"Elder Zhao. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Meng Haoran exchanged glances with Old Man Meng, and then he stepped forward and said, "There are words in the first place, and those who are the heads and elders of the various factions cannot come to power. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Jiuxing was furious, and was about to refute, but heard Meng Haoran say again: "But what do you think of this beggar brother who still doesn't know his name, he doesn't look like a person in the Sword Gate." ”

"Therefore, after discussing with my father, I agreed to Elder Zhao's proposal, if this beggar brother can win against Elder Zhao, then it will be regarded as ten victories by a hundred people. ”

"But ......" Meng Haoran paused, looked at Jian Chen with deep meaning, then glanced at Guo Chuanzong, and said resolutely: "In case this beggar brother can really defeat Elder Zhao, but if he doesn't use swordsmanship, it won't work." ”

The word swordsmanship bites very hard, obviously not believing the nonsense that Guo Chuanzong played on the spot.

The implication is that even if Jian Chen can defeat Zhao Jiuxing, if he doesn't win with swordsmanship, but with other kung fu, he can't do anything, and he will lose the qualification to continue fighting.

"Okay!" Zhao Jiuxing's face softened at this time, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, he is worthy of being the successor of Bajian Villa, and he is really thoughtful!"

The corners of Jian Chen's mouth hooked, and a wry smile curled.

He is an authentic disciple of the Sword Sect, swordsmanship, how can he not?

It's just that...... Since he had Qianfeng, his understanding of the Unified Sword Technique has long been beyond the scope of the Unified Sword Technique, and now he wants to use the Unified Sword Technique as an ordinary sword technique again, can it still be done?

But whether it can be done or not, the matter has come to this point, let's fight.

Then he clenched his fists and said, "In Xia Luochen, Elder Zhao, please advise!"

There are Shaolin monks on the side of the audience, and Jian Chen's name can't be used at the moment, so it's better to recognize the ancestors and return to the ancestors.

As soon as Luo Chen's words came out, Jian Chen's heart was inevitably gloomy.

Although he was gloomy, there was a gleam in the eyes of one person in the audience.

Surname Luo?

A flash of lightning suddenly flashed in Fei Zhong's mind, and after thinking about it for a long time, it finally dawned on him and knew who the person on the stage was.

He looked at Jian Chen, and then at the few Shaolin monks diagonally opposite, the corners of his mouth hooked a playful smile, but he just cocked Erlang's legs comfortably, and he had no intention of breaking it.

"Oh, your last name is Luo?"

A trace of surprise crossed Zhao Jiuxing's eyes, the surname Luo Ben is nothing, but the old man Meng had just mentioned the Luo family that was destroyed in Hengyang before, and now there is a surname Luo, and it is inevitable that he will have some associations.

"Yes. Jian Chen nodded, not wanting to entangle with him on this issue anymore, stretched out his palm, made a gesture of please, and said, "Elder Zhao, please do it." ”

"Okay, the old man ...... today"

The surname is not Luo, what does it matter to him Zhao Jiuxing?

So when Jian Chen said a word, he also put away his surprise in his heart, and said indifferently: "I'll come to teach and learn the swordsmanship created by Gang Master Guo!"

Brush-!

In the previous sentence, he was in front of Jian Chen, and in the latter sentence, he was already behind him, and he was in the mirror!

Jian Chen's vest suddenly cooled, and the keen sense he had cultivated in a series of battles clearly told him that the crisis came from behind.

Without thinking about it, he stomped under his feet, and his body rushed forward.

Immediately, the waist exerted force, twisted it hard, and the half-cut bamboo pole turned into a green shadow, and swept it back in a fan shape.

Bell--!

The bamboo pole happened to slash at the spine of Zhao Jiuxing's long sword, which was chasing quickly, and the sword momentum was deflected.

"Good!"

Zhao Jiuxing's offensive was blocked, but his expression was shocked, and he shouted, and his face suddenly became illusory.

