Ren Yongchang was now forced to look embarrassed by the opponent's sword light. If they had really started fighting, their sword skills should be equal, and they should not have revealed their defeat so quickly.

Although the opponent's moves and martial arts are very exquisite, he has experienced more fighting and more practical experience. His internal strength is stronger than the opponent. However, he was injured a few days ago and his vitality has not recovered.

Although he has a lot of courage at this moment, he is three points weak when fighting.

Blood bravery can prevent him from falling behind for a while, but as he fought for thirty or forty rounds, his strength gradually became less and more embarrassing. He only relied on his past experience in countering moves. The faster the sword light, he was tired of dealing with it and almost didn't have time to think.

When he almost thought his life was gone, a voice suddenly came from his ear.

Others seemed to say it casually, but there was a sense of deafening in Ren Yongchang's ears, as if the golden bell rang, and it rang completely in his heart. Without time to think about it, he instinctively took action according to the moves he said.

His wrist was shaken and his sword slashed down from the front. At this moment, Lu Wenxuan's sword technique seemed to be cold plums, with cold lights dotted, covering Ren Yongchang's acupoints.

Originally, he planned to use a little entanglement to consume his physical strength, so he immediately used the killer.

Unexpectedly, this sword suddenly ignored the enemy and used the method of dying together. Accompanied by the sharp roar, a thick single-edged knife slashed at his forehead.

Ren Yongchang fought for a long time, and his aura was above Lu Wenxuan. Lu Wenxuan was immediately intimidated. He subconsciously retreated and used a purely practiced body technique. He retreated with the sword in his hand while retreating backwards, attacking the opponent's shoulder acupoint.

However, Ren Yongchang had already followed a move to lift the willows and his body was slanted like a slanted bank. He just avoided the vicious sword. The sword in his hand slashed away. In an instant, more than a dozen swords were cut. Lu Wenxuan's sword in his hand attacked the enemy and returned to the defense area slowed down for a moment. He did not check for a moment, and the sword in his hand had been knocked away.

The thick slashing knife fell to him. Ren Yongchang was ready to stop. A man with a seventh grade Qi Ji suddenly took a step forward and slapped the cloth bag on his waist. The Qimen weapon pierced the bag and flew out, knocking the weapon in Ren Yongchang backwards.

At the same time, the man pulled Lu Wenxuan backward, caught the Qimen weapon that looked like a hoe with one hand, caught the sword with the other hand, rubbed his body and said:

"Your martial arts skills are not good, so I'll change it to a master to ask this adult's martial arts skills."

“Go down.”

Lu Wenxuan staggered and stood still, avoiding the knife in the waist.

The middle-aged man had raised his hands, each showing his strange tricks, attacking Ren Yongchang, and said, "I'm here to learn about your martial arts."

Ren Yongchang was both shocked and angry, and said:

"Your martial arts skills are several times higher than me, how can you fight?"

"But you still have shame?!"

The man said with a silence:

"Your Excellency is too humble."

"Please give me advice."

After saying that, the two soldiers in their hands were intertwined and attacked directly. The speed was so fast that Ren Yongchang could hardly react. At this moment, another voice came from his ears, saying:

"Take three steps back, twist your body and knock on the mountain and shake the tiger."

Ren Yongchang felt relieved and took three steps without hesitation. He twisted his body and cut his body. The knife in his hand cut through the cold light, and a stream of light seemed to be like the middle-aged man opposite, and the left-handed sword pierced several large acupoints at the heart of his shoulders, and the right-handed hoe used to use clumsy power to hit his waist.

He never expected that Ren Yongchang could use this strange move suddenly. Not only did he avoid his two-hand attack, the arc of light fell from the middle of the two weapons and directly slashed towards his carotid artery.

This sword was fierce and dangerous. If you were beaten, no matter how deep the internal strength was, you would have to suffer minor injuries. Your heart trembled and you quickly changed your moves.

"The golden dragon comes out of the cave."

Ren Yongchang's ears sounded again, and then he stepped forward without hesitation. The knife in his hand used internal force, snatched and stabbed it. The blade reached the top and avoided the opponent's weapons in seconds, and still pointed directly at the middle-aged man's throat.

After these two moves, Ren Yongchang had no hesitation at what Wang Anfeng said. He only heard the sound and took action. His reaction was far inferior to the seventh-grade warrior from the previous sect. He now saved time to think and only took action, but he could force him to retreat continuously.

The latter is used by martial arts in the Tianqing Sect.

