The moment the two swords connected, he suddenly saw Pang Zijian's left arm flying up, the sword in his palm was as fast as a meteor from the sky, and he was full of gang energy and struck out fiercely. The edge of his palm was aimed at Huangfu Yingyang's ribs. The attack was extremely fierce and vicious, so he made up his mind to kill him. Severely injured on the spot.
When Yu Miaohe and Zhan Meiling saw this, they couldn't help but exclaimed in unison: "Pangu Ax!"
Qi Wen Jue, Pangu Ax, suddenly launched an attack under the cover of sword moves, trying to defeat the enemy with one move, and finally turned defeat into victory.
Unexpectedly, Huangfu Yingyang seemed to be on guard for a long time. Suddenly, his eyebrows twitched and he stabbed out with his parallel fingers of his left hand.
This time, Pang Zijian's middle finger on his left wrist was struck by a sharp pain, and the attack of "Pangu Ax" collapsed.
Almost at the same time, a huge force came from Huangfu Yingyang's sword finger. Pang Zijian couldn't hold the stake and staggered back. At the same time, Huangfu Yingyang laughed loudly and said: "This time there is a name, called Li Quan's Panlong Spear defeated Jinque's mountain axe, are you convinced?"
Pang Zijian's energy and blood surged wildly at this moment, and even though there was a lot of anger in his heart, he finally couldn't say anything back. Although he tried his best to steady his body, he still hit the screen.
Seeing that Pang Zijian was inevitably showing off his good looks, an ocher shadow suddenly shot out from the inner hall. He held his body flat with one hand, took the long sword in his palm with the other hand, and then pulled out a bright sword flower, three feet green. The sharp edge pierced Huangfu Yingyang's chest.
Huangfu Yingyang was taken aback, and he quickly raised his sword to meet him. He heard a sharp cry, and it turned out that he bowed three points of his strength and took half a step back involuntarily.
Zhe Ying didn't even hesitate. The sword moves were like flowing clouds and flowing water, unfolding in layers. The bright sword light was dazzling, completely covering Huangfu Yingyang.
Pang Zijian held the figure, fixed his eyes and his face suddenly lit up with joy, and shouted loudly: "Uncle Tong, be careful, this person is very difficult to deal with!"
The shadow of Daqing is none other than Tong Shangzhi. He has a sword in his hand, and he also uses the eight-pole magical power Fei Chen Jue. His calm demeanor is completely different from the mundane world, which is far beyond what Pang Zijian can match.
If Pang Zijian was just forced to live with the light, Tong Shangzhi took the initiative to lead the light and chase the dust. This is the brilliant state of attacking the enemy and saving the enemy.
Huangfu Yingyang suddenly had a confrontation with a master like Tong Shangzhi. It was hard to adapt for a moment, and he was forced to retreat again and again, without any ability to fight back.
In terms of his true ability, Huangfu Yingyang was not afraid of Tong Shangzhi, but he suffered a strange injury and it was really difficult for him to exert his full strength. In desperation, he shouted: "Brother Tong, you are so aggressive, do you really want me to use my special move? "
Tong Shangzhilang smiled and said: "We haven't seen each other for many years, and I am about to compete with the young master. I want to show off my unique skills."
Huangfu Yingyang reluctantly parried and said stiffly: "This giant's new trick is to compete for treasures at the sea market event. If it is revealed at this time, wouldn't it be very bad?"
Tong Shangzhi couldn't help but smile and said: "In that case, I would like to ask the young master to step aside temporarily. When you have no worries, the two of us will have a showdown again."
Huangfu Yingyang searched hard for the opponent's flaw, but could not find it. He frowned and snorted: "It is absolutely impossible to retreat. Today, I have to intervene!"
Tong Shangzhi was surprised, stared at Huangfu Yingyang and said: "This is an internal matter of our sect, why should the young master be too concerned about it?"
Huangfu Yingyang rolled his eyes and said confidently: "This giant once helped Brother Mu escape, so he can be regarded as his accomplice. Don't you want to deal with it together?"
