The pressure dropped sharply, and Li Haoran thought that the masked man was old and weak, and his confidence increased. He used his sword like the wind, and his sword was as strong as the tide, as cold as the wind, and changed his attitude of only defending but not attacking, and both offense and defense.

Yang Guo, Xiaolongnu, Cheng Ying, and Lu Wushuang saw that his sword technique was as sharp as a dragon and a snake, and his sword style was slow, and he could suck and spit and open the door and close the movements of yin and yang. Compared with Tai Chi sword technique, he was more than several times stronger. He only defended but not attacked, but now he has both offense and defense, and has great hope of winning.

Duan Susu focused on the battle and squeezed her hands. She had the highest martial arts knowledge and was more worried than everyone else. At first, Li Haoran only defended but not attacked. She admired his tactics in her heart because she knew that Tai Chi sword technique was a defensive skill. Even if she couldn't win, she would not lose too badly. She felt relieved.

But Li Haoran suddenly changed his sword force, and his sword was like a spirit snake, sweeping and flickering, and attacking the masked man. For a moment, his face was lost and scared to death. She saw that the masked man deliberately showed weakness. Unexpectedly, Li Haoran, who was inexperienced, believed it, but he was really fooled. He was nervous, but he didn't dare to say anything, for fear that his lover would be distracted. Although he was not on the battlefield, his nervousness was particularly superior to Li Haoran in the game.

Sure enough, the masked man whistled loudly, and the more he hit the fist, he became more and more erect and majestic, righteous and arrogant. He even pushed Li Haoran, holding a sword, to the side with five punches!

Li Haoran fired several swords in a row and immediately complained. The masked man fisted and the fist was stormy, and the fist path was erratic and open and closed freely. However, each punch was his weakness. After more than a dozen moves, he could actually know the gap after he drew the sword and punched first, but he seemed to deliberately expose the hollow gate and was like a person.

The masked man's fist was powerful, and Li Haoran was still too busy to dodge. He changed his moves into Tai Chi swordsmanship. He suddenly felt cold sweat from his forehead. He felt a little nervous and swung his right hand hard. The Lingyan sword was astonished as a shock, and flew towards the masked man's chest and abdomen like lightning.

The masked man could not have thought that he would use this strategy to die together. When he spitted his fist, Li Haoran would definitely lose his life. However, his sword was long and his hands were short. Before he could hit him, he had already been stabbed into a hole by the sword. He made a quick decision, and the masked man pulled his right fist and knocked Ling Yan Jian away.

Li Haoran was extremely helpless when he made this decision. Although the tactics were successful, he was also in a cold sweat. In the flash, his waist was not bent and his legs were straight back for more than a few feet. He finally exchanged his life-threatening moves for breathing.

Li Haoran held the heavy sword tightly in his left hand, his heart as if he was still. He even forgot all his existence, and threw all his spirit and blood into the heavy sword of the black iron. It was exactly: "There is a sword in his palm, but no sword in his heart." It was just because he had turned into an iron sword, and the iron sword had also turned into Li Haoran.

The masked man returned to his body, and his boxing technique was fierce, and it was still Taizu's long fist. However, the sound of the wind roared, and his power was much better than before.

"Kill!" Li Haoran shouted angrily and waved his sword to the top. At this time, the move was no longer Tai Chi sword technique. Although his sword style was not exquisite, his kindness was really powerful and powerful, and it was frustrating. The heavy sword was scattered like rain. As the wind roared, he returned seven moves in an instant, stabbing the masked man in seven major acupoints.

The masked man was attacked by him with seven swords in a row, forcing him to retreat seven steps in a row. He returned three punches, and his beard and hair were all upright.

After these seven swords, the mountains, rocks and trees on all sides were already in a mess. Duan Susu, Yang Guo, Xiaolongnu and others had already been forced to withdraw several feet away, and they were even more stunned. Especially Duan Susu, she knew Li Haoran was better than herself, but she had never seen when he had such a mighty martial art!

