The two middle-aged men behind him came with swords, but Yun Qingyang did not have the slightest hint of panic, because she had already seen Jian Qingyu make a move. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

She believed that Jian Qingyu would definitely make a move!

Jian Qingyu's speed was very fast, far faster than the two middle-aged men, and when their swords were still a foot away from Yun Qingyang, Jian Qingyu was already in front of them!

Facing them, Jian Qingyu didn't take out the sword, they didn't deserve the sword Qingyu, Jian Qingyu's legs were staggered, his body bowed slightly, and his fists slammed out.

Under the starry sky, the long sword was dull, as if hidden in the darkness, and when it reappeared, one had already hit Yun Qingyang's throat, and the other stabbed into his chest.

Yun Qingyang had clearly felt the edge of the two swords, but there was no fear in her eyes, but the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and she looked at Jian Qingyu's back with a smile, and her complexion was unusually soft!

Yun Qingyang naturally didn't need to be afraid, and the two swords naturally couldn't stab Yun Qingyang, and two cries of pain sounded one after another, and the bodies of the two middle-aged men flew out and fell heavily to the ground!

"Bang Bang!"

A crisp voice suddenly sounded, and two people slowly walked out of the darkness again, a young man and a young man!

It was the young man who applauded that didn't look much older than Jian Qingyu!

"Your Excellency is so cultivated!" the young man said, his eyes turned to Yun Qingyang, and he smiled: "This girl must be Yun Qingyang, the Xuannu Ice Palace, who is known as the 'No. 1 Beauty in Kyushu'!"

"Xuannu Ice Palace!"

Jian Qingyu was startled, looked at Yun Qingyang who was as cold as ice slightly, and then turned his eyes to the young man who was walking half a step behind the young man, and his face gradually became solemn!

That young man exuded an incomparably sharp aura, and he was an innate master!

"Meet the second son!"

"Meet Elder Soul Cloud!"

The two middle-aged men struggled to their feet, knelt beside the young man and the young man, and said with a little agitation.

"They are Sword Soul Yun, the second son of Sword Casting City Lord Jian Zhen Ku, and Jian Zhen Ku's apprentice Jian Zhen Ku!"

Beside Jian Qingyu, Yun Qingyang's face also became extremely solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "I heard that half a month ago, Sword Soul Cloud had broken through to the Innate Realm!"

"You two shit, get out of the way first!"

The young man Jian Qinghu waved his hand, looked at Yun Qingyang with a smile, and said, "Miss Yun, if you kill my Sword Casting City guard, for the sake of Yang Xuying's face, I won't pursue it, but this kid, I have to let the two of them take it back to deal with it!"

"Yang Xuying?"

Jian Qingyu looked at Yun Qingyang in slight surprise, but Yun Qingyang frowned slightly, and said lightly: "Don't think about it!"

"Hahaha!

Jian Qinghu seemed to have already guessed the answer, Lang laughed, and suddenly made a move, his figure flashed, and he had already rushed in front of Jian Qingyu, clenched his fist with his right hand, and smashed it into Jian Qingyu!

Jian Qingyu's face remained unchanged, and he also shook his hands into a fist, and punched out, colliding with Jian Qinghu.

"Pedaling, Pedaling, Pedaling"

Jian Qingyu's body shook slightly, and he took five steps back, and Jian Qinghu also took five steps back.

Jian Qingyu's face became solemn, this Jian Qingyu's cultivation was not on par with himself, and his boxing skills were also not shallow!

Seeing that he suddenly made a move, under one punch, the other party was on a par with him, Jian Qinghu's heart became more and more high, and he stuck the long sword in his hand on the ground, punched and palmed, and bullied himself again.

Jian Qingyu didn't have a good impression of Jian Qinghu, but the fight just now made his heart rise with a fighting spirit, and he even stuck the iron sword on the ground, pinched the dragon claw with one hand, and clenched his fist with the other, facing Jian Qinghu.

The fists, palms, and claws of the two are varied, or magnificent, or fierce into the mountain, or soft as water, or grappling and entangled, they are comparable!

"Good chance!"

Jian Qinghu's fists shook back Jian Qingyu's claws, and he was secretly happy in his heart, and hurriedly clenched his right hand into a fist, hitting Jian Qingyu's forehead, and his left hand turned into a palm, directly taking Jian Qingyu's chest.

Jian Qingyu was the last to come, his hands were clenched into fists, up and down, Jian Qingyu suddenly opened the door, and was hit in the chest by Jian Qingyu's fists and flew away!

"Take!"

Jian Qingyu retracted his fists and stood up, retreated to Yun Qingyang's side, and said lightly.

Jian Qinghu covered his chest, panting heavily, but his face was blue and white, and after a while, he calmed down and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency is good at boxing, but you don't know how swordsmanship is?"

"Do you still want to try it?"

Jian Qingyu competed against each other and sneered.

"Naturally!"

