Yan Beige's short stick is both rigid and soft, unpredictable, and it is not fast to hit, so what about skill?

Generally useless.

Fang Yin is like a cyan pigeon under the talons of a goshawk, not as fast as him, not as fierce as him, but every time he escapes at the last moment, there is no danger. This was completely beyond Yan Beige's expectations, and everyone also saw it, this young Taoist priest didn't say anything else, but his kung fu of escaping for his life was really good! Yes, Lingyuntai, it's big enough, tend to avoid advancing and retreating, east, west, north and south, the two of them fought straight for a cup of tea, and the victory and defeat were still undecided, Fang Yin retreated and chose the opportunity to take out the sword, but he was both offensive and defensive to deal with it calmly.

Daoist Fang, don't be too amazing.

It is a strange person and a foreign body, and the life and death stick cannot be measured, look at this posture Yan Daxia can't take him in another 800 rounds, it is actually evenly matched, the kid dares to compete with the hero! En, help, don't be too famous, Fang Yinzhi is to Yan Beige just like Tongenah to the True Dragon Sect, it is completely one hundred and eight thousand grades, but it is also raw, and there is a comparison: "Good boy, you have to get it!" The kid has some doorways, but this is not enough!" The momentum has been closed, and if he does not stop, he will speak one step, one step, one step, and slowly step forward, and will force him to a corner of the stage, so that he has nothing to hide.

What a character Yan Daxia is, and how vicious his eyesight is, he has already seen the key to it for a while, and the countermeasures have been won. The cunning rabbit three holes, running around, will put him in the corner of the platform, see how he tosses! Yes, Lingyuntai, it is not big enough, when I use the geographical advantage for me, take him down in one fell swoop: "Ha!" Seeing him step out, Fang Yin knew that it was not good, and sighed and then slowed down his body: "The doorway is there, enough for you to see!" Yu Luoyan Tragic Song stepped through in three steps, Fang Yin was on the stage, with his back to the southwest corner, the front and back were still empty and wide, but he was currently alone, but he had the potential to close the net in all directions!

Suddenly, rush left!

Give him a step across to seize the opportunity, and have to retreat!

Diagonal sweep, right protrusion!

And he swept seven feet at a distance, and stopped him on the head!

Rushing to the left and rushing back to the left, and in the blink of an eye, he was forced to retreat, still with his back to the southwest, and the encirclement has been completed.

Lingyuntai is not big enough, and the wind is not so good, no matter how Yan Beige's skills are faster than Fang Yin, Fang Yin can no longer escape. Fang Yin is about to be defeated, but in the blink of an eye, step by step, step by step, person is trapped in the southwest corner, can fly to the world or enter the ground, and if he takes another step back, he will be defeated, what can Fang Yin do?

There are no miracles, strength speaks!

Courage, eyesight, skill, strategy, and bearing, Yan Daxia is all better than Fang Daoist, and Fang Daoist can't go against the sky.

If it weren't for that sword.

That sword was praised by Yu Zanghai, who did not know martial arts, and said: Murong Gongzi is the second.

That sword was forced by the Confucian descendant Kong Linxian to force Fang Yin to use half of the style, but it was also vague and unclear.

That sword, obtained from heaven and earth, perceives the opportunity of movement and stillness.

That sword, after wind, frost, snow and rain, is full of vitality in a desperate situation, and it is a little spiritual light.

Little beetles, little black beetles, don't move, don't move, don't move.

A drop of dew condensed, like a tear.

Endless drying.

"Whew-"

In a general desperate situation, there is no way to escape, Fang Yin took out his sword and went straight to the middle palace. Titicaca Khacaica, Titicaca, the sound of wood and iron striking is crisp and continuous, and the Sanqing swordsmanship comes out again, and Fang Yin has no way out. Yes, there is a doorway, Fang Yin no longer dodges or evades, all this is not beyond Fang Yin's expectations. Just like a spirit stone, Fang Yin and Yan Beige attacked, just because that sword was a sword with a flash of inspiration, Fang Yin had an understanding but could not completely control it-

Here it comes!

