Chongyang heavy sword is completely different from the usual flying sword, no blade and no edge, three feet three inches long, two inches and seven minutes wide, eight points thick, and weighs eighty catties, not so much a "sword", but a flat iron bar, in a sense, Chongyang sword spectrum and crazy devil stick method have similarities, it may not be difficult to defeat Xin Laoqi, but it is not easy to guide him in swordsmanship as an elder. Li Shaoyu squeezed him intentionally or unintentionally, Wei Qiqi muttered a few words secretly, and it was inconvenient to shirk it in front of everyone's eyes, so he had to step forward slowly and said lightly: "Don't dare, senior brother is loved, I dare not be ashamed." ”

Li Shaoyu smiled and said: "Senior brother don't be polite, back then in the Chixia Valley, you connected Li Dushen Tuping, and competed with Ding Yilu Cao Yu, the four battles were wonderful, and the foolish brother benefited a lot, and he was willing to bow down!"

Wei Qiqi glanced at him, and when he saw that he was calm, he had to smile bitterly.

Song Yun almost laughed when he heard it, at first he thought that Li Shaoyu was resentful and deliberately made things difficult for Wei Qiqi, but later looked at his expression and listened to his tone, only to realize that he was sincerely thinking so. That year, the sword discussion in Chixia Valley was presided over by Qin Zijie of the Five Elements Sect, and only Yu Yao was present under the Hook and Sickle Sect, she didn't care at first, but she was teased by Li Shaoyu with a few words, but she was a little curious, and she was worried about finding an opportunity to ask for details.

Catch the duck on the shelf, it is difficult to ride a tiger, Wei Qiqi thought about the countermeasures, step by step towards Xin Laoqi, pointing is different from the competition, if he understands well, it is like using cricket grass to tease the cricket, so that his strengths and weaknesses are revealed, if he uses an iron rod to fight hard with a heavy sword, and comprehensively suppresses it, it will only make people laugh and fail to achieve the goal. It's nerve-wracking......

The two of them are getting closer and closer, Xin Laoqi's muscles are tense, his blood is boiling, he has been defeated by Wei XVII three times, he has long regarded him as a fateful opponent, a lifelong enemy, tempering his own stone, "pointing" Yunyun, just polite words on the scene, he is eager to fight with him, see who can have the last laugh!

The best attack range of the Chongyang Heavy Sword is one foot to one zhang in front of the body, too close, it can't give full play to the advantage of the heavy sword's strong sinking, too far, the heavy sword whirlwind changes and is slightly sluggish, but just one zhang away from Xin Laoqi, Wei Qiqi suddenly stopped.

The arrow was on the string, and he had to send it, Xin Laoqi urged the sword species, shook it suddenly, and the heavy sword flew out of his hand, with a choking sound, and pulled out a swarthy iron chain from the hilt of the sword, with an iron ring tied at the end, firmly buckled in his palm.

Wei Qiqi turned his mind with thoughts, and flashed calmly, Xin Laoqi saw it clearly, shook the iron chain, changed the direction of the heavy sword, turned into a black light, and went straight to his chest and abdomen, the speed was a few points slower than that of ordinary flying swords, but the strength was unusually large, as long as it was a little bit, it would be the end of broken tendons.

Xin Lao Qi knew that the heavy sword was naturally invincible against ordinary sword cultivation, but Wei Qiqi was a physical cultivator, and he could suppress him steadily with just an iron rod, and it was a means to press the bottom of the box as soon as he made a move.

It's not that Chongyang Heavy Sword can't fly, it's just that it doesn't fly.

Wei Seventeen's body is like electricity, not retreating but advancing, grabbing a zhang in front of the opponent, Xin Laoqi shouted: "It's good!" The wrist flipped sharply, and the iron chain shook out dozens of circles, large and small, obliquely round and flat, rings in the circle, overlapping and overlapping, one circle was not, one circle was born, and the heavy sword was like a bloodthirsty shark, cruising outside the circle, waiting for the opportunity to pounce forward and launch a fatal blow.

