"Xiong Qiang, this person is not easy to deal with, let's go together!" said Li Jian. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xiong Qiang looked at the battle circle of Grandma Tangmen, after missing Qingming and Lijian, it seemed that Grandma had a lot of hard work, after all, by now, Yun Zhongyue's identity was really exposed, and he didn't need to hide his means anymore, a grandma, a Xia Peony, if he fought for a long time, he was probably not his opponent.

And Xiaoyaozi and the head of the goatee are already fighting with the members of those mysterious organizations at the moment, and among those subordinates in Yun Zhongyue, there are indeed several strong masters, even Xiaoyaozi and the head of the family, for a while, it is difficult to distinguish the master from their opponents.

What worries Xiong Qiang even more is that because of the sudden rebellion of the Thunderbolt Hall, at this moment, all the masters of the Thunderbolt Hall have joined the battle camp of Yun Zhongyue, although there is no shortage of masters in the martial arts righteous path, but in terms of numbers, they are gradually at the bottom of the front. However, what made Xiong Qiang feel a little comforted was that he didn't know when, several top masters were added to the martial arts righteous path.

There is also a figure among them, Xiong Qiang is very familiar, it is a woman, wearing a fiery red power suit, setting off her extremely angry figure, the long sword in her hand flies, like a spirit snake spitting letters, every sword down, there is a believer of a mysterious organization falling, it is her fiery red power suit, coupled with the ruthlessness of the hot hand, in this chaotic battlefield, has become an eye-catching highlight.

This woman is none other than Mei'er, who Xiong Qiang had seen at the time, one of Tang Bao'er's personal guards, but beside Mei'er, there were three men, judging from their martial arts paths, they should belong to the same vein as Mei'er. Several people followed Tang Bao'er closely, guarding her thoughtfulness at all times, seeing this scene, Xiong Qiang was also slightly relieved, it seems that those people should be masters from the Tang Sect.

"The shadow troops cultivated by Grandma Tangmen are charming. Qingming Zhenren looked at the glimmer in Xiong Qiang's eyes and explained.

Xiong Qiang retracted his gaze and said: "He Peiran, I'll solve it, putting aside today's matter, he and I, Xiong Qiang, also have a blood feud!"

"Xiong Qiang, don't underestimate He Peiran, this person's swordsmanship and cultivation are extremely not weak, one-on-one, you will have a hard time!" Li Jian said.

"I won't underestimate the enemy!" After speaking, Xiong Qiang slowly walked a few steps forward, his eyes looked directly at He Peiran, and without saying a word, the sword flashed, and his body was like a cheetah, heading straight towards He Peiran.

"Taibai Yaoshi!" Xiong Qiang secretly snorted, the sword in his hand exuded a faint glow under the injection of true qi in his body, as if the ordinary tungsten steel sword in his hand had turned into a divine sword, Xiong Qiang was running at a rapid pace, and in a place less than five feet away from He Peiran, his whole body suddenly jumped up, flying more than a foot high, and the tungsten steel sword in his hand was also like a force splitting Huashan, slashing towards He Peiran's head.

He Peiran sneered, the figure that had been motionless like a mountain, as if it had shrunk into inches, was actually invisible to the naked eye, moved two steps horizontally, and easily avoided Xiong Qiang's split, and then the shuriken was also slashed horizontally, and the long sword infused with true qi exuded a cold glow, slashing towards Xiong Qiang's waist.

At the moment when He Peiran's body moved, Xiong Qiang did not wait for his moves to get old, his body had just landed, and the sword in his hand was obliquely pulled out, and the tungsten steel sword was able to withstand He Peiran's hundred-forged steel sword, bursting out with a string of dazzling sparks. The two swords collided hard, and the power of the shock was extremely powerful, but fortunately, the internal force cultivation of these two people was exquisite, even if the power of the shock that suddenly poured into the arm was extremely strong, but under the washing of the true qi in the body, it was also quickly consumed.

"Digging sand in the waves!" He Peiran took half a step back at the same time, and once again launched an all-out attack, this is not a mutual competition between fellow martial artists, but a vendetta of life and death, so whether it is Xiong Qiang or He Peiran, it is impossible not to do their best. This trick is full of sand in the waves, and it is also full of subtlety, a sword turns into a hundred sword shadows, and the Zhou body dressed in Xiong Qiang is shrouded in the upper and lower parts.

