This He Longbiao's realm is a grade lower than that of Wu Qiang, but his boxing method does not know how to throw off Wu Qiang's family martial arts a few streets, so Li Hanyu was able to find out the changes in Wu Qiang's martial arts with the help of "Heavenly Calculations" that day, and he was defeated in one move, but He Longbiao's Tongjian had to be deduced slowly.

Time has passed, and the battle between the two has been close to Lily, in fact, with the wisdom of "Cloud and Mist Swordsmanship", Li Hanyu has already gained the upper hand, but the purpose of entering the copy is to sharpen, and he is not in a hurry to defeat the opponent, but to increase his knowledge between the moves, and integrate his own swordsmanship into it to better control, so that the experience of using the sword can be rich, the sword skills are more proficient, and the sword routines are more fluent.

He Longbiao shouted loudly, his fist was like a copper mallet hitting a bell, and the air continued to burst with loud noises; the shadow of the fist was like a dragon, smashing the mountains and rivers, and the teahouse was full of dragons and beasts roaring, like a catastrophe in the last days.

Li Hanyu is as stable as Mount Tai, not in a hurry or chaotic; the sword in his hand is like a dragon coiling, and there is white smoke hidden between the sword shadows, although it is not a cloud and mist, but it has been done to wrap the opponent in the clouds and fog; and Li Hanyu has already grasped the victory, and he can break the opponent's fist with a snap of his fingers.

"Drink" He Longbiao was impatient, and suddenly two fists came out at the same time, just like two giant dragons smashing into the sea, churning in the shadow of the sword.

Oh, it has reached the end of the strong crossbow, Li Hanyu calculated the number of paths, knowing that this is the other party's return, and said lightly, "Okay, I'll play a few more tricks with you, and see what else you can do." ”。

The sound of the "whirring" fist wind suddenly became louder, as if the wind and rain were coming, and the wind tore Li Hanyu's cheek, which hurt so much.

Li Hanyu said strangely, although he knew that the other party had just broken through to the realm of mortal blood, and he could barely be called a hero, but the power of the Tongjian fist that came out with all his strength was not small, if he didn't always stand far away from He Longbiao, a strong man, he was afraid that this punch could slightly hurt his skin, and it would be no problem to have some blood.

But how could Li Hanyu be afraid.

"Cloud and Mist Sword Technique", which is known as the first sword in the world, is already a superior martial art, not comparable to the earthly martial arts of Tongjiquan, and the two are in the same realm, and it will be in an instant to defeat He Longbiao.

But Li Hanyu still wants to see, and wants to deduce He Longbiao's all-out through-arm fist, what should be the meridians of his true qi.

"Whoosh" Li Hanyu's sword light rippled, and he made several changes in a row, and there were several changes hidden in the changes, wrapping the opponent's fist path in, making it impossible to use it; while staring at the opponent's path with both eyes, secretly instilling the opponent's martial arts in his heart.

He Longbiao's fist was never separated from Li Hanyu's sword shadow, like a reckless buffalo, colliding with the east and west in the long sword light and shadow like a net.

"Bang bang" He Longbiao's fist suddenly thundered, the shadow of the fist became larger, and the shadow of the grinding disc appeared around the fist, making the fist the size of a grinding disc rush towards Li Hanyu.

What you want is the direction of this meridian, Li Hanyu cheered in his heart, and with a swing of the sword, he led the opponent's big fist away, and now He Longbiao's ability is really exhausted.

After more than 100 moves, seeing that He Longbiao really had no strength left, Li Hanyu began to be impatient.

Until Li Hanyu was no longer interested in He Longbiao's boxing technique, he no longer used his sword to swing away the opponent's fist.

"Huh" He Longbiao's fist rushed with the sound of the wind, Li Hanyu had already calculated at this time, the long sword stretched out, and the tip of the sword was pointed on the opponent's fist, it was the other party's meridians that were flawed, "snort" A few drops of blood oozed out, and He Longbiao, who was in chaos in the meridians, screamed "Ah-", stood in place with a pale face, knowing that his fist had been broken, his hands were dancing wildly, and the last punch slapped his head, "bang", the skull was broken, and the plasma blood flowed turbulently and died.

Unexpectedly, He Longbiao had such a stubborn temper that he couldn't stand the fact that he lost the competition and committed suicide, Li Hanyu sighed softly.

"Hey, bury the corpse properly" Li Hanyu walked over, and was about to move the corpse, before his fingers touched the corpse, the light on the corpse flashed, and his eyes blurred for a while, and after the blur, the corpse disappeared, and it had become a pair of gray cloth fist gloves.

"Oh, I see. Li Hanyu pinched his fingers and calculated, only then did he understand that this He Longbiao was originally a character from a thousand years ago, and how could it appear in today's copy of the Wulin Teahouse, which was completely transformed by the masters of the Sword Mother Peak in the past dynasties using a pair of fist gloves.

At this time, Fang understood what Zhao Min reminded him, "Don't be reckless in the dungeon, if you can't beat the opponent, you will really die." These things transformed by mana will not show mercy to their subordinates.

Li Hanyu pinched his fingers and said, from the hands of a martial arts city lord three hundred years ago, its cloth ordinary swords could not be broken, but it was a rare thing, so Li Han put it away and put it in the Qiankun bag.

This fist glove should be regarded as a reward for fighting monsters in the dungeon.

Li Hanyu rested for a while, running "Phoenix Nirvana", and his physical strength returned to the same as before, walked to the staircase, and went upstairs.

The second floor of the tea house.

The furnishings are not much different from the first floor, except that the person sitting at the tea table is a young man dressed in silk and satin, and looking at the costume, he is an ancient person.

The sword eyebrows are starry, heroic, a silver-white spear is horizontal on the table, the tip of the spear is shining with cold light, reflecting the handsome face of the man.

"After passing your level, can I go upstairs?" Li Hanyu had experience, and did not rush to the staircase on the second floor, but greeted the young man.

"Exactly. The young man smiled heartily, stood up with his spear and crossed it to his chest, and asked, "Do you want to fight?"

Li Hanyu did not answer, but pinched his fingers to calculate.

The young man, surnamed Zhao Minglu, a disciple of the gun gate more than 3,000 years ago, practiced the dragon chanting marksmanship, and the realm of mortal blood was two realms, which made Li Hanyu can't help but be careful.

Zhao Lu Rongma has been a horse all his life, and there are countless souls under him, and it is common to take the head of the general among the ten thousand armies.

Extremely experienced in combat.

Marksmanship is very old and spicy because of the fact that there are a lot of actual battles.

It's a tough opponent!

"Let's fight" Li Hanyu said slowly, not in a hurry to make a move, but raised his sword in his chest as a defensive gesture.

"Okay" Zhao Lu responded, and the gun turned in his hand, like a divine dragon smashing straight over.

"Pony—" A dragon groaned.

The spear glowed with silver light, and it had already pierced.

The sound of the gun breaking through the air is extremely sharp, like a dragon's groan, so it is called the dragon's chanting marksmanship.

The shadow of the gun is sufficient, a little weird, obviously there is no change, it is just a simple stab, but it is full of unknown fear and threat.

Li Hanyu didn't dare to slack off, his sword shook, and he slashed a few swords, and the sword shadows were dense, trying to block the attack of the spear.

However, it turned out to be in vain, the spear unfathomably slid through the blockade of the sword shadow and went straight to Li Hanyu's throat, and one move would be fatal.

Li Hanyu had to slip on the soles of his feet, and the danger flashed.

Not good, the other party's spear skills are exquisite, not under my swordsmanship, Li Hanyu stuck out his tongue.