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But now it is obvious that the power of this move will be greatly reduced.

But Zhao Zhijing was not willing to admit defeat, he looked coldly at the man in black and said coldly.

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense and draw your sword!"

"I want to see what you can do."

Just when the two sides were at war, suddenly Feng Qingyang behind him made a vertical leap, jumped directly onto the tree, and leaned on the tree trunk leisurely.

"You guys from the Quanzhen Sect, you should give up your swords and surrender. Even if you come here, you won't be a match for this young man."

"It's better to save your own life than seek death."

Zhao Zhijing couldn't help cursing inwardly.

This person is here to find fault, will he kindly let them go?

What are you thinking?

Besides, I haven't played yet, so how do I know I'm bound to lose?

But you old man, don't you know the reason why you draw your sword to help when you see injustice?

Can't you come and help me?

Zhao Zhijing gritted his teeth, not daring to turn his head to look at Feng Qingyang, but pleaded with Feng Qingyang.

"Senior, Zhao Zhijing who is following the Quanzhen Sect, even if you haven't heard of me, you have heard of the Quanzhen Sect, right?"

"If senior is willing to help us today, Quanzhen Sect will be very grateful!"

He thought that Feng Qingyang could rely on the name of Quanzhen Sect to come down to help a group, but who knew that Feng Qingyang broke a fresh leaf bud and held it in his mouth, saying that watching a play is not a big deal.

"Then you guys still fight."

"The old man knows about your Quanzhen sect, and you have so many disciples a year, it doesn't hurt that one or two die occasionally."

"But the old man has never seen such a strong sword energy. I am also curious and want to join in the fun."

"But don't get me wrong, I just want to watch the show, old man, you guys continue."

Zhao Zhijing was left speechless.

What does it mean that one or two deaths are harmless?

Are you killing your little chick?

And you just do it just to watch the show?

Really don't want to help?

Do you still have a chivalrous heart?

Seeing that there was no hope of moving rescuers, Zhao Zhijing immediately felt overwhelmed, glanced at his junior brother from the corner of his eye and said in a deep voice.

"Two junior brothers, get ready, it's time to go!"

Although the two junior brothers drew out their sabers, they couldn't help but hesitate for a moment, only to see one of them, Fox, questioning.

"Senior brother, Mr. Xiao just said that you have a bloody disaster, but didn't he say that we have a bloody disaster?"

"How about senior brother..."

"You carry it alone!"

Grass!

Zhao Zhijing cursed in his heart, after all, that old man doesn't know us, so it's fine if he doesn't show loyalty, why are you so disloyal?

It's still a brother of the same school. If the brother is in trouble, you just watch it?

Are you still a disciple of Quanzhen Sect?

It's fine for this damn old man to see him die, but you guys want to stand by and watch?

Just when Zhao Zhijing's eyes were wide open, no one would have thought that the other junior would feel embarrassed.

"Yes, brother, Mr. Xiao said that the closer you are, the more unlucky you will be."

"Right now, someone is looking for your life, which shows that Mr. Xiao is really clever."

"As Mr. Xiao said, if we keep a distance from you, we shouldn't die."

"Brother, anyway, three people can't form a sword formation, why don't you cheer, we will cheer for you!"

Before the words were finished, the two juniors stepped aside, and even murmured softly while crossing their hands.

"God, you saw it, I'm already far enough away from Zhao Zhijing, you must not implicate us if you cast down the divine punishment later!"

"Yes, yes, Patriarch, there is a wrong and a debt, but we have done nothing!"

"..."

The man in black, who watched the two temporarily rebel, let out a laugh.

"Hahaha."

"Zhao Zhijing, look at your character."

"Even your younger brother doesn't want to help you."

"Forget it, I will do justice for the sky today!"

In an instant, a layer of thick fog formed on the Xiliang River, hiding drops of invisible water droplets in the thick fog.

The man in black glanced at Zhao Zhijing, pointed to the sky with one hand and said in a low voice.

"Heaven did not give birth to me, Xuan Tianxiao, the way of swordsmanship is like a long night!"

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect!"

Looking at the man in black's hand, Zhao Zhijing couldn't help cursing inwardly, if you fight, you'll fight, why are you pretending to be coercive?

Which fighter in the rivers and lakes still brags about himself like you before fighting?

Huanken Dao is like a long night, blowing it so shamelessly!

Who did you learn from!

Zhao Zhijing lost his mind for a moment, but he didn't notice the mist on the Xiliang River.