The old man Tianqing was born in a Taoist branch. All the martial arts he practiced were exquisite and elegant, and looked complex and wise. However, because Ren Yongchang was an Anxie, Wang Anfeng had to use the moves in the basic swordsman routines to guide him. This was a swordsman practiced by martial artists from all over the surrounding countries, which was ancient and simple.

The people around were also conscious. When they saw Ren Yongchang's wounded body, he used the most ordinary moves to restrain his extremely skilled martial arts, he was shocked and lost.

They naturally knew that ordinary iron guards would not have such a vision anyway. They focused on the lazy young man in the room and whispered, saying that they would have different opinions about the new neighbors who seemed to be poor in their bodies.

Pu Yongyan was stunned. Ren Yongchang was his subordinate. He was just an ordinary herdsman back then. He taught his sword skills himself. He could say he knew clearly how good his martial arts were.

But at this time, the sword in the yard was fierce and fierce, almost fighting for life, but it was extremely accurate. It almost achieved the fierce and domineering momentum in the sword technique, and its moves were cruel. With its cultivation level near the eighth grade, it actually beat the seventh grade sect warriors on the opposite side to almost no fight back.

Is this still the kind of honest guy?!

Pu Yongyan is only seventh grade. He is so far away that he cannot grasp the situation in the yard, but the middle-aged man in front of him is different. His aura is as strong as a sea of ​​Sichuan and he has fully grasped the situation in the yard.

His expression was free and calm from the beginning, and it gradually became hesitant and vibrated. He looked up from a distance and saw the person in the room wearing white clothes, with a lazy expression, just fiddling with chess pieces, holding a small beast in his arms, as if he was in a bad state and occasionally coughing.

It seems that he is just a sick young man, but he can speak casually but he will be able to say it.

A third-rate swordsman, who has learned the basic swordsmanship, was able to practice the three flavors of swordsmanship.

Such a vision is already extraordinary. Even if he ends up in person, he will never be able to do this. The desire to recruit him in his heart becomes more and more intense.

At this time, the situation in the courtyard changed again.

Just when the middle-aged man in the Tianqing Sect was forced to admit defeat, an old voice suddenly spoke:

"The third move of the right hand flying dragon, the left hand transfers to the hanging river."

The middle-aged man looked slightly stunned, and then the two weapons in his hands changed, becoming more and more harmonious, one by one, and one by one, he immediately took away some weapons from Ren Yongchang's hand. Wang Anfeng picked up a chess piece in his hand and fell it casually, saying lightly:

"Take one step left and get straight to the point."

Ren Yongchang acted according to his words, flipped his sword skills and turned the danger into safety. The old man in the sedan chair spoke again to his disciples, and the surroundings were all quiet. He knew in his heart that at this moment, Ren Yongchang and the other two were fighting, but in fact, the ones who really competed the moves were the old man hidden in the sedan chair and the sick young man who was free to beat the chess piece.

The two of them in the yard fought dozens of moves in a blink of an eye, and it was gradually dangerous and seemed to be in a draw. However, those who know a little bit of martial arts know that it is extremely obvious to be able to deal with the thirty-six basic sword techniques and thirty-six styles of martial arts among several sets of sects.

What's more, the ninth grade peak is to deal with the seventh grade, and the lower one is to defeat the upper one.

The beautiful maid in front of the sedan chair felt a faint chill in the sedan chair. She knew that she was angry, and she became more anxious and even a little scared. She gritted her teeth and suddenly shouted in her mouth:

"Wang An, how long do you have to let me wait?"

"Can you not even get a mere ninth grade for a seventh grade?!"

Wang An suddenly realized in his heart and woke up from the dangerous atmosphere of fighting moves. He shouted angrily, and the weapon in his hand blocked the tiger-headed knife in front of him, circulated his body, and had been practicing hard for more than 30 years to burst into time, shattering the blade with a sound of the knife.

The internal energy surging, cutting out many cracks on the ground. Because he was angry, he also shattered the surrounding brick-walled houses and a cold plum tree, and the courtyard was in chaos for a moment.

Everyone around couldn't help but shook their heads and sighed. After a lot of battle, they finally used their internal force to force the winner and lose, and they couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

A smile appeared on the guest of the Second Prince in front of Pu Yongyan.

He used his qi to sense it several times. The young man said he had a good eye, but he really didn't have any qi. Even if he knew martial arts, he was just a little trick and he was at a loss.