The iron chain was quickly tightened, but it was empty, and Wei Qiqi was like a ghost, and he got out of the encirclement and stood with his hands in his hands. Li Shaoyu was stunned for a moment, and then remembered the battle between Wei Seventeen and Ding Yiyu when the sword was discussed in Chixia Valley, and Ding Yiyu relied on the same secret technique at that time, and turned the crisis into safety twice.

Li Muzi sighed, quite surprised, he studied under Elder Lu Pinglu, and naturally knew that Wei Qiqi was performing the "Ghost Shadow Step".

Xin Laoqi missed a blow, knowing that the same move was useless to him, and the biggest weakness of Chongyang Heavy Sword was that it was slow and couldn't keep up with his elusive body. At that moment, Xin Laoqi withdrew his heavy sword, flattened it on his chest, and waited for Wei XVII to make a "point".

Wei Qiqi suddenly had a bad taste, and with a flick of his fingers, a blue and faint sword pill flew out, slowly rotating around his body, up and down, left and right, drawing circles one after another, but unfortunately no one in front of him could comprehend the deep meaning.

"Hey, is it a sword pill?" Song Yun thought for a moment, it seemed that Wei Qiqi had embarked on the old path of Jiang Yongshou and Pan Yun, and he didn't know how far he could go this time.

Wei Qiqi clasped his elbows with both hands, approaching unhurriedly, Xin Laoqi roared, the muscles of his body bulged, he gritted his teeth, and the green tendons the thickness of his little finger bulged out on his neck, and he rushed forward with a heavy sword, and before he got close, the sword pill had already flown out like a meteor, and with a bang, a flying sword less than three feet popped out, turning into a looming blue light.

The Tibetan Snow Sword was mixed with a little Ugin and undersea cold iron when casting, and it was already known for its speed, but afterwards Wei Qiqi used Danhuo to merge into a fist-sized piece of Ugin in the Chixia Valley, and his speed increased by a few points.

The Tibetan snow sword shuttled in the void, looking ahead, suddenly behind, Xin Lao's hair stood upside down, feeling a great threat, as long as he was a little relaxed, the flying sword would find a gap and pierce into his vital point, and he couldn't protect himself for a while, where could he still take care of moving and looking for fighters. When Wei XVII's swordsmanship was not yet completed, he also encountered the same dilemma, but he was successful in refining his body, mainly with iron rods, supplemented by the Tibetan Snow Sword, and naturally he could use all kinds of means to reverse the disadvantage, Xin Laoqi's tactics were too simple, once the heavy sword was restrained, he could only be tired of parrying and unable to fight back.

In just a moment, the pros and cons of the Chongyang Heavy Sword were exposed, and Wei Qiqi saw that it was almost over, and withdrew the Zangxue Sword, still turning it into a sword pill and retracting it in his hand. Xin Laoqi was under light pressure, supported the ground with a heavy sword, his clothes were soaked with sweat, he was panting, and he reluctantly said: "Thank you Uncle for your guidance, be a nephew...... That one...... It has benefited a lot......" He felt bitter in his mouth, and he didn't know what to say.

Li Shaoyu was a little melancholy, he knew that Wei Qiqi was very strong, but he didn't expect that after the farewell of Chixia Valley, he would be so strong as to be like this. He asked himself, feeling that even if he had two swords together, he would not be Wei Qiqi's opponent, and at this time, on Xianyun Peak, I am afraid that only Lu Wei could suppress him steadily.

This sword practice came to an end for the time being, and Li Shaoyu finally nodded a few words from Xin Laoyu without pain or itching, and everyone dispersed. Qin Zhen stood beside Wei Qiqi, following the same steps, Li Shaoyu was quite eye-catching, but he didn't know, say hello to him, and say goodbye, Song Yun was worried about Yu Yao, a little resentful in his heart, and deliberately reminded him that since he came to Xianyun Peak, don't forget to go to the back mountain to meet "Senior Sister Lu".

After a while, there was no one else in the forest, only the sound of the wind whimpering, and the remnant snow dimmed.