"Senior Sister Mao is so strong. ”

"Nonsense, Senior Sister Mao is only fifteen years old now, and she already has the sevenfold cultivation of the Tibetan Qi Realm, and in time, she will definitely be the number one master of my sword painting sect. ”

Many of the male disciples of the Sword Painting School were full of interest, and as for the female disciples, in addition to admiration, there was also a hint of jealousy.

Since Mao Wenjing joined the Sword Painting School, from the head of the family to the miscellaneous servants, there is no one who doesn't look at her differently, even some older disciples, because of her own temperament, are willing to call her a senior sister.

After Mao Wenjing retreated, everyone's eyes fell on Shi Xiaole, and everyone who was still laughing suddenly quieted down.

Compared with the first three personal disciples, Shi Xiaole was more than a grade behind, which made everyone very worried. It's not that I'm worried about Shi Xiaole's safety, but I'm worried that he will lose the face of the Sword Painting Sect.

"Master, I want to play. ”

On the side of the Dust Gate, a disciple automatically came out to ask for battle, and it turned out to be Qi Hui.

was rescued by Shi Xiaole twice in a row, Qi Hui didn't have much gratitude in his heart, only full of jealousy and anger. He was jealous of Shi Xiaole's sincere admiration for his eldest brother, and he was even more angry that Zhao Molan ignored him because of Shi Xiaole.

Hmph, if you weren't injured last time, why does the master need you to save me?

Qi Hui stared at Shi Xiaole and clenched the sword in his hand.

"Brother, you ......"

"Senior Brother Qi, you are really disappointing. ”

Qi Guang and Zhao Molan both looked away.

Qi Hui laughed, and after getting Hua Chaoqun's acquiescence, a few flew and landed opposite Shi Xiaole.

"No more nonsense, let's shoot. ”

Afraid that Qi Hui would say what he was doing under the mountain, Shi Xiaole urged.

"Since you can't wait to lose face, I'll fulfill you. ”

With the cultivation of the early stage of the sixfold Tibetan qi, Qi Hui was full of confidence, and with a swipe, he made a move, and as soon as he made a move, he was a third-rate middle-grade swordsmanship of the dust gate, and the Xuanfeng twenty-five swords.

The sword light continued, stirring up a light breeze that seemed to be nothing, and Shi Xiaole suddenly felt that he was shrouded and difficult to escape.

Don't think about it, he stabbed out with a sword, and it was still a basic swordsmanship.

Sonorous.

The twin swords struck and the sparks splashed. As soon as Qi Hui came up, he tried his best, and the sword stabbed at Shi Xiaole's fatal part, and many people frowned.

Soon, Shi Xiaole was forced to the downside.

"That's all there is to it?"

Qi Hui sneered, remembering Shi Xiaole's swordsmanship to kill the thin old man, the attack became even more violent, and he didn't give him the opportunity to change his sword moves.

"You're going to fight with me? ”

Seeing a flaw in the other party, Shi Xiaole rushed straight ahead, and while the empty door was wide open, the tip of the sword also pointed at Qi Hui's chest, as if it was a posture of ending up together.

How many people present, including Qi Hui, have seen this kind of deadly play?

Qi Hui had to put away his sword and return to defense.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Shi Xiaole opened and closed wide, and continued to attack like a fierce tiger out of the gate.

Due to the presence of everyone from the Sword Painting Sect, Shi Xiaole's proud martial arts could hardly be displayed, otherwise it would be a big trouble for others to ask.

Fortunately, he cultivated the Huashan swordsmanship to the realm of transformation, so as long as he split it into many formulas, he was not afraid of being seen through, and with the sword moves playing everywhere, he barely maintained an undefeated situation.

Ten tricks.

Twenty strokes.

When the fight reached fifty moves, Qi Hui could no longer suppress the evil fire, and said angrily: "You dare to die, I think the master will not dare, where am I inferior to you?!"

The two swords attacked their opponents at the same time, and many screamed as they saw that they were about to die.

Shi Xiaole smiled silently.

His swordsmanship seems to be playing with his life, but in fact, he has left his moves behind. At the critical moment, he flashed sideways, taking advantage of the momentum of Qi Hui's forward rush, the stab was a sweep, and the sword body slapped the opponent's face fiercely.

Pounds.

Qi Hui fell heavily to the ground, and a big red mark of shame appeared on his angry face, and he passed out directly.

Putting down the killing intent in his heart, Shi Xiaole retreated as if nothing had happened.

"Actually won?"

The disciples of the Sword Painting School looked at each other, feeling incredible.

If Shi Xiaole defeated Qian Tong and proved that he had some strength, then he narrowly defeated the sixfold disciple of the Fuchen Sect with the fourfold cultivation of Tibetan Qi, almost proving that he was worthy of the identity of a personal disciple?

"This puppy. ”

An imperceptible gloom flashed in the Great Elder's eyes, and his eyes narrowed.

"Stepped on shit luck. ”

Qin Zhao clenched his fists, took a deep breath, looked at Qi Hui who fell to the ground, and almost scolded the waste.

Qi Guang and Zhao Molan, on the other hand, have different ideas.

In the eyes of the two, Shi Xiaole didn't even use the Miao family's swordsmanship, and he was simply merciful to his subordinates. Qi Hui hurt him three times and twice, and he also repaid his grievances with virtue, this great personality is really worthy of respect.

Everyone had different thoughts, but Hua Chaoqun was much more direct, patted the armrest of the chair, and shouted angrily: "Okay, you are a sword painting faction!