As soon as these words came out, Mu Yun and Yu Miaohe Gu secretly held their foreheads, and Tong Shangzhi was even more dumbfounded. At that moment, his sword eyebrows were raised and he said: "It turns out that the young master is here to receive punishment, but in this case, why are you so arrogant and domineering to this sect?" Are the disciples fighting?"
Huangfu Yingyang had already been forced back to the building by Tong Shangzhi. Knowing that it would be more embarrassing to continue fighting, he simply jumped out of the battle group with a feint, then waved his hands and said: "Wait a minute, this giant just lost his sense of proportion in a moment of impatience, so he simply two I’ll give you one penalty at a time, and I’ll ask you, the head master, to decide together.”
Tong Shangzhi had no choice but to withdraw his sword and withdraw, and then said calmly: "Uncle Master has already understood what the young master has done before, but he has not summoned you to come with him, so please wait patiently and don't act too hastily."
At this time, Yu Miaohe and others came closer. Mu Yun solemnly clasped his fists in greeting and said, "Brother Huangfu's kindness is deeply appreciated by me. But since the other party has a tough attitude, Brother Huangfu doesn't have to do anything. I will handle everything on my own." .”
Huangfu Yingyang sighed, shook his head and said: "Brother Mu, it's not that I don't believe you, but 'coming to see me with your head raised' is not a joke after all. No matter what today, I have to be with you. , I can’t even say anything even when the King of Heaven comes.”
Mu Yun was grateful in his heart. Just as he was speechless, he suddenly heard someone say in a deep voice: "There is no need to argue. Since we have made up our mind, we can come in together."
The voice was deep and powerful, possessing an inexplicable pressure. It came from Sima Yu, the "Sword Emperor of Western Xinjiang".
After hearing this, everyone's hearts trembled at the same time. Tong Shangzhi calmed down, coughed and said: "Uncle Master, please come in."
Everyone looked at each other, and saw Huangfu Yingyang patting his chest and saying, "Very good. Don't worry, Yumeimei and Brother Mu. If the sky falls, I will be supported by this giant."
After he said that, he strode away first. Mu Yun and others did not dare to neglect, and followed closely.
After turning around the screen, there is the inner hall. At this moment, the hall door is wide open, with a bamboo curtain hanging above it, and three figures inside are vaguely visible.
Huangfu Yingyang couldn't wait to lift the curtain and enter. He happened to meet two majestic eyes. He couldn't help but feel a sudden shock in his heart. Then he clasped his fists and said in a serious voice: "Huangfu Yingyang, thank you, Master Sima, for the meeting."
He has a square face and short mustache, a prominent forehead, sword-shaped eyebrows, and a lion's mouth and an eagle nose. Although he is currently wearing casual clothes, he still exudes the dignity of an elder.
Under the condescending inspection, Sima Yu said with a sinking face: "No need to say thank you, sit down."
Huangfu Yingyang raised his eyes and walked around the field. He already had a rough idea in his mind. Apart from Sima Yu who was sitting upright in the hall, there was a mysterious figure wearing black clothes and a hood on the left, although he couldn't be seen. His expression was pale, but judging from the posture of crouching down and lowering his head, this person must have something on his mind.
On the right is a beautiful lady in her twenties with a graceful figure. She is wearing a sky-blue outfit, a black embroidered velvet cloak, and deerskin boots. She has a slender waist and a pair of skirts hanging on both sides. She holds a shakuhachi dagger, and her black and fine hair is pulled into a bun, showing dignity and elegance in spite of her neatness.
Looking further at her face, she is really beautiful and beautiful, especially those peach blossom eyes that imply tenderness. They are as clean and smooth as the lakes in the snow-covered Qinghai-Tibet region, and they are showing the joy from the heart. He Minglian is none other than the girl who is looking for beauty - "Feixue Jiaoying" Xing Zhiying.
Although Huangfu Yingyang had been alert for a long time, he still couldn't hold back his heartbeat when he saw this pretty beauty again. At the moment, he didn't know whether it was a ghost or an accident, so he obeyed the order and came to Xing Zhiying's side. He sat down unceremoniously.
