You chase me between them.

Agri walked through a dense bush, and just removed the branches that blocked his view, he found that the little Taoist priest had stopped the donkey at his feet, standing in place and looking at him with a smile.

"Stinky boy, why don't you run away?"

Feng Qingyun stood quietly in an open space, looking at the opponent in front of him with an indifferent expression, with a little pity in his eyes, like looking at a dead man, full of indifference, and he didn't even bother to answer him.

Agli was swept away by that look, and suddenly felt a premonition of death.

This trace of vigilance in his heart was immediately left behind by himself, Agli hated Feng Qingyun's eyes very much, and he actually read a condescending feeling in that eye.

Thinking of this, Agli rushed to his head with a burst of anger, how could he care so much, and yelled:

"Little brute, what kind of eyes are you, you are looking for death!"

Raising the steel knife in his hand, he rushed up and killed him.

"Idiot..."

Spit out two words in his heart, Feng Qingyun put his hands behind his back, his toes were lightly touched, and his body was like a swift crane, and he took off into the air in a dashing manner.

Agli rushed forward, and the steel knife in his hand had infinite changes in his back moves, but Feng Qingyun gently jumped back, and it was immediately completely cracked.

After a slight pause in place, Agli squatted with his legs and exerted his strength, and his body swooped straight forward, instantly narrowing the distance between him and Feng Qingyun, and the steel knife in his hand was also wrapped around a faint gang qi, exuding a fierce murderous aura.

When he was half a meter away from Feng Qingyun, Agli swung the steel knife in his hand left and right rapidly, and the knife wind formed a crab claw-like arc, directly taking Feng Qingyun's face:

"Blue level knife technique: scorpion pincer scissors. ”。

Looking at the staggered sword shadows with a calm face, Feng Qingyun raised his left hand unhurriedly, and the internal force instantly condensed on the tip of his index finger, and he moved forward a little harder, and a fierce sword qi shot out...

"Heart-Ruthless Trick - Da Chong Sword!"

An invisible force collided in an instant, Agri's face changed drastically, the steel knife in his hand seemed to be hit by a flying cannonball, and the huge anti-shock force made his mouth hurt, and his feet retreated more than a dozen steps before he stopped his body in embarrassment.

"What kind of sorcery are you?"

The right hand holding the knife was painful and numb, and Agri's breath was chaotic, and he asked inwardly.

Feng Qingyun fell to the ground gently, slowly raised his left hand, looked at the tip of his index finger, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, looking very satisfied with the power of this martial art.

Frustration and fear made Agli even more angry, the muscles of his whole body tensed, he clenched his teeth, his face trembled slightly, and he rushed towards Feng Qingyun again.

Looking at himself Agli who was rushing towards him, the corners of Feng Qingyun's mouth showed a disdainful smile, and the left hand in front of him stretched forward again, pinching his thumb and middle finger and ring finger together, and only stretched out his index finger and little finger.

Towards the front, suddenly, on the outstretched fingertips, two sword qi shot out one after the other:

"Heart Anger Trick - Big Rush Sword" "Mood Trick - Less Rush Sword"

Seeing Feng Qingyun raise his hand, Agli immediately held the knife with both hands vigilantly, protecting the front, and in the next moment, he saw that the air in front of him seemed to be torn open by a fast-passing airflow, and shot straight towards his face.

"When, When, When..."

At the last moment, Agli raised the steel knife in his hand flat, and used the wide knife surface to block it, and in an instant, there were several muffled sounds on the knife surface.

In this sword qi, there were actually several layers of dark energy in a row, which were superimposed layer by layer on the same force point, directly breaking the steel knife in Agri's hand into crack-like shatters.

Finally survived the first sword qi, and the corner of Agri's eyes swept away, but he found that there was a small sword qi that came to his elbow.

That translucent sword qi drew a strange arc in mid-air, sweeping towards his body from the side.

At the critical moment, Agli instantly burst out with the strength of his whole body, almost twisted his body 180 degrees, wrapped the steel knife in his hand with internal force, and slashed at the sword qi with all his might.

But what happened in the next moment made Agri's eyes widen instantly.

That sword qi, which was actually in the air, suddenly turned a corner!

Everyone is sword qi, why are you so good!

That sword qi twisted in the air, avoiding the steel knife that ushered in, and instantly circled behind Agri.

The sword qi shot in from behind, shot out from his right chest, penetrated Agri's chest, and directly opened a hole in his right lung.

The injured lung suddenly lost its function, and the bursts of severe pain and suffocation made Agli weakly drop the steel knife in his hand, his legs weakened, and he fell to the ground.

You must know that every advantage in martial arts, internal force, moves, and even the level of weapons will become the key to determining victory or defeat between martial artists of the same level.

In the past, Feng Qingyun, although he had high-grade swordsmanship and sword skills, his cultivation was not deep enough to rely on his moves to overwhelm his opponent. Although there are several sets of divine skills coexisting in the body, and the total amount of internal strength is the highest among martial artists of the same age, but several sets of exercises cannot be integrated and cannot give full play to their own advantages.

But today's Feng Qingyun seems to have inadvertently found a path of martial arts that suits him.

According to Feng Qingyun's understanding, his martial arts realm was in the middle of the Qi Refining Realm, that is, the strength of the fifth layer of the Qi Refining Realm, and the three peerless internal skills made his internal strength several times higher than that of his peers.

What more subtle sword moves!

What more unbeatable knife skills!

For Feng Qingyun, these advanced martial arts are like difficult gymnastics movements in the Olympic Games, although they sound very sharp, as long as you don't practice deeply, they are useless.

Simple! Rough!

is the most effective kung fu!

I am refining the fifth layer of the Qi Realm, I have more than thirty years of strong internal strength, plus a yellow-level sword qi mastery, these advantages are perfectly combined, and I also play some fancy moves with martial artists of the same level.

It's just a tough face!

Just ask a martial artist of the same level, who can catch my majestic sword qi one after another.

"It's too easy to win..."

Feng Qingyun shrugged his shoulders, sighed in his heart, glanced at Agli, who was kneeling on the ground, who had already breathed more and less air, and muttered to himself:

"Three moves, just three moves. There is no hand-to-hand combat, no life-and-death fighting, and there is no complicated move competition, facing the enemy head-on, a martial artist with a similar realm to me, the three sword qi will hang?"

That Agri, with blood spitting from his mouth, was also full of disbelief, and his dilated pupils kept trembling, declaring the incomparable horror in his heart.

"I can't even catch your three moves, you... Are you a martial artist of the Innate Realm?"

Helplessly, Feng Qingyun didn't bother to explain to a dead man, and slowly walked in front of Agri, looking at him with a cold look in his eyes.

Then a purple soldier Xie Guanghua emerged from his body, turned into a glass ring knife, and held it in his hand out of thin air.

The murderous intent in his eyes flashed, aiming at the back of Agri's neck, and his hand rose and fell.