"Well, since you have broken it, then you should take the first step, don't worry, your fellow teachers will soon go down to accompany you, and you don't have to be afraid of being alone on Huangquan Road. The phoenix-eyed man slowly bowed his head, the tip of the sword landed on the ground, and said in a strange manner: "I almost forgot, you are a spy of the Tianlong Society planted in the Jixia faction, you have been lurking in the Jixia Mountain all these years, and the task is arduous. ”

"Tong Qingyao don't want to say much, let's do it quickly, this place is not far from the East Courtyard where the disciples of various factions live, and if you delay it any longer, you are afraid that there will be extraneous branches. Master HC's two white eyebrows were connected into a line, and he said in a deep voice.

"Don't be in a hurry. Tong Qingyao didn't have a trace of panic, her eyes rolled but she said calmly: "It's good to let the disciples of all factions see it, let them see the face of this Tianlong Society who has been dormant for many years." ”

The corners of Tong Qingyao's mouth suddenly rose, her eyes suddenly became slits, and her tone was as cold as the frost of the moon: "It's better to push the boat along the water, and push the crime of colluding with the disciples of the Heavenly Dragon Society to slaughter Miao's decent sect on the head of Jixia Mountain." ”

"You!" Bai Yun was furious, his fists clenched, and the sound of bones creaking was recognizable.

Tong Qingyao sneered: "I'm afraid that by then, the hundreds of years of prestige of Jixia Mountain, and even the hat of the first sect in the world, will not be able to be kept." ”

A figure exploded like thunder, and the green shirt didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and his toes floated backwards a little.

Holding the fire is not scorched, the qigong is at divine speed, the sharp nails are into the golden stone, and the cohesion is on the first line. The whole body is as dark as a deep and bottomless night, the sword of the god swept past the eyes with the momentum of rapid electric light, the stone fell into the ancient well gradually rippled, the vigorous qi machine was layered on top of each other, and the diffuse incense mist wrapped around the Ten Thousand Buddha Ping seemed to be dispelled through the air.

The man in the green shirt was a little surprised, this was definitely not a bluffing technique with thunder and rain, and the scene of the white clouds on the bank of the Yangtze River struggling to the death flashed in his heart, only a month or two, and the skill of the Heavenly Dragon Society had improved so rapidly?

A gesture was handed out to welcome the guest, and suddenly, all the qi gathered together, and the momentum was terrifying.

The man in the green shirt had phoenix eyes like silk, swept back to avoid his edge while his big sleeves rose and fell, and the sword shadow in his hand flew sharply, breaking this trick Cangsong to welcome guests, and then his feet kicked in the air and turned over, falling behind Bai Yun with the speed of the wind, and his wrist was sent forward, and the sword stabbed at Bai Yun's back.

The shadow of the sword is like a meteor that is beyond the eye.

At the moment of a thousand shots, Bai Yun was calm and unhurried, and the great inaction was determined to build a body and take root, and the realm advanced by leaps and bounds.

Seeing that his back was about to be stabbed out of a big hole by Tong Qingyao's sword, Bai Yun's body was elegant, like a willow caressing ten miles of Ping Lake, and he didn't see how to rise and fall, one foot was slightly forked, and his body moved, easily avoiding the menacing sword.

The phoenix-eyed green shirt and the long sword in his hand flew like rain, which was really handsome and indescribable, but it was a pity that he was a vicious and scheming man.

Tong Qingyao didn't give up, and after stabbing a sword, the sword momentum suddenly skyrocketed, his arm swept across the air, and the sword style turned from stabbing to sweeping, wanting to cut Bai Yun's waist into two sections.

Bai Yun's wrist turned, and his god rushed out like a dragon, blocking this sweep.

Under the moonlight, the long sword shining with silver light in the hand of the man in the green shirt was on par with the black god, and the blades of the sword were against each other, and no one could move half an inch.

The man in the green shirt snorted heavily, his arm was raised suddenly, the sword moved with his hand, the two long swords were like flints grazing, sparks were intertwined, and then the qi accumulated on the sword suddenly exploded, and the two of them floated backwards.

The white cloth fell, and Tong Qingyao, who was wearing a green shirt, saw clearly the long sword in Bai Yun's hand, which turned out to be a decaying wooden sword that could be destroyed with a snap of his fingers, but what made people puzzled was that after this wooden sword was fiercely entangled with the sharp sword, it seemed that the rotten wood was easy to break but unscathed, which made Tong Qingyao and the white-eyed monk who was watching coldly dumbfounded, could it be that this broken wood was more indestructible than the black gold black iron?

The man in the green shirt didn't believe in evil, and after sneering a few times, he swept out with the wind, and the man in the green shirt had no extra moves, just like a river flooding, forcing the whole body qi to attach to the sword body, and in an instant, the long sword revealed a terrifying cold light.

After the hand-to-hand of the right talent, Bai Yun and Tong Qingyao have figured out each other's depths, although a few moves can be between the electric light and morning dew, one move to dismantle one trick is exquisite, the two of them are difficult to distinguish for a while, but Bai Yun knows very well in his heart, if you want to talk about the sword-style green shirt man can barely make a draw with himself, but if you talk about the strength of your own first entry into the upper realm, the reason is that the power of the string leads the image of Taifeng to jump to the realm, in which the power of the soul plays a pivotal role, it is no wonder that the Tianlong Club and Nangong Xiao Yi will snatch their heads for the ice soul。

In the process of leaping into the upper realm of King Kong, the lake in the body of the great inaction of the floating life to build the foundation, in addition to the vast ice soul breaking power, but also involved in a lot of heaven and earth qi caused by the image of Taifeng, so now the qi in the body is messy, and it has not had time to peel off the cocoon, so although there is a high level of entry into the upper realm, the foundation is unstable, and it is difficult to make the full strength of the upper realm of the string.