The Mongolian stared at the heavy sword in his heart, thinking about it, and he suddenly attacked the three palms. Although these three palms were divided into order, it seemed that three palms attacked at the same time, and in a blink of an eye it had already enveloped Li Haoran under the shape of the palms all over the sky.

Li Haoran's heart was as clear as ice, and the man and sword were united, and he was not afraid of favor and disgrace. Facing the palm of the sky, the heavy sword had already broken through the shadow of the palm of the sky. When he saw the expression in the masked man's eyes, his heart moved, so the heavy sword in his palm was horizontal, swept, knocked, opened, chopped, and chopped, all of which were powerful and domineering moves.

The masked man's fist comes out like a mountain, his palms slash like an axe, and his style is solemn and slow. At first glance, it seems to be out of order, but in fact it is a superior martial art of using shorts to control longs and clumsy to control cleverness.

Although Li Haoran's sword was sharp, he was so powerful that he deviated from his position by his palm, and he did not dare to be hit by his fist. He knew that his internal strength was not his enemy, so he fought with his life-threatening move, as if he had died together, but in fact, he would be saved by attacking the enemy.

Li Haoran was arrogant and arrogant. His friend's lover in his previous life was unfair to him. He was unwilling to explain that he was an orphan again in this life. Although he was open-minded, he himself didn't know that he was filled with a sense of grief and anger in his heart. At this moment, under the suppression of the masked man, he could not let go of his hands and feet. The grief and anger in his heart seemed to be vented, and they were all vented in the sword force. At first there were moves, but later the moves seemed to be chaotic, but the power was even more amazing. This force transformed from grief and anger actually stimulated the potential in his life, allowing him to learn from other things and create many moves, which were fierce and tragic, and heroic, just like the "Manjianghong" of King Yue Wumu. When he saw it, his heart was depressed and he had to be applauded.

The sun shadow gradually tilted westward, and the two of them didn't know how many rounds they had dismantled. Under Li Haoran's power, the masked man had already changed a hundred moves; however, Li Haoran used it back and forth, but the sword technique was just that sad and angry.

Yang Guo, Xiaolongnu, Cheng Ying, and Lu Wushuang became more and more shocked when they looked at it. The more they realized that the mystery of this sword technique was like a vast ocean, unfathomable.

Duan Susu was in a different mood. She had been worried about her lover's safety since the beginning of the battle. When his sword technique turned into grief and anger, her heart was so painful. She thought of his childhood misfortune and loneliness. Through this sword technique, she felt his heavy anger and unwillingness, covered her lips and let tears fall. She thought to herself: "Ran'er, you will no longer be lonely in the future. I will accompany you in your life. In the future, we will have our children and grandchildren. We will definitely be happier than others."

Just as her mind changed, the situation on the field had changed drastically, and Li Haoran and the masked skills had gradually slowed down, and it was obvious that both of them had reached the end of their strength, and the subtleties of the changes in the moves were clearly visible to others.

The masked laughed loudly and shouted: "Boy, does your heavy sword still move?"

Li Haoran snorted coldly, "You'll know if you try." In this fierce fight, he held a heavy sword, which seemed to be laborious, but in fact he had been using the heavy sword technique he learned from the snow. The more he felt more and more at ease, and his mind was always clear. After this violent bombardment, his understanding of heavy swords has reached a higher level, and he knows that momentum, will, majesty, and moving forward are indispensable to the master of heavy swords.

"Oh, do you still have the power to fight again?" The masked man was surprised. The sword was less than 80 kilograms. After a long time of trouble, he still had the ability to activate it?

"Spiritual Sword Style." Li Haoran smiled loudly, and saw him swing an ancient iron sword in his palm and danced like a plate of grass. Although the sword technique was light and erotic, it could not hide the heavy power of the black iron heavy sword.

