Chapter 207 The Family Stick Method

"Brother, is he a fairy? How can he fly so high and run so fast? I can't believe it's true. At least we are also at the level of Jianzong among human beings. What's going on?" Little Donald's face was pale and his face was depressed, as if he had lost confidence in the world and his own skills. He could only rely gently on his eldest brother's shoulder and shake weakly.

Nonal shook his head, "He is not a fairy, he should be a person with excellent light skills, and it is beyond our imagination. But don't worry, as long as the eldest brother helps you, this guy will definitely be captured.

"Big brother, really, you have to teach him a good lesson." Little Donald looked blankly, like a poor child, looking at the eldest brother helplessly.

"Of course, you are my own brother." Nandnal nodded and said affirmatively.

"Hmm. Brother, what should we do now? This guy seems to be difficult to deal with." Little Donal looked at Qingyu on the opposite side. The white clothes floated like ghosts and evil spirits, and his body trembled violently. He felt that what had just happened, as if he had not woken up as yesterday.

Nandonal looked at Qingyu, who was still smiling in front of him, and frowned fiercely. "What's the purpose of his coming? If it is to provoke the conflict between us, but he did so, it made my conflict with little Donal easily resolve, which does not achieve his purpose. Doesn't he care how many of us there are, but just playing with us? After playing, kill us all."

"No," Nan Donal shook his head and shook his head affirmatively. "That man's purpose is definitely not here. Otherwise, it won't take a lot of effort. Is it possible that he only has light skills, and the rest are pretentious? Well, that's for sure."

After thinking about this, Nandner looked sideways at the direction of Qingyu and lowered his body slightly.

"Little Donal, don't let him run away from the top with a stick from above. I copy from the bottom of the bread. In this way, I don't believe he can still run away."

"Well, like this..." Little Donal's eyes flashed slightly with a cold light. "I use a stick, and you hit it with a stick."

"Oh?" Nan Donal looked at little Donal with admiration. He didn't expect that when this boy was calm, his mind was still very smart. After this time, he gave him the position of the head of the demon wolf clan. Anyway, he had been looking forward to it for so long, and he was also his own brother.

"Well, that's it. Hurry!!!"

The thought in his heart flashed by, and Nantonal's face changed slightly and gradually became cold. His body turned violently, as if he was going in the direction of his back, but with the help of the power of his back, he rushed forward fiercely. In just a moment, his speed could be said to have reached his limit. .

It can be imagined that the speed of a strong man at the level of Jianzong will never be very slow. Although their demon wolf looks very heavy, even Murong Qiushui, who was watching the play on the periphery, couldn't help looking at it with surprise. Their internal strength, strength, speed and strength of Jianzong are not comparable to their own. .

Little Donald saw his brother come to the top and was happy. Sure enough, his brother's speed was better. A shout in your mouth,

"Ky, take your life. The great way to destroy the world.

For a while, the shadow of the man was in the east, and the shadow of the stick was like a star all over the sky. The shadow of the stick falling from the sky, and the body of Qingyu was still motionless.

Qing Yu did not move. Yes, he didn't even blink his eyes at all, or he didn't even change his smiling face at all, because his eyes did not stare at little Donal, but at Nan Donal, who suddenly came close in the distance, but suddenly retreated.

Or, he saw through the conspiracy and tricks of Nandonald and Little Donald. He believed that the real killing move was in Nandonald's hands, not this seemingly small Donald's chaotic method of destroying the world.

"Why is he still motionless?" The corners of little Donal's mouth were slightly twitching. When he found that Qingyu was still as motionless as he had just dealt with himself, and whether he would disappear like a ghost again. Thinking of this, little Donal couldn't help but feel a little fear in his heart.

Can't help his random thinking, the dead corner that Nan Donal can't hide in Qing Yu's eyes is to hide by little Donal's chaotic stick to destroy the world. He wants to release his desperate way. But he suddenly found that little Donal's action had become slow, and his mind was not working, as if he was thinking about something.

