When King Jinlun encountered such an unreasonable and sharp-toothed hob meat, he could only scratch his head, and there was nothing he could do. Xiaolongnu's indifferent face couldn't help but smile slightly, and she thought in her heart: "Guo'er is really messing around, how can he hurt people so much! But that Zhao Zhijing and the Golden Wheel Dharma King are not good people, and they deserve to be taught a lesson!"

"Ma Daochang, the kid is not talented, he is willing to clean up the portal for the Quanzhen Sect, I don't know what to do with the long meaning?" Yang Guo turned around and said to Ma Yu with his fists.

Ma Yu smiled slightly and nodded: "You are my personal Dao boy, although you are no longer a member of the Quanzhen Sect now, you also have the right to take the place of the old Dao, clean up this evil obstacle, and live or die!

"Did you hear it? Did you hear it? The real person in charge of the Quanzhen Sect has said that I have the right to clean up this leper dog on behalf of the Quanzhen Sect! Good dogs don't get in the way, you don't want dogs to meddle with rats if you are a dead bald donkey!" Yang Guo raised his chin and squinted at the Golden Wheel Dharma King and said, then he seemed to think of something good to think of, and slapped his slap and laughed, "I finally know why Zhao Zhijing, a traitor, learned a dog's nature after he left the Quanzhen Sect, it turns out that his new master is a wild dog with a whole body!

The heroes on the side listened to Yang Guo's belittlement, the rude, insidious and cunning King Jinlun and Zhao Zhijing, who deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors, all of them were very happy, and they shouted endlessly, which made the King of Jinlun even more depressed.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King knew that he couldn't do anything, and it was already difficult to stop the fact that Yang Guo had taken the place of the Quanzhen Sect, and he couldn't get any benefit from entangled in this matter, so he rolled his eyes and made a plan, laughed out loud and suppressed the noise of everyone on the field, and then said, "So to speak. Little brother, it's okay for you to do something for the Quanzhen Sect. However, since it is under the banner of cleaning up the portal for the Quanzhen Sect, then you can only use the martial arts of the Quanzhen Sect to compete with Brother Zhao, if not, don't blame me for interfering. ”

The Golden Wheel Dharma King also knew a thing or two about Yang Guo, and thought that Yang Guo had not been in the Quanzhen Sect for a few years in total, and he was driven out of the Quanzhen Sect by Zhao Zhijing. No matter how good the talent is, Quanzhen martial arts is probably just so-so, how can it be worthy of Zhao Zhijing's decades of hard work.

This restriction made Yang Guo move his hands to tie his hands and feet, and it was difficult to exert his true strength, and Zhao Zhijing was much more likely to win, so he was still sure to use sharp words to squeeze away the Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect. It didn't have much impact on their plans.

Yang Guo immediately understood the Golden Wheel Dharma King's little abacus, raised his eyebrows, and smiled secretly in his heart: "Hehe! You have miscalculated this, my master, I can be said to be more handy in learning the Quanzhen Exercises in the Ancient Tomb Sect than when I was in the Quanzhen Sect, so I let you lift a stone and hit yourself in the foot!"

Therefore, Yang Guo waved his hand to stop the crowd and scolded the Golden Wheel Dharma King for being despicable and shameless. Grinned and said, "Okay! You dead bald donkey is shameless, but the master doesn't care! Let you see how the master used our Chongyang Patriarch's true swordsmanship to beat this leper dog with his tail between his legs!"

The corners of the Golden Wheel Dharma King's mouth twitched, and he didn't speak again; Zhao Zhijing was barked by Yang Guo with a pug on the left and a leper dog on the right, and the new hatred and old hatred had already made him angry, so how could he care about the others and shouted: "Little bastard, suffer death!" drew his sword and flew towards Yang Guo.

Yang Guo did not show weakness, and pulled out the long sword at his waist with a swing of his right hand. The cold light in his eyes killed Zhao Zhijing. The sword in his hand was not an ordinary soldier, he knew that the ancient tomb was the place where Wang Chongyang hoarded supplies back then, and when he was ready to come out and roam the rivers and lakes. I took the little dragon girl to sweep the ancient tomb, not to mention, they found the two swords of "Flying Dragon" and "Dancing Phoenix" in the mezzanine of a dark wall.

