Sikong Longxiang's face had turned extremely blue at this time. He never expected that his attack would not cause any damage to Zheng Ming.

He felt that this was impossible, but Zheng Ming was really standing proudly in front of him, looking at Zheng Ming, who was not at all injured, a trace of madness appeared in Sikong Longxiang's eyes.

"Take another move!" As soon as Sikong Dragon Elephant's voice fell, four dragon claws appeared in the void.

These four dragon claws are three virtual and one real, and when they are swung, they give people a feeling of overwhelmingness.

Zheng Ming had the magic magic in his body, and his response to the surroundings was not comparable to that of ordinary people. At this moment, he had a sneer in his heart at this perfect move of Sikong Longxiang.

Although this move actually looks very strong, in terms of power, it does not increase at all compared to the previous move.

If you insist on saying anything different, it is that this move has more phantoms and is more deceptive.

If a person who faces this move is captured by the momentum of this move, or if he has no time to distinguish the reality of the four dragon claws, he will easily be taken advantage of by this move.

For Zheng Ming, the easiest way is to keep it steady, activate the golden bell cover, and let this blow hit him.

Although this move is the safest, Zheng Ming was not going to do this. Not only because he came here this time, he wanted to beat Sikong Longxiang hard, and wanted to exchange it for more reputation, but also because of the attack just now, Zheng Ming was not feeling well.

Although it seemed that the golden bell cover had not been damaged at all, the blood and energy in Zheng Ming's body also churned.

The claw power of Sikong Dragon Elephant even penetrated Zheng Ming's body, causing a hot feeling to arise between Zheng Ming's meridians.

As a fifth-grade martial art, there are few flaws in the Qinglong Nine Styles, but this does not mean that there are no flaws in the Qinglong Nine Styles.

What's more, Sikong Dragon Elephant and Qinglong Nine Styles have only practiced to the level of small success. Although there are so many auras in actual combat, there are actually many flaws.

Sikong Longxiang himself also knows these flaws, and many people who are facing Sikong Longxiang can also find them, but although these people can find them, they are difficult to grasp these flaws.

If there is no flaw caught, it cannot be called a flaw.

However, his opponent this time was Zheng Ming. Not only could he accurately grasp his flaws, but he could also use his flaws at the best time.

Just when these four dragon claws seemed the most ferocious, Zheng Ming suddenly stepped forward, and seemed to have thrown himself into the dragon claws.

Just when his figure was about to be submerged by the dragon shadow, Zheng Ming suddenly swung his fist and hit it straight out. This punch was just the most common punch in the world, but with the swing of this punch, Sikong Longxiang felt extremely uncomfortable.

It was like a person who had been thirsty for a long time, picking up a bowl and asking for water. But just after taking a sip, he found that there was half a bowl of sand in the bowl of water.

Feeling uncomfortable, this is quite uncomfortable.

Thinking of the fact that Zheng Ming was not hurt at all when he first attacked, Sikong Longxiang immediately put away the idea of ​​losing both sides.

He quickly retreated, and the move that originally implied his large amount of internal energy was immediately destroyed. However, this was not the most important thing. The most important thing was that Zheng Ming hit him again and punched thirteen consecutive punches.

The fist is like a rock. It is extremely powerful.

If you want to say that Zheng Ming's Stone Fist is close to the realm of Dacheng, it looks very pleasing to the eye, but the masters of Dongsong Academy frowned.

This level of boxing technique has also been taken out. Can you be more careful when dealing with Sikong Longxiang?

In fact, they didn't know that Zheng Ming's fist skills were really pitifully rare. The level of swinging of the rock fist was already one of the advanced fist skills that Zheng Ming mastered.

The two people had already fought for more than twenty rounds between the ups and downs, and Sikong Longxiang became more and more angry. The mystery of his Nine-Shaped Blue Dragon Strength is that he is so powerful that he is many times stronger than the Rock Fist.

Unfortunately, facing the strange rock fist, although he fought desperately, he became more and more frustrated. Not only could he not break Zheng Ming's defense, but more importantly, every punch of Zheng Ming hit his own flaws.

"Zheng Ming, you forced me!" Sikong Long Elephant roared, and a purple sword appeared in his hand.

The sixth-grade lower-grade treasure blade is three feet and six inches long, and the whole body is purple, and the sword is swung to produce frost!

This is the Great Jin Dynasty, the Nine Divine Swords of the Royal Family, and the sixth-ranked Zi Shuang!

At this moment, this precious blade that cuts gold and jade was held in the hands of Sikong Long Elephant. The rolling cold light, under the urging of Sikong Long Elephant, felt like he was swallowing the world.

"It turned out to be the Zifrost Sword. I didn't expect that Sikong Longxiang would actually hold the Zifrost Sword at such a young age!" Yu Wen Deji sighed in his voice.

