Chapter 222: Swordsmanship

"I want to use your corpse to pay tribute to the undead of my brother!" Yin Qingmu said with a grim look.
"Then you give it a try!" Qiu Zhenhui said with war intent flashing in his eyes, and the tip of the Qingxiao sword pointed at Yin Qingmu.
"Someone is coming..." Suddenly, Xiao Zimo yelled, and Qiu Zhenhui glanced at two students dressed up from a distance, and walked here talking and laughing.
Whoosh!
Quickly and decisively, Qiu Zhenhui jumped onto the branches of a tree beside him, like a light butterfly, hopping around on several trees that were often in the opposite direction.
sand! sand! sand! sand!
The sound of leaves swinging came into the ears of others, and little leaves fell into Liren's yard.
"Don't run!" Yin Qingmu said gloomily, turning into a black shadow and chasing in the direction Qiu Zhenhui ran.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The two black shadows shuttled in the silent mountains and forests, like a swift cheetah.
Qiu Zhenhui reached a cliff and stopped.
"Why... do you want to choose to be your burial place here?" Yin Qingmu looked at Qiu Zhenhui who had stopped suddenly, then looked at the lush grass around him, and said with a grim look.
"Here... is your brother's burial place. I want to bury you and your brother together. I'm good to you!" Qiu Zhenhui said with a grin.
"Arrogant! I want you to know what it means to have a heaven outside, and there are people outside the world!" Yin Qingmu said, holding back his anger.
He slowly stretched out his right hand, his ring finger and little finger merged, and his thumb, index finger and were bent to form an eagle claw.
call out!
A black air enveloped his right hand, looking very gloomy.
"Broken claws!"
Whoosh!
Yin Qingmu's pupils dilated, and he rushed towards Qiu Zhenhui, bursting out like a long-charged bow and arrow, the speed was staggering.
Cang!
"The strength is strong! The strength is estimated to be around the third heaven of the Qixing Physique!" Qiu Zhenhui drew out the Qingxiao sword to block Yin Qingmu's attack, but at the same time stepped back.
"Hahahaha! Even with your strength, you still dare to speak wildly, go to hell!" Yin Qingmu said with a grim look, and the pus-filled pock looked even more gruesome and disgusting due to the distortion of his face.
"It's just a little stronger than me, so what?" After Qiu Zhenhui took a step or two back, a smile suddenly overflowed on his face.
"What!" Seeing Qiu Zhenhui's smile, Yin Qingmu couldn't help his eyes widening.
"Dark night and white rainbow!" Qiu Zhenhui's Qingxiao sword burst out with a dazzling purple light, and Yin Qingmu suddenly felt blind for a short time.
call out!
As Yin Qingmu’s eyes briefly lost sight, the attack also weakened. Qiu Zhenhui saw an opportunity and rushed to the side of Yin Qingmu, a dark red gas wrapped around the sword of Qingxiao sword, violently Cut to Yin Qingmu.
"Broken claws!"
Feeling the sound of breaking through the air in his ears, Yin Qingmu had no time to think, stretched out his right hand and waved it randomly, trying to find the direction of Qiu Zhenhui's attack.
Stabbed!
The Qingxiao sword in Qiu Zhenhui's hand smashed through Yin Qingmu's attack like a broken bamboo, and landed on his chest.
Puff!
The Qingxiao sword pierced Yin Qingmu’s chest, and the blood immediately soared out, splashing on the grass, and the green grass had a little more bright red, just like a flower, adding more to the surrounding scenery. Embellishment.
"Unforgivable! Unforgivable! I must kill you! I must kill you!" Yin Qingmu's eyes also returned to normal. He clutched his injured chest and looked at Qiu Zhenhui angrily.
"You don't deserve to be a cultivator at all, no! To be correct, you are from the Yintian Palace!" Qiu Zhenhui stared at Yin Qingmu and said.
"Then you give it a try! Stormy Palm!" Yin Qingmu's hands merged together, and a black gas wrapped around his palm.
Yin Qingmu wiped the blood on his chest with his hand and licked it with his tongue. The black air in his hand became more intense, and he rushed towards Qiu Zhenhui.
Whoosh!
"So fast!" Qiu Zhenhui felt that Yin Qingmu's speed had become faster. Due to his body's instinctive reaction, he had just placed the Qingxiao sword horizontally in front of his chest, and Yin Qingmu's attack came as expected and hit directly. Qiu Zhenhui's Qingxiao sword.
call out!
The Qingxiao sword uttered a sword sound, loud and long.
"Man, do you want it too? Well! It's time to solve this problem!" Qiu Zhenhui said while looking at the Qingxiao sword in his hand.
call out!
A louder sword sound came, and a dazzling white light appeared on the sword body of the Qingxiao sword, which became more and more dazzling under the sun.
"Qing Xiao Jian Jue
The sound of sword shadow, streamer, and flute sounded, and thousands of troops stepped on popular. Jian Zong Wu Mi hid in his heart, Broken Waves Nine Epee sounded!
At the first sound, the sound of swords, Jianghulu donated swords from far away~EbookFREE.me~ Hongchen Kendo does not look back. No way, sword language is full of emotion! Qiu Zhenhui put the Qingxiao sword horizontally on his neck and slowly closed his eyes.
Swordsmanship!
Affection is placed on the human body, on the mountains and rivers, and on the nature. The mountains and rivers are always affection.
Only by talking about everything can imperial and affection.
sand! sand! sand! sand!
The surrounding leaves kept swaying, the weeds on the ground kept swaying with the wind, as if they were telling something, the clouds in the sky kept gathering on the top of Qiu Zhenhui’s head, and the sunlight reflected on Qiu Zhenhui through the clouds. His body is coated with a layer of gold.
"The weeds have spoken... the leaves have spoken... the rustling of branches and trees all sounded in my ears, long and clear, unsightly, but not to be seen from a distance..." Qiu Zhenhui's ears moved slightly. The leaves on the side and the weeds at the foot swayed more fiercely. The wind moved Qiu Zhenhui's bangs in front of his forehead and the sideburns around his ears, and the hair fluttered in the wind.
Zheng!
Qiu Zhenhui opened his eyes abruptly, and a ray of light burst into his eyes. He looked at Yin Qingmu, as if he wanted to see through his body.
"Very Yin body!"
boom!
A powerful black air gradually wrapped around Yin Qingmu's body, increasing in size, and finally wrapped his body like a layer of armor.
Snapped!
Yin Qingmu's hands were folded together, and a soaring black air enveloped Yin Qingmu's hands, and a substantial black palm print appeared in the void, giving people a feeling of oppression, as if they had to take people's hearts anytime, anywhere. To be swallowed in general.
"Baoyin Palm!" When it was too late, Yin Qingmu roared, and his body rushed towards Qiu Zhenhui like an arrow from the string, intending to attack first.
"In the name of all things, the sword can be achieved, contained in the sword, the love of all things, and the evil!"