The wind starts at the end of Qingping.

The book of heaven is on pages one to four, sprinkled with beauty and magnificence, but the trick is only these seven words, such as the beginning of all things. The whole article is only two words, the word dynamic and static, dynamic and static, static and moving, such as the beginning of the chaos of heaven and earth. The wind is sluggish, the wind is swinging, the wind is miserable, the wind is miserable, what is it? The wind rises from time to time, and there is no way to see it, and the static pole thinks about it, and enters the room without thickness, and the momentum is faint and gradually imperceptible, such as the wind moving the green ping, such as the dew condensing on the top of the head of the small beetle.

The opportunity of movement and stillness, the wind rises Qingping.

Titicaca, Khaka, that sword is mixed in the Sanqing swordsmanship, and it comes out of nowhere, without warning, just like a thought suddenly jumps out of my mind, and I realize that it is after it happens. A sword cut through the clothes on his chest, and the move was famous, and the sound of cracking was very subtle, but the shot was terrifying: "Boom!" Between the electric light and flint, under the full attention, Yan Beige was only slightly stunned, and suddenly woke up to the emptiness in front of him, and a Wukong jumped out of his palm: "Look?"

Fang Yin stood with his sword in his hand, and said with a smile: "What doorway?"

"Yo!" didn't look at it, the world turned upside down in a blink of an eye, the two of them changed shapes, but Yan Daxia trapped his family in the southeast corner.

"What a way! What a doorway!" also looked at it, Yan Beige looked down and gasped: "If you want it, you have to get it!

"Boom-"

A blockbuster, all the people should shout! Daoist Fang, finally against the sky!

"Fang Yin!Fang Yin!Fang Yin!Fang Yin!" People were very excited: "Shangqing!Shangqing!Shangqing!Shangqing!Shangqing!"Don't be too excited: "Brother Fang Yin!Brother Fang Yin!" This is the Zenless Brother Fang Yin: "Fang Gang Master!Fang Gang Master!" "En, the gang was born: "Look, did you see?" This sword should only be in the sky, and the world has to hear it a few times: "What is the doorway, that is the way of the sword!" "The way of the sword, the way of the sword, mysterious and wonderful, more than the sword, the majesty is the same: "Fang bad water, Fang downstream, hahahaha, really have a hand!" ”

Since the mountains are shouting and the tsunami, the peony is the happiest, it is a glory, I am a person from the Shangqing Dynasty! Elder Mu, Granny Mu, holding hands and looking at each other, tears in her eyes. Yuan Daochang, Sima Daochang, was pleasantly surprised and emotional. This is a dream, this is not a dream, ninety-nine eighty-one heads, the tail of the donkey's tail in one fell swoop! As soon as he became a Taoist priest of the Qing Dynasty, he was excited and excited, Boss Fang was worthy of Boss Fang, and Zhao Zilong, the general of the Five Tigers of the year! Senior Brother Yue was also laughing, Senior Brother Fang was Senior Brother Fang, and he was even more majestic than Yue Ling! In one fell swoop, the world knew that there was a Taoist priest in Shangqing, who would use the genius as wastewood, and look back after leaving.

"It's over?" Yan Daxia looked around blankly, his expression demented.

"Not convinced?" Daoist Fang smiled coldly, lonely and arrogant.

"Nonsense!" Yan Daxia rattled with a smile, his eyebrows vivid.

"Come again!" Daoist Fang stuck out his tongue, and the jade released the ice.

"Come!" "It's not over, I'm not convinced, Yan Beige still has to see it, is this a myth or a human word!

Come again, come again, come again, another sword, crazy talk, nonsense, nonsense, and Daoist Fang didn't say a word: "Huh-"

Step by step, the second time the flowers bloom, and look! Titicaca, is still Fang Yin's attack, three clear swordsmanship, the rules are not regular, and there are no moves. Titicaca Titicaica, Titicaica, Titicaca, Yan Beige responded with all his might, and cheered up the spirit of twelve, this time it is precisely with precautions to be careful, here it is! Only more than ten times, suddenly a sword came out of thin air, there was no warning at all, there was no reason at all, and at the moment it was crossed under the ribs, the sword passed and retreated, and the clothes were torn and collected: "Look?"

