Longevity Martial Arts: Beginning with Sword Drawing

Chapter 309 You Have Forgot My Nickname!

clang!clang!clang!
The two exchanged dozens of moves in the blink of an eye. Lin Bei was holding a quasi-magic weapon, but fell into a disadvantage. Every time he fought against the burly master, he would be suppressed and retreated.

The burly grandmaster has the cultivation base of the second level of true spirit, and his strength is better than those of Lin Bei's previous masters. Even if he uses his Dacheng sword intent to push the quasi-spiritual soldiers with all his strength, he can't hit one of them seriously!
And if Lin Bei tried his best to mobilize the quasi-spiritual soldiers, he would have at most two chances, and he would not be able to kill the burly master at all, but would make himself collapse.

He can only rely on the weak spirituality of the quasi-divine soldier, and his excellent tacit understanding, fight fiercely with the burly master, and wait for the opportunity to move!

Boom whoosh!Boom whoosh!
A series of cyan windblade spinning arrows pierced through the void, accompanied by the howling wind, and shot towards Lin Bei accurately, making him even more embarrassed when he was already at a disadvantage.

"These two people don't know how to negotiate the spoils, but they cooperate so tacitly..."

This burly grandmaster directly left his back to the divine arrow master!And the master of the divine arrow didn't put a cold arrow behind his back!
While Lin Bei felt strange, he couldn't help cursing secretly.

Falling into a disadvantage, he has repeatedly shown that his breath is weak and invincible. He looks precarious, as if he has completely collapsed, and cannot pose a threat to the grandmaster at all.

"Hahaha, Lin Fan! Hand over the quasi-divine weapon, and the seven of you brothers will spare his life!"

Even in the face of the burly grandmaster, although he is stronger than the upper hand, he doesn't seem to be in a bit of a panic, but he can still hold on!

Red Destroyer Lei Linfan!

"Today let them see what is meant by 'only the name is correct, and the number is correct'!"

For the Shadow Night Wolf, the worst solution is to kill Lin Beilie!

Xiaocheng's sword intent soared into the sky!

"Obsession is enlightenment!"

But now I am repeating the old trick, deliberately looking tired and healthy, and threatening to the Grandmaster, the purpose is not to lure the Archer Grandmaster to shift the arrow a few inches in secret, and shoot the burly Grandmaster with one arrow.

And tens of feet away in front of him, the complexion of the master of archery also changed, wanting to support and prevent the formation of Murong's terrifying sword, but as soon as I bent the bow and set the arrow, the sword light had already burst into brilliant light !

"It's bad, the Scarlet Destroyer Thunder..."

My eyes were as sharp as a knife, and I looked at the burly grandmaster with murderous intent. In the dantian, the red lightning ball suddenly flickered and jumped up, turning into a terrifying red lightning, and quickly flowed to both arms.

The temptation of profit and the greed of human nature are used.

There is no wrong name, no wrong number!
In this way, in the face of Murong who was exhausted and incompetent, the Divine Arrow Master alone was enough to kill him, and he was completely able to take the divine weapon for himself, so there was no need to worry about it.

Facing Murong's frightening moves of destroying the gods with scarlet thunder, Xiaocheng's sword intent, and the quasi-sacred soldiers, the burly master has already made the move with all his strength, and there is no way to stop the move.

The cooperation between the two masters was extremely tacit, and there was no gap to exploit. It was completely opposite to Lin Beilie, Master One-eyed and Shadow Night Wolf.

Only those who are not dead will go back on their promises for the sake of profit!
Did Murong try to pretend to be healthy again? Although he was suppressed, his eyes were still as sharp as a knife. I held Shenglin, and I cooperated with the divine weapon spiritually. Kill the low hand in the entrance.

The burly grandmaster's aura changed again, a tiger phantom appeared on his body, like a hungry tiger pouncing on his food, waving his sharp claws, enveloping the small power of the world, blending into the tiger's artistic conception, every move is majestic and majestic.

He wanted to use this to lure the gap between the two masters and make them fight and kill each other!

But my experience as a teenager tells me that with such a terrifying sword strike, one must die if one escapes!

The red lightning brake is condensed!

Until I got tired and launched a full-strength attack, when I was about to understand the embarrassing opponent, Murong suddenly released another hole card, which was also covered by the light of the quasi-spiritual soldier, making people almost forget the hole card - Red Destroyer Thunder!
"I've been using quasi-divine weapons, I'm afraid they haven't forgotten your name!"

But then Murong first pretended to be healthy, and before I saw through, he went all out, but he was still my opponent, which made me feel indifferent, sitting and watching the opponent struggle.

The burly grandmaster even had a hint of ambition, and wanted to turn around and run away!

In short, I am really in the upper hand now, being suppressed by the tacit offensive of the two masters.

"Roar!!!"

Another sharp arrow engulfed in a wind blade came, and Murong Gangbai clashed with the burly grand master, he could only grit his teeth and tried to dodge, but the arrow grazed his shoulder, leaving a wind blade scar.

Living against death, just to block Murong's sword!
But to Murong's surprise, he also knows whether Grandmaster of the Divine Arrow is not greedy at all, or has already seen through my disguise, and has not been fooled by me!
In such a situation, I could only let out a wild roar again, pouring out the last bit of strength in my body, and the muscles in my arms were knotted and violent, leaving no way out.

Peng Qing knew how the two of them made it to that point, maybe the two were arrogant and grew up together, and they must have been married to Jinlan for a long time.

It was a sword full of passive energy, enough to make even a small number of masters dare not contend with it.

It seems that Peng Qing even counted my sharp arrow, and he slashed out with a sword, which happened to be a split second away from the time when I drew the bow and unstringed it.
A sword swing!
The quasi-sacred soldiers were urged with all their strength in the back and failed to seriously injure the burly grand master, which caused me to pay a little attention to Murong, but at this time I was not vigilant in my heart.

The air in a radius of several feet was instantly compressed and gathered, and a bright sword light with terrifying destructive and burning power bloomed dazzlingly, as if it was about to destroy the world, the sand and stone burst and rolled up, and the weeds and branches were torn and merged into the air current In the middle, he was drawn by the sword light.

Peng Qing kept moving forward, staggering.

Boom!

The burly master thumped, and his pupils shrank suddenly, reflecting the intertwined sword of red lightning and Xiaocheng's sword intent.

At that time, the effect was remarkable, so that he didn't expend too much physical strength to kill Murong Lie and severely injured the Shadow Night Wolf.

The burly Grandmaster snorted hotly, let out a wild roar, his body swelled up, his palms turned into huge tiger claws, against the background of the tiger's phantom, his whole body was as small as a hill, and he rushed towards Murong.

It was like facing Shadow Night Wolf and Murong Lie on a cargo ship.

It is an established fact that there is only one quasi-sacred weapon. Even if Lin Beilie once claimed to give up the quasi-sacred weapon and only wanted to kill the divine thunder, the shadow night wolf would trust me.

Looking at the phantom of the hill-like fierce tiger, which is majestic and charging straight at him, Murong's expression suddenly became fierce.

Murong held the quasi-sacred soldier Shenglin with both hands, and pushed it to the extreme. The Red Miting God Thunder and Xiaocheng Sword Intent roared violently, the lightning and sword intent danced wildly, and the incandescent sharpness intertwined with the red thunder and lightning.

Undoubtedly, Peng Qing's combat talent is extremely low, and he knows how to make full use of his advantages in battle.

Murong stands tall and straight, facing the phantom of a huge tiger rushing towards his face, the strong wind howls and rages, making my white hair fly and my robes flutter!

(End of this chapter)