"Please. Nezha didn't talk nonsense, and nodded with a smile.

Zhao Xueru is at the peak of martial arts, but for Nezha at this time, there is no difference compared to others.

"Huh!", a strange light flashed in Nezha's eyes, and he saw a sword light suddenly fly out of Zhao Xueru's hand, accompanied by a cold murderous aura!

"Bang!", Nezha's robe swelled suddenly, and his palm had already slapped on this sword light.

"Ding!" The sword light fell directly behind Nezha and inserted it into the ground!

"Be careful!" At this time, an exclamation suddenly came from the side, Nezha frowned, and a faster streamer crossed the corner of his eye, directly at Nezha's head!

"Flying sword?" Nezha flashed this thought, and his heart was suddenly shocked.

The flying sword is also known for its attack power in the wilderness, and he also practiced swordsmanship back then.

I didn't expect to use the flying sword technique from a woman at this time?!

The hairs on his body suddenly stood up, and this sword light appeared too suddenly, and the sword qi that Nezha had scattered before turned out to be deliberately released by Zhao Xueru to attract Nezha's attention.

And the killer move followed with a sword!

"It's good!" Nezha didn't have time to think about it, his right hand suddenly poked out from an incredible angle, and then slapped heavily on the sword that suddenly appeared.

A cold aura erupted at the moment of contact, wanting to invade Nezha's body.

However, it was like a candle flame wanting to ignite the river, and it was directly extinguished by the spiritual power in Nezha's body silently.

But Nezha's hand shook, and his body couldn't help but take a step back, but as soon as his steps turned, Zuo Tuo also popped out from behind and grasped a sword that was constantly trembling viciously.

"Interesting. A smile appeared at the corner of Nezha's mouth, and his left hand suddenly clenched hard, and the sword in his hand suddenly let out a wail and stopped trembling.

Nezha was originally startled, thinking that it was really a flying sword, but at this time, Zhao Xueru's swordsmanship was superb, and he actually used spiritual power to control the sword to fly out of the body, injuring the enemy ten meters away from his body, and even several sword lights came out one after another.

If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would have been tricked, but Nezha had already understood in his heart when he came into contact with the first sword light, and the Yin God suddenly inspected the surroundings, and those sword lights seemed to be silently approaching, and they could not even withstand the fluctuation of spiritual power, but they were extremely clear in Nezha's mind.

"Senior Sister Zhao, concede. Nezha smiled and threw the sword in his hand directly behind him.

The first sword is a sword used by ordinary women, but the last two are only one foot long, and they are short swords.

In Nezha's impression, this kind of sword is called the mother and son sword.

"I throw in the towel. Zhao Xueru nodded, her eyes fell on her three swords with some reluctance, and she hesitated for a moment without opening her mouth to ask for it.

"This fellow Daoist, please. Nezha's gaze took the initiative to fall on the young man beside Xie Fei who had been silent this time.

"It's up to you. Xie Fei's face was gloomy, and then he patted Zhou Pengcheng's shoulder vigorously, turned around, and when everyone was not paying attention, a small thing landed in Zhou Pengcheng's palm.

A trace of hesitation flashed on Zhou Pengcheng's face, but feeling Xie Fei's gaze, he nodded silently and clenched the things in his hand.

"Qiandao Lake Zhou Pengcheng, please advise. Zhou Pengcheng walked slowly to the center and stood opposite Nezha.

"Please. ”

"Please!"

As soon as the two sides finished speaking, they turned into two afterimages almost at the same time.

With a "boom", a powerful True Qi collided together, setting off a violent wind and swept down in all directions.

However, a hazy light sounded, and the wind spread more than ten meters before it was blocked.

The two of them parted with a touch, concentrating on each other.

"Are you a martial artist?" Zhou Pengcheng suddenly said.

And the faces of the people in Qiandao Lake also became extremely ugly, and then a wave of anger welled up in their hearts.

"What a Water Mirror Sect!" Xie Fei's face was full of anger, he looked at Feng Qingyun and said, "It's really shameful that a Martial Sect cultivator is disguised as a Martial Master cultivator!"

"Hehe, when did I tell you that Nezha is a martial artist cultivator?" Feng Qingyun showed a mocking look on his face, and said with a sneer, "If it is really shameless, I don't think anyone can compare to Elder Xie to let the disciple fight in wheels, not to mention that your disciple is a martial arts cultivator." ”

"You ......" Xie Fei's face was like swallowing a fly.

"If Nezha is really a martial artist cultivator, should I use a martial artist to fight against a group of you martial artists and then fight for the strong men of the Martial Sect?" am I stupid or do you have no brains, dare to think about this?" Feng Qingyun said mockingly again without hesitation.

"Hmph, even if it's a martial arts sect, you're going to lose today!" Xie Fei suddenly thought of something, the corners of his mouth suddenly sneered, and he turned his head and stopped paying attention to Feng Qingyun.

"This guy must have some conspiracy!" Feng Qingyun knows a little bit about Xie Fei, he likes to play tricks, and although he is a martial king, he does not have the bearing of a martial king.

There have been acts of personally bullying the younger generations, which is despicable.

"Senior sister, don't worry, this is our Water Mirror Sect, no matter what careful thoughts he has, don't think about tricks. Li Jingyue's eyes fell on Xie Fei and shook her head.

"What my sister said is, I want to see what kind of face he will look like when he loses. Feng Qingyun said.

Thinking of taking back what the master had lost this time, my heart was excited.

And after listening to Zhao Pengcheng's words, Nezha smiled slightly: "It's just a fluke some time ago, let Senior Brother Zhao laugh." ”

"Why do you have to hide it at this time?" Zhao Pengcheng's eyes sparkled.

Nezha's palm just now is not the strong spiritual power that a newcomer to the Martial Sect can have.

"There is no need to lie. Nezha shook his head, "Continue?"

"Okay!" Zhao Pengcheng nodded, and slowly pulled out the sword at his waist, "Since they are all martial arts, don't blame me for showing mercy to my subordinates." ”

"That's good, it's like seeing the sword technique of Qiandao Lake. Nezha said.

Zhao Pengcheng's whole person suddenly jumped in front of Nezha, the sword light flashed, and a whimpering sound accompanied by the sound of rushing water suddenly wanted to sound, and the surrounding spiritual power seemed to be affected, twisted and twitched.

"A sword technique that can only be practiced by a core disciple of Qiandao Lake?" and said that this person is not a core disciple!" Feng Qingyun's face changed, and his eyes were extremely cold.

As soon as the sound of "Ding ......" wind and clouds fell, a crisp sound sounded again, and the sound of water and whimpering seemed to be cut off abruptly and disappeared suddenly.

"Concession!" Nezha stood in the middle of the field, and actually grabbed the sword in Zhao Pengcheng's hand with his bare hands.

"You ......" Zhao Pengcheng's face changed.

"I'll take the sword. Nezha suddenly laughed, his palm suddenly forced, and the sword in his hand suddenly twisted!

Zhao Pengcheng's wrist shook, and he subconsciously let go of his palm.

"You've lost. Feng Qingyun stood up proudly.

"I'm sorry. Zhao Pengcheng showed a hint of struggle on his face and glanced at Nezha.

The black light flashed in his hand, and a strong sense of oppression and crisis suddenly descended on Nezha's heart!