"Fang Yin, pull out your sword!" Mu Zhangjiao's tiger eyes were sharp and majestic: "Get up!

Daoist Fang didn't get up, and he didn't want to fight him.

"Isn't you afraid? Don't you dare?" Mu Zhangjiao held the Qiushui Sword in his hand, and pointed with a sneer: "Fang Da Swordsman, I'm a swordsman!"

Daoist Fang sat cross-legged on the ground, comfortable and comfortable, one hundred and eight was holding a comb, combing his hair seriously.

Combing your hair, or combing, is the most affectionate and loving expression of one hundred and eight.

"Okay, good, good little hair!" Seeing that he blindly ignored him, Mu Zhangjiao was furious: "Suffer death!

Born right, there is no class, of course Mu Zhangjiao is not convinced, this is a challenge to Daoist Fang.

The tip of the sword swallowed, the light and cold soaked the eyebrows, and the Daoist Fang turned a blind eye, with a master's demeanor.

One hundred and eight turned a blind eye, a master style.

Jiujiu took the little one hundred and eight to pick mountain fruits, the old master and the chief of the Su Dao were pairing, only the monk Lingxiu was an idler: "Give!" Lingxiu handed over a sword, it was the old master's sword, and encouraged: "Don't be afraid of him! Fight with him!" Finally, Qingyun couldn't stand it anymore, Qingyun's partner must not be a coward, a scumbag: "Puff!"

"Okay. Fang Da Swordsman got up, patted the soil on his buttocks, and said indifferently: "Say it first, don't cry if you lose." ”

"Aha!" Mu Zhangjiao looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, laughing out of tears: "What a big breath!

The old master suddenly smiled proudly, used his fingers as a pen, and drew a word on the ground with a pen: chapter.

The right is a wonderful pair, and there is less than half a pair, and the left and right also ask you, how to divide the tree between half and double.

It's still that pair, and it's also a fight here.

The old master can't be unhappy, this time, the old master is going to win.

In a blink of an eye, I saw that the demon Dao had already written ten words: Feng Jiayin as soon as possible, and one more word every day.

The old master was too proud, and this time, the old master was going to lose again.

A sword that is famous all over the world is in Fang Yin's hands at this time.

The grey sharkskin scabbard has worn and turned white, and the bronze hilt and sword shaft are also slightly gray and rusty, perhaps due to the age of time. Pull it out and take a closer look, but I saw that the sword body was dark blue, and the middle section was pale blue, and the head of the sword was already blue and white, and the blade was like frost, shimmering and shimmering. It is the traces of time, it is the polishing of wind and frost, this is a simple and ordinary sword, and there is nothing surprising about it, just like the old man in front of him, the benevolent sword, the hidden Confucian.

The blood stained the river, the river whimpered, and countless people have been killed by this sword.

"Fang Daxia, pay attention. Mu Zhangjiao smiled and stared, but there was no trace of neglect.

Before the Ren Sword, no one can ignore it.

And Fang Yin's swordsmanship is said to have been reborn long ago.

Of course, it is better to see than to hear, of course this is a test, and the swordsmanship of Mu Zhangjiao is also very high, higher than anyone in the Upper Qing Sect.

Of course, he was helping Fang Yin, of course he was completely for Fang Yin's good, and Fang Yin knew it.

Going all out and defeating him is the best reward.

Fang Yin took out the sword, and the three clear swordsmanship.

Tea time.

"Squeak, squeak!" One hundred and eight waved his stick and chased after Mu Zhangjiao.

Fighting brothers, fathers and sons, one hundred and eight This is a beating of the water dogs, and the Mu Zhangjiao has been defeated.

Look at the length of his chest, it was cut by the sword, and the flesh and skin were exposed.

Fang Da swordsman looked at the sky, with a peerless master's demeanor.

Qingyun nodded slightly in appreciation.

