This sword is no longer something that anyone can avoid.

Xiaomeng had a good prediction. Even Yang Yu was inseparable from Qiu Li at such a distance.

However, Qiu Li's sword tip had two more fingers.

This finger is naturally Yang Yu's finger - index finger and middle finger.

Isn’t Lu Xiaofeng’s spiritual finger always just a martial art that is impossible to defend?

This is a fingering move, but the main purpose is not an offensive, but a pursuit of foolproof defense. In any case where defense is impossible, you can use two fingers to prevent the opponent's attack.

This is a very exquisite martial art formed by the Qiankun finger of Shen Lang, the father of Shen Daxiao, and the guidance of Xiangshuai Chu Liuxiang.

But Xiaomeng finds it difficult to understand the mystery of this martial arts.

She only knew that her foolproof sword was broken by the other party with two fingers.

This is a great shame and an extreme blow to any genius.

If it was Xiaoyaozi or other Taoist masters, he would already know at this time that he should not be Yang Yu's opponent. The most important thing to do is to put down the sword and have a good talk.

But Xiaomeng is Xiaomeng after all, and today's Taoist Tiansect is the first person in the Taoist sect except Bei Mingzi who is not born.

The sword she didn't allow her to be fully confident was easily broken by someone.

There is a whisk behind the hilt of Qiu Li Jian, which makes this sharp blade more changes.

The tip of the sword was locked firmly by Yang Yu with one finger, as if a piece of steel was inserted. No matter how Xiaomeng pulled it out several times, it did not loosen at all.

Looking at the corner of Yang Yu's chuckling mouth, Xiaomeng's heart did not feel panic. The whisk at the hilt of the sword instantly twitched towards Yang Yu's neck. If it was rolled tightly, it would definitely be that Yang Yu's head would be rolled off directly.

Yang Yu would never let the whisk roll easily into himself.

His index finger bent and flicked slightly, directly hitting Xiaomeng's sword.

With a "buzzing", Qiu Li trembled, but it directly shook the power on the sword body, which made Xiaomeng's arm numb, and Qiu Li suddenly escaped!

Xiaomeng jumped high and grabbed Qiuli's hilt.

But the swordsman was confiscated and he was completely defeated.

"Orchid brushes his vagina!"

Xiaomengzhi felt an inexplicable breeze blowing through her body, and then she couldn't move.

Holding a long sword in his hand, he stood there like a sculpture, with a rare look of panic in his eyes, and then he hid.

But how can this be hidden from Yang Yu's eyes?

"Are you afraid of death?"

Yang Yu walked to Xiaomeng and asked with a smile.

The two were very close, and Yang Yu shook his fan. The wind blowing from the fan could even blow Xiaomeng's hair.

"Life and death are ridiculous things."

Xiaomeng calmed down and said lightly.

"Oh? A person who doesn't care about life and death, I don't know if it doesn't care about everything else..."

Yang Yu directly stretched out his hand and held Xiaomeng's chin, and his face was almost about to be close to Xiaomeng's face.

The two of them were almost entangled in their breaths. Yang Yu took a deep breath, and a faint fragrance like orchids in the valley.

Xiaomeng's continuous redness reached the root of her ears, and it was hot, and the heat almost burned Yang Yu's skin hurt.

Fortunately, Yang Yu’s face is not too thin.

"Don't have to think about breaking my sealed acupoints. No one in this world can do it. Even if you cut off your meridians by yourself, I won't be disgusted with a beautiful beauty like you, even if her meridians are broken."

Yang Yu's slid directly from Xiaomeng's face, reached the jade neck, and then slowly slid to the back and then to the waist.

The waist has always been one of the most sensitive things for women, so Yang Yu naturally knew it.

Although Xiaomeng's body was restrained, she still had the right to tremble.

At this time, her body was trembling so much that it was unreasonable, but she bit her lips tightly and tried her best to calm herself down.

"You have never even cared about life and death, so why should you care about this mere skin? If you want me to see, it would be better to forget my spoils and will be my own from now on."

Yang Yu smiled slightly, like a complete prodigal son.

If the hand goes down further, it will reach Xiaomeng's perky buttocks.

However, Yang Yu's hand moved beside me, stretched out his thumb and pressed it against Xiaomeng's left waist. Then he gently turned his palm along the center of the circle with his thumb, and then pressed it down gently.

"Um……"

Suddenly, Xiaomeng let out a "moan", and she felt a sensation of itch coming from her left waist.

Few people know that Master Xiaomeng of Tianzong is actually afraid of itching. Perhaps even Master Bei Mingzi has never known this.

With a "swish", Qiu Li slashed Yang Yu with a sword.

However, Yang Yu's figure disappeared faintly, and Yang Yu's figure appeared on the small stone bridge not far away.

Xiaomeng killed him, just a afterimage.

Yang Yu would never stay where she could cut the acupoints after she untie her acupoints.

"Have you tried to follow someone's pace?"

Yang Yu smiled evilly and glanced at Xiaomeng, then shook his head and slowly walked up the mountain.

Xiaomeng's eyes shook for a moment, then a firm look appeared in her eyes, staring at Yang Yu's back, and followed step by step.

Xiaomeng has only been more than ten years in this life. Because she is too strong, she has never found anything that she can do with all her strength in her life.

Now, it has been found.

Taoist Tianzong.

It has been a long time since anyone came to worship the mountain.

When the little Taoist priests saw a young man shaking a folding fan and slowly walked up the mountain, there was a little curiosity in their eyes.

However, the current sect leader Xiaomeng followed the young master, so no one came to stop him. Instead, he took the power of the Taoist sect one by one, and then curiously looked at the young master secretly.

When the young master walked to the mountainside, when the gate of Tianzong was not in the gate, he turned left and went to a small path next to him.

Xiaomeng's eyes showed a trace of doubt, but she followed.

On the left is a circling path with some moss on the steps, which looks a bit slippery, but someone stepped on a very dry footprint in the middle.

These are left behind when the wood-haired people are traveling at the foot of the mountain.

Although Tianzong is on the mountain, he will never let the villagers at the foot of the mountain go up the mountain to collect firewood.

A graceful butterfly fell on Yang Yu's shoulders.

Yang Yu ignored it, but Xiaomeng stopped, nodded slightly, bowed, and stood still.
Chapter completed!