Godly Arrogant Son-in-law

Zhou Yi's consciousness gradually lost. When he woke up again, it was almost dusk.

The wind and sand around him have dispersed. Zhou Yi is lying on the ground alone. His color is almost integrated with those lands.

Opening his eyes, Zhou Yixian was choked by the dust on his face: "cough, cough, this wind and sand is in the past?"

Although the head is still a bit dizzy, but at least that terrible sandstorm is not.

The palm of his hand moved, and a bottle of water appeared in Zhou Yi's hand. First, he drank a few mouthfuls of water, then washed his face with clear water and washed away the yellow sand. Zhou Yi felt much more comfortable.

After finishing all this, Zhou Yi found that there was a lamp not far away from him, which looked like the kerosene lamp of the old society.

In the middle of the lamp sits a villain.

Zhou Yi is curious and wants to take a look at the oil lamp, but Shengsheng resists it.

Now he can be regarded as a man of all kinds. When he takes a step, he draws such a terrible tornado and yellow sand. Who only touches the oil lamp will attract some terrible monsters.

After thinking about it, Zhou Yi retracted his hand.

Looking up at the boundless space, Zhou Yi felt helpless and desolate again. "There is no place to take shelter from the wind. This place has no aura, which makes people......"

in the middle of the speech, Zhou Yi suddenly stops, and then stretches out his hand in surprise and grabs it in the air.

"It turns out that this space has Aura! Haha.. hiss... "Zhou Yi's action is too big, which affects the wound. He can't help but take a breath of cold air.

Then Zhou Yi sat down in a hurry and made a seal with one hand. His consciousness sank slowly and gradually entered the state of cultivation.

Previously, on the skeleton mountain, Zhou Yi's bodhidan had already begun to clamor because there was no external aura to nourish him, and only relying on his own circulation to replace him.

Now that he has grasped the aura, how can Zhou Yi let go? He is bound to make up for all his losses in recent days.

As soon as he caught it, he caught it all day and night.

Late in the night of the next day, Zhou Yi slowly withdrew from the state of cultivation.

He stretched out his hand and slowly clenched it. Feeling the power from his palm, Zhou Yi nodded with satisfaction.

Now his wounds have basically recovered. The previous killing on skeleton mountain still hurt Zhou Yi's meridians. Especially, the breath of killing has affected Zhou Yi's mind, but now it's all right.

Turning his head and looking at his missing arm, Zhou Yi sighed softly: "I'll solve you when I have time."

Zhou Yi's cultivation has reached an indestructible level. Even if he lacks any part of his body, he can grow again. However, it takes time and energy. In this dangerous place, Zhou Yi still can't settle down to do this.

After that, he took out the broken sword again, stroked the black pattern on the sword with his fingers. Zhou Yi said to himself, "don't you mean that I should learn in it? How can I get in here? "

As if sensing Zhou Yi's thoughts, the black pattern on the remnant sword suddenly sends out a flash of light, and then draws Zhou Yi's consciousness into the body of the sword.

The bamboo forest is rustling, and a figure is dancing the sword quickly in the open space.

Zhou Yi was dazzled by the figure's flying up and down, sometimes advancing and retreating quickly.

"It's worthy of being a world scene. It's really two times!"

Zhou Yi is secretly marveling, suddenly a dark shadow is approaching him quickly.

As soon as he raised his hand, a long bamboo sword appeared in Zhou Yi's hand.

"Come on, two moves first!" The man with a bamboo hat hooks Zhou Yi's hand, and the only corner of his mouth is slightly upward.

With a smile, Zhou Yi suddenly takes a step forward. The bamboo sword in his hand pulls a beautiful sword flower in the air, and then points to the bamboo hat man opposite him.

The man with a bamboo hat is not moved. There is no energy fluctuation in his whole body. Standing there holding a bamboo sword, he looks like an ordinary man.

The distance between the two is less than ten meters, but for these two people, it is as simple as other people take a step.

Zhou Yi's body suddenly appeared in the air. His bamboo sword turned slightly, and with a very fierce breath, he suddenly stabbed the man with a bamboo hat.

Zhou Yi didn't hide this move. He did his best. Since he came to learn, he must do his best.

With the fall of the bamboo sword, a sharp sound of breaking wind also sounded.

Looking at the blow before the week, Douli Xia did not have any expression, and even the curvature of his mouth seemed to be the same as before.

Just when Zhou Yi's bamboo sword was about to reach the bamboo hat Xia, he turned around and avoided Zhou Yi's sword. Then he did not turn back. The long sword in his hand was fiercely picked from the front to the back.

Zhou Yi stood behind him, watching his sword come quickly, but there was no time to fight back. He quickly retreated.But as soon as he stepped back a few steps, he felt the hair on his back stand on his back, stabbed a sword behind him with his backhand, then changed his direction again and continued to retreat towards the distance.

"It's fine to retreat from the war with others, but it's not good to give in blindly!" The voice of the man with a bamboo hat rings in Zhou Yi's ear. With him comes the bamboo sword.

Bang! Although it was a bamboo sword, it was no different from that sword in their hands. When they intersected, they made a piercing sound of metal intersecting.

Zhou Yi found out at this time that when the Douli Xia was fighting against himself, he did not use any spiritual power at all. He only used swordsmanship to fight against himself.

When the two swords intersect, Zhou Yi does not retreat, but deceives himself. The bamboo sword in his hand stabs the front chest of the man with a very tricky angle.

Instead of retreating, the Douli Xia stabbed Zhou Yi's sword.

Zhou Yi was surprised, "is this the end of all?"

Just at the moment when Zhou Yi was distracted, the bamboo sword in the bamboo hat Xia's hand was like a poisonous snake. It entangled Zhou Yi's sword body, and then stabbed Zhou Yi's wrist fiercely, and Zhou Yi's hand would be released.

If Zhou Yi had two hands at this time, it would have been easy for him to hold the bamboo sword with the other hand if he let go of the hand. But now he has only one hand, and after the sword is dropped, the long sword can directly pierce his chest, which means that he has lost.

However, he had no more than five moves to fight with the bamboo hat Xia, and he was so embarrassed that he was defeated.

"I lost!" Zhou Yi picked up the bamboo sword that had fallen on the ground and opened his mouth slightly stuffy.

In his last life, he was a master of swordsmanship. In addition to medical skills, swordsmanship was also his proud capital, but now such capital is so vulnerable.

Douli Xia didn't speak. He just stepped back a few meters and then raised his bamboo sword to Zhou Yi.

"Still?" There is a flash of light in Zhou Yi's eyes.

The other side nodded gently.

Then a sound of ping-pong appeared in the open space in front of the bamboo forest