Genius commoner

Chapter 189 Let the rest go together
Tang Xueyi looked at Xuanlong, and said two words lightly, direct but powerful.

Xuan Long was still polite: "Please."

Looking at Xuanlong whose smile was still warm, Tang Xueyi bit his lips with sweat starting to seep from his forehead, took a deep breath to calm down his emotions, then gave a low drink, moved his steps, and bounced up high, and instantly came to Xuanlong. Then, he stabbed directly at Xuanlong's face with a knife. Daoist Xuanlong was shrouded in Tang Xueyi's aura, but stood still.

Seeing Tang Xueyi who was falling rapidly, Daoist Xuanlong sighed, and flicked out his sword lightly. He was no longer proud of the vicissitudes of life before, and his aura, which was layered like a hundred thousand mountains, broke through Tang Xueyi's aura easily like a broken bamboo. The machine was locked, and Xuanlong's sword blocked Tang Xueyi's bamboo knife as if he had been waiting there for a long time.

As soon as the sword tilted, it released its strength, and after removing the strength of the bamboo saber, it pulled it downwards. At the same time, the right foot suddenly swept over.

With nowhere to borrow strength in the air, Tang Xueyi seemed to be unable to avoid it.

Borrowing strength, Tang Xueyi's body made a strange turn-back movement in mid-air. Xuanlong still had a smile on his face, and he put his foot on Tang Xueyi's heel. His body shook, and he turned back four or five meters. Tang Xueyi's heel was in pain, and there was a smear of blood at the corner of his mouth.

He stood on the ring and took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on Daoist Xuanlong in front of him.

This proud disciple of Wudang back then did have the pride he should have if he let go of the fight.

Daoist Xuanlong lowered his sharp sword: "Young man, you are very strong, but you lack a little temper. As long as you have been tempered for ten or eight years, Pindao will not be able to do ten tricks under your hands."

He admitted Tang Xueyi's talent very generously, and then threw out another sentence: "It's just, tonight, you are not my opponent."

"Admit defeat, I won't kill you."

Daoist Xuanlong smiled lightly: "Even I will help you get out of here."

The disciples of Longzhuang were stunned when they heard the words, and then they shouted and cursed, saying that he was eating inside and outside, Qing Wushuang scolded repeatedly, and then suppressed their anger.

Ye Kuangren shook his head lightly: "When Long Potian died, even the worshipers felt that their jobs were hard to secure. It seems that Longzhuang is going to be in chaos."

Xu Sanshao squeezed out a smile: "Probably not, and the boss above is in charge of the overall situation."

Ye Kuangren held his cigar in his mouth and didn't respond anymore. After all, the Xu family boy was a little tender, and the power vacuum, a bunch of people who didn't die would not be stable.

Tang Xueyi answered irrelevant questions, and his killing intent exploded!
There were no shooting stars in the sky, but Daoist Xuanlong saw stars in Tang Xueyi's eyes.

Tang Xueyi suddenly let out a killing sound like tearing silk, and at the same time he put his foot on a corpse in the ring, and he jumped up like a cheetah.

With a flick of the bamboo knife, it slashed vigorously at the pounced Daoist Xuanlong, and suddenly emitted a lightning-like light from the knife.

Heavy, thick, epee without front!

With the perseverance of Qing Wushuang, who has been through the rivers and lakes for a long time, he can't help but feel a sense of fear that the mountains and rivers will be shaken and invincible, and he can't help but tighten his heart:
this?How could these boys be so powerful?

Ye Kuangren stood up straight, with surprise in his eyes: "Meteor knife technique? Tang Yuntian's meteor knife technique? An orphan from an orphanage?" He regards Tang Palace as a major enemy in this life, and he naturally has feelings for Tang Yuntian. You must understand, knowing that Tang Yuntian created a set of Meteor Sword Techniques for orphans to keep them healthy back then.

But the orphanage was burned down.

Ye Kuangren's face was puzzled, and he was even more confused when he looked at Ye Zixuan. This child, even an orphan from the Tang Palace, can be accepted as a general?
Seeing Ye Kuangren's actions, Xu Sanshao frowned slightly. Ye Kuangren's behavior tonight was really weird.

Feeling Tang Xueyi's demon-like madness, Daoist Xuanlong who handed out a sword lost two points of his smile, and the conditioned reflex slowed down the speed of stabbing the opponent. Even if he could stab Tang Xueyi to death with one sword, his own He would also be beheaded by Tang Xueyi without any suspense. He wanted to defeat Tang Xueyi, but he didn't want to trade his life for it, so he immediately blocked it with his sword.

When the swords collided, there was a loud noise, and the bodies of the two of them flew backwards, and the burst of energy from the collision caused the blood to roll.

Xuanlong's fairy-like body turned in a circle in the air, and fell backwards on all fours. He wanted to make him lose control with the blow just now, but when he was about to fall, he rolled over again and landed on both feet. , stabilized his body, and swallowed back the blood at the same time, with a look of surprise in his eyes, this is the first time he has suffered a disadvantage since his debut.

His hand holding the sword trembled.

Tang Xueyi also fell to the ground with both feet, leaving a trace on the ground.

Then, he spat out a mouthful of blood. The old monster Xuanlong was always extraordinary, but he just wiped it away indifferently:

Then he held the bamboo knife and moved forward, making it clear that he wanted to smash Xuanlong to death.

