Eagle Archer's Gale Sword

() The two palms were firmly connected, and Qiu Qianren felt that the opponent's palm was surging, and that majestic zhenqi steadily suppressed his own. He was shocked, and hurriedly withdrew his palms, changing several moves in succession, sharp and fierce, all An exquisite killer move on the iron palm. .

To his surprise, the long-bearded old man's moves were amazing, and Qiu Qianren's iron palm killing move with ease, even returned a blow from time to time.After dozens of moves, Qiu Qianren showed defeat. The long-bearded old man's fingertips were nimble, and his moves became more and more erratic. Suddenly, he pointed in the air, Qiu Qianren yelled, and fell backwards. After landing, he staggered back a few times. Step, obviously has been recruited.

Hong Qigong stepped forward to support Qiu Qianren, and asked, "Old man Qiu, are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Qiu Qianren's face was pale, he rushed to open the blocked acupoints with luck, and his chest hurt, obviously injured by Ling Kong's finger force, but fortunately the injury was not serious, and after luck adjusted his breath, he was fine.

The long-bearded old man defeated Qiu Qianren and retreated. The middle-aged man said loudly, "How is it? My martial arts in Yingzhou Wonderland is not satisfactory?"

Hou Qingyun could see it clearly, laughed, and said disdainfully: "Isn't it the Murong family's 'Shenhezhi', when did it become a fairyland martial arts? What a joke!"

The middle-aged man frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Who are you, how do you know the origin of 'Shen He Zhi'?" "Hou Qingyun heard Murong Chong call his ancestor early in the morning, so he guessed that this person was the ancestor of Murong's family, but he didn't know who it was.

Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong and the others were baffled when they heard this, the complexion of the majestic middle-aged man suddenly changed, and he said coldly: "So you all know! Very well, the purpose of our coming to Huashan today is to subdue you! "

"Blow the sky!" "Big talk!" "What are you!" Everyone shouted and cursed.

Hou Qingyun and Xia Gulan looked at each other, Xia Gulan's long sword of ice and glass was out of its sheath, ready to go.

"You only have such a few people. If you want to take all of us, it's too early to talk big?" Hong Qigong said hey, he also raised his breath secretly, ready to fight.

"The patriarch is willing to take you in. It's the blessings you have cultivated in several lifetimes! Don't know what is good or bad, old beggar Hua'er, quickly kneel down and kowtow, or you will suffer infinite disaster!" Murong Chong played the role of shouting soldiers character.

Characters of this level are usually the targets of instant kills, so just as he finished speaking, a "whoosh" sounded through the air, and an extremely fast hidden weapon went straight to his forehead.

Murong Chong was stunned, there was no time to dodge, but the long-bearded old man at the side stretched out his hand to fish in front of him, took the hidden weapon in his hand, and was stunned for a moment: a dirty sheep bone.

"Don't bark a good dog, I'll give you a bone if it's an obedient dog!" Hong Qigong laughed in a very hurtful way.

"Everyone, have you made up your mind?" Patriarch Murong's face darkened.

"Stop talking nonsense, if you want to fight, then fight!" Qiu Qianren recuperated his injuries, cheered up, stared at the long-bearded old man, and prepared to fight again.

Patriarch Murong shook his head slowly: "Since it can't be used by me, let's get rid of it together!" His aura suddenly changed, he climbed up, his body probably exploded, and his body rumbled like a tiger roaring and a dragon moaning. Qing Yun and the others looked at each other in amazement: Is this kind of vision still human?

Ancestor Murong's eyes were extremely sharp, he suddenly turned around, his palms lined up in the air, and pushed towards Hong Qigong flatly.

Hong Qigong's eyes widened. When Patriarch Murong was pushing with both palms, he felt an invisible force locking him, he couldn't move his feet, he couldn't stretch out his hands, and even the sound of shouting came to his throat. I can't spit it out either!

He could only watch helplessly as Patriarch Murong pushed his palms towards him!

Overwhelming!

Ancestor Murong's palms didn't arrive yet, only the momentum of the palm wind, majestic like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, Hong Qigong couldn't move, like falling into an ice cave, he shouted in his heart: "My dear, my old beggar Hua'er will die here today!"

Fortunately, Hou Qingyun and Xia Gulan rescued in time.

The two were on the left and the right, two sword beams flashed past, unparalleled in sharpness and unparalleled speed, swept towards Patriarch Murong, Patriarch Murong raised his eyes slightly, changed his moves, and pushed out with his right hand horizontally.

