"Chang Qingyao?" A frail swordsman on the side screamed, the high-pitched voice a little abrupt in the huge attic.

"Who is Chang Qingyao? Have you heard of him?" But more immortal cultivators looked confused, and they all looked at the weak swordsman.

"I don't know who it is. Isn't this respect for the female knight?" The swordsman's handsome face turned red and he looked particularly shy, but the admiration on his face did not diminish at all.

Indeed, who wouldn’t love such a woman with a handsome appearance, a stunning figure, and a beauty like an iceberg? It’s just that this iceberg seems a little “hot”, burning like a raging fire.

Chang Qingyao didn't pay attention to the whispers of these people. She held the silk in her hand tighter, her eyebrows slightly frowned, and a trace of solemnity appeared on her fair face. For some reason, she could feel that these ribbons seemed to be untouched.

She's in control.

"Hahaha, okay, Chang Nuxia, today I, Baturu, will accept your challenge. If you defeat me, I, Batulu, will never enter the Central Plains again in this life, and I am also willing to use up all my cultivation.

, I will never mention the word cultivation again!" Batulu laughed loudly, his voice was particularly refreshing, with the rough air of a desert person.

At the same time, the conditions he set really surprised all the cultivators present. Everyone knew that for cultivators, losing all their cultivation would make life worse than death, but this man from the desert seemed

He didn't care, or rather he was sure that he wouldn't lose.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Chang Qingyao ignored the treaty made by Batulu. She jumped up from the attic on the second floor, stepped on the railings and the wall as if on the ground, jumped up to the beam, and

The silk in her hand passed through the beams. She actually wanted to use her own weight to lift Batulu, but the two of them looked very different in stature alone.

Despite his strength, Batulu did not move at all, as steady as a mountain, and the honest smile on his face looked as dazzling as mockery at this moment.

Just when everyone thought Chang Qingyao was a stupid girl with a bad brain, a shocking scene happened. Batulu had never put this weak girl in his eyes. Compared with his strength, he Batulu had a lot.

But just when he was sure of victory, a huge force suddenly grabbed his arm, causing him to be carried out by inertia without any reaction.

The huge momentum made this girl who looked less than a hundred pounds look like she weighed ten thousand tons! Batulu's body flew into the sky like a kite with its string broken.

"Huh!" The foot-wide beam actually made a brittle sound, and the straight torso was bent down by the weight of the two of them.

"Oh my god, this little girl is so heavy?" In addition to the immortal cultivators, there were also many local old people in the inn. Their eyes widened, and they never thought that Chang Qingyao's soft body could be so heavy.

, she clearly looks fragile.

Just as Batulu's feet were off the ground, Chang Qingyao flexed his left hand and bit his mouth gently, muttering something in his mouth. The ground suddenly trembled, the whole house spun, and the floor undulated violently and creaked, as if there was something there.

To break through the constraints of the ground.

Almost all of them could not stand firm, and they had to put their weapons on the ground or hold on to the pillars beside them to ensure that they would not be knocked down.

"This woman is actually at the pinnacle of the Mysterious Immortal!" Even though they were unable to walk or stand still, they already made a shocking statement. Because any Mysterious Immortal, especially such a young one, is enough to cause a sensation.

In the entire world, no one recognizes such a beautiful woman?

Fortunately, no one cared. These people just sighed and went to protect themselves in a panic.

But there is only one figure among this group of embarrassed people. He is too calm and still sitting in the same place, as if the ground under his feet has been separated from the inn. If someone can see through, they will find that the man in white is in front of him at this moment.

There was not even the slightest ripple in the clear wine in his wine flask. He just smiled and then slowly lowered his head.

Countless flying sand flew out from the cracks in the ground, and they

They gathered and roared in the air, sweeping towards Batulu in the sky. Since silk and satin can't restrain him, let's try using earth!

Chang Qingyao thought.

"Hahaha, the heroine is very good at martial arts. I thought she was just a girl from a rich family, but I didn't expect she was a master." Batulu smiled happily, his dark face was as bright as a sunflower, but he didn't feel nervous at all.

.

"It's just that you have to know that soil and yellow sand are the same, and I come from the desert. No matter where the sand is, it must obey my instructions, because I have a sword called Wind Sand!"

"Here comes the sword!" he shouted.

The dust originally controlled by Chang Qingyao suddenly burst into the air. They began to gather from the original loose sand, became more and more dense, and finally condensed into an inconspicuous earth-yellow long sword.

This sword does not have any viciousness and is not sharp. It looks like an earthen toy sword. It is not even comparable to a mahogany sword, but no one dares to look down upon it.

Because Daxia has the ten treasures of Daxia, and even the desert where few swordsmen come out also has them.

This sand sword is the magic weapon of the desert people. Some people say that this sword was made from all the hectares of yellow sand on the desert. Therefore, holding it is equivalent to holding a sea of ​​sand. At this moment, this sword is still holding

In the hands of a mysterious immortal, with a single wave of his hand, it can be as powerful as the lonely smoke in the desert.

The man in white raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he had a certain temper towards the yellow sword. He couldn't help but reach out and press the hilt of the sword on the table, but he quickly took it back. No one noticed his small

Action. Because all eyes and attention are on heaven.

"Drink!" Batulu shouted, and he used his sword to cut off countless ribbons. These ribbons were already tight. When they broke, the two of them flew out at the same time, and Batulu landed firmly on the ground.

, the Sand Sword in his hand is surrounded by a light dust.

At the same time, the beam could no longer support it. It broke into two pieces and fell to the ground with a snap, stirring up dust and smoke in the house that was already full of dust.

"Wow! What a powerful sword." The immortal cultivators in the room sighed one after another, praising the sword in Batulu's hand, but more people's eyes were on the beautiful figure in red.

