Faced with this dark light.
Yulian City's long sleeves flew into the air, Yao Jiao changed like a dragon, and instantly caught the black light. With another flick, the black light fell to the ground. It turned out to be a poisonous long arrow, but it was nothing more than a poisonous long arrow. Crushed to pieces.
At the same time, he struck out with a palm in the air, and blasted out with a force that broke through the air, hitting the big boss hard on the back.
The big boss suddenly spit out blood, and his huge body was thrown out of the window like a rag doll. He flew far away before rolling to the ground.
After struggling on the ground for a moment, the all-powerful boss also lost his breath.
And at the moment Yulian City took this palm. Mr. Qiu Er's eyes burst out with a bright light, and he knew that his opportunity had come.
The long sword behind Qiu Er suddenly came out of its sheath. When the long sword was unfolded, the whole room lit up with the light of the sword, and it was already stabbing towards Yulian City like lightning. This sword is spicy, fast and incredibly fast. It is the essence of Mr. Qiu Er's swordsmanship.
He has always been very confident in his sword.
In the past six months, he has traveled all over the south of the Yangtze River. With a long sword in his hand, he has met seven of the top ten swordsmen in the south of the Yangtze River. No one has ever been able to pass thirty moves under his sword.
Some people even said that after the death of the third young master of the Xie family, Qiu Er could take away the plaque "The Best Sword in the World" at any time as long as he was willing.
This is of course flattering, but it undoubtedly proves his strength.
Ding!
A crisp collision sounded.
Qiu Er's sword, which he thought he would never miss, was flicked by Yu Liancheng. The entire sword light suddenly shattered, and the others were also pushed back by a strong force, staggering backwards.
There was an incredible look in his eyes.
The sword he struck with all his strength was broken by the opponent's finger.
Yu Liancheng said calmly: "With your swordsmanship, if you want to hurt me, you will have to practice hard for another hundred years. If you stop now, you can still save a life."
Qiu Er's face darkened. If he was alone, he might really be able to escape in despair.
But he also has a friend named Mao Da.
Most people in the world believe that Mr. Qiu Er's swordsmanship is more terrifying than Mao Da's, and his martial arts skills are higher than Mao Da's.
But only he himself knows how stupid and ridiculous this view is.
Only Qiu Er knew that if Mr. Mao Da wanted his life, just one move would be enough.
That's a truly fatal move.
No one could imagine the speed, power and change of that move.
He and Mao Da have been together through thick and thin for many years, and have only seen each other once.
choke!
Mr. Mao Da has indeed taken action.
It was indeed a sword as fast as lightning.
The sword energy is as cold as the eternal ice and snow on the top of a distant mountain. Without touching it at all, just by looking at it, you can already feel the biting chill, which makes your blood and bone marrow completely cold.
This sword is not only fast, but the sound of the sword is accompanied by the sound of the wind, and the power contained in it cannot be underestimated.
What's more, this seemingly simple sword contains seventy-two variations.
No matter how the opponent dodges or resists, the seventy-two changes that follow can kill him.
Qiu Er also took action at the same time.
Perhaps Mr. Mao Da's sword can't win with one blow, but with the cooperation of his sword, it can make up for all the shortcomings and loopholes, forming a move that makes the world harmonious and earth-shattering.
Someone once said that if they join forces to perform this move, no one in the world can defeat them.
Yu Liancheng's expression remained unchanged, and his pair of slender, neat hands had been stretched out, floating and guiding in the sword light.
This move may seem simple, but it is actually the ultimate skill in martial arts. It is exactly the same as turning the clouds and turning the moon.
The two sword lights, which were scissoring like blue dragons, were somehow diverted from their direction.
Only two screams were heard.
Yulian City remained motionless.
Mr. Qiu Er's body had actually flown out, with a sword wound on his chest. He groaned twice and became silent again.
Mr. Mao Da knelt on one knee and supported his body with his sword to prevent him from collapsing to the ground. On his chest, Qiu Er's sword was inserted, penetrating through the front and exiting through the back.
He gritted his teeth and suddenly pulled out the long sword from his chest. Blood flowed out like spring water, and he said in a trembling voice: "You...you..."
Yu Liancheng held his hands behind his back and said calmly: "If you want to kill someone, you must be prepared to die."
Mr. Mao Da's eyes were bulging with anger, as if he wanted to spit out fire, and his lips were opening and closing as if he wanted to say something, but no word could come out—never.
Li Zhenzhen's dark eyes shone like stars in the dark night.
Her martial arts skills are naturally inferior to those of Mao Da and Qiu Er, but as the leader of the Emei Sect, her eyesight is certainly good.
She has seen Yu Liancheng use "Move the Clouds and Turn the Moon" twice. The first time he made the eight strong men guarding the gate kill each other, and this time he made two first-class swordsmen kill each other instantly. It can be said to be a unique skill in the world.
If I could get this martial arts into my hands...
For a moment, Li Zhenzhen's mind started to change.
Yu Liancheng turned around and came to Zhuye Qing. He smiled and said, "I know your swordsmanship is very good. Why don't you attack with Mao Da and Qiu Er?"
Zhuyeqing's back was wet with cold sweat: "I...I'm just waiting..."
Although he looks like a frail scholar, he is extremely skilled in martial arts, especially his attainments in swordsmanship, which may only be slightly inferior to Qiu Er.
But not only is his name "Zhuyeqing", his temperament is also the same as Zhuyeqing. What he is good at is waiting for the opportunity to move and hurting people in the dark. Originally, he planned to use a fatal move when Yu Liancheng fought with Mao Da and Qiu Er to the death.
But he didn't expect that those two people would be defeated so quickly and so simply.
Yu Liancheng said calmly: "Take action, I will give you one last chance. Of course, if you don't take action, I will kill you."
Zhu Yeqing's face was pale, and there were thin beads of sweat on his forehead. He suddenly roared, and the man rushed towards Yulian City, and a cold light flashed in his long sleeves, and a soft sword was drawn out, like lightning.
Yu Liancheng's expression remained unchanged. At the moment when the sword energy was imminent and the sword tip was about to pierce his throat, his hand suddenly reached forward.
Li Zhenzhen didn't see clearly how Yu Liancheng took action. Zhu Yeqing fell heavily to the ground, his eyes widened and he refused to close his eyes.
Yu Liancheng dropped his sleeves and said, "Ask someone to tidy up this place. I will rest in this mansion tonight."
Li Zhenzhen looked around, and it seemed that there was no one else except himself, so he quickly said: "Okay, okay, I understand."
This was also an opportunity to escape, but after seeing Yu Liancheng's martial arts, she had other thoughts.
Yu Liancheng walked to the door and looked up. The sky was cloudy, as if a heavy rain was brewing. He murmured: "No matter what, you can always see the Thirteen Deadly Swords tomorrow."
