It is said that the sword of the "White Cloud City Lord" Ye Gucheng was invincible in the world, even Ximen Blowing Snow could not win, and Lu Xiaofeng used his fingers to hold Ye Gucheng's stabbing sword. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's not that Lu Xiaofeng is more powerful, but I want to say that using your hands is also a good choice. Because everyone's body has the instinct to dodge or block danger, for example, when you suddenly see something flying in front of you, you don't need to think about it, you will definitely close your eyes and shrink your head and reach out to block it. During the time when he was born in Baiyun Temple, among the more than a thousand cliff jumps, and in the countless sudden attacks in the fog, his innate instinct has far surpassed that of ordinary people.

Of course, he couldn't use his fingers to catch such a sharp and fast sword, his head instinctively flashed to the side, and his left palm slapped on Han Dong's sword. Although his palm was still slashed by the sword diagonally, he managed to avoid it.

Just as he slapped the sword with his left palm, the sword on his right hand also arrived.

Han Dong stepped back and withdrew his sword, and then took out his sword. But there is no suddenness at this point. The innate sword was not faster than his sword speed, but the innate Heavenly Escape sword technique was ethereal and elusive, and Han Dong felt a little tricky and a little difficult.

The innate Pure Yang Gong worked on its own, and the body and around the sword body gradually became hotter, and when it met with Han Dong's cold air, the bursts of mist produced were even better than before. The more Han Dong fought, the more frightened he became, it seemed that this opponent didn't need his eyes to see in the fog, and it seemed that his sword could stab from any angle. Han Dong could only rely on his sword speed, and the sword light almost connected into a silver light circle that protected his whole body, clanging, and the two swords struck each other dozens of times.

The sword gradually slowed down. A sword that is engrossed in is as laborious and laborious as a fully drawn bow.

Born suddenly a little tired. He swung the boredom out of the sword in his hand.

When a sword cut into Han Dong's sword light, Han Dong was also infected with this boredom.

Born with a style of "sea and sky", the sword light is great, sweeping a sea and sky wide, and then taking a step back.

He collected his sword and condensed the light, making a sword pose. said: "It's better to stop." ”

Han Dong also put away his sword, he was a little gloomy, he turned around, and he was about to leave.

Born shouted, "Hey, big man, you forgot your back basket." ”

Han Dong said, "No, it's your back basket now." ”

Born to say, "I didn't beat you. ”

Han Dong said, "You won. for I cannot prevail against you. ”

At this moment, a figure appeared in the fog. He was in the way of Han Dong.

Han Dong frowned. His hands did not move, his body did not move, but he saw his eyes like a sword, his breath like a dragon, with the arctic cold, stabbing at the man's eyes and bones.

Suddenly, Han Dong felt that his eyes hurt so much that he couldn't even open them. Subsequently, I felt a biting chill, the cold was already the origin of Han Dong, and now I felt the cold and biting.

Han Dong couldn't stand anymore, almost kneeling on the ground, supporting himself with his hands. In his trembling lips, a sentence trembled: "It turns out that the cold is biting like this." ”

Born to squint at the man, he saw that the man looked old, as if he was about to return to the west and enter the earth at any time. Zheng Qi'er had already stood up, she was surprised and nervous. Worried about being born to shoot at the man, she said, "Don't do it. We can't beat it. ”

The man opened his misty eyes slightly, looked at Zheng Qi'er, and said with a kind of twilight: "Little girl, do you recognize me?"

Zheng Qi'er nodded and said, "The head of the family teacher, Emei, once mentioned his predecessors to me. ”

The man smiled. said: "It turned out to be a disciple of Su Yin, a nun." Tell me what she said about me behind her back?"

Zheng Que'er said: "The family teacher once said that there are three swordsmen in the United States today, and she can't fight them yet. And the predecessor your "cold sword" is one of them. ”

The man sneered, "Count her self-aware." I don't care about her. It's just that who are the other two?"

Zheng Que'er pondered for a moment and said, "There was still the old owner of Wanjian Villa, but now he has gone west. There is another person, the teacher did not say, and I do not know. ”

Leng Wei's eyes flickered, and he muttered: "This old ghost of Wanren Mountain will have to fight him again sooner or later." There is another person, is it talking about Gao Yanan, the old woman, or Ximen Qing of Wanmei Villa? It shouldn't be Ximen Qing, if Ximen Blowing Snow himself is still alive, it's almost the same. ”

Tiansheng couldn't help but want to speak, Zheng Qi'er glared at him, "What do you want to say?"

Tiansheng smiled and said, "I actually want to say that my master Bai Xing is also very powerful. It's just that he is too low-key and few people know about him. ”

Leng Wither's eyes flashed, extremely sharp, and he was naturally very uncomfortable to see. Leng Wei said: "What is the relationship between the White Star and the White Pure Old Dao?"

Tiansheng said: "Bai Jing is my master. ”

Leng Wei smiled coldly: "Bai Jing, an old immortal, can play tricks with his mouth, move his mouth lightly, and don't use his hands, what good apprentice can he teach." ”

Leng Wei looked at the unconvinced Tiansheng, and said, "I just looked at your swordsmanship, but that's it. If you can fight me with three swords, I will not care with you. ”

Tiansheng pulled out his sword, Zheng Qi'er stomped her feet, in a hurry, Tiansheng looked at her, smiled, and asked her to retreat.

Leng Wei raised his eyes and looked at Tiansheng, Tiansheng suddenly felt like falling into an ice cave, and even Zheng Qi'er, who was standing far away, felt this chill, although he saw that Tiansheng was confident, he couldn't help but be secretly worried.

The natural face has slowly frozen to gray, and the cold withering can't help but laugh. But soon, he was surprised, and his natural face returned to ruddy. Soon, he even turned red, and he could be seen to be very hot, and there was water vapor on the surface of his skin, and I didn't know if it was sweat or the frost that had just condensed on his face.

Tiansheng suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were red, and his blood was spurting. The cold withering couldn't help but become solemn.

A natural sword is slashed out, as fast as lightning, different from the ethereal and ethereal of the previous "Heavenly Escape Sword Technique", at this time, the natural sword is very hot, very direct, and very persistent, perhaps this is the true personality in the depths of the innate soul.

Leng withered out the sword, he didn't expect the first sword of the other party's hairy boy to force him to take out the sword.

It's just a joke, a bad joke, a cold joke.

He's going to smash this bad joke to pieces. It's like smashing those icebergs.