Just when the battle between Ouyang Xiaodie and Qin Feiyang was about to break out, the knife-wielding man on the pine and cypress branch suddenly shouted, "Slow!"

Everyone followed the prestige, but saw a blue shadow with a touch of sword light leaking down from the peak behind Baiyi'an, and the sword light was awe-inspiring, slashing straight away at Qin Feiyang's head. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Qin Feiyang sneered, the knife was already spinning blue, red and green and flew out, but when he heard the sound of 'ding ......', the two knives met, and the four colors of white, red, blue and green light splashed out of the air, and in a flash, Qin Feiyang had already held the whirling knife.

The blue shadow man laughed and fell to the ground, hugged his fists and saluted Ouyang Xiaodie, and said: "It's often raining lightly, I saw the girl at the weapons conference last time, and this time I came to protect Ouyang girl by the old fox, and as for this person who can't see the light, I will hand it over to you!"

The person who came was none other than Chang Xiaoyu.

Ouyang Xiaodie looked at the ordinary-looking Chang Xiaoyu in front of him, and secretly thought to himself: I had already heard that he had a good friend named Chang Xiaoyu, but who was the old fox in Chang Xiaoyu's mouth? Could it be him......? It's just that the old fox in your mouth is ......"

Qin Feiyang knew that Chang Xiaoyu was talking about himself in the disdainful of words, when was he so disregarded by others, although 'Coming to Feixue Chang Xiaoyu' was the best among the younger generation in the martial arts, but he didn't put it in his eyes, as soon as Ouyang Xiaodie finished speaking, Qin Feiyang smiled and said: "I didn't expect there to be a man who is even crazier than the uncle!

Chang Xiaoyu still didn't look at Qin Feiyang, and pointed at Qin Feiyang with the flying snow knife in his right hand: "Wait a minute, Uncle will clean you up!" and smiled at Ouyang Xiaodie: "The old fox is naturally talking about Ren Wandering, hehe!"

Ouyang Xiaodie was stunned and ecstatic, and her lips trembled, "He's not dead?!"

Chang Xiaoyu was stunned.

Ouyang Xiaodie couldn't help blushing, even when the three words Ren Piaoping sounded in his ears, it made him so happy and warm, but when he saw that the knife in Qin Feiyang's hand had been cut towards Chang Xiaoyu's back, he exclaimed, Chang Xiaoyu twisted his body and retreated in a dislocation, and sneered in his mouth: "I don't know who my surname is when I hold a treasure knife in my hand!"

Qin Feiyang let out a 'woe' and said, "Do you know this knife in the uncle's hand?"

Chang Xiaoyu said disdainfully: "The ancestor of the Miao knife, the knife is one foot two long, curved outward, crescent-shaped, the back of the knife is bent with the blade, two rippled nail prints on both sides, the blade is extremely sharp, the handle is four inches long, and it is sandwiched with two horns and fixed with pins." The sword of Chi You, the leader of the Ancient Sanmiao Nine Quinoa Tribal Alliance, was defeated by Xuanyuan Sword in the battle of the deer! Ranked second among the world's famous swords!" After speaking, he actually made a grimace at Qin Feiyang and said, "Is this hero right!"

Qin Feiyang stroked the knife in his hand with his hand, like stroking the face of his first love, gentle and emotional, and suddenly said: "Okay! Since you are a person who understands knives, presumably your knife skills will not be too bad, and the uncle will let you see what the 'Crazy Knife Thirteen Styles' is today!

When the words fell, Qin Feiyang crossed his hands in his arms, lowered his head, motionless, and placed his right hand 'Miao Dao Ancestor' on his left rib with his right hand, and the tip of the knife pointed behind his back at will.

Although Chang Xiaoyu was arrogant on his mouth, he knew in his heart that Qin Feiyang's 'Crazy Knife Thirteen Style' was not easy to deal with, and he didn't dare to be careless at the moment, his legs seemed to be randomly split into a seventy-five degree angle to stand, but it was a standing style with both offense and defense, and behind the flying snow knife in his right hand, the tip of the knife pointed directly at the gray void, laughing!