As soon as Jian Chen saw it, the four words of mirror flowers and water and moon suddenly crossed his mind, and he didn't dare to slack off, he stomped under his feet again, and his rushing figure stopped, and his body suddenly rotated in a full circle with the force of the previous wave, and the green shadow rose again, but it was stretched again from the fan shape, sweeping around his body.

Fei Zhong stared at the audience, how similar this sword was to the sword shadow gyroscope he brought up, and he was a little more convinced of Jian Chen's identity in his heart.

This kid...... The corners of his mouth rose again, and his understanding was high.

Bell--!

There was another crisp sound, only this time, the intersection of the bamboo pole and the long sword became the place where Zhao Jiuxing's path had already faintly dissipated before.

It was only a short moment, and his figure returned from behind Jian Chen to the front.

The bamboo pole and the long sword were once again separated by a touch, only this time, there was a slight cracking sound on the bamboo pole.

Jian Chen's face was a lot more solemn, after all, it was just an ordinary bamboo pole in his hand, and in terms of the transmission of chaotic internal force, it was naturally not comparable to the thousand blades cast by real silver.

Zhao Jiuxing's body is extremely fast, these two blows are blocked in succession, Zhao Jiuxing's internal force has fully suppressed the chaotic internal force, not to mention that there are gradually broken marks on the bamboo pole, and his arm holding the bamboo pole is also shocked to the point of soreness.

If this continues, how many swords can you block?

Seeing that Zhao Jiuxing's body was illusory again, his mind was racing, and his mind was quickly thinking about how to break the enemy.

It's just that the two swords that the two of them struck with lightning and flint are different in the eyes of others.

Zhao Jiuxing is an elder of the Diancang faction, and this time he has been in retreat and penance for many years, and judging by his cultivation, he has already reached the realm of establishing a sect.

In such a realm, he is already a first-class master in the rivers and lakes.

And this thin young man who seems to be sickly can actually take two swords under his superb body skills, and for the time being, it seems that he will not fall behind.

This cultivation was enough to be proud of most of the young disciples present.

"Boy, how many more swords can you take?"

Before he could come up with a strategy to break the enemy, Zhao Jiuxing's voice came from behind him again.

In desperation, the chaotic internal force was instilled into it to the maximum extent that the bamboo pole could bear, reflexively, and stabbed.

The green shadow turned into a man, bringing a sharp roar, which was the direction of the immortal who had an extremely fast thrust speed in the Guiyi sword technique.

In the moment of reflexivity, Zhao Jiuxing in his eyes had indeed rushed towards him with a sword, and a little cold light on the tip of the long sword suddenly magnified in his eyes.

Jian Chen raised his eyebrows, his expression was suddenly a little surprised, but his movements did not stop, from the two blows just now, he had found that his bamboo pole was half an inch longer than Zhao Jiuxing's sword.

Therefore, he was confident that before Zhao Jiuxing stabbed him, the bamboo pole would definitely be on his sword-holding wrist first!

Whew!

The gradually enlarged tip of the sword suddenly disappeared, and the green mang that his immortal guided actually passed through Zhao Jiuxing's body.

Stabbed?

No!

The touch from his wrist, Jian Chenming clearly felt that this sword stabbed into the air.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, after all, the bamboo pole is a bamboo pole, although it has a bit of sword shape, but in the end the inside is hollow, which makes his immortal guide when he casts it, affected by the resistance, after all, it is half a slow score.

At this moment, he misses Qian Feng hidden in his sleeve very much, if it is the Lone Star Silver Dagger that shows the direction of the immortals, this sword, maybe he will have to make a contribution.

This thought just flashed from his heart, but the movements did not stop, and the figure of Zhao Jiuxing, who was penetrated by the green mang, had not yet dissipated, he suddenly became short, and the whole person took his hands as the fulcrum, and fell down.

At the same time, the right leg was infused with most of the chaotic internal force, as if it had suddenly lost its bones, and the leg was shaped like a whip, and it suddenly kicked upward.

Smack!

The whip leg immediately kicked a cold, hard object.

Really......

He lay on the ground, his eyes flashing with understanding.