Chapter 82 Don't run that boy

(Sorry, I'm late today. I'm very sorry.)

"Looking for death."

The smile on Yang Xiaojie's face disappeared in an instant. He was the god son of Yang Haotian, the owner of the Eastern European city, and the young city owner of the Eastern European city. Under Yang Haotian's careful cultivation, Yang Xiaojie's anger cultivation can be said to be pure, but looking at the smiling face and listening to Su Xiaoqi's extremely serious and playful words, Yang Xiaojie's heart seemed to be suddenly scratched by a cat.

After Yang Xiaojie said a sentence, he stopped talking. He felt that the guy opposite did not deserve to be so kind to him. Qing Ajian slowly stretched out, his spiritual power bloomed, and there was a cold light in the snow.

Su Xiaoqi still looked at each other with a smile, but his hand interrupted the black light of the sword and oozed a little red star from the tip of the sword.

"Break!"

Yang Xiaojie suddenly rushed into the air, and Qing Ajian cut down from the air with the sound of wind.

Su Xiaoqi's expression was solemn. After all, this was the first time he faced the enemy. He was good at killing some jackals, tigers and leopards, but he felt it was the first time he had killed them.

The sword came quickly, and Su Xiaoqi cut up with a broken sword. His expression is very solemn, because he really doesn't know what will happen next? Maybe it will be cut in two by the other party.

The pulse layer faces the 35th layer of the pulse layer. In the eyes of any practitioner, this is an absolute dragonfly shaking the tree and is looking for death.

Su Xiaoqi is not looking for death. He just wants to fight. After practicing for so long, he felt that he should not be chased around like a rabbit.

Bum!

The two sword lights collided in mid-air, and the several meters long blue light fell from the sky like a rotten wood breaking into two pieces with the sound of a sharp axe under the bombardment of the black broken sword. The half of Su Xiaoqi's head disappeared in an instant. Only a few feet of long green fell down and slashed in the snow in front of Su Xiaoqi.

"How is this possible?"

Yang Xiaojie couldn't help but take two steps, and his expression was very surprised. He looked at Su Xiaoqi as if he were looking at a very familiar and suddenly strange friend.

Su Xiaoqi's arm was sore, but he was more surprised. After a long time, he smiled: "Wow, it seems that I'm not as bad as I thought."

Yang Xiaojie was stunned for a moment, and immediately rushed forward. Qing Ajian stabbed forward, and a strong wind rushed to Su Xiaoqi.

Su Xiaoqi's body is motionless, and he is sensing the change of the broken sword and also understands the operation of the spiritual power of the snow mountain.

Yang Xiaojie's figure was very fast, and his feet almost floated through the snow. The long sword was about to stab in front of Su Xiaoqi.

Su Xiaoqi raised his hand and was cutting. He didn't know any moves or learned any sword moves. The most powerful swordsmanship he has ever seen is Bai Yutang's nine-day dragon-killing formula. Looking at the sword light rushing towards him, he learned from Bai Yutang and cut it with his sword.

Su Xiaoqi cut into the air, and the sword suddenly disappeared from Su Xiaoqi's eyes. The broken sword cut out a half-meter-long sword blade in the snow.

"The infinite magic sword."

Yang Xiaojie turned around, and Qing Ajian turned and cut Su Xiaoqi's left arm from the other direction.

"I'll wipe it!"

Su Xiaoqi quickly retreated and turned over with a broken sword.

Yang Xiaojie's footsteps are changing, and Qing's sword is changing around Su Xiaoqi as if he were stabbing from all directions.

Su Xiaoqi's face turned pale and sweated coldly on his back. Wuji Fantasy Sword, why does he think it is like the twelve shadowless swords he has seen in the Demon Sect? It's just that the Twelve Shadowless Swords are more fierce and strange than it.

The infinite magic sword is a unique swordsmanship of the Wuji Palace. Yang Xiaojie is smart and exquisite, so he learned the essence of swordsmanship from Qu Qingyang.

Su Xiaoqi stood in the snow, and the piercing cold wind blew, but there was a cold sweat on his forehead. Yang Xiaojie's body changed from time to time, and Qing Ajian turned into several blue lights and kept stabbing from all directions.

"Sneer!"

Su Xiaoqi felt a pain in his back and suddenly turned his sword and cut down with the sound of wind and thunder.

Yang Xiaojie's figure changed his position and appeared on the other side of Su Xiaoqi, and Qing Ajian stabbed straight out.

Bum!

Yang Xiaojie's arm stopped, and Qing Ajian also stopped in mid-air. There was a muffled sound from the tip of the sword as if it had stabbed a stone.

"I'll wipe it!"

Su Xiaoqi was shocked and thought that he must have died this time. However, Yang Xiaojie's figure suddenly retreated far away.

He looked at Su Xiaoqi as if he were looking at a monster.

"I'm dead, I'm dead."

Su Xiaoqi stretched out his hand to touch his abdomen, which was the place where Yang Xiaojie stabbed him.

"Oh!"

Su Xiaoqi did not touch the blood, so even he was shocked and thought that it was difficult for the guy opposite to show mercy. Impossible? Su Xiaoqi for a while** and then he was curious to see the back of his hand, which was dyed with a layer of blood.

"What's going on?"

Su Xiaoqi couldn't figure out why he suddenly lost the color of his body, and it was so difficult that he was poisoned. But unlike him, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all, but felt full of strength.