Chang Qingyao's body naturally flew out, her toes tapped the ground lightly, and her snow-white boots drew a clean straight line on the dusty ground, and then slowly stopped in front of the table on the side, where the man in white was sitting

On this table.

"It's a good sword, so your silk satin can't catch my sword." Batulu smiled slightly, "I'm here to challenge all the masters in Daxia, so how could I not make some preparations?

So, girl, if you don’t have any other weapons, I don’t think there is any need for us to fight.”

"I'll lend you my sword," Chang Qingyao glanced at the man in white next to her, then stretched out her hand to pull out the sword on the table. The scarlet blade flashed with light.

Before her delicate white hand could grasp the hilt of the sword, it bounced away. She immediately raised her eyebrows and looked at him with a confused look.

"I won't borrow it." The man in white smiled half-heartedly, staring at the girl in front of him with his eyes as bright as peach blossoms.

"Stingy." Chang Qingyao rolled her eyes at him angrily, as cold as a white lotus.

"Tsk, I don't know where this kid came from. He really doesn't know what is good or what is wrong."

"Yes, yes, the female hero is obviously trying to save face for us, but he actually doesn't even lend us his sword." Several immortal cultivators added insult to injury and looked down on the man in white.

"Xia Xia, Xia Xia, use my sword, use my sword." Although the man in white didn't want to see her, countless swordsmen still volunteered and threw their swords towards Chang Qingyao.

The heroine didn't show any pretense, she casually took a sword and gently drew a beautiful sword light in the air.

"Well, I have the sword." Batulu nodded happily as he looked at the practitioners who were united as one, "It's just that this ordinary sword may not be able to block the dust in the sky like mine."

As he spoke, he swung his sword, and the endless wild sand was like a galloping horse.

It was surging like crazy, and the sand city that came from nowhere flooded through the entire inn. All the people couldn't even keep their feet off the ground. Their bodies were flying in the air, following the tornado one after another.

Turning in circles.

Is this the power of Xuanxian? Or is it the Sand Sword? No one cares where this power comes from. They are suddenly full of fear of this man from the desert.

"Although the sword is ordinary, my sword style is unusual." Chang Qingyao was not swept up by the sandy wind, but the strong wind still blew up her hair, swaying crazily in the air, blowing away the already stunning beauty.

She made him look even more heroic.

What a hero among women. If she were my girl from the desert, I would definitely fall in love with her. It's just a pity. Batulu thought to himself, and his heart moved slightly.

"The wind makes the sound, and the sword style is like water. You are sand dust, because sand dust is light, but when sand meets water, it can no longer fly. And my sword style is just called Zhishui Sword Technique." Chang

Qingyao gave a sweet shout, and her graceful figure danced in the strong wind, flying out like a kite with its string broken.

A white light flashed from the tip of the sword, and the white light burst out, turning into stars and falling into the sky.

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather came late in autumn. A steady drizzle started to fall in the huge inn out of thin air, and the wind gradually became lighter.

Batulu's sword move was a wild one, like the waves of wild sand rolled up by a galloping horse on the grassland. But Chang Qingyao's sword was extremely elegant, like a koi carp leaping freely in the water.

Stopping with stillness, the wind stopped and the sand fell. The yellow sand on the ground was stained with the weight of water and fell to the ground, covering the inn with a thick cement floor.

People blown up by the wind fell to the ground, their bodies covered with dust and sand, and they were in a miserable state.

"Okay, okay!" They didn't bother to adjust their clothes and clapped their hands for the heroine.

"How is it? Now you have nothing to say, right?" These immortal cultivators began to mock others again.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, the swordsmanship is good, but unfortunately, the sword is not a good sword, what a pity, what a pity!" Batulu was not frustrated, but stared at the sword in Chang Qingyao's hand.

The next second, the silver iron sword shattered in the air, and crackling sword shards fell all over the ground.

Everyone looked at each other, as if they understood that they were happy too early.

Although Chang Qingyao took the sword, her sword was broken. She lost this battle.

"Since ancient times, heroes love beauties. Since the girl has been defeated, how about I take a lock of the girl's fragrant hair as a reward?" After finishing speaking, Batulu did not wait for Chang Qingyao to take action, and his body turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared in the original place.

When he reappeared, he was already behind Chang Qingyao.

The sword in his hand was gently raised, intending to chop off a strand of Chang Qingyao's long hair as promised.

"Fuck, this desert man who kills a thousand swords actually wants to take away the heroine's hair!"

Chang Qingyao did not stop him, but stood quietly, letting Batulu's sword swing towards her. She seemed to acquiesce to Batulu's rudeness and stopped struggling.

With a sound of "touch!", the khaki-colored sword was knocked down before he could even lift it up. Batulu turned around and looked behind him, only to see a figure dressed in white standing in front of him.

"Who are you?" Batulu didn't know the identity of the man in white in front of him, but he was a little surprised that he actually stopped the sword he just struck.

He lowered his head and saw the sword in the hand of the man in white. It was black and red, simple and dignified, low-key yet domineering.

"It's a good sword." Batulu suddenly praised softly, because he suddenly felt the resonance from the sand sword in his hand.

The man in white didn't even pull out his sword, but casually knocked the Sand Sword out of his hand.

"May I ask what the young hero's name is? I, Baturu, would like to compete with the young hero." He was so competitive that he suddenly forgot about his trophies and saluted the man in white with his fists raised.

"You don't need to know my name, because there is no competition between us." The man in white still smiled faintly. His smile was beautiful, as domineering as the blooming peony, the king of flowers, but he also had the charm of a clear pond.

The softness of water lilies.
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