After listening to Nangong Chi and Yuan Songxi's words of relief, Peng Shuying's heart felt a lot better.

Compared with these two broad-minded senior brothers, Tao Xun's image was immediately dwarfed, and it didn't take long for Peng Shuying to shake her head and sigh:

"Alas, the mind of the head and Senior Brother Yuan is really admirable! It's a pity that some people look the same age, but they always look like they have a small belly and chicken intestines......"

Hearing this, Tao Xun, who was standing on the side, of course understood that this was said to himself, and said with a look of grievance:

"Senior Sister Peng, didn't I already compensate you just now, why don't you still refuse to let go of the old man? The old man just wanted to pay him a few words back, but he inadvertently hurt you. Alas, you can spare the old man this time. ”

didn't wait for Peng Shuying's reply, Li Persimmon, who hadn't opened his mouth for a long time, suddenly spoke unhappily:

"Old man Tao, when did I make fun of you? Why are you spewing blood? Did you take the initiative to find trouble?"

"Hey, you still don't admit it? When you said that Sanke and their group were in the past, you didn't laugh at the old man! Why, do you dare to do it now?"

"Oh, what did you say at that moment?" Hearing this, Li Persimmon said with a smile: "Hehe, who let you talk nonsense, that is what you should scold and deserve! What do you have to do with the old man?"

"You!" Seeing that the other party was so arrogant, Tao Xun immediately rolled up his sleeves and took a step forward and said:

"Senior Sister Peng, listen to what he said, this is the demeanor of the elder? surnamed Li, the old man has not had time to discuss with you in order to prepare for the sky-breaking event for more than a month, are you itchy again?

"Haha, you are a defeated general, and you dare to provoke?" After a loud laugh, I listened to Li Persimmon reply confrontingly:

"Don't worry! If you want to find an old man, you will be your companion! Not to mention, I really have a little itchy hands after watching the disciples dance with knives and guns for a day......

Seeing that Li Persimmon and Tao Xun were fighting again, and this time they also made an appointment to fight, Yuan Songxi and Nangong Chi on the side had to smile bitterly and shake their heads. After smiling at each other, he ignored the two and turned his head to look at the screen.

......

In the Broken Hollow Valley, there is an open space about three kilometers northwest of the center of the valley.

In the center of this place stood a man wearing golden armor and holding a golden long sword, which was Yuan Songxi's first disciple - Yuan Haotian.

At this moment, Yuan Haotian was like a god of war descending to earth, standing in the middle of the field. With a smile on his face, he stared at Zhiyun opposite.

After dozens of rounds, Yuan Haotian seemed to disdain his old opponent on the surface, but in fact, he secretly admired him.

Among the many young disciples, except for Zhi Yun, there were really few people who could withstand all their attacks so calmly and without leaking.

Ke Zhiyun not only did it, but he was also able to give himself a counterattack in a tight attack. For that reason, he is definitely a formidable opponent.

And today, to meet this respectable opponent on such an important occasion, Yuan Haotian is also extremely excited!

Because he had long been dissatisfied with the title of "Nangong Shuangxiong," he wanted to make a name for himself in this battle! Among the young disciples of Nangong Gate, no one could match him! He, Yuan Haotian, was not one of the "Two Heroes," but the only hero!

With such an original intention, I heard Yuan Haotian shout loudly in the sky, Jin Xia's sword slashed the ground and pointed at the ground, and the starting move was to pick the stars and capture the moon, turning into a meteor and attacking the long-guarded Zhiyun.

Looking at the opposite side, dressed in a simple gray robe and an ordinary steel long sword, Zhiyun was like a deep lake, waiting for the arrival of that golden light.

It wasn't until the majestic attack was only a few meters away from him that Zhi Yun held the sword in his right hand and pulled out a gorgeous sword flower.

At the same time, leaning down, the moment he dodged the golden light, a dazzling silver light also quickly swept towards Yuan Haotian's feet, and defused the opponent's offensive with a move of defending the wind and attacking the clouds.

Whether in terms of momentum or scene, Zhiyun does not fall behind. If you only talk about calm bearing, he is slightly better.

However, this does not mean that Zhiyun is really sure to win. As the war continued to escalate, in fact, his mentality became more and more anxious.

Because he knew very well that if it dragged on like this, the situation would be very unfavorable to their group.

Although in terms of cultivation and combat power, he is not inferior to his old opponent Yuan Haotian. But if he wants to divide the winner in a moment or three, he can't do it. It is equivalent to being tied to his own battle, and he has no time to help.

Since then, the key point of this battle has shifted to Nangong Qing and Sun Xiaowen.

Nangong Qing's side is slightly better, although her cultivation is not as good as Ye Xinran, but she still sees the past on the scene, and she will not be defeated for a while.

But Sun Xiaowen, who has the lowest cultivation, is already in danger at the moment.

Under Duan Jingchong's frequent consumption, her expression was slightly tired. Aside from passive defense and dodging, there is simply no time to counterattack. If you continue like this, you will be defeated by your opponent sooner or later.

If Xiaowen loses, it is almost impossible for them to win with two enemies and three enemies.

Therefore, Zhiyun's mood at this time was completely different from Yuan Haotian's.

The opponent can consume as much as he wants, but if Zhiyun wants to win, they must defeat their opponent as soon as possible to turn the situation around.

Although he knew that it was difficult, he had no choice but to win Zhiyun, and with a low roar, the long sword in his right hand took the initiative to rush towards Yuan Haotian......

In the second battle group, Ye Xinran, who was wearing a white Tai Chi suit, and Nangong Qingzheng, who was wearing a black tight-fitting suit, were entangled together.

Although Nangong Qing's cultivation was one level lower than Ye Xinran's, she was not afraid of it. On the contrary, he held the sword in his right hand, his steps were light, and he kept jumping under the shroud of Ye Xinran's phoenix tail whip.

I saw that she was sometimes high and low, sometimes left and sometimes right, constantly looking for opportunities to attack.

But whenever she wanted to break the enemy at close range, the phoenix tail whip in Ye Xinran's hand would suddenly change, turning from a big net to a hundred spirit snakes, blocking Nangong Qing's way, forcing her to retreat again and again, unable to get close.

Dozens of trials have yielded the same results.

Looking at Senior Sister Ye who was smiling calmly, Nangong Qing knew in her heart that it was impossible to break through the opponent's tight defense with this style of play.

If she continues to be entangled like this, let alone help Senior Sister Xiaowen who is in trouble, she is afraid that she will even lose the ability to protect herself, and the more she drags it back, the more it will be detrimental to herself.

So after a light sigh, Nangong Qing simply turned his heart sideways, pulled out a peculiar sword flower with his right hand, and put his left hand on his chest to make a seal.

At a glance, she knew that she was planning to use the Nangong Thirteen Swords to pry open the door of the opponent's defense!

(End of chapter)