The Qingshui sword technique of the Ming Cult evolved from the sword dance of the Grandma Gongsun, and the sword took a light and sharp path. I remember she said that this was a martial art created by herself when she was studying in the Persian Ming Cult. She had seen her use it several times before, but she had never seen her use this sword technique to fight against the enemy. This time she used it, it was even more graceful as a dragon, like a scattered geese, like a banished immortal in the sky, without a trace of fireworks.

Han Kuochang is like facing a great enemy. His martial arts are weird. Whenever he falls into danger, he can always resolve them with unimaginable sword moves and movements. It seems that he is not the first-class martial arts in the Central Plains.

Thinking about the defeat of the Yuan Dynasty, the Manichaeism moved westward, bringing the Central Plains martial arts to the Western Regions, and integrating them with the Western Regions martial arts. Two hundred years later, there were so many masters. No wonder, after the establishment of the Jingshen Formation, the world's fortunes gathered in the capital, and the Central Plains martial arts gradually declined. In the past two hundred years, only Zhang Sanfeng could reach the realm of heaven and man.

The Ming Cult can integrate the unique martial arts skills of Murong Mountain Villa with the specialties of the Ming Cult in Persia, and create its own Qiushui sword technique. It is not inferior to Nangong Jingcao's tide-catching sword technique. It can occupy a place in the martial arts world in the martial arts world. In addition to being extremely talented, it is inseparable from her diligent study and practice. I remember that when I was in the marches, Liu Qingfeng and I loved to sleep in, and she was forced to practice every day. In the same diligence, Liu Qingfeng and I were not as good as her.

After avoiding several killer moves from the Ming Cult, Han Kuochang gradually stabilized the situation, responded calmly, and responded with moves, but did not act rashly. Han Kuochang's martial arts moves were strange, but his internal strength was not weak. Finally, when he had more than twenty moves, the boxing wind suddenly changed, opening and closing, with a strong wind between the moves, gradually gaining the upper hand.

Han Kuochang fought with the Ming Cult, but said in his mouth that he always thought that there was no successor to the Central Plains martial arts world. Unexpectedly, the owner of Murong gave birth to a good daughter. If he was a man, within five years, the title of the world's number one must be her! His breath is thick and long, and it seems that he has not done his best.

The Ming Cult's lips were closed tightly without any interference. The two of them fought more than ten more tricks. Han Kuocheng muttered something, but it was not the Central Plains language. After a few breaths, white light appeared on his body.

I was shocked. When I was in Moming Lake with Ji Junbi, I also saw her strange internal skills. At that time, her whole body was as fire as a phoenix in Nirvana, and her skills doubled.

The Ming Cult retreated a few steps, staring at Han Kuochang with his eyes cold. Han Kuolong said, these moves were the ninth-grade lotus platform I taught, the girl was careful! After saying that, the white light suddenly surged, and behind Han Kuochang it became nine lotus flowers, seven white and two black. The lotus had nine petals, nine nine eighty-one lotus flowers, surrounding Han Kuochang all around Han Kuochang

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Han Kuo swung his long fists, his fists were like thunder, his internal strength was slightly weaker as Liu Qingfeng, Songshan Shuangxia and others, and they actually covered their ears. However, the tears widened their eyes, as if they were not affected.

The dragon roared, and a purple light burst out. The Ming Cult's long sword finally came out of the sheath. The wind and sand around the martial arts field were everywhere, as if the surrounding space was torn apart by the internal force of the two. The Ming Cult rushed forward, and the tip of the sword in his hand shook, as if the stars in the sky were dotted, rushing into Han Kuo's long fist.

The heroes of the Central Plains cheered loudly for this move. This move, the Heavenly Girl Sanhua Ming Sect had used before, and could transform into eighty-one swords. However, after carrying internal energy, it was so gorgeous.

Thunder sounded in the martial arts field, and the sword flowers and lotus petals hit each other one by one, and the sound of golden spears sounded.

One sword breaks one petal!

Almost instantly, the Ming Cult took the initiative again, and Han Kuo retreated step by step without any confusion.

When the Ming Cult moves pass by eighty-one swords, a sudden change occurs on the field!