These two swords were originally found by Lin Chaoying with great difficulty, planning to use one person and one sword with Wang Chongyang, and the two swords were combined to wander the world. It's a pity that the two of them have no fate, and they couldn't get together in the end, and Lin Chaoying was angry and reluctant to destroy the double swords. So he sealed it in the dark wall mezzanine, but he didn't expect it to be cheaper than Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu. ...

As the saying goes: an expert knows if there is one as soon as he makes a move. It's also a true swordsmanship. Just from the two of them drawing their swords, you can see the difference in height.

Zhao Zhijing was angry and full of momentum. But anyone with a discerning eye could see that his sharp sword light was a little messy, and there were three or four obvious flaws in this move alone.

On the other hand, Yang Guofeng is light, tepid, and full of artistic conception of a sword like flowing water, which seems to hide a thousand changes behind it, which is elusive!

Many people showed a look of horror in their eyes, and they couldn't help muttering in their hearts: "It's really rare for this handsome young man to have such swordsmanship attainments! Listening to the meaning of Fang Cai's words, he was born in the Quanzhen Sect? How could the Seven Sons of Quanzhen let go of such a good seedling? Strange! Strange!"

Even Guo Jing and Huang Rong on the side looked at Yang Guo incredibly, just with this move, they could judge Yang Guo's swordsmanship achievements, Guo Jing was full of joy, and his often tense face was simply smiling, Yang Guo can have a future, he is happier than anyone else, and he feels very comforted in his heart, he can be worthy of the dead brother and Mu Nianci's sister.

Huang Rong was a little surprised in surprise, because of the clever interference of Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen, she didn't have too much disgust for Yang Guo in her heart, and she didn't particularly wary of Yang Guo, but she also cared about the other party.

But after all, Yang Kang's death was indirectly related to her, so she suddenly saw that Yang Guo's progress was far beyond her expectations, which shows Yang Guo's talent! Huang Rong couldn't help but worry: In case Yang Guo turned against them because of Yang Kang in the future, I am afraid the consequences would be unpredictable......

Just when Huang Rong was weighing in her heart whether Yang Guo would or how likely it would be to be unfavorable to herself and Brother Jing because of Yang Kang's death, Yang Guo and Zhao Zhijing had already fought for more than a dozen rounds, completely suppressing Zhao Zhijing to the point that he only had the ability to parry and had no power to fight back.

Because of his love and hatred with Wang Chongyang, Lin Chaoying thoroughly studied the Quanzhen Sect exercises, and the Ancient Tomb Sect swordsmanship was even more tricks to restrain the Quanzhen swordsmanship. Yang Guo has been following Ma Yu to practice Quanzhen Sect martial arts from the very beginning, whether it is internal strength or fist and foot swordsmanship, what he has learned is the most authentic and quintessential thing.

Yang Guo is also talented and intelligent, and he is not much higher than Zhao Zhijing, plus he learned the trick of cracking the Quanzhen Sword Technique from the Ancient Tomb School, and his understanding of the Quanzhen Sword Technique is not inferior to that of the Seven Sons of Quanzhen who have been practicing for decades.

What's more, Yang Guo has the assistance of the cold jade bed, and the internal force cultivation is day and night, and the purity is far better than Zhao Zhijing.

How could Zhao Zhijing, who was inferior to Yang Guo in all aspects, be Yang Guo's opponent, at this time, he was already sweating profusely, and he was stumbling.

Yang Guo played Zhao Zhijing for a while, and he didn't feel that it was interesting, and he planned to end this boring competition in two or three more rounds, beat Zhao Zhijing back to a serious injury, and hand it over to Qiu Chuji to deal with, even if it was the end of the original grievance.

