Chapter 582: "Shuanglong Hebi"!

Chapter 528, "Shuanglong Hebi"!
Windy, snow fluttering.
The militant once again raised the sword of the sword in his hand.
On the Kunlun Market, once again, there was a fierce killing.
In addition to the dead bells, there are six people in the Changbai Swordsmen who have saved their fighting power. Moreover, among the six, the strength of the Nangong Palace is the strongest.
On the side of the Tulong squad, there were former members of the weak and weak, Tu Xin, Qin Han, and the master Wu Shanji, who was in charge of the post, and Li Muyang, who was later forced into the gang, the number of the two sides was comparable.
But the strength is a far cry.
One of the biggest problems with Changbaijian is that it is private, and everyone is hiding.
The nature of the surname Zhong is the sect of the lord and the core of the Changbai Sword. They can enjoy the most brilliant exercises, the most amazing medicinal herbs, the most comfortable and most suitable for practicing Lingshan Fudong, the most powerful mentoring inheritance -
Therefore, these people are naturally strong and at the top of the food chain of the independent kingdom of Changbaijian.
And those disciples who did not have the opportunity to surname the clock, in order to win a practice, a remedy, a good master, then need to exhaust the mind and do everything. If the performance is good, then there is a chance to get the gift above. It may even become a member of the clock.
For example, the seven white sons who were killed by the Li Muyang group.
They were not originally surnamed, but they were given to the surname Zhong in the later period.
If the performance is not good, or the ability of flattery is not enough to satisfy the surname, then good practice, remedy, master, and cultivation have nothing to do with you.
In the final analysis, the right to speak is in the hands of the people of the clock, and the rich resources and magic weapons are also in the hands of the people of the clock.
You want to practice the world, you want to fly in the sky, you want to be a star-studded person, you must have a good relationship with the people of the clock, otherwise the day will become a daydream .
At least, in the Changbai Swords.
Therefore, the disciples sent by Changbaijian are not very correct. Most of them are eager to make profits, arrogant and indulgent, and their hearts are full of temperament.
They used what they gave up in decent dignity to get everything they have today. When he walked out of the Changbai Sword, he hoped that everyone he met would give up their dignity and dignity. Same as their original choice.
Your choice is like a mirror. There is another one in the mirror. They feel very comforted. If the people coming out of the mirror are not the same kind of people, then the sound personality and valuable self-esteem make them shameless and self-confident. All they have to do is to break the mirror.
Under such circumstances, the Changbai Sword School has experienced a situation in which polarization is extremely serious.
The surname Zhong and the person who can be called the Zhong surname are quite powerful.
And those who do not have the opportunity to surname the clock are not qualified to surname the clock, the strength is very different.
Zhong Wuyan surnamed Zhong, Nangong Yan Qing is the name of the family. So both of them are quite good.
The other people and Nangong Yanqing still have a long way to go, so the strength is not enough.
The heart of the carnival is the most prosperous, and the most rushing is fierce.
He held the "Hundred Wars of Heaven" in one hand, and the other hand held the seal, and there was a word in his mouth.
"The Battle of Heaven". Hey."
The ink-colored sword was born, and the long-term swordsmen who were facing the opposite side smashed.
"The Battle of Heaven". Sting."
An ink-colored rifle stood in the air, then dragged the long tail and stabbed it toward the Changbai swordsman.
The green silk flying in the weak hand of the text, the long white swordsmen who made the sword played together. When they lost their sense of direction, Qin Han suddenly pulled out the giant sword behind him and slammed them toward them.
clang--
Jianfeng strikes.
A white robe swordsman flew directly out of him.
Wu Shanji did not shoot, and he stood on the edge of the battle to the members of the Dragon Squad. If anyone is in danger, he will save. When there is no danger, he will lock his eyes on Li Muyang. He wants to know, Li Muyang can go that step.
Nangong Yan Qing’s opponent is Li Muyang, and his target of attack is Li Muyang.
Only killing Li Muyang can revenge for the bell, and then go back to the lord and the old swordsmen.
Otherwise, their mission in this trip can be defeated.
Unless you find the black dragon, and then kill it in one fell swoop - even a young boy from the West Wind Yan family can not kill, how can you kill the black dragon?
Hunting robes, long swords.
Nangong Yan Qing held a big sword and took a high-profile approach to the head of Li Muyang.
The sword is a ruler!
"Opening the mountain"!
Gather the sword on the sword and use the strength it contains to slap the enemy.
The mountains can be flat and the long river can be broken.
One foot down, you can open the mountain.
So got the name.
Whistling -
Around the sword, there was white whistling.