The old man in green robe standing beside Yuwen De snorted, and said with a hint of coldness in his eyes: "The foundation of the royal family is not something that ordinary people can guess. Relying on some of his skills to provoke the royal family is seeking death."

"What Brother Sikong said is really right. Zheng Ming was arrogant because he practiced some skills and should have learned a lesson."

Yuwen Deji said this and said quietly: "If the dragon and elephant can kill him at this time, it will take a lot of effort."

The old man in green robe did not say anything, but the trace of greed flashed in his eyes could not hide it.

Compared with Yu Wen De and such knowledgeable figures, the students of Dongsong Academy looked at the purple frost sword in the hands of Sikong Longxiang with an envious look.

Although they are all from good backgrounds, only half of the people with treasure blades, and most of them are just nine-grade treasure blades.

Even Yuwen Zongheng, who was trained by Yuwen family, had only a seventh-grade treasure blade at this time.

For most people, the sixth-grade treasure blade is a legendary thing. Many students from Dongsong Academy have never seen the sixth-grade treasure blade.

"Check my sword!" As Sikong Longxiang spoke, he waved the purple frost sword in his hand, and the purple sword light suddenly rose seven feet, and in the void, he was like a rising purple dragon, slashing towards Zheng Ming directly.

This sword is extremely powerful, giving people a sense of rising dragons and a rainbow of momentum. Although people ten feet away can feel the cold air emitted from the Zishuang Sword.

The sixth-grade treasure blade can have its own attributes and when used, it will not be as simple as one plus one equals two.

Faced with the sword force that almost enveloped his radius of three feet, a trace of cold light appeared in Zheng Ming's eyes. The stern sword light gave him a feeling that he would never be able to resist the sword light.

Although the golden bell cover is quite powerful, it is absolutely impossible to block it under the sword light. So facing this sword that quickly rolled towards him, the consciousness formed by Zheng Ming's Daoxin-Seeding Demonic Technique instantly enveloped the world around him.

He sensed that although Sikong Longxiang's sword was fierce, it was not without flaws, but this flaw was completely concealed under the sword light that was more than seven feet long.

Retreat, at this moment, I can only retreat.

Without any hesitation, Zheng Ming suddenly soared into the air and retreated nine steps backwards. However, although Zheng Ming retreated quickly, the originally seven-foot sword light in the hands of Sikong Long Elephant increased by two feet in an instant.

The nine-foot sword light quickly passed through Zheng Ming's body.

Under this sword, a large piece of Zheng Ming's clothes were cut off.

Facing the cut off clothes, Zheng Ming's expression became more and more serious. Although the sword of Sikong Longxiang had already been resolved by himself, his golden bell cover was still cut by the sword light.

The sixth-grade treasure blade already has such power. If there is a treasure blade with a higher level, wouldn’t it be even more dangerous for me?

A hint of joy flashed in Sikong Longxiang's eyes, which could cut through Zheng Ming's body protection technique. Then, the next step to deal with Zheng Ming will be natural.

The Sikong Dragon Elephant, who was not negligent at all, slashed the purple frost sword in her hand again, like the frost in the sky, rolled towards Zheng Ming again.

This time, Sikong Longxiang took action more ruthlessly and more decisively.

Faced with the attack that almost blocked all the retreat around him, Zheng Ming's expression moved, and the green lightning sword was like a green rainbow, swinging out of Zheng Ming's hand.

This sword pierced into the air, and this sword was like lightning and rainbow. This sword seemed to have no changes, but it gave people the feeling that it contained infinite space for changes.

Facing this sword pointing directly at his flaw, Sikong Longxiang's eyes were filled with endless solemnity.

He just felt that no matter how he blocked it, he could not stop the whereabouts of the sword. Moreover, he had no idea where this sword would fall.

This seems to be an ordinary sword, but this is even more a sword that pursues the soul and attracts the soul.

Although Sikong Long's elephant sword heart was firm, he still felt a sense of collapse at this time because he didn't know how to resist.

When Sikong Long Elephant was a little crazy, waving the long sword in her hand like a madman, the sword had already ended.

The extremely gorgeous sword light turned into a blue sword shadow, pointing directly to the neck of Sikong Longxiang.

Sikong Longxiang widened his eyes. He was unwilling to admit that all this was true, but the cold light shining from the green light sword was telling everyone that it was true.

"Sikong Dragon Elephant is just that!" Zheng Ming glanced around and said coldly: "You wait, how dare you take my sword!"

Yuwen Zongheng clenched his fists tightly. When Zheng Ming said this, he could feel that many people's eyes were looking at him for a moment.

Obviously, all the disciples of Dongsong Academy hope that Yuwen Zongheng can use practical actions to fight back against Zheng Ming's words just now.

However, he knew his own affairs. Although Yuwen Zongheng felt that he was not inferior to Sikong Longxiang in many things, he knew better that he could not take on the extremely gorgeous sword.

Taking action is also a word of loss. (To be continued.)
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