Zhuo Jinqiu asked the earth, "But do you know that it is not my opponent?"
Ke Yunling’s face was slightly hesitant, and he finally bit and insulted and answered "Yes".
At this time, all the stations snickered. Zhuo Jinqiu was natural and graceful. He said, "Well, don’t worry, I’ll let you go as much as possible!"
Ke Yunling was overjoyed and thanked him. "Thank you, Brother Zhuo, for your kindness …" So on saying this, it seemed as if he was doomed. This time, he made an uncontrollable laugh.
Ke Yunling blushed again.
ZhuoJinQiu sword door waved a way "come on … you should have a nickname called’ niche shy’ so stage fright"
Guest Yunling was so embarrassed that when he drew his sword, the scabbard almost fell to the ground. When he copied it, he grabbed everyone to smile, only to see that guest Yunling had such agile skills that he could not help but turn into a cheer. Good people were more eager to see that the weak could win over the strong and deliberately clamored, "Fight! Kill him! "
"Don’t be afraid of his shyness!"
"It’s too arrogant to cut your face. The Qingcheng Sect will get that hairy brother out of here!"
This burst of noise made "rather critical" Zhuo Jinqiu’s face flash across and his face was blue and white.
Ke Yunling holds the sword and bows the tip of the sword to the ground. It is the younger generation in the Jianghu who pay homage to their predecessors. Zhuo Jinqiu’s head is slightly raised and "whistling" draws two swords, and the chest door is greatly closed without replying.
Ke Yunling is shy and straightforward. "Please ask Brother Zhuo for advice."
Zhuo Jinqiu sneered, "You got it."
Ke Yunling brushed the sword and stabbed it. It was the word "straight" of the Qingcheng School’s swordsmanship. This sword was fast and agile. The carelessness of Zhuo Jinqiu was not prevented. He was taken aback and busy leading the sword to let the other side’s blade pass, but the clothes were cut.
Taiwan all crashing "good! See the real chapter with a sword! " "Another sword!" "Kill him!" "Let Xiao know that Qingcheng swordsmanship is no worse than Wudang swordsmanship!"
It’s really inspiring for Ke Yunling that everyone is so clamoring, but it has moved Zhuo Jinqiu’s heart.
Zhuo Jinqiu’s eyes showed a sharp look. The sword awn showed a left sword and a right swordsman Yunling’s swordsmanship was not weak, and it was also left to block a sword and right to seal a sword. Unexpectedly, the two swords were busy and struggling to block the sword, and the sword had become one or six swords, so a sword connected with a swordsman Yunling was poor in coping with Zhuo Jinqiu’s "endless" Wudang swordsmanship, and it was also played accurately and incisively.
Although Yunling, a dozen recruits, did his best, but he showed all his swordsmanship in Qingcheng Mountain. Zhuo Jinqiu couldn’t stand the word "sticky" suddenly and stuck his sword to Yunling’s body.
With a wave of his hand, Ke Yunling did not move the blade but was driven by Zhuo Jinqiu.
This is the essence of Wudang swordsmanship.
Zhuojinqiu spread his sword and wanted to borrow the other side’s spare capacity to fight against each other, but suddenly he felt a strange force.
This strange strength almost swallowed up his sword strength, making his strength like a mud cow into the sea. The other party actually borrowed his strength to fight back at himself!
-Don’t "straight" tactic called qingcheng jianfa has created a "circle" to kill?
Zhuo Jinqiu’s surprise is serious. A guest Yunling’s tip has stung Zhuo Jinqiu’s shoulder.
Ke Yunling’s swordsmanship is not as immature as others. He should accept it. Zhuo Jinqiu feels guilty for hurting him and accepts Kendo’s "acceptance".
Zhuo Jinqiu blushed at this moment.
-Wudang swordsmanship can’t be defeated by just Qingcheng Mountain swordsmanship!
Just as Ke Yunling retreated instantly, Zhuo Jinqiu drank a huge drink to cover up Ke Yunling’s humble language …
A faint white light reflects the flame and passes in a flash.
Ke Yunling whined miserably, caressed his chest, covered his back, and blood gushed out. He screamed "You …"
When the torch shone on Ke Yunling’s face, it was even more blood-spattered. Ke Yunling waddled a few steps ago and cracked his finger at Zhuo Jinqiu and said, "You!"
Zhuo Jinqiu calmly scolded, "You want to die!"
Another sword was stabbed steeply. At this time, one person jumped up like a giant owl and blocked the two people. They turned around and clapped their hands. They clamped Zhuo Jinqiu’s sword and shouted, "Keep the rules of the ring!"
It is the host, Mr Zhuge.
"Bang" at this moment Yunling has fallen to the ground and died.
Mr. Zhuge roared because he got a close look at the score. "The outcome has been divided, and you are so harmful!"
At this moment, a figure was floating, and it was the old man Dayong. "This competition didn’t stipulate that you should lose first, but it was obvious to all." The old man Dashui smiled and added, "Zhuo’s hand is not too heavy, but how can you grasp the master’s fight in the field?" Old Dayong smiled deeply. "Even Mr. Tai may not be able to do it, right?"
Mr Zhuge’s face changed. He is both the host of the challenge and the official commission, but it’s inconvenient for Wudang brothers to take the opportunity to cheer, lest others take the opportunity to boo you Shaolin.
At this time, I suddenly heard a faint tunnel; "It’s nothing if he wins this game … it’s just that he died later."
At that time, there was silence. Even Shaolin people would never dare to stand up and publicly insult wu-tang clan’s master.
Zhuo Jinqiu blushed and asked angrily, "What did you say!"
See a person west first a wick torch flames reflected face yellow miserably can’t see clearly the appearance of this person cold tunnel
"I said," he literally said, "I want Taiwan." He literally said, "Taiwan killed you."
"Wudang has declined" stands on a flagpole and looks up at the flag of hunting Feiyang nationality. An old beggar with a hundred knots in his dove and clothes sighs "Shaolin is also".
However, a dozen disciples around him were absorbed in staring at the fighting scene in the ring and couldn’t afford to sigh with emotion at all.
There are also a dozen beggars walking back and forth. From time to time, they ran over and walked over. When the old beggar greeted them, they all shook their heads and stood their hands. The old beggar wondered "strange" in his heart.
"… even if Xiao Qiushui doesn’t come to the wind and hell, he should come back …"
He was thinking about it, and then he was absorbed by the sudden change.
Seeing a man step out of the darkness, he jumped up and swept to the brightest place of the fire. At this moment, the fire flashed and reflected that the face was surprisingly soft, handsome and natural and unrestrained …
But it give people a gloomy feeling.