Han Jingsuo Qingqiu, the ninth style of Shangdefeng snow flow swordsmanship.

This style is not a real swordsmanship, but a secret method learned by the first peak master of Shang Defeng from the cold between the peaks, which is specially used to deal with Feijian.

Gu Han is now ready to use this secret method to directly lock Jing Jiu's flying sword.

Even if you have a secret method and want to use your hands to deal with flying swords like electricity, it is also very risky.

Disciples of Aoyama, who used to know how to use snow-flow swordsmanship, will choose this method in the most extreme cases.

Now that Gu Hanming controls the entire battle situation, but does so, it can be said that it is extremely powerful, and Jing Jiu is not considered at all.

A buzzing sound!

Gu Han put his **** together, such as a small sword pointing in front of him, his left hand open, and his five fingers as round.

The iron sword hovered and vibrated, but couldn't leave.

Han Jing Suo Qing Qiu!

He successfully locked Jing Jiu's flying sword.

The next thing is to see how Jing Jiu faces his sword.

It seems impossible for anyone to have any accidents, because Jing Jiu has no sword at this time.

Without a sword, he naturally could no longer control his sword to swim on the cliff like he did before, and could only rely on his body to connect it.

No matter how strong Kendo practitioners are, even if Zhao Layue and Liu are ten years old, their swords are hardened into the body, and they stick to the rocks, how can they face the flying sword?

Some elders are ready to rescue them with swords.

The two places are far apart, but there are several powers that can break the sea, at least to save Jing Jiu's life.

Zhao Layue stood up and looked over there intently.

A sudden mountain wind blows her hair a little messy.

In front of the stone platform, the Firth sword hovering in the air vibrated slightly, humming and humming, and seemed to be able to break through at any time.

No one noticed that the cold three-foot sword also trembled slightly ahead of Furth's sword.

In the end, the Furth Sword did not fly, and the three-foot sword did not move.

Countless exclamation sounded from one peak to the next.

Because Gu Han's sword fell through!

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There is also wind above the stone forest.

Jing Jiu's body, like the lightest sand composition, disappeared with the wind.

The next moment, he appeared in the sky, carrying more than ten sword lights.

Those sword lights came from his body.

Hair blown by the wind, fluttering clothes, like silk, each strand is like a sword.

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Master Qing Rongfeng stood up and stared at it, a flash of strange color flashed in his eyes, his sleeves trembling slightly.

What kind of way does this traverse tens of feet away?

Even if there is no sword, the superb sword repair can also rise with the breath of the sword, for example, it has been shown before passing Nanshan.

The question is: As soon as Jing Jiu entered the state of Wuchang, he mastered this extremely difficult method?

The most shocking thing is that his speed is unimaginable and completely beyond the scope of Taoism, and even reminiscent of the Zhongzhou School of Heaven and Earth!

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Jing Jiu appeared in front of Gu Han.

Gu Han was controlling Jing Jiu's sword with Han Jingsuo and Qing Qiu, and he never thought of it.

Jing Jiu's hand fell on the hilt of the sword, seemingly simple across the sword.

Gu Han's hands could no longer lock Jing Jiu's sword.

Doraemon.

The iron sword directly penetrated Gu Han's body.

Blood poured out with the sword tip, dripping from the sky toward the ground.

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Looking at the scenes several miles away, the look of Nanshan was dignified.

He knew that neither Master Banyan nor other masters would shoot at this time.

The uncles should see very clearly, where Gu Jiu's iron sword passed is Gu Han's right chest-Gu Han's injuries are not serious but fatal.

The uncles would definitely think that Jing Jiu would surely win the sword.

Guo Nanshan didn't think so, and there was a very bad feeling in his heart.

A few miles away, he could feel Jing Jiu's intention to kill.

He knew the relationship between Jing Jiu and Liu Liu.

Even if the pair of former masters and servants had not seen each other for three years, not long ago, Liu was ten years old and was extremely disappointed in Jing Jiu.

At the age of ten, Liu was tortured by Shang Defeng, and he refused to say that he went to Jingjiu that night.

Now that Liu is ten years old, how does Jing Jiu do this for him?

Don't say anything ruthless.

If he was really ruthless, how could he stand up and challenge MCA and Gu Han by name.

Guo Nanshan knew that he had to take a shot, even if he would be blamed afterwards, because he would worry that Gu Han would really die if he did not take another shot.

At this time, someone finally found the problem.

Jingjiu didn't collect his sword, but rushed towards Gu Han towards the cliff to the north.

Gu Han has been seriously injured, does he want to kill!

"stop!"

The disciples of Tian Guangfeng and Liang Wangfeng screamed in astonishment, but they were too late to stop this tragedy.

Fortunately at this time, a clear sword light directly penetrated the stone forest and came to the cliff several miles away.

The disciples breathed a sigh of relief when they looked at this sword-like light.

Not long ago, when the ten-year-old Liu used the evil demon fire to kill Jian Ruyun, he was stopped by this sword.

It is already the master of Yu Ye Jing who is out of the sword, so what else to worry about?

The mighty Jianguang cut directly to Jing Jiu's back.

Jing Jiu wanted to block the sword, so he had to turn around and pull the iron sword out of Gu Han's body.

But what happened next was unexpected to everyone, especially Nanshan.

Jing Jiu did nothing.

He didn't dial the sword, didn't turn around, as if he didn't know that a sword light had come behind him, he would cut himself into two in the next moment.

"not good!"

Cross the Nanshan secret road.

He saw Jing Jiu's hand had left the hilt and stopped attacking.

But why don't you hide or block?

It's too late to think about Nanshan, he only knows that if his flying sword falls, Jing Jiu will die.

He is very clear that Jing Jiu is a kendo wizard who secretly has high hopes for many teachers.

If this person continues to shoot at Gu Han, he will kill it with one sword.

But under such circumstances, of course, he cannot and is not willing to kill each other.

It was only that he entered the wilderness for the first time, the distance was already the limit for several miles, the control of Feijian was very reluctant, and it was difficult to go back and forth freely.

He grunted, the sword pill shrank, forcibly converged Jian Yuan, trying to stop the flying sword several miles away.

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Hong Jian's sword light disappeared.

The flying sword finally stopped.

The distance between the sword tip and Jingjiu's back was less than two feet.

The picture is very dangerous.

Suddenly, Jing Jiu turned around and clasped his hands together to grip the flying sword!

Judging from the posture, it is very similar to the Zen ritual.

The look of Nanshan changed slightly, and he wanted to summon Feijian to return, but found that it couldn't work.

He was already a strong player in the field, much higher than Jing Jiu, but the sword was now in Jing Jiu's hand, a few miles away from him.

And Jing Jiu's hands were even stronger than Gu Han's Han Jing Suo Qingqiu!

"Great sadness!"

Yun Xingfeng stood up and was shocked and wondered how Jing Jiu would be a peerless scholar at Guocheng Temple?

The master and the elders who recognized Jing Jiuyi had the same ideas, but strangely kept silent at the same time.

Master Qing Rongfeng looked at it quietly and was very interested in what Jiu Jiu would do next.

In the past, Lord Feng finally put down the tea cup that he had held for a long time, squinted and looked over there, looking a little serious.

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"No!"

I don't know who is shouting.

Jing Jiu ignored it and forced his hands.

The flying sword gradually bent in his hand, making an extremely unpleasant sound.

Blood spilled between his hands and the blade.

"My mercy."

I don't know whose voice echoed between the peaks.

A few miles apart, Jing Jiu looked at Nanshan quietly.

Slammed.

Fei Jian broke into two pieces.

There was a spit of blood across Nanshan.

(End of this chapter)