This time, the second elder immediately replied: "You are the first to blow the dust of the door, Lord Huamen, don't reverse right and wrong." ”

Hua Chaoqun glanced at the Great Elder, secretly thinking that he had received a heavy gift after all, but he couldn't pat his ass and leave, so he said, "Wan Chong, you go and learn the young man's tricks." ”

Wan Chong is a young man who is close to eight feet tall, the muscles all over his body are about to break through the strength of the suit, a pair of tiger eyes are extremely impressive, holding a big knife in his hand, and he walked in front of Shi Xiaole step by step.

He didn't say a word, but the whole person stood there, like a fierce tiger, which made many people standing behind Shi Xiaole inexplicably afraid.

"Master Huamen, the communication between the two sides has ended, is it inappropriate for you to do this?"

The second elder stood up suddenly, obviously seeing how powerful Wan Chong was.

Hua Chaoqun said lightly: "Before the game, the two sides didn't say anything, one person can only communicate once." In this way, as long as Wan Chong loses, Hua will turn around and leave. ”

The second elder still didn't let go, only said that it was not suitable.

At this time, the Great Elder waved his hand and said, "Second Elder, people have put forward a challenge, how can I draw the Sword Sect without fighting? ”

Hua Chaoqun smiled and said, "Wan Chong, pay attention to proportion." The last four words are particularly hard to bite.

Wan Chong naturally understood the meaning, looked down at Shi Xiaole, and laughed: "Boy, make a move, I'm afraid that if you make a knife first, you won't even have a chance to make a move." ”

"What a crazy guy!"

"It's really windy, and I'm not afraid to flash my tongue. ”

Hearing this, the disciples of the Sword Painting Sect reprimanded one after another. At the critical moment of sect exchange, they subconsciously stood on Shi Xiaole's side.

"Don't believe me, do you?"

Wan Chong smiled fiercely, and suddenly drew his knife, only to see a flash of the knife. In the next moment, a strand of black hair fell to the ground, which was Shi Xiaole's sideburns.

As if a cold wind was blowing, the scene was quiet for a while, and the needle drop could be heard.

Wan Chong's knife just now was so fast that many people didn't even see the appearance of the knife clearly, and everything was over. If he was aiming at Shi Xiaole's head, then ......

Many people didn't dare to think about it, and only then did they really understand how terrible this Wan Chong was.

"The sevenfold cultivation of Tibetan Qi, except for me and the other three, I'm afraid only Senior Brother Qin Zhao can compete with him. ”

Xiao Yuanbo sighed helplessly, and shouted to the front: "Senior Brother Shi, come back quickly, you are not an opponent." ”

Qin Zhao comfortably opened all the pores all over his body. He had even tightened his sword and mobilized his strength, ready to replace Shi Xiaole at any time.

But Shi Xiaole in the field did not retreat.

"Your knife skills are very good. ”

Shi Xiaole said.

"It's just good, hehe, enough to kill ten of you in seconds. ”

Wan Chong is full of confidence.

To be honest, the blow just now, if Wan Chong directly attacked the killer, Shi Xiaole would be useless even if he had great ability, because he really couldn't block the other party's knife.

But Wan Chong is wrong, and he shouldn't pretend to be indiscriminate.

Shi Xiaole said: "In my spare time, I have also practiced a style of knife technique, do you dare to compare?"

Wan Chong thought that he had misheard, and laughed loudly, and only said after a while: "My sword technique, no one in the entire dust sect disciples is unsurpassed, even Senior Brother He admires it, you want to compare sword skills with me?"

Mo said that it was Wan Chong, and the people who painted the sword school were also confused and incomprehensible.

The Sword Painting Sect is named after the sword, and there are only a few subordinate sword techniques in the entire sect, could it be that Shi Xiaole has another adventure? But even so, with his fourfold cultivation of hidden qi, it is not a wise choice to compare swords with Wan Chong.

"Knife technique, could it be that this kid still has a stunt?"

The Great Elder smiled faintly, and every word was heartfelt.

For most of the martial arts sects of the Pegasus Dynasty, the disciples of the sect secretly possessed stunts, or practiced the martial arts of other sects, which were first-class sin and could not be forgiven.

"Whoever has a sword, lend me a sword. ”

Shi Xiaole didn't seem to care about other people's opinions, and said to the surroundings.

"Senior Brother Shi, take the knife. ”

A knife was thrown out of the crowd and was caught by Shi Xiaole steadily.

Holding the knife in his hand, Shi Xiaole's mind completely precipitated, looked at Wan Chong and said, "I bet, you can't take my knife." ”

Wan Chong seemed to have been insulted, he laughed fiercely, his big fist clenched, and said gloomily: "What ability do you have, even if you try it, I promise, you will pay for this sentence just now!"

The noisy sounds in all directions suddenly disappeared at this moment. In Shi Xiaole's eyes, there was no one or anything.

The only thing left is just yourself and the knife.

The knife is not a foreign object, but the sustenance and extension of his emotions.

Fu Hongxue's knife is a knife of revenge, and blood will be seen when the knife comes out.

And he, Shi Xiaole, did not come out of the knife for revenge, but to smash all the doubts in the world!

Holding the knife in his right hand, the emotions in Shi Xiaole's heart rose to a certain level, and then suddenly gushed out like a flood of floodgates.

Laugh at!

The white light flashed, and it was particularly dazzling in the sun.

Shi Xiaole's action of holding the knife did not change anything. However, the knife he had unsheathed had already been unsheathed.

Smack.

A drop of blood fell to the ground, Wan Chong's smug face completely froze, and a stabbing pain clearly came from his wrist, causing him to lose his strength in one arm and the long knife to the ground.

"What?!"

Hua Chaoqun stood up suddenly, an expression of disbelief on his face for the first time.

Not only him, but also the three elders of the Sword Painting Sect, as well as the three personal disciples, plus Qin Zhao, and the personal disciples of the Dusty Sect, all changed color, shocked by Shi Xiaole's attack just now!