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Under the moonlight, the three figures flickered continuously, and the sounds continued to come out one after another. In an instant, the figure flashed, and Zhao Zhijing raised his hand high. And pointed like a knife, and suddenly shouted: "Broken jade knife!" When the words fell, he saw the hand knife erected high, like a heavenly knife.

"Ahh After a closer look, I saw Huang Yaoshi, who was dressed in a cyan robe, and between the dodges, the jade flute in his hand did not pause at all, like a white jade long sword, suddenly stabbed out. But when his eyes saw the falling pieces of cloth, a trace of bitterness appeared on his handsome face.

At this time, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Even if I besiege with the seventh brother, will it not have the slightest effect on Zhao Xiaozi? I'm afraid that he is much stronger than Wang Chongyang in the past." ”

When Huang Yaoshi's figure was dodging, Hong Qigong, who was dressed in ragged clothes, approached step by step, and stepped heavily on the ground, and suddenly the bluestone slabs about three inches thick cracked one after another, and between the waves of his palms, the huge sound of the Dao continued to come out.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing's slender fingers bloomed like an orchid, and the true qi in his body suddenly operated, and the fingers between his fingers snapped, if a sharp sword suddenly **** out, slashing on the galloping golden dragon shadow, in the roar of the Dao, the golden dragon shadow let out an unwilling long groan in the air, and finally dissipated in the air.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing is not stuck in any moves, between the swaying figures, the hands show everything in the world. A palm was waved, one turned into two, two into four, and four into eight, and suddenly saw the shadow of the Dao Dao in front of him, forming a curtain condensed by the palm shadow. If a Shaolin disciple sees it, he will definitely be amazed that this person's thousand-handed Rulai palm cultivation is really profound, but only Zhao Zhijing knows that this is not the so-called thousand-handed Rulai palm, but an illusion produced because of the speed of his shot.

Under the moonlight, Zhao Zhijing and Hong Qigong fisted back and forth, and suddenly there were loud noises next to this small Jicui Pavilion. At this moment, Zhao Zhijing and Hong Qigong were like two giant beasts, and between those two fists, like thunder, there was a loud bang. A foot stomped heavily on the ground, and suddenly deep footprints appeared, and even the bluestone slab was trampled into powder, leaving only deep marks.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing punched out and smashed into Hong Qigong's chest with a bang. Hong Qigong suddenly felt as if his chest had been hit by a boulder, as if he was about to breathe, and a wisp of blood was already flowing from the corner of his mouth. But at this moment, he didn't have the slightest ambiguity, the wide palm swept across the air like a fan, and the palm wind suddenly whistled out and slapped heavily on Zhao Zhijing's chest.

But from the strength of the palm, Hong Qigong felt that Zhao Zhijing's body at this time seemed to be covered with whirlpools, and the whistling palm wind was constantly pulled by these forces, and the strength was only fifty percent when it hit. Despite this, Zhao Zhijing's figure still retreated suddenly, stepping on a few deep footprints on the ground.

When the sea breeze was howling, the bright moon in the sky was still there, but a dark cloud fluttered in the sky with the wind, which really blocked the bright moon in the sky, and only the wisps of moonlight shone from the edge of the dark clouds. In this dense bamboo forest, sprinkle a little white moonlight.

Feeling that the moonlight around him had become scarce, Zhao Zhijing knew that today's battle was about to end, and suddenly saw him open his mouth and suck it, like a whirlpool, swallowing a wisp of moonlight into his stomach. At this moment, the Purple Emperor Sword standing on the bluestone was no longer willing to be ordinary, as if it had life, and felt Zhao Zhijing's breath. Suddenly, it shook incessantly in the scabbard, and let out a long sword groan.

In between, wisps of sword qi floated out, constantly fluttering like wisps of mist. But the sword is still the same long sword of killing, and the sword qi is still the sword qi, and there is no room for underestimation. The falling bamboo leaves were torn apart by this mist-like sword qi and turned into fragments and fell in the air.

Zhao Zhijing, who was standing in the middle, swept the Purple Emperor Sword with his eyes, and suddenly bent his fingers, and a wisp of true qi flew out like a thin line, and when he rewinded, he had already pulled out the Purple Emperor Sword inserted into the bluestone. Flew quickly into Zhao Zhijing's hands.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing, who was holding a sword, a strange qi gushed out, and his body was straight at this time, just like a sharp sword standing between heaven and earth, and the breath circulating on it gave people a sense of not approaching, even Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi, who were looking at Zhao Zhijing at this time, vaguely felt a sharp breath looking for their eyes, **** coming, and their eyes felt a faint tingling.

A cold white light came out of the sword scabbard, in this dark cloud-covered Jicui Pavilion, giving people the illusion of a bright moon rising, and the dark bamboo forest suddenly shone at this moment.

Zhao Zhijing, who was dressed in a white robe, held the quaint sword hilt tightly with his right hand, and his free left hand gently brushed the purple jade-like sword body, as if stroking his lover, Zhao Zhijing, who had no trace of emotion, showed a smile on his face, which was a smile from the heart.

"Ding!"

Zhao Zhijing flicked his fingers, and the quiet sound continued to spread, and the beautiful sound spread in this bamboo forest, and everything seemed so beautiful.

At this moment, even the dark clouds in the sky could not bear to disturb the tranquility under the moon, and the slowly moving figure revealed the bright moon hanging in the sky, and the bright moonlight spread from the sky, and a layer of white tulle shrouded everything in the world at this moment, even the darkness in the shadows was not conspicuous at this moment.

Zhao Zhijing, who had a smile on his face, lightly touched the ground with one foot, and his figure rose up like a wisp of fluttering on the ground. At the same time, a long roar like a dragon in the empty valley came out of Zhao Zhijing's mouth, blowing everything in the world. The purple jade-like sword body slowly danced at this moment, and a sword wheel appeared in front of it.

Everything in the world stopped at this moment, and the countenance on Zhao Zhijing's face clearly fell on the eyes of Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong, and the glowing face set off Zhao Zhijing at this moment like an immortal god in the sky. Slowly opening his mouth, he spit out word by word: "―New-month-"

In the middle of the words, a palm-sized crescent moon appeared on the back of Zhao Zhijing's neck, as if illusory, not existing in this world, but there was still a cold moonlight emanating. At this moment, Zhao Zhijing's long sword pointed directly, and the sword followed the light. At this moment, Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi saw the cold moonlight flashing in front of them, and there were already cold sword flowers approaching, and between the figures, the robes of the two of them were already torn by the sword qi, and wisps of blood appeared on the skin on their bodies. (To be continued.) )