With a burst of shouting, Nantonal's face was ugly. If Qingyu made a sneak attack at this time, and if Qingyu was a guy who was equally determined by his body and martial arts, then he and Little Donald would be desperate on the spot.

"Little Donal, what the hell are you thinking, come on!!!"

A shout made little Donald return from her magical space to the real world,

"Ah...what's wrong with me"

At this moment, he came to his senses and looked at Qingyu in front of him again in a panic. He saw a trace of brightness in Qingyu's eyes, and his eyes stared straight at him, as if he had a frightening soul power.

Little Donald's face changed,

"It's not good" quickly jumped away, because Qingyu's eyes already represented his intention to attack, but Qingyu never moved.

"Sult" Nan Donal lacked little Donal's cover and the existence as a cover, and secretly scolded little Donal for being unable to calm down. What was he doing at this critical juncture. Now I can only pray that my stick rule can work, but Qingyu's light body skill can't be seen at this moment.

But is all this possible? I stood in the distance and watched the attack of little Donal and the man in white. However, in an instant, the man in white's face was not red or breath, and he had already soared into the air and flashed several times of little Donal's fast stick method.

Even Rodonald of the One Star Sword Sect can't guarantee that he can get a stick near his brow, and he can easily flash it. Even if he doesn't hit important key parts, he will hit some small injuries around him, such as shoulders and scraping skin.

But the young man Qingyu could do it, but he did it. I have to say that this is not his luck, definitely not his luck.

Nandonal can only harden his scalp, "Rolling Law, Big Devil Rolling Law!!! The stick in troubled times is only for me.

For a while, stronger vigor than the little Donald's stick came to Qingyu's face, and Qingyu only felt a strong breath rushing towards him.

"Yes, it's really the internal interest of Jianzong level"

I only saw that the shadow of the stick in the sky of Nan Donal is not as miscellaneous as that of the little Donal. But that strength, the suspension of energy in the air, is definitely not comparable to the range of stick method of little Donal.

If Little Donald's stick is a comprehensive blow around Sunday, then Nan Donald's stick is to narrow the attack range, increase strength and strength, concentrate strength and strength on one point injury, and give the enemy a stronger blow.

"Drink"

Nantonal's stick kept hitting Qing Yu's head, shoulders, heart and arms. But he couldn't hit it in any place, and Nan Donal's surprise was self-evident.

It's not surprising that he can avoid his sticking methods from a distance, but it's just because his light skills or body skills are too fast to avoid these sticking methods. But at this moment, my stick is mixed with a strong atmosphere of hatred, that is, the power emitted by my internal force.

This energy wraps every stick swing. Even if it does not hit the other party's head, it will wipe a blood mark on the other party's scalp and make the other party have traces of injury. However, I am so close to this young man in white, and it is such a strong attack.

High-intensity attack, mixed with strength, even one centimeter and two centimeters will have strength. It is impossible for this young man not to be injured.

But he really didn't get hurt. And he calmly dodged his sticking, and his body did not move, or he did not move his feet, but stood still to let himself fight. I can't even hit myself.

The strong sense of shame made Nandnal angry. It aggravated and accelerated my stick method, and the result was still the same. I couldn't touch it or touch it.

Nonard began to believe in this young man. This young man in white is absolutely not a simple thing, because this young man in white is in close contact with his stick, but there is nothing at all.

There are only two possibilities. First, this young man's martial arts are several times better than himself. This level of attack has no damage at all for him. It must be *Xingjian Sect, or Jiansheng or above. If it's a swordsman, do you still need to reason with them? Just destroy their demon wolf clan directly.

Second, this teenager's body skills are indeed too powerful, and his internal martial arts are almost the same as his own, so he can meet his own strong stick, and it is just right. These sticks couldn't hit him, just because he calculated just right that it would not affect his skin and his body.

If he is the first kind, then he can imagine that there is another swordsman in the world? Why don't he know it, but it's reasonable that he doesn't know, because they haven't been out in the snowy mountains all year round, and of course they rarely know anything outside. However, for the people of the Central Plains, their divine power can only be inherited and cannot be cultivated, and there are only a few strong swordsmen. It is unimaginable when there will be such a young man.