The first three hundred and seventy-four chapters

Song Yuanyi did not return to look at the front:

“Do you still need me to repeat the second time?”

"Yes, the lord!"

The strong man of the imperial martial arts quickly bowed his head and bowed himself.

Straight up, looking at the opposite evil disciple Zhao Dayong, his eyes showed a cat-like mouse smile:

"Oh, if that's the case, then I will not be merciful!"

The atmosphere quickly became subtle, and only the Qingyang son was still standing tall and looking as usual.

"Start!"

With one order, the two quickly boarded the battlefield again.

Zhao Dayong had two battles, and the whole person had to cry. Although he had successfully defeated two opponents who were stronger than themselves in the previous two battles, this time it was completely different. With the strength of Xuanwujing's initial stage to challenge a strong man of the imperial martial arts, there is simply no chance of winning. If not the two ancestors are staring behind, he may have already ran away.

"Listen to me, don't panic!"

It was at this time that a familiar voice came from the ear, and the voice was calm and rational, with a power to soothe the heart. It was the voice of Qingyang Gongzi. When I heard this familiar voice, Zhao Dayong, a disciple of the evil path, immediately calmed down a lot.

The battle begins very quickly -

Hey!

Almost in an instant, the master of the emperor's martial arts quickly converges on all distractions, his expression is focused, and the whole person goes all out. Although the strength is much higher than the other side, as a master of the imperial martial arts, the will of the heart is much firmer, and will never commit such a light enemy.

"Out of position, hungry ghosts eat!"

Opposite, the emperor of the martial arts has not yet started, the voice of Qingyang Gongzi is clear, and immediately sounds in everyone's ears. Everyone is still surprised, what the Qingyang son is doing, but Zhao Dayong has taken the instinctive action.

Hey, although he didn't feel any threat, and there was no one in the position, he was still flying and flashed to that position.

Rumble, almost at the same time, only heard a loud noise, a powerful force, fierce and unremarkable, heavy landing in the place where he originally stood.

"what!"

The crowd around them exclaimed. If it wasn't for Qingyang's son, the evil disciple named Zhao Dayong would have been seriously injured.

"How can it be!"

The disciple of the Emperor Wujing was also shocked by the blow.

He has been in the sectarian world for so many years and he has encountered this kind of thing for the first time. A low-powered "wasteful person" is commanding another weak person who is not very high-powered. He has defeated his own high-powered self. This situation is incredible!

Oh, opposite, Zhao Dayong found out that this scene, the whole person was shocked and scared, and quickly pulled away from the distance. However, the strongman of the Emperor Wujing did not chase, it seems to be still immersed in the shock.

"I have to see, how many tricks can you hide from me!"

After the initial shock, the master of the martial arts of the Emperor Wujing quickly returned to God, without hesitation, his body swayed, and it was a palm, rushing toward Zhao Dayong!

"Five ghosts lift the sedan!"

The cold voice of Qingyang Gongzi sounded again, without any accident, and the suffocating swells, accompanied by a strong explosion, the rolling smoke rose into the sky, and this trick fell again.

"This guy is not simple..."

Wang Chong stood in the crowd and looked at the development of the whole thing. Seeing that Zhao Dayong flashed twice before and after the attack of the Emperor Wujingqiang, that moment, Wang Chong faintly felt something.

For ordinary people, what they saw was that Zhao Dayong had attacked an attacker who was much stronger than himself in an extremely thrilling way, but in Wang Chong’s eyes, he saw completely different things.

Like the Qingyang Gongzi commander Zhao Dayong, it is easy to flash the opponent's attack, and it is necessary to predict the opponent in advance, not only the opponent, but also calculate Zhao Dayong's position.

Considering that the Qingyang Gongzi itself is an ordinary warrior, and at most it is the real Wujing level, all this is extremely amazing.

"This guy's computing power is absolutely amazing. The martial arts of the emperor's powerful martial arts, how to use it, when to shoot, I am afraid that he has already been thoroughly calculated by him. Can do this step, this guy's mind It’s amazing. If it’s not a problem with the innate meridians, this guy must be a strong, and still the super strong!”

Wang Chong’s heart is secret.

He rarely sees the wrong person, this Qingyang son is definitely a master who is difficult to deal with. Most of these people are very proud, so it is no wonder that he can't tolerate someone posing himself. Even if he is united with the notorious Wuzu League in the sectarian world, he does not care.

On the battlefield, the battle has reached a critical moment, Zhao Dayong constantly evades, time after time, the danger is still alive. Every time, the crowds around the scene were exclaimed. And Wang Chong's eyes swept a circle, whether it was the ancestors of Wan Gui, Xuan Yin's ancestors, or Song Yuan Yi, Xie Guangting and others, all of them are watching this battle.

