The arrogant posture of the young man in black aroused public anger. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Let me teach this boy a lesson. ”

"I'll come. ”

"Boy, look at the move!"

A group of powerful disciples scrambled to be the first. In the end, a Kunlun sect disciple took the lead and killed the black-clothed boy.

The black-clothed young man raised his sword eyebrows and slashed out.

A second sword like a storm.

"Liangyi is extinguished!"

The disciples of the Kunlun faction performed the Zheng Liangyi sword technique of the Kunlun faction. As a result, just halfway through the cast, the sword qi had already attacked, making him scream in shock.

Only then did I know how fast the black-clothed young man's sword speed was.

Under carelessness, the Kunlun sect disciples had no choice but to dodge. This scene fell in Tang Fengyue's eyes, and he knew that this guy was finished.

The young man in black plays fast, and once he falls behind, it is difficult to have a chance to turn the tables.

Sure enough, as the black-clothed young man came out to the fourth sword, his sword speed reached the limit. When it stabbed out, the blade of the sword rubbed against the air and sparks.

Bang!

The Kunlun sect disciples were defeated.

Tang Fengyue's gaze fell on the hand of the young man in black. His hand holding the sword trembled. Obviously, the power of the sword just now made his hand almost unable to support it.

Outside the main hall, the disciples of the great forces continued to fight.

The boy in black won three games in a row. In the fourth game, his arm couldn't withstand the force, and finally caused a slight flaw in his swordsmanship.

"Defeat me!"

The disciples of the Changchun Courtyard laughed wildly, and took the opportunity to stab the black-clothed young man's wrist with a sword, intending to cut his tendons!

People nearby exclaimed. If a swordsman breaks his tendons, even if he recovers in the future, he will not be able to reach the peak level again.

"You're too ruthless. ”

Just when everyone was deeply sorry, a silver spear stabbed from the oblique side, and the last shot came first, and the tip of the spear accurately touched the tip of the sword.

A huge force was like a torrent, pushing back the disciples of the Changchun Courtyard seven or eight steps away and saving the black-clothed young man.

"What a fast gun, so accurate!"

"Awesome!"

One shot shocked all four.

Tang Fengyue turned around and said with a smile: "Are you okay?"

The young man in black raised his eyes slightly, glanced at him, and picked up the sword on the ground: "I don't need you to save me." He turned and walked back to his seat, bowing his head and soaking himself in his own world.

Tang Fengyue smiled bitterly.

The martial arts people around shook their heads, and they could vaguely hear comments such as 'I don't know what to do' and 'self-righteousness'.

"The boy is a good marksman. ”

Outside the main hall, the long-haired old man of Mohui Island exclaimed.

Among the five clans in the Central Plains, the master of the Long family looked at Tang Fengyue's figure, remembered Long Weiran's words, and suddenly said: "This person, could it be Xiao Ritian, the white dragon spear who has risen in the rivers and lakes recently?"

Turning his head to look at the Gong family.

Gong Ping, the master of the palace family, smiled proudly: "Exactly! This son has officially joined my palace family not long ago, and now he is a key figure cultivated by my palace family." ”

"It's strange to say, in the past, there were very few geniuses who used guns on the rivers and lakes, but recently, several have popped up in a row. ”

Shi Xiuling, the deputy palace master of the Sword Flower Palace, said: "In addition to this Xiao Ritian, I heard that Tang Fengyue, the young master of Sanssouci Valley, is also extremely good at spear path. In particular, the shot that defeated Meng Anping has now been passed down by the people of the rivers and lakes. There is also the northwest border, a heaven-killing gun came out, and eighteen masters of the rivers and lakes were picked up in a row, shaking the northwest area. ”

On the side, when Xin Chaiyue heard Tang Fengyue's three words, there was a strange look in her eyes.

The Fifth Elder of the Blood Shadow Sect snorted deliberately: "Meng Anping's death is unjust, maybe Sanssouci Valley deliberately plotted against him in order to build momentum. In my opinion, the kid surnamed Tang can't even beat that white dragon gun. ”

Venerable Xuantong smiled.