Countless water droplets were hidden in the mist, and the moment the man in black finished speaking, the water droplets were suddenly elongated, and then struck towards Zhao Zhijing like sharp knives.

How many water droplets are hidden in the diffuse mist is how many sharp blades are hidden.

Zhao Zhijing only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and countless sharp blades flew towards him. The speed was so fast that the moment he raised his hand to block, the water sword in the mist had already resisted his armor. sword.

"when!"

It was obviously a blade made of a drop of water, but the moment it hit the saber, there was a sound of metal collision.

Zhao Zhijing only felt that this sword was blocking it, but the countless swords were not blocking it.

In less than one breath, Zhao Zhijing's body was covered with blood holes.

Seeing this scene, the two Taoist priests who came with Zhao Zhijing were so frightened that they couldn't move their legs, and their scalps felt numb. They were glad that they slipped away quickly, otherwise they would end up with Zhao Zhijing now.

"You!" Zhao Zhijing lowered his head even more in a daze, then raised his eyes and looked at the man in black in disbelief.

"you...."

"Xuan Tianxiao?"

"What kind of swordsmanship are you?"

Zhao Zhijing had many doubts in his heart.

He didn't know where he had offended Xuan Tianxiao, he didn't even know who Xuan Tianxiao was.

And that move just now, is that really a sword technique?

To water the sword?

Is there such a trick in this world?

Why has he never heard of it?

Haven't even seen it!

The water in this river and lake is too deep, isn't it? !

He just went down the mountain to chase Yang Guo, but he was targeted by such a peerless master!

Why bother?

In front of such a master, he is not even an ant, why would he be hated by such a terrifying existence?

More importantly, didn't it mean that the more you pretend, the faster you will die?

Shouldn't such a pretentious person be Zhan Wuscum?

How can it be so strong!

Zhao Zhijing's eyes suddenly lost color, his body froze, and he fell to the ground.

And those water swords hidden in the mist have already soaked the riverside.

The two Taoist priests were dumbfounded with fright, and sat on the ground directly, their minds went blank.

At this time, Feng Qingyang looked at Zhao Zhijing's body thoughtfully, and then jumped down from the tree.

"It's a good move, Wanjian returns to the sect!"

"It's really mysterious!"

"Unexpectedly, the ultimate sword energy is so powerful."

At this time, Feng Qingyang became inexplicably annoyed, and even began to vent his anger on the current head of Huashan, Yue Buqun.

Because Qizong pays attention to controlling the sword with Qi.

Compared with the Qizong's swordsmanship, if it can be developed to the extreme, it should also have the effect of returning to the sect with a thousand swords.

It's a pity that the members of the Qizong are all idiots, especially that Yue Buqun, who is even more garbage among garbage.

Feng Qingyang has been on Mount Hua these years, and he has watched Yue Buqun practice swords.

But he never felt that Yue Buqun's swordsmanship had any bright spots.

Reminiscing that there were no outstanding figures in the air sect before, he misunderstood that it was a very stupid act to lose one's qi in the way of swordsmanship.

Until I saw Wan Jian Guizong of the man in black just now.

"It turns out that the sword can still be used like this!"

"The old man really opened his eyes today."

Seeing that Zhao Zhijing was dead, the man in black had no intention of staying any longer, and turned around to leave.

However, as soon as he took a step, he heard Feng Qingyang shouting hurriedly behind him.

"Wait a minute, boy!"

The man in black really stopped, turned his head slightly to glance at Feng Qingyang, and said in a deep voice.

"Feng Qingyang, your Dugu Nine Swords is indeed a masterpiece. The sword moves are unique, but your internal strength is weak. The Dugu Nine Swords fell into your hands, which also buried Dugu's painstaking efforts to seek defeat."

"The most stupid thing in Huashan is the two sects of qi and sword. As a famous person in Huashan, you have done nothing. You don't want to integrate Huashan. What are you doing here?"

Feng Qingyang was stunned for a moment, blinking his eyes, thinking angrily and amusingly in his heart.

You kid taught me a lesson.

As if you could beat me.

But how do you know I'm Feng Qingyang?

know me?

It's not right, among the younger generation, Feng Qingyang only knows Linghu Chong.

But Linghu Chong's swordsmanship was still taught by him, it is impossible to be as powerful as the man in black!

So who is this person?

Feng Qingyang couldn't figure it out, but he smiled angrily.

"Boy, your swearing personality is very similar to mine."