The masked man complained secretly. He just saw that he was so powerful that he planned to use decades of hard practice to drag it down. But after fighting for a long time, he was as if nothing had happened, but his body's flexibility and endurance were far less than that of his youth. He was so smart that he was mistaken for his intelligence and was tied up in a cocoon!

Li Haoran was immersed in a wonderful realm. The masked man was his best sword test target. He knew that his opponent was hard to find, so he repeatedly used his sword to attack. Under his unique method, the 88-pound black iron heavy sword was like picking up grass, chopping, cutting, stabbing, and using it. Although the moves were still open and closed, and were upright, they were quick, light and fast, and changed as expected. They really had the strengths of swordsmanship but not the weaknesses of swordsmanship!

The masked man was shocked and thought, "He used the heavy sword to use the light sword technique, and his moves were still so fast and quick. If he changed to a three-foot green breeze to use this move, wouldn't it be like a storm?" He was concentrating and moved. Although he was well-versed in martial arts around the world, he was so light and majestic, and his strange and weird sword technique had never been heard of. He was not enough to resist, let alone a broken move.

Li Haoran was in aroused the battle and integrated the "Tianshan Flipping Plum Hand" into the sword move. Although the black iron heavy sword in his palm was clumsy, it was extremely unpredictable in his hands at this moment. He also had the flying spirit of the sword, the opening and closing of the sword, the sharpness of the gun, the sharpness of the halberd, the strongness of the axe, and the sharpness of the hook, were like eighteen martial arts masters, holding eighteen weapons and attacking the masked man at the same time.

After more than two hundred moves, Li Haoran raised his shoulders, jumped up, and even pulled up five feet away, floating in the air, his body rising higher and higher, and seemed to be getting smaller and smaller. He suddenly heard the harsh shout and passed it down from above.

Li Haoran shouted loudly: "Sword-falling style". He kicked his feet and his body suddenly turned down, like a flowing down, with great speed. He had a heavy sword in his palm, dark light, and directed to the masked man, and like the Thunder God of Heaven, flying from the sky. His power and strong momentum were truly worthy of being called "Sword-falling style".

The masked man flew up without waiting for his body to fall!

In an instant, a yellow shadow soared into the sky, and a black light hit the ground. The two of them took a move in the air, and their bodies gathered and split into pieces, falling like two fallen leaves. They all sat on the ground, and the heavy sword landed on the ground. The sound of the local sound caused Mars to splash everywhere.

Everyone was startled and looked carefully. They saw Li Haoran sitting on the ground with his butt, his red face turned gray and white, with beads of sweat falling down.

Duan Susu exclaimed, rushed over, and hugged her lover tightly in her arms. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, gently dripping on his face. Yang Guo and others were half a step slower, but they also drew out their swords and stared at them for fear that the masked man would attack again.

Li Haoran did not comfort his lover, and stared at the masked man whose face was broken and his face was exposed. He only saw that he was in a clear and graceful manner, with his hair and beard all over his hair and hair, as clear as a spirit. He gasped slightly and said, "Who are you? How could he be the 'Tianshan Six Yang Palm'?"

Duan Susu said in a panic, and hurriedly looked at the old man in yellow, his whole body was shaken, his mouth slightly opened, as if he had been lit with an acupoint, with an incredible look. After a long time, she seemed to be unable to believe her eyes, and reached out to wipe her eyes.

Li Haoran said strangely: "Sister Su Su, do you know him?"

Duan Susu did not answer her husband's inquiry and stuttered, "Old, ancestor, is that you?"

The old man in yellow had his eyes hanging down and said angrily: "Stupid girl, I forgot my ancestors after having a lover. I haven't known me for just a few months after I parted?"

Duan Susu looked at him disbelief, and then complained: "Old ancestor, why did you come out of the mountain? Why did you think about competing with Ran'er? You scared Susu to death just now. If there is any mistake in Ran'er, I will never forgive you for the rest of my life."