In the open space of the square.

Chen Yiming, a disciple of Changchun Courtyard, glared at Tang Fengyue angrily and said coldly: "Nosy guy, do you want to try Chen's sword?"

The shot was knocked back just now, which made Chen Yiming feel very faceless.

Tang Fengyue shook her head and turned back to her seat.

"I want to leave after the sneak attack, how can there be such a good thing in the world. ”

Chen Yiming stepped a little, carried the sword and jumped up, and what he displayed was the sword technique of watching mountains and seas.

For this set of sword tricks, Tang Fengyue is too familiar. The original Changchun Shuangxia, Yi Dongting, had all played on him.

However, it is obvious that because of Chen Yiming's age and higher cultivation, his swordsmanship is much stronger than the previous three. As soon as the sword came out, the sword light was like a mountain overturning, and it was extremely fierce.

"Young man beware!"

Tang Fengyue rescued people before, which made many people feel good, and they all reminded loudly at this moment.

"Is it useful to be careful?"

Chen Yiming laughed wildly.

"Idiot. ”

Tang Fengyue turned around and stabbed out with a shot that was fast and incoherent.

Bang!

In terms of strength, Chen Yiming was actually weaker than the Kunlun Sect disciples who had been defeated by the black-clothed boy before. Tang Fengyue charged a shot, and the violent force immediately flew Chen Yiming out.

"Vulnerable! Do the people in the Changchun Courtyard like to be embarrassed so much?"

For Changchun Villa, Tang Fengyue has no good feelings. Don't talk about personal grievances, just say that the prince of Changchun, together with the Venerable Venerable, once assassinated the eldest brother Tang Xiangfeng, which made Tang Fengyue unforgivable.

"Bastard, what did he just say!?"

Tang Fengyue deliberately shouted, and the people in the Changchun Courtyard outside the main hall heard it. Many of the disciples immediately raised their eyebrows.

"I heard that this kid is arrogant and boundless, and he has the nickname of a Xiao maniac, which is really untidy. A disciple of the Changchun Academy came out angrily.

"Senior Brother Seven, teach him a lesson!" the disciples shouted loudly.

The seventh senior brother fell opposite Tang Fengyue, his eyes were deep: "You are unscrupulous with one mouth, and sooner or later you will die under this mouth." ”

Tang Fengyue smiled: "I turned back just now, and he still wants to kill me." As a result, I was repelled by a shot, isn't it a shame?"

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the seventh senior brother, and he said coldly: "Your realm is too low, you are not worthy of letting me go all out." I only made three swords. As long as you live, it's your fate. ”

Tang Fengyue laughed loudly, the tip of the gun hit the ground, and shouted: "I only fired one shot, I hope you won't be scared to pee your pants by then." ”

"Is this kid brain-dead?"

"I see that his brain is caught by the door panel! The seventh senior brother is a congenital double master, and the combat power of the same realm is among the best in my Changchun Courtyard, why is he so arrogant!"

"One sword, Seventh Senior Brother can solve him with one sword. ”

A group of disciples of the Changchun Academy were so angry that their faces were flushed and they shouted and cursed.

Chen Yiming spat blood, stood up with difficulty, and looked vicious: "Seventh Senior Brother, cut off this kid's shoulder for me!"

Senior Brother Seventh smiled faintly and expressed his reassurance. Tang Fengyue's words aroused his boundless anger.

"Alas, sure enough, there is only the wrong name, not the wrong nickname. Xiao Gongzi is too arrogant!" Among the people in the square, there were also many people who had heard of Xiao Maniac's deeds, and they were speechless at this time.

In their opinion, there must be a limit to madness.

The seventh senior brother of the Changchun Courtyard, don't look at the fact that he only has a congenital double, but his combat power is stronger than that of ordinary congenital fourfold martial arts masters. This Xiao Ritian offended people so much, it's over.

Rumble!

