I Turned Out To Be a Peerless Expert

　　　　 Yang Yongguan's vigorous blood entangled Guandao, as if the tiger roar and dragon chants could be heard in the dark, and the thick and fierce aura diffused from above.

Qingyang Hou Yang's family is also a martial artist, or because of the military merit system, most of the princes of Dali are martial artists. Their vigorous vitality and powerful strength are all great weapons on the battlefield, and they can often break the battle by one person. Break the power.

　　 Yang Yongguan, as the grandson of Qingyanghou, the talented youth is better than the blue because of the blue, and his supernatural power is extraordinary. In addition, he is half a generation older than Gongsun Jun. In all aspects, he has an absolute advantage over this Bu Yunzong master.

　　 "Good job."

　　 If it were before, Gongsun Jun would never head-on.

　　 But she is not what she used to be.

　　 When the swords were about to hit each other, Gongsun Jun’s sword pointed at the side of Guan Dao at an elusive angle.

　　 Gongsun Jun flew back, floating like a flying blue silk, the sword in her hand buzzed endlessly, and received a great counter-shock force, but she was in mid-air and easily offset it.

　　 Both were unharmed.

　　 At the same time as he flew in the sky, Gongsunjun's sword aura became more fierce, as if he had just used Yang Yongguan's knife as a sharpening stone.

"Ok?"

　　 Yang Yongguan stunned his resolute face. He had deliberately collected five points of strength according to his father's words, and he was defeated without hurting. Now it seems that this woman's swordsmanship is even more weird than he thought.

　　 He frowned, and when he raised his hand, he lifted the fire to the sky and shook Gongsun Jun out again.

　　 The strength this time... seems to be bigger than the last time?

　　 Then, a very strange scene appeared.

　　 The son of Qingyang Hou, who was born with supernatural power, was firmly suppressed under the sword light like the tide, and it became more and more difficult to maintain.

　　 "No way, the master sister is five or six years younger than Young Master Yang, and she has missed another grade. I thought Young Master would dismiss her with two tricks."

　　 "Have you noticed that the swordsmanship of the master sister has a strange charm."

　　 "This swordsmanship is definitely not from Buyunzong. We have never learned it before. Could it be that the ancestor secretly gave her a small stove?"

　　 The people around are quite surprised.

　　 Yang Qing looked at Yu Ding.

　　 found that the latter also had a dull face, and even smiled bitterly: "Don't look at me, I don't know, but it's definitely not my master's swordsmanship."

　　 Yang Qing didn't doubt Yu Ding's words.

　　People don’t need to, and they can’t lie to themselves.

Moreover, Zhang Queer has a arrogant temperament, like a strong bamboo, preferring to bend and not bend. He once said, "The sword is a killer, and you can die with one sword." His swordsmanship is not his way at all.

　　 Could it be that this woman comprehend it by herself?

　　 Yang Qing had an absurd idea in his mind, and then shook his head quickly.

　　 impossible.

　　 He would rather believe that Zhang Que'er had been smoothed out by the years, and would not believe that anyone could create such a sword technique in the seventh product.

　　 This is equivalent to calling an **** to visit the brothel.

　　 Is there someone else who taught her swordsmanship?

　　 Very likely, Zhang Queer knew that time was running out, and he knew that his kendo was not suitable for the current Buyunzong, so he simply handed over the most talented disciple under his sect to another kendo master.

'Who on earth is it? Several impressive people flashed through Yang Qing's mind, but he rejected them one by one.

　　 This prestigious Buyun swordsman has made friends all over the world, and his enemies are ten times as many as his friends...If this person promises Zhang Queer and wants to protect Buyunzong, he should not be too far away.

　　 Maybe, right there?

　　 He was fascinated by his eyes, and wherever his gaze swept across, a group of Buyun disciples, and all the people from the rivers and lakes buried their heads, afraid to look at him.

　　 Seeing his son who was gradually falling into a disadvantaged position on the Tai Chi dojo, Yang Qing held his forehead with a headache.

　　‘Never mind, let’s try it yourself to see if you can force the people behind the scenes out. ’

　　 then gently waved his sleeve robe.

　　 Accompanied by the sudden high temperature in the hall, the pale golden blood condensed into substance and turned into a ferocious golden dragon. Those domineering eyes slowly opened.

　　嘣—

　　 The sound of the sword breaking, so clear.

　　 Gongsun Jun's face changed, and he felt a kind of creepy feeling.

　　 Her eyes widened, and she didn't expect that Yang Qinggui, being Qingyanghou, would actually attack a junior.

　　 The third-rank pinnacle, and the first-ranking seventh-rank, the gap is really too big, it can't be made up by any means, if it is beaten this time, it will undoubtedly die.

　　 Seeing this scene, Yu Ding was full of anger after a brief horror.

　　 "Qingyanghou, are you exhausted when you are Bu Yunzong?!"

　　 He scolded loudly, hoping to distract Yang Qing, while lucking out the sword.

The saber on 　　's back came out instantly, and the sword gas flew away like a dragon, and the speed was as fast as a white horse passing a gap, making cheeks hurt, but Yang Qing didn't care about it, so it was still so short. UU reading www. uukanshu.cOM

　　 Seeing that Gongsun Jun is about to die.

　　 hum——

　　 just now.

　　 There was no sound. The picture scroll she kept in her arms and kept it close to her body flew out slowly, without the slightest smoke and flame.

　　 All the voices seemed to have disappeared, and the needle fell in the entire hall.

　　 The blue and white rice paper is hanging in the air, and the heavy snow, the plum trees standing upright, and the large characters of dragons and phoenixes are clearly visible on it. As the scroll moves and erratic, the gentle halo is lit up, and it is more clearly visible.

　　 "The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossom comes from the bitter cold."

　　 Along with the appearance of the handwriting, a vicissitudes of life seemed to see through the world, but accumulated infinite sharp voices, which sounded in people's ears.

　　 "It's senior copybook!"

　　 Gongsun Jun saw the picture scroll showing miraculousness, and his heart was much calmer for no reason.

　　 Could it be that this situation is also being calculated by the predecessors?

In a trance, the old man who sharpened the sword seemed to come alive. He stood up with his hands on his back, the cold long sword in his hand faded away, and the blade was like a water mirror underneath. When he threw his hand, the long sword left the picture scroll, as if The river is rushing, and the mercury swells like a torrent.

　　In an instant, there was a river of sword energy out of thin air on the Tai Chi dojo, vast and mighty, washing down towards the golden dragon.

　　 This sword aura is a pure manifestation of kendo, which is beyond the shackles of power.

　　 The domineering dragon, after being submerged by the sword aura, even the struggle will turn into nothingness in the future.

　　 It was originally a strong foreigner and a middling player. Yang Qing hadn't planned to kill Gongsun Jun in the first place, but it seemed to be bluffing.

　　 The reality of this dragon, but even Yu Ding hasn't seen it, how can anyone else know?

　　 Everyone was in an uproar.