The old man in yellow sat on the ground and yelled angrily: "That kid didn't make any mistakes. I'm so tired that you are afraid of seeing from your martial arts that I dare not use the powerful martial arts, but he would have been forced out in the end. If I had known this, I would have beaten him down at the beginning."

Duan Susu looked at the angry old man and couldn't help but burst out laughing. All worries were gone. She pushed Li Haoran into Cheng Ying's arms, flashed away, and helped the old man up, smiling like a flower, and asked, "Old ancestor, you believe that Ran'er is amazing now!"

The old man took advantage of the situation and stood up. Although he was unwilling to accept it, he still said, "This kid is not a human, he is simply a monster. Yes, he is just a monster. Hey, he breaks through the bottleneck under my pressure. Hey, boy, your swordsmanship is good. Hey, that kid takes advantage of the other girl."

It turned out that Li Haoran was weak all over. When Duan Susu pushed her, she couldn't help but poured into Cheng Ying's arms, and her head hit her high chest. Her breasts were soft and her daughter's fragrance was refreshing. Li Haoran felt the fragrance was full of his nose and his body and mind were comfortable.

Cheng Ying felt a heat invading her body, and she was so ashamed that she screamed, and ran away quickly, her face flushed, and her heart was thumping and thumping.

Li Haoran accidentally fell to the ground. His whole body was sore and numb that he could not get up. Lu Wushuang couldn't see it, and he jumped over and helped him up with gentleness.

Duan Susu turned her back to them without notice, but the old man in yellow could see clearly. Thinking of herself as exhausted, she immediately spoke out and became distracted.

Duan Susu didn't care. She was smart and she knew the feelings of the two girls towards Li Haoran, and she was not a stingy person, so she didn't take this matter to heart. Besides, she knew the old man's temperament well, so she was naturally not angry.

Seeing that she was not fooled, the old man in yellow suddenly felt a murderous aura attack. He hurriedly looked at him and saw Li Haoran staring at him fiercely, as if he was extremely angry. He laughed and said, "Boy, we are all so tired that we can't move. You want to hit me, there's no way."

Li Haoran never expected that the old man in yellow would be so rogue, so he said helplessly: "I'm not going to be old, a shameless person."

The old man in yellow smiled and said, "Yes, I'm shameless. You have the ability to bite me."

Li Haoran knew that this guy was extremely bad. Fortunately, Duan Susu did not leave without waving her sleeves. He fought for no reason and was exhausted. He suddenly became angry and cursed: "Old but not die is a thief. People die every day, why don't you die, you old thief?"

The old man in yellow stared wide with his eyes and said angrily: "I am an old thief? Then what are you? I am only ninety-seven years old. Su Su, you say it with your conscience, am I that old?"

Duan Susu's eyes were wide open, and her beautiful eyes looked at the old and young, who were like a cockfighting. The old were disrespectful and the young were free and unrestrained. It was so interesting. She didn't answer, but just giggled.

Li Haoran was so happy that he actually smiled and said, "You have lived for so long, really waste food and polluted the environment. Tell me yourself, how many people can you support when you eat so much food."

He said he was swearing, the old man in yellow had been away from the world for decades, but he was not Li Haoran's opponent. He choked for a long time before saying, "Oh my God, why did I, Xu Xiaotian, have such an unfilial descendant?"

Li Haoran immediately understood that this old guy should be the treasure of the Xu family. He heard that there was such a person in the future, but he didn't meet him. Unexpectedly, he came from somewhere and fought with him. After knowing that it was him, it was hard to curse him again. He said, "Oh no, old man. Look at you so pitiful, I won't scold you anymore."

Xu Xiaotian said angrily: "I am not old, I am not a bad old man."

Li Haoran said helplessly: "You are not old, you are not old, you are only ninety-seven years old, I should call you Xiaoxu."

When everyone heard him talking interestingly, they burst into laughter. After this fuss, Cheng Ying's face became much more normal, but his eyes were dodging and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Chapter completed!