Now the only person who stood out for him was defeated, and because of the matter just now, it must have annoyed Tian Qingzi. He just waited to see Tian Qingzi and others take action to humiliate him, and then take action. At this point, he felt that everything was in his control and became more and more calm.

At this moment, Ren Yongchang, who seemed to have no choice in the courtyard, suddenly took a step forward, and his hand broke and his knife raised. Wang An had just burst out of his internal energy, and he had the intention to establish his authority, but he did not leave any backup plan. At this moment, the old power had gone and the new power had not yet emerged, and the speed of avoiding slowed down.

But when the cold light flashed, the broken knife had stabbed steadily on his throat. He could cut his throat with just one more force. The seventh-grade warrior was cut off his throat. It was damn or dead, and it was no different from the people without martial arts.

Wang An's body suddenly stiffened, and the smiles on the faces of the Tianqing Sect had not yet appeared, and then disappeared. The disciple who was watching from a distance, who was planning to establish his power, had a slight trembling palm.

It seemed that the situation that was already under control had slipped and was in an uncontrollable direction.

I looked up and saw the young man in the room throwing down the chess piece, spinning on the chessboard, then got up lazily, putting his hands in his sleeves, holding the stove, and walking out slowly, saying:

"It seems that the outcome has been decided."

"It is indeed even better to have everlasting martial arts. Do you have anything else to say? If not, please leave as promised."

"I, a scholar who is powerless, are all famous sect masters in the world. I think I will not be untrustworthy?"

This is said lightly and gentle and politely, but since it is a famous sect in the world, and the head of the sect personally guided his disciples to compete, he actually lost to a poor scholar who has no power. It is naturally ridiculous to everyone's ears.

The people in the Tianqing Sect changed their expressions. Several disciples could not help but draw their swords. They wanted to teach the poor scholar in front of them a lesson. For a moment, the sound of roaring in the courtyard continued to increase the chill.

And at this moment, a long roar suddenly came from far away and curled like smoke.

Immediately, a figure shot like an arrow, came quickly, crossing dozens of feet. Suddenly, the ding-dang sounds were heard constantly, and the weapons were broken and inserted into the ground. Everyone was shocked. The old man in the sedan chair snorted coldly, and only then did he find that there was one more person in the yard.

He was about thirty years old, with a pair of phoenix eyes and a few long beards, and his power was not revealed. He was holding a long sword with a hundred forgings in his right hand, and he used his strength at will, and he squeezed it into pieces at the right time, and said with a smile:

“It’s lively, so lively.”

"So many people gather here, but is there any fun and good look?"

Everyone was shocked by his posture and did not dare to say much. Ren Yongchang recognized the person and hurriedly saluted. The man smiled and nodded at him, saying good, which made Ren Yongchang extremely excited and could not speak. The former seemed to have discovered that the Tianqing Sect was here. He raised his hand and slapped his forehead and said with a smile:

"Who am I? Such a great power and pomp, it turns out that you are from the Tianqing Sect, the young heroes, but I don't know that Brother Tianqingzi is here too?"

There was a silence in the sedan chair, and then an old laughter came from him, saying:

"I tell you who it is? It turns out that he is the famous Jin Yu Mantang Lord Jin."

"It seems that sir is going to make a comeback?"

Jin Gaochi smiled and said nothing, but raised his right hand slightly, and his fingertips showed a slightly golden and jade-like look. It was obviously an extremely difficult method. Tian Qingzi snorted coldly and said, "The hall is full of gold and jade, so majestic."

Jin Gaochi lowered his right hand and said softly:

"Brother Tian Qingzi, this is a royal city after all."

He stopped at this point and said no more. He believed that with Tian Qingzi's temperament, he could hear what he meant. He looked calm, but in fact he felt a little bitter in his heart.

He originally planned to wait until Tian Qingzi had already established his authority to vent his power before he could come out to solve the problem. In this way, he could not only show kindness to the Qin people, but he didn't have to lose Tian Qingzi's face. But who knew that the iron guard actually beat Tian Qingzi's disciples with guidance.

In front of everyone, although Tian Qingzi was vengeful by nature, he was a person who kept his promises. At least he would not make things difficult for this person today. However, he had no reason to take action, and it was even more difficult to show kindness to the Qin people, so he had no choice but to come out.

But Jin Gaochi knew in his heart that if this is the case, Tian Qingzi's resentment must be attributed to himself. Although he is not afraid of him, it is also a trouble.

The man in the sedan was silent for a while and sneered:
To be continued...