Originally, according to the grievances between the two of them and Zhao Zhijing's sentence of "little bastard", Yang Guo planned to take his life, but after thinking about it, it would be more appropriate to hand it over to Qiu Chuji, so that they could deal with Zhao Zhijing, a traitor, in public, and save some face.

But people have the heart to fight the tiger, and the tiger has the intention of hurting people, and at this moment, the cruel look in the eyes of Zhao Zhijing, who has been pressed and beaten, flashed.

The long sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand, which already had seven or eight soybean collapses on the blade, slashed up from the bottom to the top, and slashed towards Yang Guo's waist.

In fact, since the fight, Yang Guo did not blindly use the sharpness of the sword to suppress Zhao Zhijing, but purely relied on swordsmanship to find the flaws in Zhao Zhijing's moves, and restrained Zhao Zhijing so much that he gave up halfway with every move and withdrew his moves.

Yang Guo knew at a glance that Zhao Zhijing's move was too traced, if he raised his wrist two inches according to local conditions, he could make Yang Guo retreat or dodge, but at this time, the sword momentum was too low, giving Yang Guo a chance to attack his upper body. ...

Yang Guo was also not polite, the "Flying Dragon Sword" in his hand stabbed forward quickly, if Zhao Zhijing did not withdraw and dodge like before, he would definitely be able to stab him in the shoulder before he slashed himself, so that he would abandon the sword and capture.

However, Zhao Zhijing did not dodge in time as Yang Guo expected, and waited until Yang Guo's "Flying Dragon Sword" was about to stab Zhao Zhijing in the shoulder, Yang Guo saw the hatred in Zhao Zhijing's eyes and the hint of joy that the conspiracy had succeeded.

Yang Guo was stunned in his heart, and before he had time to think about what was going on, he saw Zhao Zhijing's left hand raised, and the three triangular meteor darts clasped in the palm of his hand came out of his hand, and they were distributed upper, middle, and lower, and hit Yang Guo in three places: throat, chest, and lower abdomen.

Zhao Zhijing is going to fight hard, and he has to suffer Yang Guo's sword, and he also wants Yang Guo to dart. At this time, the two were extremely close to each other, and Yang Guo's moves were old, so it was difficult to dodge this sudden meteor dart. And under the sunlight, it was obvious that the meteor dart was flashing with a dark blue glow, "The dart is poisonous!" Yang Guo was shocked.

However, although Yang Guo was not shocked, the light skills of the ancient tomb sect were a must in the rivers and lakes, but Yang Guo was fortunate to catch sparrows in the net of heaven and earth.

Yang Guo took a deep breath, the toe of his left foot was wrong, the heel of his right foot stomped on the ground, and the whole body stopped rushing forward, and at the same time leaned backwards to avoid the long sword sharpened by Zhao Zhijing, and the wrist of his right hand swung lightly, the "Flying Dragon Sword" was really like a flying dragon, flying up and down, and the extremely sharp blade made a "buzzing" sound under the urging of internal force.

"Poof!poof!" Two soft sounds, the two meteor darts that hit Yang Guo's throat and lower abdomen were actually cut in half by the "Flying Dragon Sword" and fell to the ground; Yang Guo's sword tip was lightly picked, and he made a skill, and the last meteor dart actually dribbled and rotated on the tip of the sword, Yang Guo's wrist shook, and the meteor dart shot back with a "whoosh".

This series of actions is a long story, in fact, it is only a moment's effort, Zhao Zhijing was still full of pride to see Yang Guozhong dart fall to the ground, wailing in pain and dying, but the dark blue ghost light broke his illusion, and the meteor dart that was hit back by Yang Guo's sword tip had already come straight to his heart, and it was too late for him to dodge.

Just heard the sound of "poof!", the meteor dart hit Zhao Zhijing's heart, and black poisonous blood suddenly flowed out.

"Ahh

But Zhao Zhijing was too ruthless, the poison quenched on the meteor dart was too toxic, and it was the center of the mouth, and the poisonous gas directly entered the heart and lungs, and when his hand was just withdrawn, he couldn't support it, spit out a mouthful of black blood, and fell to the ground and died. (To be continued)