Jian Qinghu snorted coldly, and he had already pulled out the long sword inserted in the ground, his body flashed, the sword momentum was like the wind, and he flew towards Jian Qingyu!

"Boom!"

The iron sword came out of its sheath and slashed at the long sword of Sword Qinghu!

"Bell!"

Jian Qinghu's arm trembled, the tiger's mouth was torn, and he was shocked by a sword, but Jian Qingyu's iron sword was actually cut off!

"Childe, you are in the way of the sword, although you are talented, you can fight to the death, pay attention to your own strengths to overcome the enemy's shortcomings, you fight with people, only advance and do not retreat, face to head, if you encounter a strong enemy, or an opponent with a sword, you will suffer a big loss!"

Jian Qingyu looked at the iron sword that had been broken by a third, and couldn't help but think of what Uncle Thunder said at the beginning, and his face became solemn.

Sure enough, Jian Qinghu, who was shocked by a sword and flew into the sky, was not defeated, but stood upside down, holding the sword flower with a long sword in his hand, and stabbed towards Jian Qingyu again!

The night is dark and the wind is high, the sword Qinghu stabs from the sky, the sword shadow flies, it is difficult to distinguish the virtual from the real, but how to parry?

"What a volley!"

Jian Qingyu secretly said in his heart, if it was another sword move, Jian Qingyu was afraid that he could only retreat and fall into the inferior, but what Jian Qinghu used was the sword family's treasured "Leaf Picking Flying Flower Sword".

Jian Qingyu has practiced swords since he was a child, and he is very familiar with the swordsmanship of Sword City, and he has also practiced this "Picking Leaves and Flying Flower Sword", and he has practiced it very well!

Even with his eyes closed, he was able to take the move of Jian Qinghu!

"Bell!"

The iron sword in Jian Qingyu's hand pierced the sky, and with just a simple straight stab, it broke through thousands of sword shadows and cracked Jian Qinghu's must-win move!

Success or defeat reversed in an instant, Jian Qingyu suddenly turned upside down, kicked Jian Qinghu in the stomach, and kicked it out fiercely!

"Poof!"

I was hit with a heavy punch just now, and after receiving this kick again, Jian Qinghu couldn't hold back any longer, and a mouthful of blood spurted out!

"Okay! You're really powerful, and you're worth this trick!"

Jian Qinghu wiped the blood on his mouth, said sharply, and rushed towards Jian Qingyu again, and at the same time, the momentum on his body changed suddenly, and the originally calm and waveless momentum suddenly became violent and surging.

"Huh?"

Jian Qingyu was slightly surprised by the change in Jian Qinghu, and saw that the long sword in Jian Qinghu's hand had already stabbed straight in, extremely fast.

Jian Qingyu hurriedly swept the sword and shook Jian Qinghu away!

But as soon as Jian Qinghu stabilized his body, he stabbed again, his momentum became even more violent and surging, and the speed of his sword became faster and faster.

Jian Qingyu shook back, blocked, and avoided again and again, but Jian Qingyu's momentum became more and more violent, as if he had used up his strength, and his sword was getting faster and faster, so fast that Jian Qingyu couldn't see clearly!

"It turned out to be the Red Fire Sword Technique!"

Jian Qingyu frowned and pondered, and couldn't help but think of the sword family's peerless science.

Cast the "Red Fire Sword Technique", the true qi will become more and more explosive like a burning flame, and the sword moves will become more and more rapid!

But this mastery can only be performed once a day, and every time it is cast, it will be extremely weak, and it will take a day of pranayama to recover!

Although Jian Qingyu has never learned this peerless science, he knows that when Jian Qinghu is casting, there will be a node when his breath climbs, and as long as he interrupts this node, he can crack this trick!

Jian Qinghu forced Jian Qingyu to retreat, his feet hurried forward, nine steps in a row, the steps were extremely small, but he just came to Jian Qingyu's body, the long sword was as fast as a phantom, piercing the air, and stabbing straight at Jian Qingyu!

This simple sword is incredibly fast, so fast that no sword move can crack it!

Jian Qingyu took three steps back again, putting the iron sword into the scabbard, and now he can't take Jian Qinghu's sword!

Yun Qingyang couldn't help but be stunned when he saw that Jian Qingyu actually put the sword into the sheath, but the Sword Soul Yun, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, frowned slightly!

Jian Qinghu has already stepped forward in small steps again, and his momentum continues to rise!

"Boom!"

Just when Jian Qinghu stepped forward, Jian Qingyu also took a step forward!

Not only did he take a step forward, but he also pulled out the broken sword that had just been put into its scabbard!

He couldn't see Jian Qinghu's long sword clearly, and he didn't see it, the broken sword was unsheathed, and the momentum around Jian Qingyu's body was like a lion awakened in an instant.

"Bell!"

A shrill crash sounded, and the wind spread.

Another broken blade flew out and sank into the burning house behind Jian Qingyu.