Chapter 15 Whoever loses will die

"Presumptuous-" Thunder fell and sent back a violent shout. Lingxiao was excited, and the heat wave swept away, the clouds and fog dissipated, and an old man in silver robe appeared. Wearing a brocade belt at his waist, holding a folding fan in his hand, his white hair, and a childlike face... "He was shrouded in his Taoist realm and was hidden within thousands of feet by him..." He couldn't help but be shocked.

Her pupils shrank slightly and looked at the emblem under his shoulder. She saw the crystal bright. Between two inches of squares, there were 2,500 "diamonds" piled up, and she couldn't help taking a cold breath: "Great martial artist..."

"Nine is big, and Dongying's nine sections of 'Martial Arts' deserve to be called 'Great Martial Arts'..." Rong Xue would be surprised, and her heart was slightly awe-inst, and she asked with a sinking face, "How do you know?"

"Dongying has a clear level, and only those who have reached the 'nine stages' can wear silver. Only those who are 'stepping on the sky' are matched with brocade. Ling Xiao was flustered, took a deep breath, and sorted out his thoughts by saying: "2,500 people are teachers. The 'ethnic emblem' under his shoulder is made of 2,500 'diamonds', which is also their most sacred symbol. When they work with people of equal strength, they will wear the clan emblem to show their respect.

"A rival of equal strength... So, is it for me?" Rong Xue frowned and shouted in a low voice, "Hey, take another step, die!" The words followed, a white light flashed, and another thunder bolt was drawn on a sunny day.

"Wolite!" The old man snorted softly and raised his right hand. The mana hit each other with a "bang-" explosion.

He stepped on the waves, looked at Rong Xue, and slowly said, "If I were a lady, I wouldn't be so impulsive..." The thunder and lightning only made his clothes light, but his body trembled and did not tremble.

"If I go to sneak attack others, I will also tiptoe..." Rong Xue is angry and funny, which shows that he is restrained and full of energy. He can't see weaknesses and feels difficult to deal with. He hummed and shouted in a low voice: "If you have something to say, you have nothing to leave!"

The old man's face was slightly dark. He looked at Rong Xue and slowly said, "Battle!" The two words are out, and the wind and thunder are echoed.

Lingxiao's Taoist realm has not been collected, and he is deterred by his power. He only feels dizzy and short of breath. His throat is sweet, and his body staggers. He spit out a mouthful of blood and almost fell off the mast. She looked up at Rong Hui and saw that the fireball had swelled to more than 60 feet, more than 30 feet away from the "heaven and earth spirit" outside the arrogance. She couldn't help but worry. Knowing that he couldn't help, he jumped down, fell on the bow deck, and stared at it.

When Rong Xue saw that Rong Hui had left the customs early, she couldn't help but have a headache. He secretly scolded "Madman" and rushed out in the wind. He laughed and asked, "Yes, what if you are defeated..."

The old man looked at the warship in the green vine and slowly said, "There is no blame for this..."

"Whoever loses, who dies!" Rong Xue sneered, made a seal in her left hand, turned into a sword light, and went straight to the old man. The sharpness has not stopped, and the sword spirit has locked the old man's body.

"Good swordsmanship..." Hundreds of feet away, the old man saw the sword spirit flying, sink his face and continued, "But your breath is scattered, you are in a trance, and your blood is impatient... These are all taboos in martial arts..." While talking, he inserted the folding fan back into his belt, pulled out the long blade from his waist, held his hands straight, and blocked it in front of him.

The sword roared and rushed ten feet in front of the old man. The blue light suddenly burst out. The old man waved a knife and cut it in vain, and his body retreated violently. The knife took off his hand and just broke the shackles outside. His shadow flashed hundreds of feet away, and he was out of the sword between the lightning and stone fire. The position, force moment and strength are all wonderfully grasped to the top.

Rong Xue's body method is combined, and with a blow, it naturally falls into the air. The old man saw it from afar and slowly said, "Gay, gather but not condense. Strength, not strong. You, you lost..." The long knife raised its head, and the crags stepped hard on the waves and rushed out. The body is more clever than a civet cat. Like a flying leopard, but more fierce. Like an eagle, but more spicy.

Ling Xiao watched the battle and saw the sharpness take the lead. The figure shook, which had blocked the sword spirit and cut it down with a knife. This knife is neither eye-catching nor shocking momentum. Compared with the opponent, it's just faster, more stable, more accurate and more ruthless...

In her eyes, her mind was shocked, and she only saw that the lightning and stone fire were divided into nine, or into the sky, or into the sea, or left and right, or disappeared in place... The blade went into the sea with a "bang-" explosion. Water vapor rises and rises to the ninth place.

A hundred feet of water flies, and a circle of huge waves swings. Seeing that the sword light flew away, split the waves and cut the waves, she was able to escape, so she had time to take a cold breath: "This man's swordsmanship is old and the cohesion of strength, which is actually so horrible..."

The nine swords showed their magical power and gathered hundreds of feet away, and a soft hum came out. Rong Xue staggered out, his foothold was unstable, and he saw the sharpness of the knife. The "great martial artist" had raised his long blade and rushed ten feet away. Before the blade arrived, the unprecedented murderous atmosphere was like an iron pliers, holding his throat.

She developed wisdom in a hurry and settled her mind. When the long blade was not cut, she withdrew and retreated. Between breathing, he saw that the "great martial artist" had rushed to him, but the long white blade did not move, and he couldn't help but worry: "Is he ghost, or am I wrong..." He was only shocked by the imminent murderous spirit.

She was panicked, didn't think too much, and encouraged her to retreat. The great martial artist raised his knife and swept obliquely, not in a hurry or slow, and did not move, like a shadow. Under this knife, fighting the land is not only cultivation, but also Taoism, experience, determination and skills. Even if you are a little unlucky, there is a difference between victory and defeat, and the difference between life and death.

Ling Xiao saw the two people's breath climb up, one step in and one retreat, but they are only ten feet apart. In a blink of an eye, they have flown to the edge of the sky, and a heart has also jumped to their throat: "This is the battle between masters... Where on earth are they going to retreat..."

She saw that Rong Xue was inexperienced and wanted to catch up with her to help. It could be seen that the two of them were in the sky and disappeared at the end of the sky. I have just been broken by the "great martial artist". How can I catch up? Looking up and seeing that the fireball was expanding more and more slowly, Rong Hui began to pass vitality again, and he did not dare to leave. He just hoped that there would be no one else.

Rong Hui is in the fire, spreading his thoughts, and the creatures within thousands of miles are all in his palm. Looking at Rong Xue's fight with the "great martial master", one is determined to kill, and the other has no sharpness. One is fierce and the other is timid. One experienced and the other's real move, which is not as beautiful as what she said, is not at all... He cut two moves in a row and couldn't help scolding a "stubbler".

The "dead power" in his body has been revived, his vitality has not been enough, and it has begun to pass away again. Turning back, he found that the two had flown out of a hundred miles. Rong Xue had not yet escaped, and had another headache: "I'd better help you first..." His mind turned sharply, and he was absorbed in the "great martial artist" and secretly sneered: "Playing with soul oppression in front of this god, you are still a little tender... thorn-"