The lotus grows nine petals, and nine nine return to one! The eighty-one lotus petals instantly stack into a white lotus and float in front of Han Kuochang.

Murong Baiyun and I exclaimed almost at the same time: Be careful!

The Ming Cult did not expect Han Kuochang to have a second move, but he was unable to draw at this time. The long sword hit Bailian and it broke on the spot.

Even if an ordinary third- and fourth-grade master is infused with his internal force, his sharp edge can cut off the rocks, and the Ming Cult martial arts are also close to the first-grade level. If the long sword is broken, the power of this strike can be seen.

The Ming Cult groaned and flew backwards. Han Kuo's long attack did not diminish, and his fist brought lotus to attack.

Seeing that the Ming Cult was in danger, the true energy of the diamond crystal in the four lakes of my meridians suddenly surged. I stepped on the stone slab and rushed forward like an arrow.

In the air, the drop of red blood beads produced in my body merged with the true energy, like a volcano erupting, burning the meridians in my body and being in unbearable pain, but it also seemed to have infinite power. Before Han Kuochang, he stood in front of the Ming Cult, and did not adjust. He held his palms flat and held Han Kuochang's shocking punch.

The power of the Spirit-Devouring Pearl and the Aura of the God-Shocking Array exploded with all its strength under the traction of the qi in my body.

Time seems to stop, and the world is far away from you. There is no destruction, no roar, and the world is silent.

The fist carries internal force, as if the force of Mount Tai presses the top, suppressing me so hard that it feels extremely uncomfortable.

In the stalemate between the two, Han Kuochang looked solemn, but he was not weak at all to stimulate his internal force. But I knew the pain in my heart. Ling

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Although the crystal true qi and the power of the spirit-devouring bead have great power, I have not mastered the control tips yet.

Forced to activate the true power, I felt the vitality in my body slowly passing away. That night on the stone platform, Ji Junbi also said that this method of activate the internal power is like drinking poison to quench thirst, but at this moment, how can I care about so much? If I take a step back, the Ming Cult will bear this full-strength blow behind me.

I was devoured by thousands of ants, in great pain. I forced myself to grit my teeth and prevent the lotus from moving forward half an inch. The move competition turned into an internal force competition. I knew that a long time would lead to a loss of life, and the Ming Cult behind me would be seriously injured even if I didn't die.

Never! Even if I die in this body, I will never be able to do so!

Thinking of this, I roared, my eyes turned red with blood. The Spirit-Devouring Beads swallowed my life span, and four diamond crystals exploded in my body and poured into my palm.

Lotus flowers fall in between your fingers. One, two, three!

Han Kuochang retreated more than ten feet before he stabilized his body.

My eyes were blurred, and I spit out a mouthful of blood, and my knees were all under the stone slab.

Han Kuo was rubbing the corner of his mouth with his wide sleeves, but I saw him spitting out a mouthful of blood in secret.

Han Kuochang laughed. It turned out that he was a hero and a young man. I didn’t expect that you would have such a powerful internal force at a young age.

My body was empty, and Teak came up quickly and fed me a pill, but I couldn't swallow it and vomited it out in mixed blood.

Teak said it was a waste of Tianzhen! If you vomit blood, you will know that vomiting blood. If you vomit again, you will get anemia!

Liu Qingfeng also came up and supported me with Teak, found a flat ground, and cross-legged to heal my injuries.

Damn, you're so useless to buy new shoes. Liu Qingfeng said.

I glanced at Mingjiao, and she was full of concern. She was about to come over, but was stopped by Murong Baiyun and asked the old worshipper to take her away.

Han Kuo long said, how about this game not be considered a draw?

Murong Baiyun said: So what should I count?

Han Kuochang smiled and said, "I will take back the "twenty-one items", but there is a condition.

-----This is called "No Money"-----

The author's words: Sangui has always been not good at writing fighting, one chapter of two thousand words, but for the sake of the Ming Cult, Sangui has also tried his best. Later, he wrote less fighting and mainly narrative. Sangui is anemia, so I hope you all will vote for some red votes to replenish your blood!

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