Even Song Yuran, Song Wei and others are like this.

"The battle is coming to an end, and the warrior of this royal martial art has to lose..."

After Wang Chong took a moment, his heart was dark.

His mind has always been like a mirror, the warrior of the emperor's martial arts seems to have an advantage, but in fact, he step by step, completely into the rhythm of the Qingyang son. After a trick, he didn't even discover it. He had lost his initial temper and began to become impetuous.

More importantly, this time and again, his martial arts, moves, and attack characteristics... have been thoroughly touched by the Qingyang son.

——He didn’t understand at all that his real enemy was not Zhao Dayong at all, but the one standing on the battlefield and staring at others when fighting, the spirit was focused, and there was no Qingyang son who was sick before!

Time is slowly passing, just when the battle is most intense -

"Zhao Dayong, Kan, Kun, 巽 position, shock position..., the little ghosts are offering knives, the five ghosts move the mountains, the hungry ghosts sky, the ghosts, the ghosts, the ghosts, the right abdomen, Taiyi! ”

Suddenly, a series of orders were issued from the mouth of the Qingyang son who was commanded at the rear.

In the void, the suffocating and raging around, the strong man of the Emperor Wujing completely occupied the "active", almost pressing Zhao Dayong, but the next moment, Zhao Dayong, who was originally in a "passive" position, was like a snake. A "small ghost to offer a knife", with a move attack, dodge, escaped from the "hunting" of the Emperor Wuwu.

Putting a common pass, the crops have trained the "little knives" to the field, and the ability of Qingyang's son to express has already made the opposite disciples of the righteous sigh. If it is not for the understanding and accomplishment of the martial arts, it has reached a state of ingenuity, and it is absolutely impossible to have such a performance.

However, this is far from stopping -

After Zhao Dayong escaped from the attack of the Emperor Wujingqiang, not only did he not escape, but instead he pulled out and joined the sword. He actually went against the strong man of the imperial martial arts. The five ghosts move to the mountains, the hungry ghosts skyrocket, the ghosts of the forest, the ghost kings travel, the ghosts are sobbing..., the tricks of a flail, just like lightning.

Boom!

The strong man of the imperial martial arts did not idle. When he saw the other party rushing over, he did not want to, and several fierce offensives went to Zhao Dayong. The moves were fast and embarrassing, and they also contained devastating effects. the power of. In the repair of Zhao Dayong’s Xuanwujing, he would be seriously injured if he died.

However, everything that stunned everyone happened, once, twice, three times... In a short period of time, Zhao Dayong seemed to anticipate all his counterattacks, each time avoiding it with different moves, and Every time it is a move that doesn't use old, it will change immediately. This is his tacit understanding that he gradually developed in cooperation with Qingyang.

The flat style of the ordinary, the time, the immediate decay of the magic, seems to become another kind of school.

One missed, two missed, three missed..., just a few short breaks, the face of the Emperor Wujing strong changed again, and finally, finally lost the original confidence and calm.

A strong man of the imperial martial arts was played between the arms of the Xuanwu martial arts, which no one can accept.

"Hey!"

Just when Zhao Dayong showed his five ancestors’ singularity, “Ghost King’s Trip”, the Emperor’s martial artist looked terrified and finally couldn’t hold on and fled toward the slanting moment.

- This time, he was finally scared. Zhao Dayong, who is not afraid of Xuanwujing, is afraid of Zhao Dayong. The ghost is unpredictable. He is expected to have all his actions in Qingyang.

However, he did not think that even his escape was already in the calculation of Qingyang's son.

Just as he left the scene, Zhao Dayong made a move to the "Ghost King Travel" halfway through it, and immediately changed his mind to "wow all the ghosts," as if he was rushing to the strongest of the martial arts.

Hey, time, the air is roaring, like a ghost crying, ah! I only listened to a screaming scream, the master of the martial arts who had just flew up, and a simple knife in the right abdomen, falling from the air, oh, blood flow.

His face was pale as paper, and his eyes were opposite Zhao Dayong and Qingyang Gongzi, full of extreme shock and panic.

"This, this is impossible!"

His confidence, his power..., this moment, all were shattered.

"Hey!"

After a short silence, seeing this scene, everyone is boiling. One by one stunned and burst into exclamation.

"Scorpio! Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! What did I see!"

"A warrior in the early stage of Xuanwujing can actually defeat a person in the imperial martial arts?! This is really crazy!"

"Is it wrong? Tell me, am I wrong?!"

......

Four surrounding black pressure, the scarlet blood, and the broken knife, gave all the warriors present with great shock and impact. Even the ancestors of Wan Gui, Xuan Yin's ancestors, and Song Yuanyi, Xie Guangting showed a dignified look.