Long Zaitian said: "It's still the same sentence, if you have a fart, let it go." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoAs long as you don't come to us, if you lose, we want to spare you from dying, anything. ”

Guan Qianjian smiled bitterly and said, "You look down on me like this?"

Guan Qianjian raised the sword in his hand, his face was a little sad, and he sighed: "How many people in the world disobey me, only it is my true confidant." I think the three of us will compete, and whoever is the final winner will have to settle the sword, how about it?"

Long Zaitian pouted and said, "Listen to your tone, you are determined to win." Why do you believe that we two old ones will lose at the hands of a hairy boy like you?"

Guan Qianjian said: "Of course I am not sure of victory, but I have the determination to die." ”

Zhuang Mengdie said: "Everything in the world has its own master. The sword is given to the hero, and only the hero is worthy of the sword. When I kill Long Zaitian, as long as you go through thirty moves under me, I won't have the face to take away Dingjian again!"

Long Zaitian said hesitantly: "What a shame, who fell to the ground in the battle just now? You dare to speak out against a junior! You are embarrassed to use thirty moves against a junior, so it is better to let him commit suicide directly." Hmph, I'm going to beat you in thirty moves right now!"

Zhuang Mengdie said: "Okay, then let's see who will die after thirty moves!"

The two said that they would do it, and they immediately fought together.

This engagement is even more different than before, the two of them make no distinction between attack and defense, and it is difficult to distinguish between them, and they are both doing their best, and there is no longer the slightest idea of hiding their secrets.

For a while, the sound and anger were in unison, and the ground shook, although there were only two people fighting, it was like a thousand armies clashing. Guan Qianjian and Zhou Fang were closer to the battle circle, and they all felt the strong wind blowing on their faces, and their cheeks hurt, so they had to retreat step by step.

The rest of the guests and the three of them also retreated again and again, and they couldn't wait to stick it on the wall behind them.

The first lady squinted her eyes, dodged the strong wind, and leaned into Yun Jiuxiao's ear and shouted: "Sister Yun, do you think who of the two will win in the end?"

Yun Jiuxiao wriggled the wrinkles on his face, looked at Mrs. Yi with disbelief and said, "Then you don't need to say, of course it's the dragon in the sky." ”

The immortal ape pulled the gong and said: "That's not necessarily, looking at their way of playing, it is likely to be a lose-lose pair, become a twin pair, and go to Huangquan hand in hand!"

Mrs. Yi said with a smile: "If it is really as the master said, then our plan still has not failed, although the kid surnamed Guan has inexplicably healed the injury, and he is not ashamed to challenge Long Zaitian, with the three of us joining forces, he will not escape." ”

The immortal ape said: "I'm afraid that our luck is not good enough to be unreasonable, what if they are only injured and don't have braids happily?"

Yun Jiuxiao shouted: "Stupid! The tiger is injured, why don't you take the opportunity to extract his teeth, but also watch it heal the wound and eat your flesh again?"

The first lady nodded and said, "Sister Yun's words are good......

The fairy ape's eyes widened and said, "You also say I'm stupid?"

The first lady smiled, and before she could reply, the three of them looked at the field at the same time, Zhuang Mengdie took a big step back, shook off the opponent's entanglement, and at the same time the long sword drew an arc in front of him, and the sword end surged out one after another, blocking the tracking of the dragon in the sky.

Mrs. Yi exclaimed: "Zhuang Mengdie is going to lose again?"

Yun Jiuxiao said: "No, although he retreated, he was not in a hurry, I'm afraid he just changed his play." ”

The fairy ape said triumphantly: "Hey, you are all wrong, according to me, Zhuang Mengdie must have a trick to show......"

The three of them spoke, and their eyes didn't leave the arena for a moment, and their faces changed at this time, thinking, "What kind of martial arts is this?"

I saw Zhuang Mengdie's left arm open, waving up and down like the wings of a bird, very gentle and soothing, and the sword in his right hand was sudden and slow, carrying heavy loads and floating, like a dead branch in the waves.

At the same time, a strange and wonderful sound was squeezed out of him, not like the song of beasts, not like the song of birds, not like bells and drums, not like any kind of earthly sound, indescribable, incomparable.

When people hear it, they can never remember it, and at most they can only feel its rhythm. ――

"Gotta gotcha gotcha yes. Gotta gotcha gotcha yes. Gotta gotcha gotcha yes. ......”

Monotonous and mysterious.

"He's dancing?"

"He's celebrating a victory?"

"Why is Long Zaitian standing still stupidly? Is he really already losing?"

People who don't know are speculating.

Maybe only the two people who know in their hearts are the two people involved.

And only Zhuang Mengdie himself knows the origin of the magical martial arts he has performed. Because this is precisely his self-creation, called "Hou Sixteen", it is the last nirvana!

