Chapter 152 Half a Sleeve

This place is very close to the cloud-turning cart, and the hill next to it is only thirty feet high. With a vertical leap, Xuanyuan Yiren reached the top of the hill, and then the situation below came into view.

Immediately, the pupils of those almond eyes shrank. Dazed and absent-minded, he froze in place. I forgot for a moment, how to react,

At this moment, in her field of vision, there is only the dazzling and stunning sword in the distance in the air, and the indifferent and confident person who is as elegant as a fairy!

The sword shadow is only three feet long, and the sword energy is only seven feet long. But when a sword is cut down, it seems to fill the sky and the earth. It is also ethereal and agile, with no track.

In Xuanyuan Yiren's consciousness also subconsciously, a few words flashed across. At this moment, only these two words can describe her feelings at this moment! This sword is so wonderful! Absolutely stunning!

"This is Zongshou? How is it possible? He is not a body with two veins, no internal energy? How could he use this sword?"

This kind of swordsmanship, even in the Danquan School, she has never seen those senior brothers who are extremely talented!

Even the elders of the teacher's school have never had such a spirituality!

Just as her eyes were dazed and she was not confident enough to murmur to herself, Li Yunniang followed closely behind and climbed up the hill. Glancing down, his complexion was unusually complicated.

"Miss, the prince said that day that he beheaded Ren Qianchou, the cunning sword, and Li Xieling with 100,000 blood. This sentence is actually true. Li Xieling really died in his hands. The sword Ren Qianchou with the Killing Sword, let alone three breaths and one breath."

Xuanyuan Yiren's delicate body shook again, and for a while, her consciousness became more and more chaotic and went blank. Only fragments of memories surged out from the depths of my mind.

"My Zongshou stands upright, why do you need a woman to protect the special? You should have a sense of it in the backyard yesterday. According to Miss Xuanyuan, there are mortal Wu Zongs in this world who are my opponents?"

"Who else could it be? Besides me, who else could kill them here?"

"Miss, if one day, you discover that Zong Shou is not the useless person that the world thinks, but a young genius who is stronger than the one hundred thousand blood who killed Li Xieling. Those who want to kill him, for him, in fact They are all like ants and clowns, not worth it. Miss, what will you do?"

A short utterance continued to emerge. Xuanyuan Yiren couldn't help biting her lower lip tightly with her white teeth.

Really, those words turned out to be true. The nail dug into the flesh, it hurts! The lower lip was also sore and bloodshot. She is really in reality.

Li Xieling was really killed by him, and the one in front of her who used the sword like a flying fairy is really Zongshou.

The unreal feeling of trance disappeared immediately. In my impression, that young man who was unable to practice but was resolute, kind-hearted yet a bit spendthrift, with a slightly lazy temperament, coincided with this figure in front of him who could make all the sons and daughters of heaven ashamed in the east. In one place, there is no difference.

In Xuanyuan Yiren's chest, an indistinguishable feeling suddenly arose.

Is it joy? Is it comfort? Is it emotion? Are you excited? Is it embarrassment? Ashamed?

Xuanyuan Yiren couldn't tell the difference, but felt mixed feelings and mixed flavors.

Hu Qianqiu was also squinting, looking up at the sky. That gaze was equally psychedelic, but it was fascinated by the sword shadow, full of surprises and admiration. For the first time, there was seriousness in his eyes.

"What a good attacker, he should move above the Nine Heavens! This sword is truly untraceable! Wonderful!"

With his level of Xuanwuzong, he didn't dare to hit his head straight, and his body retreated ten feet in an instant. It wasn't until Zongshou's sword power weakened a little, that he leaned forward and swung his saber to slash again!

The swords and swords intertwined, but they did not collide with each other, but passed each other dangerously and dangerously.

Afterwards, dozens of consecutive blows were like this, one after another, dangerously intertwined. It was as if under the moonlit night, two people danced swords and swords independently, completely irrelevant to each other. But looking at the momentum of the sword, there is only a slight deviation, which is the situation of the first two sections.

Zong Shou's eyes didn't even blink for a moment. Hu Qianqiu was even more excited, his face was blushing, as if he was enjoying it and enjoying it extremely.

In the eyes of the people around, it is another feeling. Hu Qianqiu's saber is of course open and wide, simple and neat, extremely domineering. Zong Shou's sword seemed to be more brilliant. The sword light flutters, and it also often stabs from the most incredible angles, making it unpredictable. But there is no such thing as the strange glass aura of the strange sword, it is agile to the extreme, elegant and changing, and swaying freely.

It seems that every sword contains the ultimate principle of the way of the sword, and the rhyme, momentum, and intent of the sword are all complete.

Just as he was watching intently, he suddenly felt that not far away, a somewhat similar "power" suddenly rushed forward. Everyone looked sideways in surprise, and saw that Chuxue, who was full of joy, was looking at Zongshou's sword , Eagerly. The "potential" on the body is also flickering, and it is also extremely agile, fluttering.

These people are also extremely intelligent people, and at this moment, they can understand the meaning of Zong Shoufang's words just by thinking about it.

