Most of the cold and gloomy faces were covered by messy hair, and none of the people present had seen Jiang Qiu's true face except Bu Jing. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info saw Leng Guang Yu using a finger of Zen magic at this moment, Murong Ying couldn't help but say, "Jiang Qiu?"

Murong Ying also expressed the doubts of Zhang Yan and the others, after all, except for Jiang Qiu, who can practice the one-finger Zen Divine Skill, at least he has not heard that others can also do this exercise.

Leng Guang couldn't help but laugh when he heard this: "Brother Murong thinks that he is a person of Yelu Chucai's level? ”

Everyone was relieved, but after listening to Leng Guangyou's words, it was not difficult to guess that there must be a relationship between him and Jiang Qiu, and even he was Jiang Qiu's apprentice.

Leng Guangyou smiled and said, "Brother Murong won't be timid after knowing that he has something to do with Jiang Qiu, right?"

Murong Ying snorted coldly and said lightly: "I revere the great achievements of Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor and the Shennong clan the most, but enslaving their descendants is the most crazy dream of us. ”

Although Leng Guangyou belongs to the Western Xia forces, the surname Leng is a Han surname. However, even if Leng Guangyou is not a Han or a descendant of Yan and Huang, Murong Ying used his ancestors as a metaphor for Jiang Qiu, and there was nothing wrong with his words.

Leng Guangyu couldn't help but smile, and stretched out his hand to make a "please" action: "There are two more tricks, Leng can clearly understand what kind of existence is standing in front of him." ”

Murong Ying breathed a long sigh of relief and stabilized his mind, but Zhang Yan secretly guessed that he was taking the opportunity to remove Jiang Qiu's shadow from his mind. In fact, if Zhang Zan's relationship with Jiang Qiu was also hostile, Zhang Zan's feeling that after hearing Jiang Qiu's name, he could endure the "three urgency", which was already commendable.

"The third move!"

These three words actually came out of Murong Ying's mouth, if what he expected was correct, he would be doubly attentive to this move, completely exert his momentum, and completely eliminate his fear of Jiang Qiu, so that he could calmly deal with the fourth key move that would determine the success or failure of life and death.

I saw that Murong Ying only took one step, but with the magical footwork of shrinking the ground into inches, he crossed the distance of one zhang, and with both hands, he cut the scimitar into a perfect semicircle, stacking a wild wave of sound, surging towards the cold light and swept away.

Not only that, Murong Ying's body at the moment was also like a taut bow, bent into an angle beyond the limits of the human body, making his whole person like an unpredictable scimitar, and even giving people the illusion of whether it was Feng Jing or Ma Liang.

Zhang Yan was shocked in his heart, and after seeing Murong Ying's human and sword integration, he realized that his previous "integration of human and soldier" was simply a trivial matter, and it was completely a joke.

Murong Ying's human sword is not only majestic, but also captures people's hearts. His whole person was successfully transformed into an invisible but substantial scimitar, and his fierce temperament on the whole person was daunting. And Zhang Yan has reason to believe that Leng Guangyu may no longer be able to wield freely in the face of this move. Because even if he could block the scimitar in Murong Ying's hand, he would never be able to break the "knife intent" that Murong Ying had refined in his heart.

And the lethality of this knife intent is even greater than the actual scimitar. Because it can easily shatter people's internal organs, but there is no damage on the surface of people.

I believe that Leng Guangyou will not know the trickiness of this move, and how he will deal with it, not only Zhang Xuan, everyone is waiting to see.

The corners of the cold and gloomy lips are even more raised, and the disdain is especially obvious.

He did not retreat, but advanced, his right arm stretched out, and there was no sword in his hand, but he was even more unsheathed.

Between the lightning and flint, Leng Guangyou's right arm was like a steel cast, not afraid of the layers of knife nets laid by Murong Ying, and ignoring the risk of being cut off, he pierced in.

Something strange happened.

Leng Guangyu's right arm, as if it was just a ray of light, was not blocked by Murong Ying's inner family true qi at all, and it invaded like lightning, just hitting the scimitar with his elbow, and at the same time, the speed of his right arm did not decrease at all, and he resolutely stabbed Murong Ying's heart.

This is easy to say, but the so-called is easier said than done. Zhang expected that it would be impossible for everyone present to do it. Murong Ying, who played against Leng Guangyou, had the most deep experience. The knife net he laid just now, let alone an arm invasion, even a whole elephant can swallow it and stir it into pulp. However, the cold and quiet luck method is simply unheard of, unseen.

His internal strength is too feminine, so that his entire right arm is not affected by the slightest force, like a slippery loach, the harder people try to catch it, the more they can only watch it trap the dragon and ascend to the sky, and the dragon enters the sea, helpless.

At the moment, Murong Ying could only helplessly change his move, smearing the scimitar on the right side of the cold light, swinging sharply, and slashing at his wrist.

At this point, everyone was actually convinced that if Leng Guangyu continued to approach, he would definitely have the ability to frustrate Murong Ying, who had changed his tactics halfway, or even injure Murong Ying. However, the raised corners of his mouth made him even more disdainful of the victory that was within reach.

He said that if he wanted to score the winner in the fourth move, he would never let Murong Ying taste defeat before that.

That's the real joke.

is so big, and it is even more cold and arrogant.

If he said to retreat, he would retreat, because Leng Guangyu had the upper hand, and Murong Ying was helpless at all.

"Good!"

Zhang Yan naturally couldn't help but applaud, and almost danced with his hands. However, thinking about Pei Yuan's warning to himself, he could only put down his hands that were about to applaud again.

Fortunately, this trick of cold light and seclusion also made many laymen feel happy and addicted. Otherwise, Du Du Zhang applauded, maybe Pei Yuan rushed over to fight with him.

Leng Guangyu ignored Murong Ying's ugly face, and said indifferently: "There is one more trick, I can truly understand what kind of existence the person in front of Leng is." ”

The irony of this sentence does not need to be expressed here.

At this time, I only heard the subtle sound of "buzzing and buzzing", and looked at it in amazement, only to see the long sword with only the hilt outside, and it couldn't help but tremble slightly, as if someone was shaking it in the air, and it kept shaking in a rhythm.

Finally, with a bang, the long sword buried in the ground called out crisply, as if it was pulled by a thread, and it paused in front of Leng Guangyu's body, stagnating in mid-air.

With a "snap", Zhang Yan was so frightened that he crushed the wine glass: "Imperial Sword Technique?"

Leng Guang Youxin picked up the long sword in his hand and said with a smile: "Please Brother Zhang, don't name the small skill of carving insects in my streamer swordsmanship." ”

The long-standing scripture burning recipe and streamer sword technique, in this troubled era, appeared in the world one after another.

Leng Guangyou looked at Murong Ying's ugly face, and said mockingly: "Brother Murong, don't be afraid, with Your Excellency's cultivation and role, where is it worthy of being buried under the Streamer Sword Technique." ”