Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

When these words fell, the court immediately fell silent.

The complexion of the people at Ziyangmen remained unchanged, while the people of the Lingsu faction were whispering, their voices were frightened and angry, but they did not dare to attack.

Gu Wu and Miao Yuantong looked at each other, and they could see the hesitation and surprise in each other's eyes.

Duan Buping made this move, obviously because he has a certain degree of confidence in his son.

But this period of virtue is reported to be only a swinger, young, and only one or two years after the advancement.

And they had cultivated zhenqi as early as more than ten years ago, and their martial arts accumulation must far surpass each other.

In my heart, I am not afraid!

"Deacon Duan." Miao Yuantong hesitated, still saying:

"Competition and skill will inevitably hurt each other's harmony. I'm afraid it's wrong. We might as well wait until I send the elders back to discuss this matter."

"What?" Duan De stepped forward, his expression cold:

"Do you look down on Duan, or the Lingsu School is really unmanned, and you don't even have this blood."

"Humph!"

He snorted softly and said:

"If this is the case, I don't think I need to wait for the remnants of the Black Evil Cult to take action, you have already run away watching the wind!"

"You..." Gu Wu's expression changed, and he was about to step forward immediately.

"Okay!" Miao Yuantong said suddenly, stretched out his hand to stop Gu Wu, and took the initiative to clasp his fists and arch his hands:

"Since Mr. Duan said so, if I wait and shirk again, I won't give you face."

"Miao is not talented, I would like to learn the master's tricks first!"

While speaking, he winked at Gu Wu secretly.

Obviously, today, I am afraid that I will not be able to hide from the fight, so it is better to take the opportunity to frustrate the opponent's face.

In terms of strength, he is inferior to Gu Wu.

This time the first shot, one can try the depth of Duan De, and the other can consume the opponent's physical strength even if it is lost.

certainly.

He didn't think he would lose.

"Okay!" Duan De raised his eyebrows and stepped forward again, raising one hand lightly to indicate:

"I heard that Hall Master Miao's magistrate's brushwork is exquisite and extraordinary, and it is also a special skill.

"It's easy to say, easy to talk." Miao Yuantong waved his hand, and everyone dispersed immediately, leaving a hollow space in the field:

"Miao is not talented enough to learn advanced martial arts, so I hope that Young Master Duan will show mercy later."

"Palace Master Miao is too Qian." Duan De chuckled and shook his head:

"Please!"

"Please!"

Miao Yuantong's complexion was solemn, and his hands were gently turned, and the two dull judge pens about a foot long had fallen into his palm.

The two eyes faced each other, the atmosphere in the field was frozen, and the invisible aura began to spread outward.

Mo Qiu was in the crowd, his eyes flashing.

He has been in Dong'an Mansion for three years, but first he used to go deep and simple, and secondly he was busy, but he rarely encountered situations of fighting in martial arts.

However, this place is prosperous in martial arts, far from being comparable to that of a small place like Jiaoxing City.

Miao Yuantong's martial arts comes from family heritage, and is incomparable with the core inheritance of the Damen Da sect. Looking at Dong'an Mansion, it is not ranked at all.

But in Corner Star City, even if it was Zhong Yunzhao, the number one master there, he might not be his opponent.

"Be careful!"

Miao Yuantong's low drink made Mo Qiu regain his senses in an instant.

I saw an illusory figure in the field, and the two judge's pens had pierced the land of Zhang Xu and pointed directly at Duan De's chest.

Fairies show the way!

This trick is a popular choice for martial arts, regardless of fist, sword, and palm.

But in the hands of Miao Yuantong, there is a sense of tempering, and the shape of the body has reached the edge.

A straight stabbing, the force can be called perfect, under the acquired realm, I am afraid that very few people can escape.

Mo Qiu also brightened his eyes.

"it is good!"

Duan De gave a light compliment, he didn't mean to draw his sword, just raised his right hand and flicked his fingers.

"Ding…"

When the finger touched the judge's pen made of stainless steel, there was a sound of metal and iron collision.

Miao Yuantong's complexion changed slightly, the front stroke used his strength to stroke, the back stroke followed in sequence, and pointed out a word of no.

