When the uninvited guests arrived, the young swordsman and the middle-aged swordsman stopped their attacks in unison, immediately distanced themselves, and landed on the shore of the lake, looking warily at Cheng Qiao and Jing Salamander, who were approaching rapidly.

However, because they had fought so fiercely before, their breathing seemed rapid and disordered, their breaths emitted fluctuating, and their internal and physical strength was consumed.

Cheng Qiao and Jing salamander were as light as swallows, passing through the not-wide lake like a strong wind, and landed on the shore that was messed up by the sword energy and with sparse water plants. On the left was a young swordsman, and on the right was a middle-aged man. swordsman.

"You two, what does this mean?"

"Don't you know that spying on swordsmen's competition and interfering without authorization is extremely rude?"

Wuying, who was wearing crimson clothes, clenched the sword in his hand and asked with a stern face.

The middle-aged swordsman looked at Cheng Qiao and Jing Salamander quite unkindly.

It's natural to feel unhappy when something is interrupted midway, but Cheng Qiao doesn't care, because what happens next will make them even more unhappy, so why bother?

When communicating with the swordsman, Cheng Qiao kept in mind that Wei Zhuang's performance was to let his strength speak for itself, and even though they were two first-class masters, they were not qualified to ask him to treat him as a corporal. He had to defeat him first!

"When swordsmen talk to each other, do they still need to be polite?"

"I accidentally saw two people competing, and I was so happy to see them. I came here to ask for advice."

Cheng Qiao put his hands behind his back and glanced at the two of them with calm eyes. Whether it was his words or his posture, Wuying and the middle-aged swordsman were extremely angry.

Jing Salaman was silent and silently pulled out the Jing Salamander Sword in his hand. The pink spiral sword energy was generated, supporting Cheng Qiao with his actions.

Wuying and the middle-aged swordsman were immediately attracted by the sword in Jingli's hand.

"Frightening Salamander Sword!"

"I remember that this sword now belongs to Luo Sheng. It seems that the two of you are lackeys of the Qin State."

Wuying's eyes became even more unkind, his cold murderous intent and fierce sword intent surrounded Cheng Qiao and Jing Salamander, his expression extremely disdainful.

"That's right, we are Qin's lackeys."

"Then you are the Xiang family and a lackey of the Chu State, right?"

Cheng Qiao was not angry when he heard this and retorted sarcastically.

He just couldn't understand why those who hung out with the Qin State were hawks, dogs and lackeys, while those who hung out with the Six Kingdoms or were not involved in the imperial court were heroes. Is there any essential difference?

"court death!"

Wuying shouted sharply, his body suddenly rose up, a red shadow suddenly lengthened, and the long black sword stabbed into Cheng Qiao's chest. The sword came out silently, without shadow, without light. Before the sword arrived, the sword's intention was harmonious. The sword energy has arrived, vicious and swift!

With a thought in Cheng Qiao's mind, the rich golden light gathered on his chest and turned into a piece of golden armor. The sword energy hit it and instantly shattered into pieces...

Seeing this, Wuying's pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately changed his moves slightly, raising his wrists and arms slightly, and the long black sword was like a beating poisonous snake, piercing the neck where the golden light was relatively thin.

Cheng Qiao looked calm and turned slightly to avoid the blow. While dodging, he counterattacked. Golden light flowed. An arm grew from his left shoulder and grabbed Wuying's clenched right hand. A golden spear suddenly shot out from his chest. The spear stabbed Wuying's chest.

Wuying's move failed, and he wanted to change his move and attack again, but he didn't expect that Cheng Qiao's counterattack timing was so perfect and his counterattack method was so weird that he was a little overwhelmed.

Although he was a little unprepared, his rich combat experience allowed Wuying to react subconsciously. He lowered his arms to avoid being grabbed, twisted his body to the side, and narrowly avoided the fatal attack.

Cheng Qiao casually waved his hand, and the dense lightning needles shot towards Wuying who was retreating.