Daoist Xuanlong still has the fighting spirit, but he no longer has the arrogance just now, and at the same time, his eyes are still thoughtful.

Looking at Tang Xueyi, who is full of fighting spirit, never tired, and as tough as a rock, Daoist Xuanlong felt old for the first time.

Before the shot, he was [-]% confident, but now, Xuanlong thinks he is only [-]% confident. Although he is still confident, this change of mentality has already made him feel like he has lost.

But, he had to strike again.

At this time, there was a roar of cars on the periphery of the bullring, and military vehicles surrounded the surrounding area of ​​the bullring like a tide, and then, groups of soldiers with live ammunition jumped out of the vehicles. Kilometers were deployed in detail, and then nearly a hundred soldiers were divided into three teams and began to take over each checkpoint.

The young master of the Xu family in uniform was leaning against a jeep, with a burning cigarette dangling from his mouth, with a look of cruelty in his eyes:
"Ignore any orders, ignore any dignitaries, ignore any influence, catch that kid, and shoot him on the spot."

More than a dozen people around stood up straight: "Yes!"

At the same time, at the high-speed rail station in City H, in the exclusive passage for VIPs, a casual middle-aged man was walking with his hands in his pockets. He was full of beards, his hair was a little long, and he smelled of alcohol. A drunkard is almost the same, but the colorful clothes on his body and the occasional light in his melancholy eyes show his extraordinary identity.

As soon as he walked out of the high-speed railway station, Jin Ziyan greeted him, and said respectfully: "Young Master Ye."

The middle-aged man said lightly: "I want to see Dai Yushi's child, don't worry, I won't get too close to him."

In the dark night, there is a surge of danger.

At this time, the arena was in full swing, and with Daoist Xuanlong yelling: "Take my last move!" He suddenly kicked off the wooden pillar next to him, and in midair, a beam of sword light was like a rainbow passing through the sky. The standing Tang Xueyi stabbed forward, the blade hissed because of the rapid friction with the air, and the blade shone with dazzling brilliance.

Ye Zixuan's face changed slightly: "Be careful!"

Faced with Xuanlong Daoist's shocking sword, Tang Xueyi could no longer retreat, and the edge of the ring was behind him, and if he retreated again, the opponent's sword would be more powerful, and it was very likely that he would kill himself with one strike At this time, the best way is to bet on the other party's life, and bet on the iron-blooded essence that is unmoved in the face of life and death.

When the opponent stabbed himself to death with a sword, he would also be able to split the opponent in half with a single blow.

Tang Xueyi, who decided not to retreat any longer, shot a cold light in his eyes, killing intent filled the air in an instant, and he went forward without saying a word.

He didn't care about the sword light stabbing at his chest, he held up the bamboo knife and saber to the abdomen of Taoist Xuanlong, and slashed like thunder.

Mei Zishu and Long Potian had just performed this kind of play that hurts both sides, so it immediately caused many people to stop breathing.

Ye Kuangren murmured: "They are all masters who don't want their lives."

Song Sifei said coldly: "The people on the stage will definitely not see the sun tomorrow."

When Concubine Song Sifei was thinking about variables with a complex expression, Daoist Xuanlong was smiling lightly. His strength was far beyond ordinary people's imagination. Facing Tang Xueyi's death together, he still had the strength to do so. He moved his body in the air and forcibly changed his moves, " Dang!" With the ear-piercing clanging of swords and swords, sparks shot out, and Xuanlong's body flew backwards like fallen leaves.

The sword technique is light and the body technique is elegant.

Daoist Xuanlong landed on the ground lightly and neatly, showing his demeanor as a Wudang disciple back then, while Tang Xueyi staggered back three steps, and stepped on a hand with his last foot. On the blade, he used his strength to stand firm, and the blade cracked in an instant, which showed how amazing the force he had just endured was.

It's just that Xuanlong didn't feel well, and there was blood on the corner of his mouth.

Tang Xueyi smeared blood, held the knife and moved forward: "Come again!"

It is a simple word, but it is as heavy as a thousand catties, which makes people feel his tenacity. This kind of person can only be destroyed, and it is absolutely impossible to be defeated.

At this moment, there was a sharp sound, and the seats in Longzhuang suddenly shot out six sleeve arrows, and they aimed straight at Tang Xueyi like a shooting star.

Tang Xueyi took a step forward, rolled the bamboo knife, and all the sleeve arrows fell to the ground, and then said to Taoist Xuanlong:
Daoist Xuanlong looked at Tang Xueyi, then at the six sleeve arrows, and there was a hard word "come again", then suddenly threw the long sword, turned around and jumped off the ring:

"I lost."

He admitted defeat openly, and walked out of the venue dignifiedly, as if he had never appeared before.

Only the long sword on the ring showed that he had once shined.

Qing Wushuang stood up and roared: "Who fired the arrow? Who fired the arrow?"

No one responded, and all attention fell on the ring.

Seeing the departing Taoist Xuanlong and the three words I typed echoing in his ears, Tang Xueyi slowly retracted his knife, then blushed and suppressed the blood from his mouth.

"You have suffered internal injuries, go down and rest."

Ye Zixuan stretched out his hand to support him, stepped forward after he stood still, then raised a knife, pointed at the yellow-clothed monk and the green-clothed nun and shouted:
"The rest, let's go together."

Swallow mountains and rivers with anger, look down on the world!
(End of this chapter)