Hou Qingyun, who was stabbing sharply with his sword, suddenly felt a soft and vigorous energy rushing towards his face, colliding with the Gang Qi surrounding him, and his protective Gang Qi collapsed at the touch of a touch, he turned back in a hurry, secretly Shocked: "Why is Patriarch Murong's invisible inner energy so similar to my protective energy?"

He was astonished, and Patriarch Murong was equally astonished. Seeing Xia Gulan's sword moving quickly, he immediately folded his body, turned his back to Xia Gulan, and shouted 'definitely! '

Xia Gulan was still three feet away, but it was as if she had bumped into an invisible wall of air, and the swift ice and glass sword was pulled in the void, like hitting a soft fishing net. Knocked back!

Patriarch Murong insisted, and Hong Qigong finally bought time to escape. As soon as the old beggar Hua'er sensed that the invisible shackles around her body were loosened, she immediately shook her strength, swung her hands, blasted away the restraints, and dodged Back out all the way.

"This man's method... is either a fairy or a demon, it is simply unimaginable!" The old beggar Hua'er was still in shock. Seeing Hou Qingyun and Xia Gulan fighting against the ancestor Murong one after another, he sank into his dantian, and with one palm, Front and back, one pull and one pull, the two powerful palms are pushed out.

"Your Dragon Subduing Palm is still far behind!" Ancestor Murong received Hou Qingyun's long sword in front of him, and shook Xia Gulan in the back. He caught a glimpse of Hong Qigong's two palms whizzing towards him, and his figure suddenly stretched out, his whole body invisible. The air slowly rotated, flying sand and rocks, Hong Qigong's mighty Dragon Subduing palm was deviated by the strong wind, and turned around to attack Hou Qingyun.

Patriarch Murong sneered with a blow, and suddenly rushed to Hou Qingyun's body in two steps, his big sleeve flicked the sword body, Hou Qingyun suddenly felt that the inner strength was transmitted from the sword body to his arm, and the long sword fell down involuntarily. Flying towards Hong Qigong's neck!

In an instant, Patriarch Murong broke through the joint attack of the two masters, and even caused the two's moves to collide.

"Fighting to the stars!"

Hou Qingyun yelled out loudly, his Nine Yang True Qi turned suddenly, dispelling the inner strength of Patriarch Murong, and at the same time running the 'Shape Shifting', flashing a few steps in succession, his figure was like a ghost, floating erratically, and his long sword was sharp. Shaking, a series of stormy thrusts were unleashed.

"The young man is really insightful!" Patriarch Murong chuckled, his sleeves fluttered, and Xia Gulan was slapped aside with his sword.

"How could this old thief be so powerful?" Patriarch Murong's indifference made Xia Gulan, who has always been proud, really angry. A trace of evil flashed across her face. In a flash, he reached Patriarch Murong's side, and the Bingli sword turned into a flash of lightning, and it was also a series of violent stabbing strikes.

Swinging the sword like rain, the sword light is shining, and the little stars are like the sky full of stars!

"Well, the sword strength of the two of you is very good, and your internal strength is also advanced. You can even break my body shield, which is unparalleled in the world!" Murong Patriarch talked and laughed freely, moving his breath freely, and he didn't see his body skills. How miraculous, he escaped from the cover of the two long swords in an instant, and said again: "Little girl, how can you know the 'Lingboweibu' of the Xiaoyao School?"

"If you want to fight, fight, there's so much nonsense!" Xia Gulan replied disdainfully, following the pace of the ancestor Murong one step at a time, his figure was as graceful as a dragon, and his swordsmanship suddenly changed to a set of Tiandun swordsmanship, eloquently When it was unleashed, the sword glowed brightly, and the blue light bloomed everywhere, covering Patriarch Murong's whole body.

Patriarch Murong was calm and calm at first, but when he saw the sudden change in her sword technique, he blurted out: "Heavenly Dungeon Sword Technique!" Then his face darkened, and he shouted: "'Heavenly Dungeon Sword Art' is the only one in this world that is pure Yang The two patriarchs of Zhengyang and Zhengyang know it, and it has never been rumored, where did you steal it from!"

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Although I wrote Murong Patriarch with some fantasies, after reading Zhong Hanliang's version of "Eight Thunders", the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms like the "Tathagata Palm", and Yue Laosan who flies into the sky and hides from the ground, I think I The writing is too conservative~~~囧~~~