"Shhhh

That sword, this sword, is the same, absolutely different.

This sword, at the end of the half-style, was born at the beginning of the style, and it is said to be a raw pull and a hard pull, and the connection is round and wishful.

This sword is obviously impossible, but it is possible to turn it into a possibility, it is said to be flying and jumping, but it is like a natural thing.

This sword should not exist, it is unreasonable, but this sword exists, and its existence is reasonable.

This sword is conjured.

Everything has positive and negative sides, and there are positive and negative sides, and the transformation of things cannot be followed, there is no way, and there is no name, just one word-

Change.

A cup of bitter wine, the end of life, the seeds planted by the Taoist Master back then finally blossomed and bore fruit, and Daoist Fang was like a bloated and ugly insect in a thick cocoon shell. Moths, butterflies, birds, eagles, what kind of Eastern Daoist Daoist he has become, after all, he is still a person, naturally not a monster, Fang Yin will not forget that this sword was born in the desert desperate foundation but in the Shangqing Mountain: the avenue is three thousand, the chaos is broken, it is easy to use, just use it, whatever it is!

This Jianyan tragedy is seen clearly, but it is generally impossible to prevent it, and it is too late to retreat: "Ha!"

Yan Daxia was surprised and delighted!

The future is terrifying, catching up with the predecessors, of course, Yan Beige is very happy in his heart, Yan Beige is a real hero: "Wonderful!

Not coming.

Seeing the truth of the good and receiving it, the Taoist knows better than anyone else, people know their own value, know the gains and losses, know the advance and retreat, this truth is understood one hundred and eight: "Offer ugliness and offer ugliness, accept and concede." "In fact, in the final analysis, it was Yan Daxia who let him, Master Lingxiu was right, if he decided to live and die, Daoist Fang would have already died on the spot. Fang Yin knew in his heart that if Yan Beige made a full attack, Fang Yin would not have a chance to use that sword at all, even if he fought to the death, he might not be able to hurt him. That's the case, it's not a life and death stick, when the life and death stick is not a life and death stick, it is the beauty of people, adults.

The two looked at each other, each knowing.

Daoist Fang stopped, and the sword returned to the sheath, which means that the master has passed the trick until the point, you have been defeated, and you can't chase and fight like a scoundrel, that is a loss of identity, and it is more embarrassing. And as a senior master, a hero who has been famous for a long time, Yan Daxia doesn't care too much about this unknown junior rising star, and if he loses, he will admit defeat, and he will be neat: "Great, I lost, Yan Mou, I am a talker, I will kowtow to you, I call you ancestor!"

Speak and bow down!

Seriously!

Everyone was stunned!

"Don't deserve it!" "Don't be!" Fang Daoist grabbed it and went to help, knowing that he was false this time, his arms intersected, and it was really false: "Don't deserve it! Don't deserve it! But it's funny, Yan Daxia doesn't have to take it seriously!" Yan Daxia insisted on worshipping, and shook his head resolutely: "The words have been spoken, the water is difficult to collect, people have no faith and no standing, Yan Mou has to do it when he says it!" At this point, the face is enough, Yan Daxia is reluctant to be the head of the difficulty, and recognizes, and then the two turn enemies into friends, eyebrows and smiles, hook shoulders and whisper, the language is unknown, everyone is looking at each other and confused, only the old monk Dinghai can hear a few words with the sharpest ears-

"The kid is smart, well, yes, yes. ”

"Knowing that your subordinates are merciful, you are Uncle Yan, Fang Yin knows. ”

"Is it majestic? Hehe, but there is also a look, boy, is it fun?"

"Uncle Yan, thank you. ”

"It's a pity, it's a pity, and don't be complacent, it doesn't matter if you win my second Yan, my leading big brother, hey!"

"Wow-"

There was a sigh, and the crowd was in an uproar.

The man has arrived.

Yes, if you win the first little brother in the world, then you should be the first in the world, it's time to make a move!

It's Long Zhen.