"If it goes on like this, I will definitely lose, no, I can't do this!" Yu Yunting's eyes showed a hint of ruthlessness, he knew that Zhao Lang was playing tricks on himself, but he wanted Zhao Lang to pay the price for his arrogance.

High swordsmanship does not mean that you will definitely be the final victor!!

"Aren't you very proud? Aren't you the head of a famous sect on the top? Is there only such a little ability?" Zhao Lang's sword is getting faster and faster, and the cooperation between the Quanzhen swordsmanship and the jade girl's swordsmanship is seamless and flawless.

"Junior Hugh is arrogant!" Yu Yunting looked resentful and angry, but there was a hint of longing hidden in the depths of his eyes.

He is waiting for the opportunity, waiting for Zhao Lang's flaws, just like a poisonous snake, waiting for the best time, waiting for the other party to reveal absolute flaws, and make the opponent fatal with one blow.

On the rivers and lakes, in the battle of life and death, one's own strength is certainly a crucial part, but in addition to one's own strength, ruthlessness and determination are also the only requirements.

In martial arts, there has never been a shortage of examples of defeating the strong with the weak, reversing the victory and defeat in the blink of an eye, and turning defeat into victory.

Most of these people who turned from victory to defeat made a mistake, that is, they underestimated the enemy and were arrogant, showing mercy to their opponents in battle, and playing with their opponents.

Undoubtedly, Zhao Lang at this time, in Yu Yunting's heart, is exactly such a person.

"Arrogance? How can I have the arrogance of your disciples of the Qingcheng faction? Molesting women from good families on the street, killing people if they don't agree with each other, and killing people with quenching poisonous secret weapons!"

"I don't dare to go outside the city to resist the Mongolian iron cavalry, I will only be inside the city, and I will be powerful. Could it be that you so-called famous and decent people can only show off their sense of superiority on ordinary people?" Zhao Lang's words were unceremoniously, and he didn't care at all that the faces of the Qingcheng faction and some other sect disciples became very ugly, "You sanctimonious guys, I, Zhao Lang, am ashamed of you, you say I'm arrogant, I'm arrogant, what can you do?"

As he spoke, the sword in Zhao Lang's hand became faster and faster, and every move and style stabbed at Yu Yunting's big acupoints around him, but he didn't need to kill him.

He wanted to make Yu Yunting as embarrassed as he wanted, and he wanted to stomp on the ground fiercely, crush and trample.

In this way, who will dare to rely on the old and sell the old in front of themselves in the future?

In Zhao Lang's heart, there was no room for mercy for the enemy.

For Zhao Lang, good and evil are simply floating clouds, as long as he has enough talent and proud strength, no one dares to say more even if he goes too far.

"There are two of my ancestors, one is the Northern Beggar, the Seventh Prince, and the other is the Eastern Evil Yellow Medicine Master," Zhao Lang stood with his sword, "The Seventh Duke is famous for his chivalry, and the Lord of Huangdao is famous for his evil in the rivers and lakes, but I believe that no matter which of them are, in such a situation, they will not let you go." ”

"I've had enough fun," Zhao Lang took a deep breath, looked at Yu Yunting, and snorted, "You should go to hell too!"

"Wait!" At this point, Yu Yunting's face finally showed a trace of panic.

He originally thought that when Zhao Lang was in high spirits, he would definitely show flaws in his swordsmanship, but he didn't expect him to guess wrong.

He observed painstakingly for a long time, but he couldn't find a trace of Zhao Lang's swordsmanship, no matter which direction he broke through, it was a dead end.

Zhao Lang didn't have murderous intent before, so he could barely support it, but now that Zhao Lang has shown murderous intentions, Yu Yunting finally can't stand it.

"What, do you have any last words?" Zhao Lang raised his eyebrows and said indifferently, "Give you thirty breaths of time." ”

At this time, Yu Yunting had the opportunity to take a look at his own situation. I don't know when it started, more than 100 sword holes appeared on his cyan uniform, forming a word "defeat", each sword hole had just pierced the uniform, but it didn't hurt a single hair of his hair.

Such speed, such strength control, it is simply incredible! How did this sub-swordsmanship come to be practiced, in this world, there really are people who are so swordsmanlike.

Yu Yunting regretted it, his son died when he died, he was only in his forties, he could regenerate, but his life was his own, and he was really impulsive to provoke Zhao Lang recklessly this time.