Three Taoists, one monk and one Confucian, all five people present have used swords, and none of them are laymen.

But what was really watching was Lingxiu, and Lingxiu had already seen the doorway: "Master, how is it?"

The old master bowed his head and did not speak.

The pair is the first pair of the Su Dao chief, and it continues: The high and low still look at me, and one bite will become a chapter!

During this period, Mu Zhangjiao used a total of thirty-three sets of swordsmanship, and Fang Yin only used one set of Sanqing swordsmanship, and that sword was mixed in between.

As always, all of them were hit.

The wind rises and the green is green.

Strange moves, tricks, no matter what, he can compete with Mu Zhangjiao, which is worthy of Fang Yin's pride.

"There is more than lightness, not enough sharpness, more than change, and not enough heaviness. Lingxiu, who has already abandoned the sword for many years, commented: "Master Fang, Mu Zhenren can force you to do your best, but you can't hurt Mu Zhenren, you lost this game." Fang Yin nodded and took a long breath: "I know, he let me." One hundred and eight couldn't beat Mu Zhangjiao, and he was so tired that he sat on the ground panting, his face full of dissatisfaction. Mu Zhangjiao's face was full of red light, and his expression was radiant: "Little Zamaoer, are you convinced?"

Fang Yin nodded and said, "Yes." ”

The old master nodded and got up slowly: "It's my turn." ”

Fang Yin's swordsmanship has three fatal flaws, one of which is that the foundation is still insufficient.

Second, the royal spirit is not used.

The third is what Lingxiu said, flowery shelves, small tricks, and not entering the hall of elegance.

Of course, the first master of the sword here is Confucius, and Confucius's sword is the sword that returns to the basics and turns decay into magic.

Of course, this is not fair, the old master Confucius is a hermit, the sword has entered the Tao, and the dumb monk Dinghai is as famous.

A withered branch, only a few feet long, for the sake of fairness.

Of course, this is also unfair, a real master can hurt people by throwing flowers and flying leaves, not to mention a dead branch.

So limited, one round.

Daoist Fang, yes, old master.

Of course, this is still unfair, the old master is old and strong, and he will not let Daoist Fang go.

Fair or unfair, it's two words, Uncle Kong is going to guide Fang Yin, Fang Yin knows how rare this opportunity is. Uncle Kong was squinting and smiling, his face wrinkled more than the dry branches in his hands, but his eyes were still so clear, shining with a little wisdom and a little mischievous. Mu Zhangjiao, Su Dao Chang, and Master Lingxiu are all watching, they are all very good to Fang Yin, Fang Yin is really a blessed person, yes! There is also Qingyun, and one hundred and eight, Fang Yin is young and vigorous and also has a competitive heart, come and come, compare with each other! Fang Yin is already eager to try!

Let's see.

"Choke!" Ren sword out, Fang Yin rushed to attack, fierce and fierce, a sword slash!

The old master raised his right hand to block the left neck.

Rotten wood is not broken in steel?

Absolutely not, Fang Yin put away his sword and flew back, he was as afraid as a snake and scorpion!

That's a delusion.

The dead branches are already flat, piercing straight out, without a trace of flower skill, very slowly, very slowly.

Just like a flower blooming quietly, vividly stretching all the time, but it is indistinguishable to the naked eye.

The flowers are in full bloom.

couldn't retreat three feet, the branch was lightly touched in the neck socket, and Fang Yin almost didn't notice: "Ha!"

Defeated.

A grid, a thorn, a vertical, a point, isn't it a "Bu" word?

A fast pole, real into virtual, a slow pole, virtual for real, this sword is not only a chance to move and stillness, but also a way to be virtual and real.

One round, it's enough.

Fang Yin was pondering, meditating, but after thinking about it, there was no way to crack it.

"Don't think about it, it's useless to think about it. Su Dao Chang sat there, shook his head and smiled: "He is better than you everywhere, how can you not be defeated?"