Those who are good at attacking should move above the nine heavens. The sword intent of that sword just now is probably just right for this girl, implying a pointing meaning.

In Zong Yuan's heart, he couldn't help feeling jealous. You can appreciate the power of martial arts before you break through your innateness." How far will this girl's future go? Anyway, she is stronger than him

He didn't dare to be distracted for too long, he only muttered something secretly, and then looked at the fierce battle again.

The strong wind was overflowing in that place, the sword energy was everywhere, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the bonfire had already been completely extinguished.

But at this moment, the sky was getting brighter, and bunches of sunlight penetrated through the clouds and shone down from the east, making the blade light even more dazzling.

And just when the momentum of the swords and swords swelled to the extreme and became more and more exciting, at this moment, Hu Qianqiu resumed his sigh of regret.

"The son's true strength is in chaos. How about we win or lose in this style?"

"good!"

Zong Shou's chest and abdomen were full of energy and blood, unable to speak, he simply agreed. Then the sword light suddenly erupted, the thunder light flickered, and the blade shadow was heavy, and it swept away. This time, it was a different style, not afraid of colliding with Hu Qianqiu's seven-foot tiger sword. All power is concentrated and then concentrated, gathered and gathered again. Then when the swords hit each other, it suddenly broke out.

When it came to the shadow of the sword and the light of the sword, it became several times faster in an instant.

Everything is so fast that it is beyond the limit of vision of everyone here, and it is difficult to discern.

It's just that Zong Shou's sword is like a short-lived epiphyllum, and when it blooms to the most dazzling, it starts to fade again.

"Ding!"

With a deafening sound, Zong Shou's figure suddenly flew back. The whole person seems to have lost all strength and is unable to support. Staggering, he could only use the sword pillar to keep from falling down, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his lips.

It's just that those eyes didn't feel any pain at all, instead they were full of satisfaction after fighting with all their might.

And that tiger Qianqiu stood upright with a horizontal knife. The whole person seemed to be stunned, looking at the big sleeve of his right hand.

Everyone didn't know what it meant, when they saw a piece of clothing slowly falling off and falling to the ground.

In an instant, there was a dead silence around the two cloud tumblers. Everyone was silent at this moment, as if they had lost the ability to speak.

After dozens of breaths, Hu Qianqiu suddenly laughed out loud again, extremely crazily, overflowing with relief and excitement: "I lost, it's a good loss! Today's battle was really refreshing and hearty! It turns out I am a tiger, but I still underestimate the son. Is this your sword? Peerless! After ten years, no, only seven years, your sword will be invincible!"

Before the words fell, Hu Qianqiu swept out with a single blow. This saber was so sudden that everyone had just time to blink when the hundred-foot-long mighty saber aura reached Zong Ling's side.

Almost brushing Zong Ling's body, he swept behind him, smashing Feng Xiao who was retreating quietly, and all the innate masters with one blow.

Flesh and blood splattered, and countless blood spots splashed in all directions. Zong Ling's body suddenly became half smaller. All were dyed red. The whole person remained motionless, his eyes completely lost focus, and he stared into the distance in a numb manner, not daring to wipe them off.

"You know the trick quickly! Just in front of me, do you still want to escape? Let you go crazy with me, you have the ability,... Show me how crazy you are?"

Hu Zhongyuan's eyelids moved, but he didn't say anything to dissuade him. Since three months ago, the old man of his family has been aggrieved for a long time, and he has endured it countless times in Qiantian Mountain. At this time, I knew that I didn't need to bear it anymore, and it exploded all of a sudden. Naturally, it was out of control, and I could use any means to make it out.

They of the Iron Tiger Clan also need to use this mortal head to show their posture in front of the prince.

If you want to complain, you can only blame this Zongling's bad luck. At this time, Hu Qianqiu is like a typhoon in the shape of a human, and even he dare not provoke him.

Having said that, this Shizong spirit is really hateful, it has no real ability, so what's the big deal?

Like their elder sons, they clearly have superb swordsmanship and are unique in the world, but they know the truth of being low-key. It's just that it's too low-key

Just as he was thinking about this point, Hu Zhongyuan saw a gaze and looked over coldly, it was Hu Qianqiu. I couldn't help but thumped in my heart, and my mood sank to the bottom in an instant. He knew his old father's method best, which was extremely violent, and he was afraid that he would inevitably be beaten up later.

Zong Yuan was lying on the ground, showing a playful look at this moment, he knew the situation would be like this.

At this moment, the Zongling was mostly weeping in his heart. Among these people, who is the idiot?

It's just that in my heart, I can't feel even the slightest gloat, and I don't have the heart to think about some of the essentials of martial arts that I just realized.

After that Zongshou is free, I'm afraid I should die too?

Xuanyuan Yiren, on the other hand, was standing on the top of the mountain, dazed in a daze, with a pair of jade hands tightly clenched.

Winning one by one, he was actually able to beat Hu Qianqiu with half a move. Even if the latter has restrained most of his true strength, and is less than Wu Zong's strength, he can fight Zong Shou, but his martial arts accomplishments cannot be faked.