The fatal thing about this move is to control the enemy with an irresistible rhythm, so that the enemy will dance with me, enter my realm, and obey my orders.

And Long Zaitian is not confused, he knows that although the opponent's move itself does not have the ability to kill people and drink blood, but once he is bewitched by it, loses his nature, and obeys its rhythm, then it is tantamount to sending his throat to someone else's sword.

Fatally, since the sound of that voice, his limbs were no longer bound by his own will, and he was clearly going to use the "thunder and lightning" again to send the enemy to the western sky, but when he raised his sword, he played the beat as if he was enjoying a song and dance.

"Gotta gotcha gotcha yes. Gotcha, gotcha......"

He was surprised in his heart, but he was not flustered, and thought: "No martial arts can escape the internal force and moves, his internal strength can't beat me, no matter how strange the moves are, he can only take a small advantage, so why be afraid?"

He took a sharp breath and sealed his ear canal, muffling out his voice. Then move the sword, and then attack the enemy with sword energy.

He decided to break this move, and without giving his opponent any respite, he immediately slashed him under the sword.

But he could not hear the sound, but he felt the vibrations, and the compelling rhythm still irresistibly tugged at his limbs and pounded against his ribcage, and he was shocked to find that the sword he raised did not make the move he wanted, but beat it.

"Gotta gotcha gotcha yes. Gotcha, gotcha......"

What made him feel even more serious was that Zhuang Mengdie was approaching with this rhythm. But his feet are like roots, and he can't move a bit, only his knees rise and fall, and he bites to the beat.

If Zhuang Mengdie was allowed to walk within five feet, then he would no longer need any clever moves, and his peerless martial arts would be useless. He only needed to take his life with a sword as he did for any ordinary person.

His steps were huge, two feet at a time.

Ten feet, eight feet, six feet...... They are getting closer. The dragon is getting closer and closer to defeat in the sky, from being ruined and discredited, and from death.

"Haha, okay!" Long Zaitian knew that he had no skills to return to the sky, relaxed his whole body, only danced to the rhythm of the other party, and said with a smile: "At the last moment, I want to say something to you, surnamed Zhuang, although we are destined to be enemies because of the grievances between our ancestors, and you have hated me all my life, but I want to say that I am really grateful to you." It was you who finally gave me a taste of failure......"

Zhuang Mengdie stopped at his feet, leaving the last distance, and said while carrying the sword: "But I can't change my mind because of your gratitude, I not only want to kill you, but I will not even let your descendants go, I want to make the Heavenly Sword extinct in this world!"

These two people are light and dancing, wanting to retreat but not retreating, wanting to advance or not, really like a pair of friendly dancers.

But what they talk about is the life and death of themselves and others.

Long Zaitian said: "I don't worry about this, the heavenly sword is left to fend for itself from the day it was born, if it can't survive, it proves that he doesn't have to survive, but if God has mercy and can't bear to let this set of swordsmanship drown from now on, even if it encounters a powerful opponent, it will kill demons and demons, stand on its own in the world, and prosper forever." ”

Zhuang Mengdie sneered: "After you die, there will be no demons in the world, how can you say that you can kill demons and eliminate demons?"

The sound is gone.

But the dragon's invisible restraint in the sky was still there, and the rhythm still tugged at him, making it impossible for him to stop the trembling of his limbs.

He watched as the enemy's sword blade was about to pierce his body, but he couldn't do anything about it.

It was the first time in my life.

He finally understands that one cannot always be strong. A strong man will one day become a weak.

Who would have thought that this invincible number one in the world, the "Thor" who has terrified people in the rivers and lakes for decades, would die at the hands of his former subordinates.

Forty years ago, it was the battle with Zhuang Mengdie that made him famous, and forty years later, he still fought with Zhuang Mengdie, which made him ruined.

Everyone present, in the face of such a repetition, was full of emotion and stunned.

The tip of the sword has been stained with the dragon's robe in front of the heavenly chest. His death was a foregone conclusion.

However,

"Wow!-" The thunder rang out.

The person standing in front of Zhuang Mengdie saw that his pupils dilated instantly, and the light flashing in his eyes was only a look of fear.

The dragon in the sky is the dragon in the sky, and in this case, there is still the power to fight back!

The next moment, Zhuang Mengdie was stunned and retreated, but her toes touched the ground, and she moved out to the side, and then turned her head sideways-

There's someone behind you!

The position where he landed formed a triangle with the front and rear two, and the posture in which he stood included both the front and rear into the attack range.

Long Zaitian put away his sword in the sky: "I lost." ”

Zhuang Mengdie knew that as Long Zaitian, he would never admit defeat and strike again.

He was relieved of this.

But he still maintained his original vigilance, and did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

He didn't even dare to move his fingers. Because the person behind him, the power accumulated on a sword, made him feel unprecedented pressure.

It was like a bow and arrow that was stretched to the center of the brow.