The seventh senior brother was full of sword intent. What he practiced was another powerful swordsmanship in the Changchun Courtyard, a sword of Qiankun.

A sword is not only a sword, but a sword and thirteen styles. The same move contains thirteen complex changes, which change according to the situation.

If you don't have a strong understanding, you won't want to learn it in your life.

"First sword!"

The seventh senior brother was carrying anger and killing intent, the corners of his mouth were hooked, and a sword swept out.

This sword is mediocre, but in Tang Fengyue's eyes, it contains room for change at any time. It seems that as long as he shoots, the opponent's sword momentum will envelop him like a huge net.

The spiritual power emanated like an invisible tentacle, and Tang Fengyue opened the realm of knowledge for the first time.

In an instant, not only did the flaws in the opponent's sword moves disappear, but even the opponent's back hand appeared in Tang Fengyue's eyes.

"Defeat me!"

The purple true qi was running at full strength, and Tang Fengyue took one step forward with a gun, and what he used was the shattered Qiankun in the three-style halberd method!

The tip of the spear slashed through the void and pulled up a purple line, like a purple dragon roaring, roaring out in anger.

Laugh at!

The tip of the spear stabbed a little to the right, easily tearing the heavy sword through it. The seventh senior brother's eyes widened in shock, only to feel that under Tang Fengyue's shot, his back hand and strain were all flawed.

"I said, just one shot. ”

The moment he passed by, Tang Fengyue said softly.

With a flick of his wrist, he turned his thorn into a flick, but the rigid and flexible white dragon spear shaft pulled out an arc, like a taut spring, and suddenly flicked heavily on half of the seventh senior brother's face.

Boast!

Everyone clearly felt a chill in their lower bodies.

What kind of experience is it like to have a bullet in the face with the huge force of the gun, causing the whole person to fly out like a cannonball?

That kind of pain makes people's scalp tingle when you think about it.

Chen Yiming was dumbfounded, and at this time, a cold sweat broke out on his back, realizing what kind of fierce person he had offended.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or deliberately, the direction where the seventh senior brother bounced off was the position where everyone in the Changchun Courtyard was standing in the main hall.

"Seventh Senior Brother!"

Several disciples caught the seventh senior brother who had fainted with blood on his face, and his face turned pale.

Before, they were still clamoring that Senior Brother Seventh could easily kill Xiao Maniac, and it would be effortless at all. As a result, reality slapped them hard.

It was indeed effortless, but it was Xiao Maniac who defeated their proud Seventh Senior Brother without much effort.

What an irony!

Seeing the tragic situation of the seventh senior brother, the three elders of the Changchun Courtyard pulled down with a thin face, gloomy as water. He couldn't wait to take action immediately and kill Xiao Maniac.

It's just that in front of the crowd at the scene, he couldn't lose this face.

The three elders looked at Mu Zhongzheng, the wooden sword servant of the Heavenly Sword Villa. Changchun Villa has always had a close relationship with Heavenly Sword Villa, and he believes that the other party will help him.

Mu Zhongzheng understood and said with a light smile: "It's a good thing for young people to be confident, but it's not good to be too conceited and conceited." With a sweep of his eyes, a handsome young man nodded and walked out with a smile.

He stepped a little, just like a wild goose in the sky, volleying dozens of feet into the air, and falling lightly on the opposite side of Tang Fengyue. This elegant and chic light work immediately won the full house.

"This son, could it be that he is the righteous son of Zhao Qisheng, the second owner of Heavenly Sword Villa, who has practiced Ling Xu's sword step, Zhao has no intention?" Luo Feiqing said.

Mu Zhongzheng nodded and smiled meaningfully: "It's just unintentional." Speaking of which, he has no intention of being the same age as Tang Fengyue of Sanssouci Valley, and his combat power is outstanding. At the beginning, he heard that his father-in-law had made a two-year contract with Tang Fengyue, and bluntly said that he wanted to pick Tang Fengyue's head. ”

Hearing this, Luo Feiqing and Venerable Xuantong both frowned. (To be continued.) )