The shadow of the sword keeps flashing, and between the shadow of the sword, small figures come and go, flexible. Huang Xiangyun was so shocked that his flying sword couldn't touch the corner of the boy's clothes.

Step forward again, small head to avoid the stabbing sword, ah Qi's distance from Huang Xiangyun has been less than three meters.

"Ding!" The flying sword once again waved in the air and cut deeply in the hard bluestone floor. On the other side of Feijian, ah Qi finally seized the opportunity and suddenly showed his thunder. It was only a flash to shorten the distance of three meters.

With one punch, Huang Xiangyun flew out like a kite with broken line. The man was still in the air. The figure of the boy came to his eyes again. The bloody thunder was deeply imprinted in Huang Xiangyun's eyes.

"To die in the hands of a child..." Huang Xiangyun had a lot of thoughts in his heart. He had experienced scenes from childhood to the earth. He practiced hard, intrigued and intrigued each other. Just for a moment, the ups and downs of the world for 40 years flashed through his mind one by one.

"I will not die!" The red eyes, which were illuminated by the blood thunder, suddenly became sharp. The flying sword, which was inserted in the bluestone floor, immediately flew up and stabbed ah Qi's vest.

Feeling the coolness of his back, ah Qi immediately turned his straight fist into a swing fist. With the strength of his fist, he rotated his body, rubbed his flying sword and landed on the ground. Huang Xiangyun, on the other hand, grasped the flying sword, adjusted his figure and landed on the ground steadily.

As ah Qi raised his head, Huang Xiangyun's eyes also came straight. His eyes, which were originally dead and gray, were bursting with sharp brilliance, which made people unable to look directly at him.

Under close observation, Huang Xiangyun is completely different from before. At this time, Huang Xiangyun was wearing a brocade robe without wind. His flying sword trembled slightly, as if he had his own consciousness. He felt the frequency of the sword. Huang Xiangyun felt that the sword in his hand was integrated with himself. The sword was his extended body. He could put it in and out freely.

"The life and death walk, actually coagulate a sword idea." Chen Yang said with admiration.

Looking at Huang Xiangyun, who was completely different in front of him, ah Qiyi had a dignified face and black eyes staring at each other tightly.

Without any words, Huang Xiangyun's sword was not a royal sword, but a sword with his hand. The sword light came in a flash, which made ah Qi a little unable to react. The bloody thunder burst out and hid. I don't know how much stronger it is than before.

Huang Xiangyun seemed to have expected that he would not hit the target. His right hand was moving in succession, and two more swords were cut out, which was extremely fast. Ah Qi could only reluctantly avoid one sword, but the other sword cut a long wound on his body, and blood spattered.

"Er..." Ah Qi suffered from the pain. His legs suddenly started to work, and his body suddenly retreated. He almost cut his cheek with one sword.

Five meters away from Huang Xiangyun, ah Qi covered the wound and gasped violently. He had just passed death again. If he stepped back a second later, his head would be half taken away by that sword.

"What about the natural magic? In front of my sword, I still have to run for my life." Huang Xiangyun stood in the same place and said coldly.

"How many swordsmanship you've been dreaming of, can you concentrate on it?" Chen Yang opens his mouth.

"Thank you for your help." Huang Xiangyun's face was full of irony.

"Ah Qi, he is able to fight with friar Jindan. You should be careful." Chen Yang didn't mean to do it. He told ah Qi Dao.

"I see." Ah Qi nodded. After a short rest, his breath became steady again. Chen Yang said that, he put on his standard fighting posture. His bright eyes were full of strong fighting spirit.

"Come on!" The young voice blurted out.

Huang Xiangyun snorted coldly, and the sword light came to ah Qi's eyes with his body. He waved his right hand fiercely, and the sword light moved and cut out.

The bloody lightning is beating fast on the body, and ah Qi's small body is also avoiding Huang Xiangyun's sword.

"Poof" "poof" "poof" ah Qi had several wounds on his body, and blood gushed out. Then there were two "Dangdang" sounds. Ah Qi's fist hit the body of the sword and blocked the flying sword. For a moment, the light of swords kept on in the hall, and the sound of metal fighting kept on.

After a while of fighting, ah Qi gradually adapted to Huang Xiangyun's rhythm and completely blocked his attack. Even his fist almost hit him in the face several times. If Huang Xiangyun hadn't condensed his sword spirit and his sword was like an arm, he would have died long ago.

With "Dang!" With a bang, ah Qi's fist hit Huang Xiangyun's sword heavily. A force of impact spread from the sword, which made the hall extremely chaotic. The furniture decoration turned to the ground. This scale was no longer caused by concentration.

Looking at the young man full of wounds in front of him, Huang Xiangyun's face was incredible. He is a Jian Xiu who condenses the meaning of the sword. He can't help but be a child in a gathering atmosphere. No one can believe what he says. After another fierce fight, they fought hard again, and then separated by strength.At this time, ah Qi had more than a dozen wounds on his body, and he was bleeding, but he didn't seem to feel pain. His eyes were filled with infinite fighting spirit, and it seemed that there was still a trace of excitement.

Huang Xiangyun on the other side is not much better. His natural and unrestrained posture has long been gone. At this time, his hair is messy, his clothes are dirty, and the trembling flying sword is now dark.

Huang Xiangyun's mind gradually showed a little uneasiness. He suddenly shook his head. His reason still overcame that uneasiness. His mind moved. His whole body's spiritual power gathered on the sword in his hand, and the dark flying sword trembled again. Huang Xiangyun raised his trembling flying sword and stabbed it out. He felt that it was the strongest sword he had ever stabbed since his cultivation.

Ah Qi stood in the same place without any action, quietly waiting for the flying sword to stab. As the flying sword got closer and closer, ah Qi's sense of war became more and more fierce.

The flying sword was only three inches away from his eyes, and Huang Xiangfei's momentum soared to the strongest, even stronger than before.

Feeling the sharp breath in front of him, ah Qi suddenly grinned, and the young man with all the wounds laughed.

The black eyes full of war spirit and white teeth are deeply imprinted in Huang Xiangyun's eyes. All of a sudden, he felt as if he was wrong. He shouldn't rush to the boy and wave his sword at him.

Facts also proved that Huang Xiangyun was indeed wrong. The flying sword stopped three inches in front of ah Qi's eyes, and he could not move forward any more because the boy's two palms had tightly clamped the body of the sword.

The sword was still shaking, but the boy's hands were still motionless. On the palm of his hand, blood red thunder and lightning burst out violently. The excited smile made Huang Xiangyun's uneasiness turn into deep fear.

Looking at the flying sword stopped in front of him, ah Qi's smile became more and more prosperous, and the bloody God thunder suddenly rioted, and the red light became more and more prosperous, and the thunder and lightning became more and more fierce.

"Bang!" With the sound of the earth, the trembling flying sword was abruptly broken by ah Qi in Huang Xiangyun's face.

"It's impossible. How can humans in the atmosphere have such speed and power? What kind of monster are you?" Huang Xiangyun's face was unbelievable and he cried in a panic.

"I'm not a monster."

"Bang!"

With another sound, Huang Xiangyun's figure flew out, hit the wall heavily and slid to the ground.

"My name is ah Qi." Ah Qi said coldly.