"Oh, that's a pity. ”

Beside Huang Chang, Jin Rong couldn't help muttering softly when he saw the other party blocking Murong Ying's killer blow.

- Many people know that Murong Ying has a flying sword, but not many have really seen it. And Murong Ying also took advantage of this, and mixed the Leek Leaf Qingshuang Sword into his sword box magic weapon, and used it to use it for Yin people.

The previous golden light sword qi was actually the effect of the sword box magic weapon on Murong Ying's back - the sharp aura of the sword that was accumulated and nurtured in it turned into sword qi and released it at one time. The more swords hidden in the box, the better the quality, of course, the core point is that the cultivation time is long enough, and the more powerful the sword qi will be.

This magic weapon is a golden attribute, which is quite consistent with Murong Ying's own exercises, and it is easy to use. In particular, Murong Ying hid the Leek Leaf Qingshuang Sword inside, and released it together with the sword qi hidden in the box. People who don't know often see that sword qi is huge, and they think that they have avoided the flying sword when they dodge it, and when their minds are relaxed, it is easy to be successfully attacked by the Qingshuang Sword - so sword cultivation can occasionally be cunning.

However, this Li Zhuang Master is really not an ordinary person, his mind has not relaxed, and he has continuously dodged the set of blocks in a row, no wonder Jin Rong wants to say a pity.

But Huang Chang's gaze swept over the few people opposite, especially that Chongyue, who opened his mouth and stammered, which must have been very frightened. But at least he has insight, and this trick will not be able to reach him in the future, which is a pity.

- Therefore, whether it is a monk or a warrior, if there are any grievances between each other, most of them are resolved privately in the deep mountains and old forests, and few are willing to fight in public. Not to mention that it is easy to be sneak attacked, his own tricks and secret skills are often seen by others, and then they are spread around.

And this is also the reason why those famous old-timers often capsize in the gutter - there are too many people who know their details, and not all of them can keep a hand.

Of course, Murong Ying didn't care much about this, his hidden sword qi and flying sword were released at the same time, and it was only a matter of convenience, and it was best to succeed in a sneak attack, and if it didn't work, it would be just a fight-I also knew that this kind of trick must have been Huang Chang's idea for him, and with Murong Ying's own character, he was not interested in playing this kind of trick.

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Later, the battle situation on the field changed again, Murong Ying no longer kept his hand, and the natal flying sword released was like a swimming fish, flying up and down around Li Hanqiu's side. If the opponent's defense is slightly flawed, he will rush in and drill his heart with a sword.

It is also thanks to Li Hanqiu's martial arts achievements, and he has long passed the stage of relying on his eyes and ears to judge danger. The monk's mind is extremely sharp, and the places around him are all within the range of his spiritual sense, and his movements and reactions are extremely fast. At the same time, the purple short sword in his left hand also has a miracle, it can be taken off for a short time, and it also has the ability of a flying sword. Parrying and blocking, very wishy-washy.

Huang Chang looked at it for a while, but gradually understood why this Li Hanqiu was desperate to fight with the sword cultivator - he himself was probably also practicing the flying sword technique, and that purple short sword seemed to be the sword embryo he had prepared for himself. The quality of the short sword is good, but it doesn't seem to have a corresponding sword trick to match, so this Li Zhuang master is actually trying to explore on his own, so he needs to increase his experience by fighting with the sword cultivator.

This method is extremely dangerous, and generally no one dares to play like this - it is too long to expect to be able to "steal the art of learning" from the sword cultivators who are famous for killing. But Li Hanqiu dared to do this, and directly found Murong Ying, who was indeed a master of art and bold.

What Huang Chang could see, Murong Ying naturally wouldn't be unaware of, although it was a little later than Huang Chang who was watching, but he soon discovered it.

With Murong Ying's pride, he found that he was actually used as a grinding stone, and his heart was on fire. However, he is arrogant, but he never holds up in the fight, and he will not rashly lose an inch because of anger. The movements of the hands are still calm and calm, and there is no impatience.

But the overall situation has changed very quickly - originally Murong Ying may still have the idea of learning from the same way, and it is more difficult to start, but there will be no more at this time, it is really a life-and-death fight. The flying sword around him and Li Hanqiu became more and more agile, flying around to search for flaws, even if Li Hanqiu reacted quickly, it was impossible to completely resist it, and he was injured after a while.

The two fought for a while, and Murong Ying's offensive became more and more fierce, one sword was as fast as a sword - the same was true of the sword in his hand and the flying sword beside him, Li Hanqiu's side became more and more scrambling, and the purple short sword was also overwhelmed.

Finally, with a loud shout, the long sword in Murong Ying's hand turned into a ball of light, and the middle palace went straight to the other party's key point. And the Qingshuang Sword is also in line with his heart, and at the same time attacks Li Hanqiu's heart, the simplest front and back attack, the move is simple, but the most deadly.

This was Murong Ying's attack that had been brewing for a long time, and Li Hanqiu couldn't avoid this blow, but in a hurry, he still judged the priority, and the purple sword in his left hand soared into the air, jumping up to block the sneak attack of the Qingshuang Sword from the rear - that psychic flying sword was specialized in killing, and it must not be allowed to find an opportunity.

But for the frontal attack, he was a little careless, so he had to deflect his body slightly, dodging the heart of the chest, and let this sword pierce him in the right chest, where it was not so deadly.

But Li Hanqiu was a martial arts powerhouse after all, and even under such harsh conditions, he still tried his best to fight back - he actually held his breath and drove his body muscles to clamp the sword body, so as to restrict Murong Ying's activities. At the same time, regardless of the tearing of the wound, he rushed forward and stabbed the opponent with the Qiushui Sword in his right hand, putting on a posture of ending up together.

Very brave, but unfortunately useless - Murong Ying has fought many times with all kinds of demons and ghosts, and never thinks that hitting the target is equal to victory. Li Hanqiu's move is indeed brave enough for human beings, but in the group of monsters with rough skin and thick flesh, it can only be regarded as a basic operation - how many monsters can fight to the death after being beaten without arms and legs. Use your body to hold your opponent's weapon hostage?

Murong Ying's face remained unchanged, the hand holding the sword had already let go, and with a slight movement of his palm, another green steel sword suddenly jumped out of the sword box behind him, turning up from the bottom to the top, and its jumping route echoed the direction of Murong Ying's palm.

When it fell into Murong Ying's hands, he took advantage of the situation and continued to stab Li Hanqiu in the throat with a sword, without pausing at all. At the same time, he didn't care about the latter's Qiushui sword that stabbed at him, and actually put on a posture of not hesitating to lose both, or planning to die together.

Li Hanqiu frowned, and a wave of anger swelled in his heart-you are a famous disciple, so you dare to look down on me like this?