Su Xiaoqi waved his arm and gave birth to life. He punched into the snow, and the snow in front of him exploded like a firecracker buried in a thick snow mass when he was a child.

"Come and fight."

Su Xiaoqi was brilliant, holding a broken sword with one hand and pointed to Yang Xiaojie as if he were a peerless master inviting him to fight. He thinks that he is the real Su Xiaoqi at this moment.

Yang Xiaojie didn't understand how he could meet such a weirdo. He was simply a monster. His sword can't pierce his skin. In the world of cultivation, he has never seen such a strange situation except for a master of great perfection who has stepped on hundreds of layers of pulses. It is difficult to say that the guy opposite has reached the level of great perfection, but he is obviously just a layer of pulse. The first layer of veins is just a person who has just stepped on the threshold of training and is also a waste.

But is he a waste?

"Keven Star Fist."

Yang Xiaojie shouted, turned over the sword and bent his left right arm, and then punched forward.

Su Xiaoqi's confidence has doubled, thinking that your sword can't hurt me with a broken fist and can't stand me. What's more, your seven-star boxing is not authentic at all. So he punched the boxing light with an arc.

Bum!

The seven-star boxing light collided with Su Xiaoqi's fist, and the golden yellow light exploded like a fireworks and disappeared at the tip of Su Xiaoqi's fist.

"Is that all you can do?"

Su wants to laugh. When did the fucking old man become so powerful? The world is invincible.

Yang Xiaojie made another seven-star punch. His figure moved forward quickly with the light of the fist. Qing's sword was handed over his right hand, and the sword body was pulled behind him. Like dragging a broom behind him, the tip of the sword drew a straight line in the snow, shining in the blue snow.

"Two swords grab beads."

After Su Xiaoqi smashed the seven-star fist, he saw a blue light in front of him. He did not hesitate to break his sword and cut directly to the blue light.

Bum!

The blue light shattered, Su Xiaoqi's body shook, and his feet retreated. Under that blue light, he suddenly saw a sword front without any light but exuding coldness.

The sword had come to him close to his eyebrows, only an inch away from piercing his eyes.

At this moment, Su Xiaoqi was so cold that he sweated in an instant. Although he is retreating, the sword is also moving forward and will pierce his eye frame in the blink of an eye.

This move to grab pearls with two swords is the secret of Eastern European cities, which is to hurt the enemy with a blow of fish eyes and beads. Although Su Xiaoqi's whole body is as hard as a rock, his eyes may not be as good as the cold sword.

At that moment, Su Xiao was shocked and had an impulse to cry. How he wanted the sword to stop, but the sword or the person holding the sword did not mean to stop at all.

So instinctively, he stretched out his left hand and grabbed his sword.

Squeak!

Su Xiaoqi originally thought that the sword would definitely break his five fingers and continue to move forward and finally blind his eyes. What surprised him was that the sword stopped in his hand and fixed in front of his eyes. So he also stopped retreating.

The two figures are fixed in the cold wind and in the snow. If bystanders see this scene, they will not think that they are fighting like sword dancing.

Su was stunned. He looked at his left hand, which seemed to be stained with blood, before he realized what was going on. Yang Xiaojie was more surprised than him. He didn't expect that the other party's reaction would be so fast. Seeing that the sword was about to blind the other party's eyes, it suddenly stopped in his hand.

Yang Xiaojie was shocked and the spiritual power of the snowy mountains and seas spewed out. He wants to send the sword forward.

Squeak!

The sword gave a slight tremor but did not move.

"Do you still have a sword?"

Su Xiaoqi's expression gradually relaxed. After asking this sentence, he stood with the broken sword in front of his right hand and lifted it up.

Yang Xiaojie's heart shook slightly, and then he let go and his body exploded instantly. The Qing A sword fell into Su Xiaoqi's hand.

Su Xiaoqi held the sword with his left hand and his right hand, and his two hands suddenly raised.

"No."

Bum!

The broken sword collided with the Qing's sword, and a black light flashed on the broken sword, and the Qing's sword was broken into two pieces.

"You-"

Yang Xiaojie's face changed greatly, and he couldn't speak for a moment when he looked at his love sword.

"You still care about your sword."

Su Xiaoqi stepped out of two big pits in the snow and rushed forward quickly in front of him.

Yang Xiaojie couldn't laugh and turned around and ran to the Eastern European city. At this moment, he ran in a mess without any elegance, and he was as anxious as a homeless dog. He was scared by Su Xiaoqi, but his pulse was invulnerable. How could such a monster come from under the world?

"Young City Lord." The guards guarding the gate of the Eastern European city saw that the young city owner also saw Su Xiaoqi's figure. After a burst of surprise, they pulled out their long swords one after another.

"Hi!"

Su Xiaoqi suddenly shouted, "Don't run, give back your sword."

In the shouting, everyone saw the Qing's sword that broke through the air, but they didn't know why the Qing'a sword was broken. Listening to the sound of breaking the air behind him, Yang Xiaojie straddled violently.

A crisp sound was the sound of a sword piercing into the skin. Yang Xiaojie couldn't figure out why he still didn't dodge this sword.

"Young Lord."

Looking at Yang Xiaojie who fell into the snow, a group of guards were surprised and shouted to rush out of the Eastern European city.

Su Xiaoqi's arm made a move, and a dark shadow jumped from Yang Xiaojie's body and flew back.

"Don't worry, he won't die."

Su Xiaoqi threw the broken sword into the air and jumped up. The broken sword carried him to the distance.