Even if Xiong Qiang's eyesight is strong, he can't quickly find out the flaws in this sword move, since he can't find the flaws, Xiong Qiang can only temporarily avoid the edge, and the phantom under his feet is released, and the whole person also turned into a black figure in an instant, and the black figure dragged the long phantom to move, causing a very unreal illusion.

It was only at this time that He Peiran felt surprised, he never thought that Xiong Qiang's martial arts cultivation had reached such a point, he was Chinese New Year's Eve a year old today, and he was included in the master when he was a teenager, and he worked hard to refine the sword for more than ten years, so he had today's achievements, but looking at Xiong Qiang in front of him, he was only in his twenties, it is said that he was still a slave, and in just three years, he practiced his swordsmanship to such a masterful level.

This made him secretly unhappy, he had always thought that his talent was good, but if he really counted the time, he was better than Xiong and was afraid that he would be 108,000 miles behind. But what he didn't know was how Xiong Qiang had come all the way. A person's potential can only be truly tapped if he has experienced the line of life and death, and Xiong Qiang came out of this escape from death again and again.

Of course, in the attainment of swordsmanship, he took a shortcut, but no one knows, in the two years in Bailuo Mountain, he only stabbed the boring sword day and night, although this kind of cultivation seems simple, but the road is simple, can experience the supreme true meaning of the sword from this simplest sword, this is the real talent. Some people have heard the Tao for decades, but after all, they have been sitting for half their lives, but there are also people who have heard the Tao for decades, but they can have an epiphany at one time.

After taking something from you, Heaven will naturally give you something else. It may be a bit of a mystery, but that's often the case. Xiong Qiang's life and death wandering again and again, his potential is infinitely stimulated, his combat experience increases, his kendo will is also polished, and some unique opportunities have created the current Xiong Qiang.

Through the breaking and standing of the Dragon God Pill, Xiong Qiang is not only sublimated in terms of quality and quantity of true qi, but also makes his true qi control reach the subtlety of subtlety, the control is round, and the sending and receiving is free.

"Sword Shadow Peerless!"

With the Shocking Phantom, Xiong Qiang cast the sword shadow matchless, and in an instant, Xiong Qiang's figure exploded again, which was a real phantom, but these phantoms had just condensed, and they would suddenly disappear, and then reappear in another direction. It's almost to the point of shapeshifting.

Cold sweat also oozed from He Peiran's forehead, and Xiong Qiang's strength in front of him shocked him beyond measure. He suddenly felt that there was no longer one Xiong Qiang standing in front of him, but three, but among the three, two were illusory existences.

"It's over!He Peiran!" Xiong Qiang's faint voice came out, but because his body was moving too fast, to He Peiran's ears, it seemed to come from all directions.

He felt the fear in his heart, Xiong Qiang's strength now was not something he could compete with at all. Under great mental pressure, He Peiran looked crazy, he kept changing his body, but every time his body shape changed, Xiong Qiang's shadow would appear behind him.

Under this kind of strong pressure that could not be resisted at all, He Peiran had already lost his previous calmness, he was like a madman, picking up the hundred calcined steel sword in his hand, and slashing indiscriminately.

This scene looks too weird, an invisible phantom is around a person, constantly changing positions, and the person in the middle is like a madman haunted by ghosts, and at the moment when Xiong Qiang's voice stopped, He Peiran suddenly stopped the movement in his hand, and the hundred refined steel sword slipped from his hand, making a crisp sound.

And in front of him, a phantom gradually condensed, and finally turned into a man with a height of nine towers.

He Peiran's body gradually fell, his eyes widened, his pupils were also extremely dilated, and soon after, his ears, eyes, nostrils, and mouth were all slowly flowing bright red.

The gentleman's sword, which rose like a comet, was only a flash in the pan in the rivers and lakes, and it had already fallen, and the death was extremely ugly.

Turning around, looking up, at this time, the sun was setting, and a layer of gold was crossed over the mountains in the distance. The whole thunderbolt field was filled with pungent blood, and the breeze was blowing, especially with a hint of dryness, and the long, curly hair fluttered gently in the wind.