Ding ding ding…

The shadowless body was in mid-air, unable to dodge, so he could only use all his strength to use his sword to bless his body. The dark black long sword was swung at a high speed, and the countless sword shadows it brought out seemed to form a reverse vortex, sweeping all the dense lightning needles. It bounced away.

Tsk... He is indeed a top-notch master, but he is difficult to deal with. Fortunately, he has a backup plan.

With a thought in Cheng Qiao's mind, Yin Thunder ejected from the moist soil and turned into a large black net covering Wuying from behind.

Wuying was shocked, but he could no longer dodge or resist. He could only mobilize his inner strength to protect his back.

When he landed, he hit the net of Yin Thunder. The all-pervasive Yin Five Thunder invaded through the gap between Wuying's internal energy and his body without wasting much effort. The water and heat were taken away in a wave, and the cold and cold feeling came like a flood. What's even more fatal is that my whole body feels sore and numb.

It's a long story, but actually it all happens in one breath.

When the middle-aged swordsman saw that the young swordsman was in danger, he thought of the agreement between the two and immediately started to help, but was directly blocked by the Frightened Salamander.

Hehe, you still dared to retreat. Only by fighting back can you get up safely. You made a wrong decision and accidentally fell into his trap.

Cheng Qiao secretly laughed in his heart. He ignored the middle-aged swordsman. He believed that the Frightened Salamander could ensure that he would not be disturbed. The figure flashed and exploded like smoke. The effect was very similar to Xiao Meng's use of the Taoist Supreme Mind Technique and Light Tongchen, except that the smoke was blue and white. of.

The next moment, Cheng Qiao had appeared in front of Wuying, his five fingers wrapped with blue lightning grabbing Wuying's chest.

Wuying is not Lord Longyang. Without the cultivation level of a half-step master, it is impossible to get rid of his abnormal state in a very short time.

If someone could help him hold on for two breaths, it would be more or less the same. Unfortunately, the middle-aged swordsman was already held back by the Jingli. The middle-aged swordsman never expected that Wuying would be suddenly tricked, and he would fall into danger at an alarming speed.

Even trying to get caught by Cheng Qiao with his butt would not end well. Wuying relied on his willpower to forcefully mobilize his internal energy and turn his body sideways, barely avoiding the blow. At the same time, he stabbed Cheng Qiao's waist with the long sword in his hand. .

sucker Punch!

Cheng Qiao refused to dodge, and in this abnormal state, it was impossible for the hasty sword to break through his defense, and his right claw turned to clasp Wuying's shoulder.

Zila, the jet-black sword edge swept across Cheng Qiao's waist, and a spark was drawn from the golden light, but it could not break through the defense at all. In the next moment, Wuying's left shoulder was clasped by claws wrapped with blue lightning.

ah……

The power of domineering and violent thunder exploded along the shoulders, and spread throughout the whole body in an instant. Wuying's handsome face was instantly distorted, and the whole body was shaking violently. The roots of his long black hair were raised, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground, and he screamed. out.

Seeing that Wuying had been subdued and that life and death were in the hands of others, the middle-aged swordsman stopped fighting with the Frightened Salamander and immediately retreated from the battle circle.

When the Frightened Salamander saw this, he didn't catch him. He just watched the middle-aged swordsman from the side to prevent him from escaping.

"call……"

"Isn't it a conversation between swordsmen?"

Wuying, whose whole body was sore and numb, let out a deep breath when he could speak. He looked at the sword on Chengqiao's waist with an incomprehensible look.

He is obviously a warlock, why does he have a sword on his body?

What about the dialogue between swordsmen?

Shameless!

"Swordsmanship, I should not be your opponent."

"You are also an adult, why do you believe what others say?"

"It's just a show, to deceive a dumb guy like you who can't turn his head."

Cheng Qiao blinked his eyes and smiled faintly.

If it was just a second-rate master, Cheng Qiao felt that he could still win with his own swordsmanship. Against a first-rate master of swordsmanship, it was better not to embarrass himself by showing him.
Chapter completed!