No one spoke, the air was already filled with a cold murderous aura, and the Bodhisattva in the nunnery was obviously not moved by the upcoming decisive battle between the two great sword masters, and his face was still peaceful, but the four pairs of eyes hidden behind the Bodhisattva statue were an indescribable divine light.

The killing intent is getting stronger, and the distance between Chang Xiaoyu and Qin Feiyang is already as cold as winter, a mouse without long eyes snorts out, and as soon as it enters the invisible circle, the sound of the mouse 'Z' has just risen, and it has been torn and shattered by the clear knife qi of the two, flesh and blood are flying, and the balance is broken, at the same time, Ouyang Xiaodie saw the mouse scream, Qin Feiyang and Chang Xiaoyu were already fighting together.

But seeing Qin Feiyang's 'Ancestor of Miao Dao' transformed into three '8' shapes and went straight to Chang Xiaoyu from the left and right fronts in three directions, his body bullied Chang Xiaoyu at the same time, Chang Xiaoyu's eyes were slightly closed, and the flying snow knife backhand swept up the flying snow from left to right from behind, cutting straight to the center of the '8' shape.

Qin Feiyang saw that the three '8' shaped knife qi disappeared suddenly, and instead of retreating, he advanced, and his whole body knelt on the bluestone brick ground with a thud, but he was castrated, and his body leaned back and his knees slid quickly on the bluestone brick ground, and the ancestor of the Miao knife was already rapidly cutting to Chang Xiaoyu's right rib, these few moves, Qin Feiyang did it in one go, and the speed was amazing.

Chang Xiaoyu had just broken the opponent's '8'-shaped knife qi, Qin Feiyang's strange move had arrived, but he felt a chill on his right ribs, and it was too late to turn around, but Chang Xiaoyu in front of Qin Feiyang suddenly fell down on his back to the sky, and his own move was in vain, and Chang Xiaoyu's flying snow knife had already slid down the ground, slashing Qin Feiyang's knees.

Qin Feiyang was shocked in his heart, he couldn't stop his body from castrating at this moment, but a fierce intent appeared in his eyes, allowing Chang Xiaoyu's Flying Snow Knife to look at his knees, and at the same time, the ancestor of the Miao Knife swept up all kinds of coldness, and looked at Chang Xiaoyu's throat sharply.

Chang Xiaoyu couldn't help but secretly admire the other party's madness, knowing that if he cut off the opponent's knees with this knife, the other party's knife would immediately cut his throat. At that moment, he closed the knife and faced the ancestor of the Miao Dao of the other party, and at the same time, his body turned upside down.

The two of them have passed four rounds at this moment, and each has not taken advantage of the other party, but they have a bottom of each other's knife skills. The two of them stood up again, without saying a word, and fought together again, at this moment Qin Feiyang's Thirteen Crazy Knife Styles had been fully unfolded, and every time the knife was waved, it was only offensive but not defensive.

The mad knife thirteen style is to take the two strong to meet the brave wins, always always use their own hands, feet, arms and legs to exchange the opponent's life, and the opponent is unwilling, which gives himself the opportunity to seize the opportunity, between the masters, every advantage is the difference between life and death.

And Chang Xiaoyu's knife technique is amorphous, sometimes like Shaolin's 'Panruo Demon Knife', sometimes like SX Peng's 'Five Tigers Soul Breaking Knife', and suddenly it seems to be Wudang's 'Xuanxu Knife Technique'...... Carefully distinguish but nothing, of course, not his 'Chang family knife technique', Chang Xiaoyu's knife technique is just a murderous knife technique, at this point there is no difference from the thirteen styles of the mad knife, the difference is that Chang Xiaoyu's knife technique strives for a 'fast' word, fast in order to seek a first opportunity.

It's because of the two of you, you come and go, and Huo Huo Feiteng moves for another eight rounds, all to get a head start, eight rounds, Qin Feiyang' The thirteen and twelfth styles of the mad knife have ended, the two of them parted suddenly, the sound of the knife suddenly stopped, the white, red, blue and green four-color knife qi disappeared suddenly, the seven or eight cedar leaves and countless pine needles that fell in the courtyard of the Baiyi Nunnery in the rain last night rotated under the inertia of the strong knife qi that suddenly stopped, and there were small pieces of snow flying out of the snow knife in the light rain, and the circle of rotation became smaller and smaller, until the last leaf with some reddish made one last weak effort, and quietly lay in the center of the whirlpool.