"Remind you, you still have fifteen breaths to spare," Zhao Lang's voice was indifferent, like a Yama urging his life.

Yu Yunting gritted his teeth, looked at Zhao Lang, and said, "Zhao Lang, you keep claiming that the Lord of Huangdao and the elder Hong are your ancestors, but why, when you fight, you don't use the martial arts of the Beggar Gang and Peach Blossom Island, but instead use this kind of evil swordsmanship?"

Zhao Lang smiled, the swordsmanship of the evil sect is so powerful that it surpasses the swordsmanship they imagined, is it the swordsmanship of the evil sect?

"My sword duel is composed of two swordsmanship, one of which is the true swordsmanship, which is passed down by the old urchin Zhou Botong. The corners of Zhao Lang's mouth hooked slightly, "You said this is the swordsmanship of the evil sect?"

A little cold sweat dripped from Yu Yunting's face, what kind of freak did he provoke!

The East Evil North Beggars are the ancestors, Huang Rong is the master, and even the old naughty Zhou Botong has something to do with him!

The ancestors of the Qingcheng faction are on top, what kind of sin did he Yu Yunting do! How could he provoke such a prince!

"Well, since you are not convinced, then I will fulfill your wish before death, and I don't need swordsmanship. Zhao Lang pursed his lips, put away the two thin swords in his hand, took out the Heavenly Silk Glove from his arms, and put them on, "I have already let you see the Luoying Divine Sword of Peach Blossom Island and the swordsmanship of the Quanzhen School, next, let you see, I will learn the martial arts of the beggar gang!"

"Let's take it!"

Zhao Lang sneered, his figure became erratic, and he suddenly disappeared in place, appearing behind Yu Yunting.

At this time, Zhao Lang had already used Ling Bo's micro-step method, and the power of the Wandering Palm Method was exerted to the extreme by him.

The footwork of the Getaway palm itself is from the Carefree School, which is similar to Ling Bo Weibu, and Zhao Lang is not afraid of being recognized by Ling Bo Weibu. At this moment, Zhao Lang is like a fleeting immortal, ubiquitous, but elusive.

After a series of defeats, Yu Yunting had lost his fighting spirit in his heart, and finally used the agitation method to provoke Zhao Lang to abandon the sword, but he didn't expect that Zhao Lang's palm technique was also so powerful.

Before the confrontation, the battle spirit has been taken away, Yu Yunting's strength is not even eighty percent used, and Zhao Lang is pressing step by step, without mercy.

He came out of his palm, drifting in the dust, silent, and his posture was as beautiful as a fairy dance, which was deeply in line with the essence of the martial arts of the Xiaoyao School.

"Die, give me death!" Yu Yunting roared hysterically, and his long sword was raised high, slashing towards Zhao Lang angrily.

It's a pity that this sword, although it is full of true qi and powerful, is not in order at all.

Zhao Lang turned sideways slightly, temporarily avoiding his edge, and shot out with lightning with his left hand, buckled on the Shenmen acupoint on Yu Yunting's wrist, and at the same time, his right hand was fingered together, clamped on the Qinghong sword, and with a slight force, the famous sword Qinghong had already changed hands.

"It's a good sword, but it's a pity that I followed the wrong master, and the sword was covered with dust," Zhao Lang pulled a sword flower, but saw that above the green rainbow, the sword was faint, and the green light was flowing, but it was a rare good sword, "I accepted it, and it is also a good gift to see the little junior sister in the future." ”

Zhao Lang looked down inadvertently, and on his waist, the sachet with girlish affection was still exuding a hint of peach blossom fragrance.

I don't know that the tsundere girl is on Peach Blossom Island, but it's okay.

"Escaped, Yu Yunting escaped!"

There was a commotion from the audience, Zhao Lang raised his head, but saw that Yu Yunting had already jumped out of the ring, spread his shadowless phantom legs, and fled into the distance.

"Do you want to escape?" Zhao Lang snorted coldly, and on the fingers of his right hand, a marble-sized spiral pill had already condensed out.

PS: Thank you Ghost for rewarding 100 starting coins. Ye Zi has to take the chemistry experiment tomorrow, and he has to temporarily hug the Buddha's thigh tonight, and tomorrow morning's update will be delayed until the afternoon or evening!