, and suddenly there was an uproar in Shizhou.

They didn't expect that this old man, who was once famous all over the world, was still alive!

And the next scene made these cultivators in the ten states turn from an uproar to a dead silence.

"One-eyed red-faced dragon 'Qian Chaosheng'!"

"Amber Sword Zhou Bozhong!"

"The first generation of the owner of the White Garden, why not fight for the man who created the Netherworld!"

These figures seemed to have crawled out of the coffin, and these cultivators were completely in a state of affairs.