Until this moment, the last fallen leaf in the eyes of Ouyang Xiaodie, Master Zhicheng and the others was sprinkled with blood. Blood is Qin Feiyang's blood, because the tip of Chang Xiaoyu's Flying Snow Knife is dripping blood, Qin Feiyang's right rib is red, and the only eye that is exposed outside is even stronger at this moment, a touch of madness erupts, and the footwork under his feet moves, as if he is looking for Chang Xiaoyu's flaws.

Chang Xiaoyu was laughing, and he was also moving his steps, and the two of them were turning around in this small courtyard like this, until the moment Chang Xiaoyu's back was turned towards the nunnery of the Baiyi Nunnery, Qin Feiyang shouted: "Qingxuzi!"

Chang Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart: Wudang Qingxuzi?!'s eyes rolled around, wanting to turn back, but he was afraid that Qin Feiyang would cheat, maybe at this moment, Qin Feiyang's last style of the Thirteen Crazy Knife Styles would kill him, don't look at it, but it is difficult to rest assured, if that Qingxuzi is really behind......

However, Qin Feiyang had already sneered and struck out the last form of the thirteenth style of the mad knife, this knife has not changed at all, it is just a knife that is extremely violent, and it is also a knife that is not as fast as it can be concealed, Qin Feiyang's knife, both hands grasped the handle of the ancestor of the Miao Dao, and slashed down from the top of the 85 degrees obliquely, and the knife has integrated all of Qin Feiyang's essence into the ancestor of the ancient divine soldier Miao Dao, but I saw that the red, green and blue colors diffused and gushed out from the ancestor of the Miao Dao, turning into a three-color tangible and qualitative knife qi with a width of one foot and a zhang long and one zhang one after another.

At the same time, Ouyang Xiaodie and Master Zhicheng also secretly said in their hearts: Qing Xuzi?!, but when they saw Qin Feiyang's knife, their eyes were full of horror.

Chang Xiaoyu didn't care much, mobilized the strength of his whole body to condense on the flying snow knife, and from the top of his head, he slashed out a knife qi five feet wide and seven feet long, and the knife qi was already condensed with an incomparable chill, carrying thousands of snowflakes to meet Qin Feiyang's knife.

The sword qi met in the air, and the silver-white thousands of snowflakes flew in the same direction - the red knife qi, the red knife qi passed away in the snowflakes flying, and the knife qi of the flying snow knife split towards the green and blue sword qi, but saw the blue, green and white three sword qi surging in the air, and disappeared in an instant.

Qin Feiyang and Chang Xiaoyu's figures were shocked back three steps at the same time, and the internal strength of the two of them was indistinguishable, but behind Chang Xiaoyu's retreating figure was suddenly out of thin air, and at this moment, Ouyang Xiaodie's eyes in Chang Xiaoyu's eyes and Master Zhicheng's eyes actually shot out four angry colors, and at the same time, Chang Xiaoyu had already heard Ouyang Xiaodie's exclamation: "Qingxuzi!"

Chang Xiaoyu's eyes wiped a trace of indescribable sadness, and he secretly said in his heart: He died before he left the school, and at the same time, a hazy figure flashed in his mind, which was the figure of his father who he had never met, as well as Ziyun's face, and the face of his unborn child that looked exactly the same as himself...... Chang Xiaoyu already felt a chill sink into his left shoulder blade......

At this moment, a white figure swept down from the wall of the nunnery, like a ghost, fleeting, and a blue-red sword light suddenly rose up, angrily slashing the hand holding the sword that pierced Chang Xiaoyu's left shoulder blade.

Master Zhicheng and the two warrior monks were still rubbing their eyes, Qin Feiyang's eyes were clearly looking like they had met a ghost, but Ouyang Xiaodie was smiling and smiled happily.