Li Muyang felt the power of the long sword, the cloak on his head was blown off, and he danced in the wind.
An invisible force wrapped him and squeezed it in the middle. It is like squeezing the blood and moisture of the body into a dry corpse.
The power of one shot, but the power of Mount Taishan.
It can be seen that there is also a reason for Nangong Yanqing to become the law enforcement elder of Changbaijian.
Nangong’s degree of strictness is not fast. On the contrary, in the eyes of Li Muyang, he feels that he is quite slow.
It’s a lot slower than nothing.
However, he did not dare to have the slightest negligence, more careful than when he was fighting with the bell.
Zhong Wu’s talent is higher, the method is stronger, and the shot is sharper, so it seems that his strength is more brilliant than Nangong Yanqing.
Nangong Yanqing is a diligent player, or a hard-working player.
Every sword he uses is hard-honed, and his talents are not high. The exercises he can get are not uncommon. However, because of his deep roots, he made up for his innate shortcomings in the day after tomorrow.
Return to the law!
No matter what kind of exercises, in the end, the competition is still strength and strength. How much strength and strength, depends on whether your foundation is deep enough.
This is also the more brilliant practice, the more powerful the realm, the simpler they are.
The epee has no front, and Dapu Ruozhen.
Li Muyang did not evade, his hands clenched his fists, and two red flames appeared between his palms.
When he felt that the sword was getting closer and closer to the top of his head, Li Muyang jerked his fists out.
"Shuanglong Hebi"!
Roar--
The two groups of flames skyrocketed and turned into two red fire dragons to continue the raid.
As they rushed upwards, they entangled and merged, and the two fire dragons merged into one.
The huge faucet hit the iron sword.
boom--
A huge explosion sounded.
The iron sword ‘咔嚓’ sounded crisp and broke into two pieces from the middle of the giant sword.
Under the influence of that powerful impulse, Nangong’s strict body was rushing backwards toward the sky.
Retreating -
Nangong Yan Qing suddenly turned and fled, and soon disappeared into the blizzard.
Everyone is jealous.
The three scared white swordsmen were smashed, and the four members of the Dragon Squad team were also paralyzed.
Wen weakly kicked a white robe swordsman and looked at the direction of Nangong Yan Qing’s escape. He was very angry and said: "What are you playing? You idiots, your law enforcement elders are running -"
Qin Han fell to the weak side of the text and said: "It is no wonder that the reputation of these older white swords is getting worse and worse, and it is shameful that the elders of the law enforcement halls are doing this."
"Hey." Tu Xin sighed and looked at the white-faced swordsmen who were bloodless, saying: "The long white swordsman of the shit. They really insulted the words "swordsman" - they called them long white. Shit, a group of living in Changbai Mountain -" -
Wu Shanji looked at Li Muyang and smiled and asked: "Why isn't Xiangma Gongzi not chasing?"
"Why don't the masters chase?" Li Muyang smiled and asked. "The master's brother is well-informed, and he is closest to the direction of the Nangong Palace. If the masters take the shot, they will come to the scene-"
"I saw that Xiang Ma Gongzi did not chase, and he knew that Xiang Ma Gongzi would have a deep meaning in this trip. He did not dare to break the good things of Xiang Gongzi." Wu Shanji said. The eyes were swept away on Li Muyang's body. He wanted to see through the young man's thoughts and wanted to see what he was trying to do.
Unfortunately, he could not understand anything.
Every word that this guy said is a lie, and everything that is done has a story.
Wen Wei weak and shocked, watching Li Muyang and the master Wu Shanji asked: "You already know that he will run away?"
Li Muyang nodded with a smile and said: "The Changbai Swordsman is best at making swords. When he makes a move, he makes the sword ruler. I don't believe that I can become a master of law enforcement elders. He makes the sword's ability better than the ability to make the ruler. Poor. So, I know that he has a meaning. Besides, when he blocks the bell and fights with me, he knows that his heart is stable, and a person who is afraid of death will definitely try to protect himself. It’s really unreasonable to escape this kind of thing--"
"What I don't understand is that since Xiang Mazi knows that he wants to escape, why should he send him a ride?"

Is there?
Li Muyang asked with a strange look.
"Ha ha ha -" Wu Shan counted a big laugh and said: "Some horses say that there is, then there is. There is no such thing as Sai Gongzi, then there is no."
Li Muyang smiled and did not explain to them why he had let go of Nangong Yanqing.
"You guys--" Wen said weakly and angrily: "What are you thinking about?"
"What do they do?" Tu Xin pointed to the three long-swordsmen who had lost their strength.
"Kill it." Li Muyang said with a smile.