Tiger's Wings!

"Is it you?" Zhuang Mengdie's tone was full of disbelief. The earth-shattering thunder just now turned out to be made by this person, not the dragon in the sky?

Although he was suspicious, Zhuang Mengdie preferred to be so, because this at least convinced him that Long Zai was really defeated!

"It's me. Guan Qianjian put the tiger's wings into the sheath, and with a wave of his hand, the sheath with the sword sank deep into the ground.

He had changed to an ordinary sword.

The three ladies and the three guests looked at each other in shock, and they didn't say a word to each other, but they all understood what the other party was thinking: "Judging from the sound of this sword move, Guan Qianjian's martial arts are probably no longer under the dragon in the sky, why did he suddenly improve like this?"

"Boy, you really shouldn't be too troubled," the dragon stepped aside and picked up a chair and sat down. "If you don't let me die under Zhuang Mengdie's sword, I will have to kill myself. ”

Zhuang Mengdie sneered at him: "Then why don't you do it yet?"

Long Zaitian clasped his hands in front of his chest and said: "What's the hurry? Look at your little bit of talent, you've been a stingy ghost all your life! I'm not trying to live a little longer, but there's one more thing I can't let go, that is, compared with your heirs, who loses and who wins, I must see what happens." Early death and late death are deaths, and I don't mind being a little later. ”

Zhuang Mengdie said: "It turns out that you are going to wait for someone to be a companion on the Nai He Bridge, and I will fulfill you." ”

Long Zaitian smiled and said: "Don't be yourself, in that case, the Netherworld will not be at peace from now on." ”

Zhuang Mengdie said disdainfully: "Your subordinates are defeated, do you still want to compete with me? You are still defeated under me, what is your heir? It's still the same sentence, you can't clean him up within thirty moves, and I don't have the face to embarrass him anymore, just give up the sword and admit defeat!"

Guan Qianjian said: "Zhuang Zhangmen is really good at saving face, knowing that he can't defeat me within thirty moves, even if he has three hundred moves and three thousand moves, he will not work, and he will be defeated by me in the end, maybe he won't even be able to save his life, so he set the number of thirty moves and leave a step for himself." ”

Zhuang Mengdie said angrily: "Okay, this is your own death!" Before the words fell, the door was set up, and he shouted: "Come and die." ”

Guan Qianjian slowly took a full breath, went to the hippie smile, changed to a solemn expression, and a pair of tiger eyes went up and down a large number of each other, in order to find out the weak point and give the thunder a blow.

However, at first glance, his heart couldn't help but sink to the bottom, and said secretly: "No wonder even the dragon is about to be defeated in the sky, his random action seems to be natural, and there is no chance to take advantage of it." It looks like I must not be the first to attack......"

When he was hesitating, he suddenly heard someone say: "Master, kill chickens with a cattle slaughtering knife, let me meet him!"

This person is none other than Thursday.

"You don't have to draw your sword. When Thursday Fang pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, Guan Qianjian said.

Zhou Fang was stunned for a moment, and was about to ask him what he meant by this, Guan Qianjian had already turned his back.

"Avoid me. I saw Guan Qianjian's shoulder swing and a sword slashed down.

He clearly turned his back to the enemy, but how did he ask people to take it?

However, at the same time, Zhou Fang snorted, pressed his hand to his chest, and took a few steps back.

The guests' eyes widened, and for a moment they couldn't guess what was happening. After a moment, it wasn't until Thursday Fang pressed four pillars of blood between his fingers in his chest that they let out an exclamation.

In the blink of an eye, Zhuang Mengdie's eldest disciple, who was even more martial arts than Immortal Ape and others, was already injured?

"Okay!" Long Zaitian slapped his palm on the table and sat up straight, "You are worthy of being the heir of the Heavenly Sword! With this move, even if you die here today, it will be enough to pass on your name to future generations." ”

Guan Qianjian smiled at him and said, "Thank you." Then he turned around and faced Zhuang Die's master and apprentice head-on.

"You stand down!" Zhuang Mengdie saw that although Guan Qianjian's sword came quickly and quickly, it had not yet caused fatal injuries to Zhou Fang. But his face had never been more ugly, because he had already seen that Guan Qianjian had absorbed a mysterious power from the tiger's wings, making his skills improve by leaps and bounds, and it was impossible to guess what kind of realm he had reached. I boasted that I would take him down within thirty moves, I'm afraid it's a bit hanging.

In the blink of an eye, he made a decision: he must use the strongest killing move to quickly solve the battle! In any case, he cannot exceed the number of 30 moves.

He didn't push anymore, and shouted in his mouth: "Hurt my beloved disciple, and kill yourself!" The true qi in his body had accumulated to the peak state, and he put his hands together, put the sword between his nose, and sat cross-legged.

(One chapter and two chapters, only this one today.) (To be continued.) )