Chapter 129: Turning Defeat into Victory

As she spoke, she waved her hand, and immediately there was a sala-la sound! There was a burst of rain that seemed to be like a torrential rain from her hand, and flew towards the nine exhausted women. Suddenly, the exclamations www.biquge.info the chickens and dogs jumped, and the nine women were flustered and self-defeating.

Seeing this, Nan Jian shouted loudly, and his sword qi was like a rainbow, rising into the sky! After the sound of bells, bells, and bells, the nine women were torn apart, staggering, and all fell to the ground; only Du Baiyun, the head of the sword array, the Nine Heavens Xuannu, was still standing firmly in place. When she unfolded her hand and caught the so-called dart thrown by Ren Siyun, she was stunned on the spot - it turned out to be a few brown seeds!

Where did these brown seeds come from? It turned out that Ren Siyun had just taken advantage of the nine women to trap her beloved Nanjian brother in the impenetrable sword formation, and she was extremely anxious; so, she had a plan, walked under the nearby palm tree, looked up at the fruitful brown seeds on it, and grinned! She quickly unfolded the ability of ants to climb the tree, climbed up, and picked a bag full of brown seeds; therefore, she had the origin of these unique secret weapons just now!

Now the southern sword has been put into the sheath and has come to Siyun's side.

"Brother Nanjian, how about my unique secret weapon?" she said with a giggle.

Nanjian took her hand and looked at her with an affectionate smile, "It's powerful!" he said, "It's just a matter of nothing!"

So, she smiled even more happily, leaning forward and leaning back, and the flowers and branches trembled.

"Nan Shaoxia, Miss Ren, thank you for your mercy, we lost!" At this time, Du Baiyun, the Nine Heavens Xuannu, stepped forward, arched her hand at them and said, "Now I will take the two of you to meet our Fu Zhuang master." Please!" she said, stepping forward with her sword in hand.

Passing through the back garden with flowers and plants, Du Baiyun, the Nine Heavens Xuannu, led the two up the stone steps, only to see the door of the house wide open, and the lights inside were bright. Above the main hall there is a large white stone chair draped in a dignified tiger skin, and an old man with a white beard sits on it.

This person looks vigorous, with crane hair in childhood, ruddy complexion, eyes like electricity, and the royal blue silk robe on his body is smooth and soft, with excellent texture and proper tailoring, which fully demonstrates this person's wealth and elegance.

Under the stone steps, there were more than a dozen swordsmen on the left and right, holding long swords and fluttering sword spikes, their expressions were solemn and solemn, fully expressing their respect for the old man on the jade steps. Among them, there was the middle-aged man surnamed Ye who was competing with Nanjian just now, and his three helpers.

As soon as they walked in, Du Baiyun, the Nine Heavens Xuannu, bowed to the old man with white hair in the hall and said:

"Master Qiyu, the distinguished guests you invited are Nanjian Shaoxia and Miss Ren Siyun!"

"Very good!" said the owner of Du Zhuang in a voice similar to Hong Zhongye, "Then quickly invite the two distinguished guests to come and talk!"

So, Nan Jian and Ren Siyun walked into the lobby, bowed to the master of Du Zhuang above the main hall and said:

"Junior, meet Master Du!"

"No courtesy!" the other party laughed and said, "Two friends, they are really heroes and young men, and their skills are extraordinary! Now please draw your sword and pull it out, and let the old man personally understand and understand it, your excellent swordsmanship!"

When the two of them heard this, they were stunned on the spot, "Master Du Zhuang," Nan Jian looked serious, and saluted the other party again and said, "We have never had any mistakes, why do you want to be strong, aggressive, and meet each other again!"

When the other party heard this, he burst into laughter again, "After three moves, of course I will tell you the reason," he said, "Now you don't have to ask more." You just have to use your sword with your heart and watch out for your own safety!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, but saw that a sharp sword stuck in the stone wall behind him flew out with a dragon groan, and it fell firmly in his hand impartially. Immediately, the sword light shone brightly, and the old man had risen to the sky, like a harrier eagle flying down towards the southern sword, and, like the great waves of the sea, with a terrible cold air, rushed towards the southern sword.

Suddenly, Nan Jian felt that the air around him was tense, bringing him a palpitation that he had never felt before. Although he was also engrossed and reacted quickly, when his sword was unsheathed, the other party was already above his head, and the speed of his sword really surprised and surprised him!

In particular, when he heard the opponent's sword qi descending from the sky with a buzzing roaring sound, he broke out in a cold sweat! In a panic, he had no choice but to hurriedly fall backwards to avoid the opponent's extremely sharp sword; at the same time, he picked up and flicked the sword in his hand, and he was very thrillingly lucky to dodge, and the opponent's sword fell from the sky!

"Yes, there are really two hits!" said the owner of Du Zhuang with emotion.

However, when Nanjian jumped up from the ground and had not yet come back to his senses, the opponent's second sword once again had a chilling momentum, and the sound of breaking through the air was like dozens of very strange poisonous snakes, spitting out letters from high in the sky, and flew towards him.

It was so fast that Nan Jian didn't think much about it, so he had to roll on the ground, and then turn over and jump, just as he was about to stand up. Unexpectedly, the other party's sword was very weird, and it had the speed of accompanying him like a shadow, biting his every move.

At that moment, danger abounded, and it seemed that it had reached a critical moment when his fate was hanging by a thread! Nan Jian woke up suddenly, remembering his father, Nan Ping, the flower messenger, and his father-in-law, Wu Shuang, when they were competing for swords in the maple forest on the shore of Luoyan City Lake, that strange trick of survival in a desperate situation!

This trick came like this, when his father, Nan Ping, the messenger of protecting flowers, and Wu Shuangxia, who was unparalleled among Wu Shuangjian among his righteous fathers, competed in the maple forest; in the end, his father seemed to seize a very favorable opportunity, and stabbed the sword in his hand at Wu Shuangmiao's door quickly; Wu Shuang was calm and relaxed, and did not panic, when a fiery red maple leaf fell between them. Suddenly, he raised the empty scabbard he held in his left hand and put the sword that his father had stabbed in front of him into his own, and then he swung his sword out, and finally turned defeat into victory, fulfilling the myth of that duel for the ages!

For this reason, Nan Jian did not hesitate, looked at the coming sword, and pestled the empty sword scabbard in his left hand. But the owner of Du Zhuang didn't know what he meant, he was taken aback when he saw this, and blurted out:

"Young man, you don't want to die!" But before he could say anything, there was a click, and his sword had been put into his empty sheath by the southern sword.

Suddenly, he was taken aback, and secretly admired the other party's boldness and carefulness, courage and strategy!

"Senior, this sword is mine now!" Nan Jian laughed and swung his sword out.

"Little brother, it's amazing!" said Du Zhuang with an appreciative tone, and at the same time, he grabbed the long sword that was swung by the Southern Sword with his right hand.

At that moment, Nanjian was startled, and thought: Is this person crazy, he still dares to grab my sword!

Unexpectedly, when the sword arrived, his wrist suddenly changed, and his palm was propped up, and there was a sudden swish! A strong suction force actually snatched the sword from Nanjian's hand and grasped it firmly on his palm.