Martial Arts: Ordered to Get Married, His Wife is a Little Dragon Girl

Chen Lei, who didn't even know how much he had killed in the peerless world, had a surge of inner strength, and the corners of Yue Buqun's mouth, nostrils and other parts instantly overflowed with dazzling blood.

"Close hand!"

Master Kumei's thirteen styles of Qingfeng are performed to the extreme.

Qingfeng Thirteen.

It is one of the most profound swordsmanships of the Huashan School, and its status is comparable to the Divine Sword of the Two Instruments cultivated by the Taoists.

It seems that there is nothing, it seems real, it seems virtual, it seems to have changed and not changed.

This is like an antelope hanging its horns, and there is no trace of the wonderful swordsmanship. It is the thirteenth style of Qingfeng.

Ordinary masters can't even figure out the way of swords and moves, so how can you fight?How to win?

It's just that Chen Lei didn't want to understand.

I didn't even want to break it.

The incomparably fast sword light rushed away, coming first, perfectly hitting the body of the sword.

Master Kumei only felt that this was a force like a wave.

At the first contact, the waves slapped, and the sword art was completely broken.

Immediately after the second wave of waves attacked, the body protection infuriating collapsed.

The final third wave hit her internal organs.

A sword with three strengths.

Unseen, unheard.

With the defeat of Master Kumei, none of the four deputy heads of the Huashan faction could catch Chen Lei's sword.

And the thousands of Huashan disciples in the martial arts field were shocked and silent.

The beauty beside Li Xunhuan.

Her name is Sun Xiaohong, the granddaughter of the old man Tianji.

Following her grandfather to play in the world, she has far more experience than ordinary people, but she is also full of doubts, so she can't help asking: "Brother Li, Brother Chen Lei has always been so strong?"

"Brother Chen seems to be more powerful than before."

Li Xun Huan murmured in response.

The gap between him and Chen Lei seems to be getting wider and wider.

He doesn't have the heart to compete, but the gap is too big, and he will be a little embarrassed.

"No wonder Murong Bo also died in his hands."

The man in black groaned.

"This kid is more exaggerated than before."

"Wang Chongyang, who was amazing and talented back then, is not as outrageous as him."

Huang Yaoshi was also amazed: "Hey, it seems that the current rivers and lakes no longer belong to us old men."

Rarely did he recognize the old.

In short.

Chen Lei's crushing performance made many people have to sigh.

As the most senior Huashan elder present, Master Yin Yu's face was ashen.

But she knew that she was definitely not Chen Lei's opponent.

between hesitations.

One person flew down the mountain wall.

Hey!

It slid down from a height of nearly ten feet, and landed so firmly that it didn't even shake.

But he was sloppy.

He was clearly immortal, but he was wearing dirty clothes that seemed to have not been washed for months.

The style that does not match at all is full of a different kind of contradiction.

"I have seen Senior Feng Qingyang."

Even if he was as arrogant as Li Xun Huan, he still respected him.

Huang Yaoshi laughed: "Old man Feng, you are not dead yet!"

"The old man's life is hard."

Feng Qingyang ignored Huang Yaoshi.

He swept away the 30 climbers, and couldn't help shouting, "The old man disdains etiquette, but you don't understand?"

The implication is to scold Yue Buqun and the others for not knowing etiquette.

Although Huang Yaoshi and the others came uninvited, they were seniors no matter what.

The most basic rituals still have to be done.

"no need."

"It feels better to watch the play this way."

Huang Yaoshi and others refused together.

"Senior Feng, please!"

Chen Lei was too lazy to talk nonsense and looked at Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang looked at Chen Lei and finally frowned.

He questioned: "Ximen Chuixue is sincere and holy to the sword. It is understandable that he has such a sense of swordsmanship. But your mind is mottled and your swordsmanship is chaotic. How can you cultivate to such a state?"

"So what?"

Chen Lei smiled leisurely.

His whole temperament has changed.

The previous emotions of disgust, frivolity, etc. have all disappeared, replaced by an ethereal feeling that comes from nature and is also integrated into nature.

The breezy atmosphere changed dramatically.

The others also stared at Chen Lei dumbfounded.

Chen Lei's state is somewhat similar to the mysterious state of [the unity of man and sword].

The problem is that Chen Lei was very ordinary a second ago, giving people a real sense of temperament.

This means that Chen Lei can control his mental state anytime, anywhere, and can control himself to enter the martial arts realm that martial artists dream of.

"Do you understand now?"

Chen Lei gently let go of Long Yuan's palm.

Long Yuan did not fall.

As if there was an invisible force holding it.

"understood."

Feng Qingyang sighed: "It's not that you can't, but you are disdainful."

Clang!

Long Yuan Jian Ming.

Chen Lei swung out a sword in an unremarkable manner.

Half of the sword came out, and the sword intent attacked people, directly interfering with Feng Qingyang's spirit, making him feel an invisible tear.

Broken Sword!

Cheat-level swordsmanship that can crack all swordsmanships in the world.

Encountered the rain-covering swordsmanship that does not belong to this world, and is still a broken void.

The outcome can be imagined.

break!

The sword-breaking style can break the world, and it can even break himself, but it can't break Chen Lei's sword.

The collapsed sword energy did not affect Feng Qingyang's sword energy.

After all, Feng Qingyang has lived for so many years.

I have experienced the unique skills of countless masters, and I have experienced Ximen Chuixue's sincere and holy supreme swordsmanship. At the moment of collapse, guided by sword intent, it instantly evolves the most basic and transformative final formula of Nine Swords of Lonely.

Finale!

There are three hundred and sixty variations!

Almost all changes! .

Chapter 87

There are three hundred and sixty variations in the final formula.

And Chen Lei appeared in front of nearly 30 sword shadows, and almost every sword had more than ten kinds of murderous intentions.

Such swordsmanship is difficult for even top experts to figure out.

But Chen Lei ignored any changes.

His sword heart seems to go straight to the essence.

Therefore, this sword also points directly to the essence.

Ding!