Tong Qingyao swept through, like a flying eagle skimming the air, and the long sword in his hand trembled violently and whispered.

Bai Yun felt very strange, and subconsciously grasped the gods, the green shirt phoenix eye actually used the sword to conceive the qi machine, and gave up the sword moves, did he want to put everything on this sword with a desperate gamble, and set a sword with himself?

It wasn't until the next moment that Bai Yun dreamed of it.

The drunkard's intention was not to drink, Tong Qingyao's sword was not coming towards Baiyun, but towards the Shentu Wood Sword in his hand.

Bai Yun suppressed the color of surprise, and immediately injected a steady stream of qi into the gods.

Scarlet and jet-black.

The red mangs are sheng, reflecting the whole sea hall to be extremely weird.

The two swords intertwined again, and the two qi engines collided violently, exploding out of thin air on the Ten Thousand Buddha Flat.

Qingyi and Bai Yun still couldn't tell the winner, and the wooden sword that was as black as the night was really as solid as a rock, and in an instant, the gray robe who had been judging the situation finally made a move, and he attacked from behind, like a flying arrow that swept over a large distance, and slapped his palm at Bai Yun's head.

Life and death hung by a thread, Bai Yun was obviously panicked, but the color of panic flashed, and the god dexterously bypassed the cold light of the long sword body, turning away the momentum of the double sword competition, and the phoenix-eyed man did not take advantage of the victory to chase the poor man, it seemed that he intended to withdraw to dodge, and after collecting the sword, he suddenly floated away.

Bai Yun had no time to take a closer look, and withdrew from the fierce battle with the phoenix-eyed man, and hurriedly looked back at the white-eyed monk who was dealing with the surprise attack.

I didn't hear his palm but heard the applause, the sassy Ling Feng passed through his ears, the green silk of the white clouds and temples danced and flew, and the palm wind was a little dazzling.

After approaching the white clouds, the Hui Cong monk turned into a double palm again, which made the white cloud head without the slightest defense as big as a fight, but he had to stubbornly hand out a sword, the gray-clothed monk's two slightly drooping white eyebrows suddenly gathered, and the two palms clamped the sword body of the god and suddenly exerted force, between the palms seemed to be burning with fire, making the sound of dead branches burning, I thought that this strange look, like a rotten wood-like black wooden sword would be folded into two sections as a response, but let the white-eyed monk exert his strength, always fold the long sword of the god like rotten wood.

Immediately afterwards, the monk of Huicong turned to one side, avoiding the sword of the gods, and slapped Bai Yun's chest with a palm, Bai Yun instantly took a few steps back, and after withdrawing, the phoenix-eyed man who sat on the mountain to watch the tiger fight, saw this scene and was amazed, this strange wooden sword that seemed to be vulnerable, in fact, it had a lot to offer, as for why this wooden sword was so tough, and what kind of material it was forged from outside the sky, everything could not be traced.

Tong Qingyao's heart sank, if the young man in front of him was just an ordinary Tianlong Society spy, no one would believe it, and his heart swept over the bank of the Yangtze River and Lei Yin Temple when he met the scene of the teenager, secretly deducing, the Tianlong Society took root in a corner of the south of the Yangtze River, in order to secretly accumulate strength to avoid the cusp of the rivers and lakes, the layout has always been extremely cautious, the identity of the Tianlong Society spy who is dormant in Jixia Mountain is extraordinary, not only has an unknown friendship with Mu Zhitao, but also has such a strange divine sword in his hand, not to mention whether he is important to the Tianlong Society, if it is really involved and disturbs the layout of the Tianlong Society, The Heavenly Dragon Society will definitely be furious, and when the time comes, the entire Qingxuan Sword Sect will be unable to escape the blame, although tonight's action must sacrifice this Heavenly Dragon Society's chess piece, but it is better not to take action in person.

Tong Qingyao's eyes were cold, she looked at the two people in the struggle, and said secretly in her heart: "If that old bald donkey really wants his life, it would be fine." ”

Muru Mountain is the place of Buddhism, quiet and silent, at this time and in the dead of night, the movement on the Ten Thousand Buddha Ping aroused the suspicion of the disciples of various factions, so they flocked to the Ten Thousand Buddha Ping to find out.

The people of Jixia Mountain are naturally no exception, seeing that the white clouds have disappeared since the evening, everyone rushed to Wanfoping in a hurry.

A group of decent disciples were like a tide, and they surrounded the Ten Thousand Buddha Ping along the edge.

After the people squeezed into the crowd, they found that the figure standing in the center of Wanfoping was Baiyun.

Lin Xueshu and Qi Yuzheng frowned, and there were two figures in front of and behind Baiyun, Tong Qingyao, the eldest disciple of the Qingxuan Sword Sect, and the elder Hui Cong monk of Muru Temple.

Zhang Zishan stood behind Lin Xueshu and Qi Yuzheng, the two senior brothers, and glanced at Chen Jing and Chen Cheng with sideways looks, both of which looked solemn.