White-Robed Chief

He found that Murong's hatred was not arrogant. He really had the ability and the confidence. The power of Yutian Sword was amazing. It was a marvellous skill to be able to restrain his dreams.

As soon as he flashed, he wanted to avoid the void.

"Wow!" A scream suddenly sounded, and the dagger swelled again, which locked the void so that Yi Qingsong could not move.

"Huh!" Yi Qingsong's face was gloomy, and he shot it slowly.

This palm seems to be slow and slowly advancing, but in fact it is extremely fast.

"Ding ..." Han Guang collided with his palm and flew out, showing his sword.

The dagger trembled like a spirit snake in the air, as if seeking to advance.

Yi Qingsong glanced down at his palm, and a small opening appeared. This short sword could break open his body and hold his breath and palms. If it wasn't for Murong Qiu Xiu, he might have pierced the palm.

He was more afraid to look down on Murong Qiu, and did not dare to keep his hands.

Originally, I didn't want to be too rigid, but now Damengzong is not fully prepared. It takes time to strengthen and accumulate strength. I just learned this Murong Qiu, so that I won't be blocked.

However, I did not expect that I still encountered hard stubble, and I could only show my true ability, otherwise I was really defeated. Wouldn't it have become a big joke. His dignified master could not beat a magic sword sect disciple, and the entire Dream Sect would be shamed.

Moreover, under the eyes of Lu Qingxue and Qin Mengyun, he didn't want to lose.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding ..." The short sword, like electric light, came instantly, but he was always blocked by the palms of his hands, and he couldn't break the blockade of the palm of his hand. The sword's tip stuck in his palm as if it hit an iron stone, his voice was clear.

In addition, Yi Qingsong's palm power became faster and faster. Later, a sky-shaped palm shadow formed over Murong Qiu, and Murong Qiu stepped back and forth, while urging Yu Tianjian to attack more than once.

One by one, but the palm of the meat can be forced to retreat with a sword, it seems that Murong is at stake, and he will undoubtedly lose.

Murong Qiu's face was so bleak, his eyes were like flames, he must not be defeated. If he could defeat this Yi Qingsong, it would be an exultation for the magic sword sect, and it would also form an alliance with the butterfly dance sect.

More importantly, she can also show up in front of Qin Mengyun to let her know her strength.

"Huh!" He stopped drinking and shot a cold light on his back again, and the two cold lights shot at Yi Qingsong almost simultaneously.

Yi Qingsong frowned, sealed with a palm.

"Ding ..." The two clear tones rang almost simultaneously.

Yi Qingsong stepped back.

Unexpectedly, the power of these two swords has not weakened at all, which is equivalent to adding one person. This Yutian sword is indeed well-deserved.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding" this time was Murong Qiu forward, Yi Qingsong kept back, the situation between the two of them suddenly reversed.

"Forget it." Qin Mengyun yelled, "Don't fight between the two of you."

She could see that the two had hit a real fire, and they had to win against the tiger. If they went on, they would be killed, and the two were bound to fight, and Butterfly Dance was caught in it.

Murong Qiu laughed: "Don't worry about my sister Qin, my Yutian sword is not only the two swords, but I am afraid that killing him will cause big troubles, so he has no affection, he can't die!"

"Shut up!" Qin Mengyun hummed. "What's the point of your fight?"

"Teach me how powerful this Sovereign Master is." Murong Qiu said with a smile: "Now it seems very common. The Sovereign is afraid that he is just like the brothers, who can't speak well, and have been suspended by those old guys? How come you come in person? "

Yi Qingsong sneered twice.

Qin Mengyun said coldly: "Big Brother Bian said nothing, and no one can violate it. You must say that Big Brother Bian was elevated!"

"Haha ..." Murong Qiu shook his head and smiled: "I know you like to slap brothers, favor him, but no matter how powerful, how can you beat those old guys?"

Yi Qingsong said: "As far as I know, Brother Xi was not really elevated, but as if he was pointing his fingers, everyone in the case complied."

"Put gold on your face," Murong Qiu said with a smile.

A cold light flew suddenly behind him, and the three swords shot at Yi Qingsong in the shape of a pin, as fast as electricity.

Yi Qingsong waved his sleeves.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!" In the clear sound, three cold lights suddenly disappeared.

Murong Qiu's face changed slightly, sneer: "Good skill!"

He found that he had lost contact with the three-handed sword, and his forehead was sore and painful, as if the knife had been struck. Obviously, this was a strange mystery that cut off his connection with the sword.

Murong Qiu looked at Murong Qiu with a smile: "Although the Royal Sword is good, it is not invincible. Look at my big dream swordsmanship!"

He said to shake his sleeves, three cold lights shot out.

Although Murong Qiu could not see the sword body, he felt that it was his own sword. He did not escape, reached out and tried to bring them back into his arms, but his face suddenly changed, and the dagger did not recognize it at all. He was so ordinary, he shot fiercely.

He was too late to dodge again, and was about to be stabbed into three holes, and the three swords were shaped like a pin, one against the forehead, one against the heart, and one toward Dantian.

He didn't even have time to avoid his forehead. He could move faster than he could think.

When thinking like this, the body has not been able to move, watching the cold light hit.

Yi Qingsong was shocked to see that he didn't evade, and his face changed greatly, and he wanted to take back the three swords, but he didn't have the sword technique, and he couldn't fly without time, so he just kept watching.

"Well!" After the three whistle sounds, the three-handed sword shot through an ancient tree, and then shot into the woods without a trace.

Murong wiped his forehead with a grudge, and lost a huge force behind him to move him away ~ www.readwn.com ~ He turned his head and looked behind him, seeing Chu Lizheng attacking with a white robe and smiling, standing with his hands, overjoyed: ! "

"Brother Murong, I haven't seen you for a long time!" Chu Li hugs and laughs, looking at Yi Qingsong: "Yi Zongzhu!"

"It's too far-fetched to call the lord, brother, don't come without a word?" Yi Qingsong smiled and held his fist.

He also breathed a sigh of relief, so that Chu Li shot in time, otherwise it was really troublesome.

However, Chu Li was unfathomable, and his whole body was as imposing as the sea.

Chu Li smiled: "I just walked out of the retreat, but I didn't expect it to happen so much!"

"What a coincidence, not all of them came to see Lord Lu!" Murong Qiu laughed.

He glanced at Yi Qingsong and hummed, "It was just a game of chess, otherwise no one knows who will die!"

He was quite unconvinced. He would not have been in danger unless he had regained control of the dagger, but he also lost his hand in time, otherwise he would really plant it here.

He glanced at Qin Mengyun, but saw Qin Mengyun's eyes moving, staring at Chu Li with a complex look.

He had a sour heart, but he had no choice but to fight with his brother!

Yi Qingsong shook his head and smiled, looking at Chu Li: "Brother Xiong came to find Lord Lu?"

Chu Lidao said: "Aim for the alliance with Butterfly Dance School, isn't it the same for Damengzong?"

"Our big dream sect and butterfly dance sect have always had a relationship." Yi Qingsong said with a smile: "I'm not here to form an alliance, I just came to visit Senior Lu."

Chu Li grinned and said, "Brother Yi has made great progress after becoming the suzerain, and in the past, he could not open his eyes and talk nonsense."

"Haha, each other." Yi Qingsong laughed.

Murong Qiu depressed the sourness of his heart, and hummed, "Let the Lord Zong choose one!"

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