Yin Sanren retreated quickly, but Qu Mingde's speed of catching up was not slow. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qu Mingde's sword has always been pointed at the vital point of Yin Sanren's upper body, and the sword and nine flowers have been maintained for a while, and it has not dispersed until now.

It's not that the sword flower hasn't dispersed, but whenever it is about to disperse, Qu Mingde will shake his wrist to make the sword flower bloom again.

This set of movements is simple to say, but Qu Mingde's rhythm is quite well grasped.

Every time the Yin Sanren tried to launch a counterattack, it was when the sword flower in Qu Mingde's hand was at its peak, and such a result made him uncomfortable and only wanted to vomit blood.

retreated and retreated, and suddenly a nameless fire broke out in the hearts of Yin San's people.

He is a long-established senior in the rivers and lakes, and the person in front of him is just a young man who has not dried up. Now that he was fighting one-on-one with him, he was actually forced to retreat again and again, unable to fight back.

If this thing spreads, he still has the face to fight in the rivers and lakes.

"One sword and nine flowers. Very good, boy, if you think I can't do anything about you, then you're in the wrong place. As the Yin Sanren retreated, he finally spoke.

But now Qu Mingde has no time to deal with Yin Sanren, because he is calculating the trajectory of his sword.

"You only get one chance, so you have to be careful. Qu Mingde said silently in his heart.

In the blink of an eye, the two retreated directly to Qu Mingde's horse.

The horse seemed to be well-trained, and although the two of them were fighting fiercely, he stood there without the slightest expression. If this horse is a person, it definitely belongs to the heroes who have collapsed in front of Mount Tai and have not changed their color.

Although the Yin Sanren didn't look behind him, everything was still under his control.

Retreating to the horse, he bent over and took a sideways step, and then turned from under Qu Mingde's horse's belly to the other side.

In this way, although he has not completely departed from Qu Mingde's sword blade, the situation is much better. Because, most of his body has been covered by Qu Mingde's horse.

Seeing this, Qu Mingde's sword in his hand paused, and he seemed to hesitate a little because of the horse.

Although this pause was only a short moment, Qu Mingde's sword had already moved again, but the Yin Sanren who had been staring at Qu Mingde had already seized the opportunity.

I saw that Yin Sanren's short body stepped sideways past the horse, and before the person could stand firmly, he was already holding the sword in his backhand, as if he was holding a dagger, and rushed directly towards Qu Mingde.

The distance between the two was already close, and the rush of the Yin Sanren was that both sides had been included in the sword circle by the other party.

"Bell!"

With a sword stab, the Yin Sanren finally hit the sword body for the first time after Qu Mingde turned into a sword and nine flowers. This is also the first time that Yin Sanren has used a sword after Qu Mingde made a special move.

With the first, there are naturally second, third, and even countless times.

"Bell!

Like a symphony of steel, the two swords, one long and one short, kept colliding together under the control of Yin Sanren and Qu Mingde.

Different from the vague and silent confrontation just now, the battle between the two at this moment seemed much more real.

The situation was very unfavorable to Qu Mingde, because his rhythm had been disrupted by the Yin Sanren. At this moment, the battle between the two is gradually being incorporated into their rhythm by the Yin Sanren.

Just now, Qu Mingde and Yin Sanren were advancing and retreating, but now the whole situation is just the opposite.

Qu Mingde kept retreating, while the Yin Sanren strode forward, and at the same time, the short sword in his hand was like a cold poisonous snake, biting Qu Mingde's long sword tightly.

"Hmph, boy, didn't you chase after it just now?

Yin Sanren is probably angry, and at this time, he is no longer as calm as when he first met, and even the politeness on the surface is omitted.

Of course, in fact, there is nothing polite between the two.

It's just that no matter what this yin man says, Qu Mingde doesn't say a word. And his appearance made the anger of the Yin Sanren more and more great.

"It's just a junior, but I like to make this kind of deep appearance. Damn, really hateful!"

The mood of the Yin Sanren is very bad. He seemed to go back to twenty years ago, when there was a guy who did the same to him.

"Twenty years ago, there was a guy who made this appearance in front of me, but he finally begged me for mercy. Yin Sanren said to Qu Mingde: "However, he was finally scraped alive by me, and I thought that the pain I gave him was enough. But, boy, now I realize that that the pain is not enough, and that I will make you a hundred times worse than he is. ”

Qu Mingde didn't say a word, just shook his long sword, wanting to divide the sword body again and break the rhythm of the Yin Sanren.

"Bell, bell!"

There were three steel resonances in a row, and Qu Mingde's sword flower that had not yet bloomed was scattered alive.

"It's useless, boy, it's useless. "The more Yin Sanren fights, the more it seems to have fallen into madness.

Qu Mingde was also secretly surprised when he saw the appearance of the Yin Sanren. Because this guy's performance doesn't look like a battle-hardened old Jianghu at all, at least it's far worse than the golden knife Miao Pengyun who said an unreliable excuse and can continue as if nothing happened.

However, the more stupid the enemy behaved, the happier Qu Mingde naturally became, and there was no reason to worry about the enemy.

The only thing to worry about is that although the Yin Sanren looked crazy, the attack of the short sword in his hand became more and more fierce.

"Just can't be long!" Qu Mingde said in his heart, and he was even more careful when dealing with it.

"Damn, shit!"

Qu Mingde didn't know what kind of trauma this Yin Sanren had suffered twenty years ago, and it would actually make him what he is now, but none of this had anything to do with him.

Yin Sanren hit Qu Mingde's sword body with another sword, completely breaking all his sword flowers and exposing the true sword body.

"Hmph!" Seeing this scene, the Yin Sanren looked crazy on his face and sneered. At the same time, holding the ring of the left hand of the long sword, the tip of the sword drew a cold arc, and ran directly towards Qu Mingde's throat.

"The winner has been decided!" said Yin San.

The gist of the Thousand Illusion Sword Technique lies in a phantom word. When the real sword body is exposed in front of the enemy, often the disciples of Qingyunmen are not far from defeat. And in the current situation, defeat is death.

When Qu Mingde saw this scene, he also paused in his steps, and he stabbed out a sword.

It was originally a fluttering long sword, but after this stabbing out, it suddenly became sharp and dazzling.

The sword is like a meteor outside the sky, and it is gone in an instant, leaving only a brilliance that cannot be dissipated in the eyes of people.

This person is the Yin San.

"This isn't a Thousand Illusions Sword Technique!" Yin Sanren clutched his throat and said with difficulty.

"Not really!" said Qu Mingde.

As soon as Qu Mingde's words fell, a thin red line slowly oozed out of the throat of the Yin Sanren.