This is a copybook of the style of Miao's brushwork, which integrates martial arts, calligraphy and even acupuncture techniques.

The words are like wild grass, the pen is swift, and he is best at close shorts.

For a while, Miao Yuantong changed his body shape, stabbing, slashing, and slanting with his pen, as if he was painting with a few strokes, his posture was crazy.

The strokes of dragons and snakes are as vigorous as mountains, and the sound of hissing through the sky makes people subconsciously cold all over the body.

Moqiu's eyes flickered, but his expression was slightly strange.

Miao Yuantong's strength is definitely not weak, every move is blessed with infuriating energy, and a seemingly random wave can smash mountains and rocks, and is powerful.

Compared with the fire-eyed golden eagle Ling Wan he had played against, the gap between the two was extremely obvious.

But for some reason, it was difficult to give him a sense of danger.

perhaps…

Have you become too much stronger before you know it?

Compared with Miao Yuantong's fierce offensive, Duan De's response seemed relaxed and easy.

Facing the offensive of the violent storm, he kept his feet on the ground and didn't move from beginning to end, and responded with his hands, fingers, or palms.

Every shot seemed unremarkable, but it was just right for the opponent to return without success.

Unable to attack for a long time, and even unable to detect the depth of the other party, Miao Yuantong's complexion couldn't help becoming more gloomy.

"drink!"

With a low drink, the speed of the judge's pen suddenly increased sharply, and the sound of breaking through the air almost became a line.

Dao Dao phantom shadows are intertwined, like a cursive script, which immediately covers Duan De.

This time.

Not only did Moqi's eyes shrink, Duan De also had a solemn expression, and he had to withdraw his sword out of its sheath.

"Zheng!"

"Ding Ding...Dangdang..."

The light of the knife was like an electric arc, and it suddenly tore and attacked. The two collided, and sparks splashed around.

When the sword was out, his eyes flashed a little purple.

The purple light is not obvious. If you don't check it carefully, you will definitely be ignored, but you can't hide it from the few people present.

"Ziyang Divine Art!"

"The word chasing soul electric sword!"

The expressions of Mo Qiu and Gu Wu all changed.

Ziyang divine art is the Ziyangmen's direct exercise method, and its importance is no less than that of Lingsu School's corresponding Lingsu Mind Method.

Only the core disciples of the sect can practice.

And the word chasing soul electric sword is also the famous swordsmanship of Ziyangmen, the famous martial arts of a certain powerful elder.

The appearance of these two exercises in one person means that this person must be a highly regarded disciple of Ziyang Sect.

Bohemian, sparse martial arts...

The rumors about Duan De may be rumored to be false!

The two of them could see that Miao Yuantong, who was fighting against him, knew that his complexion changed drastically.

However, when they are fighting, they are entangled with each other, and it is impossible to retreat at will.

At the moment, he bit his teeth, the true energy in his body rushed wildly, and the judge's pen was staggered down like clouds and moons.

Eighteen beatings of the Miao Family's clouds month by month!

"Heh..." The corner of Duan De's mouth was slightly raised, disdainfully light, and the long sword in his palm rose like a living thing.

Immediately, Jianguang suddenly started!

Like thunder and lightning tore through the clouds and fog, every lightning flashed across the square, violently urging everything in front of him.

The one-word soul chasing electric sword is known for its exquisiteness and speed, but it displays its domineering changes and equally powerful moves.

Miao Yuantong's eyes shrank, and his heart instantly chilled.

danger!

The surname Duan wants to kill!

Don't beg the body to collapse, UU read www.uukanshu.com subconsciously to take action, but some people move faster than him.

"Be merciful!"

Gu Wu, who was always ready to go, yelled, and dashed forward, slamming Duan De with both palms.

He knew that it was too late to intercept, and he could only save Miao Yuantong if he forced the opponent to return to defense.

The palm of the anger thunder palm is fierce, even the second-rate master dare not underestimate it, the palm is equally extraordinary.

"Good come!" Of course, Duan De couldn't choose to resist hard, returning to the sword to block, and screamed:

"Let me see, the real ability of the Lingsu School."

"Pick me sword dance from all directions!"

Before the sound fell, Jian Guang was already frantically rolling around, wrapping Gu Wu and Miao Yuantong in all directions. </div>