Zhuo Ping withdrew his sharp eyes, smiled slightly, and said with a fist: "I, Zhuo Ping of Tianhai Sword Sect, don't know which school the four young masters are?"

"Let's fight first." Xu Qingluo pulled out his sword and shook it gently, and the sword body shone with a clear light: "Let's fight us, let's talk about the sect."

"I beat the young and the old one," Zhou Yang curled his lips: "It is worthy of being the Tianhai Sword Sect, and this is the case with the famous sects."

Zhuo Ping laughed and said, "The sword skills of the four are extremely powerful, but is it because we have grudges when we come to our Tianhai Sword Sect?"

Zhou Yang sneered and said, "What does it mean to find your Tianhai Sword Sect? You came to us!"

"Hmm-?" Zhuo Ping's face was slightly dark and he frowned: "Come to you?"

Zhou Yang said angrily: "You disciples of Tianhai Sword Sect are really arrogant and arrogant. If you think we are annoying, you will deal with us."

Zhuo Ping turned his head and looked behind him.

Behind him were seven disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect, looking at each other when they heard this. They were not sure about the situation at that time.

All eight people at that time were seriously injured and all looked for a place to heal.

Shoulder injuries may seem like skin injuries, but they are crucial to swordsmen. If you are not careful and have poor recovery, it will greatly affect your swordsmanship.

Moreover, the shoulders are connected to the tendons, which is the most difficult to heal when damaging the tendons and bones. Even if there is a magic pill, it is not that easy.

Zhuo Ping turned around and smiled: "Then I want to apologize on behalf of the disciples, and the four young masters forgive me."

Zhou Yang snorted: "Fortunately, we still have some self-protection ability. The sword technique is okay. Otherwise, if we change to those who are not strong in martial arts, we would have been injured or even destroyed by your Tianhai Sword Sect disciples."

"It won't be ruined." Zhuo Ping shook his head.

Zhou Yang sneered: "Those eight guys are not upright and are worried that they have no place to vent, how could they spare us lightly!"

Xu Qingluo said: "Otherwise, there is no need for us to stab your arm and not let their injuries leave their hands. I am afraid that they will be resolute and even be red-eyed and die with us. You disciples of Tianhai Sword Sect can't be provoked, you can't be provoked!"

She shook her head and looked disapproving.

Zhuo Ping's face looked ugly.

I knew that the disciples were a little impetuous and arrogant in their behavior, and tried their best to restrain them, but after all, they were only elders and not the heads.

When Leng was there, it was not too much that he could suppress them. Now that he has no Parliament Leng, Parliament Zhao not only does not suppress it, but instead caters to them.

This made the disciples become more unscrupulous and more domineering and willful. It is really not a good thing.

Unfortunately, the elder is an old man and has never been trusted by Sect Zhao. He has always wanted to drive himself out of the position of elder and promote his own confidant.

So he didn't listen to his advice at all, but instead felt impatient and felt that he was too old-fashioned.

The Tianhai Sword Sect is no longer the Tianhai Sword Sect in Leng Feiqiong's era. It is already powerful enough. There is no need to hide your strength and keep a low profile. There is no need to be humble and humble. There is no need to be frustrated and crazy.

The swordsman is brave enough to move forward without the domineering attitude of moving forward. How can he practice swordsman well and how can he create a swordsman's state of mind?

As an elder, I can't fight against the head, I can only stare at me.

Now I finally saw the consequences. I have attracted a powerful opponent for nothing. This is a self-inflicted trouble!

Xu Qingluo shook his sword again, Qing Guangying said: "Elder Zhuo, are you still trying to do it?"

"Okay!" Zhuo Ping suppressed his anger and returned to his calmness.

Once you take action, you will only be the sword. All other emotions and thoughts will be abandoned. The heart and sword, the gods and swords are combined, and the energy and swords are combined.

"Please give me advice." Zhuo Ping drew his sword and his spirit was immediately connected with the long sword, and his spirit was as one.

He is the sword, and the sword is him.

The seven young men behind him suddenly felt solemn, their eyes lit up.

The Tianhai Sword Sect has its own exquisite sword techniques and an invincible sword technique in the world. However, sword techniques are practiced by people. They are learned when they see them and practice them.

They knew that they had a bright future, and the premise was to work hard to practice and practice to the level of Elder Zhuo.

Xu Qingluo looked solemn and nodded slightly.

He is worthy of being the elder of the Tianhai Sword Sect. He is not a little better than the eight young masters of the Tianhai Sword Sect in front.

The degree of unity of the sword god alone is far stronger than that of the accumulated skills of time and cannot be underestimated.

"Swish!" Zhuo Ping's long sword stabbed out, and a white air appeared in the void and covered the sword, which was incredibly fast.

"Ding..." Xu Qingluo waved a clear light and the sword tips collided.

Zhuo Ping looked solemn and stabbed out again.

Once you use the sword, your heart will be free from distractions, no sorrow, no joy, no anger, no sorrow, and your heart will be like a sword, and you will move forward bravely and pierce everything.

But when the tip of his sword was halfway through, his shoulders hurt and then became soft and weak, and his palms could not hold the hilt.

He knew something was wrong, so he quickly stretched out his left palm and caught the drooping sword, and he was about to stab it out, but his left shoulder also hurt and became soft and weak again.

"Ding..." The long sword fell and trembled on the blue bricks. The snow-lit sword body trembled weakly.

Xu Qingluo returned the sword and returned to the sheath, clasped her fists and said, "Elder Zhuo, come back."

Zhuo Ping's eyes moved away from his long sword, his mind was broken, and he felt lost, and looked up at Xu Qingluo.

His eyes were scrutinized.

There are probably only a few sword techniques in the world who can reach such a level, and they will never be unknown people.

Who will it be?

He said in a deep voice: "But Master Leng is in front of him?"

Xu Qingluo laughed and said, "Leng Feiqiong?"

Zhuo Ping stared at her with his eyes, without blinking, without letting go of a slight change in his expression.

If you can stab yourself on both sides of the shoulder with two swords, it is because the opponent's sword skills are extremely fast. Moreover, it is likely that you know the sword skills of the Tianhai Sword Sect and your habit of using the sword.

Only Leng Feiqiong meets these two conditions in the world.

Leng Feiqiong also knows the art of disguise, and her extremely clever disguise skills have changed to tease herself like this, which is also in line with her style of doing things.

A young man hurried forward, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, and sprinkled the medicine powder on Zhuo Pingzheng's shoulder, which was gushing out of blood.

Zhuo Ping ignored him and stared at Xu Qingluo.

Chu Ling snorted: "Is Leng Feiqiong's sword technique effective in the world?"

Zhuo Ping stared at Xu Qingluo and said, "Isn't it really Leng?"

Xu Qingluo smiled playfully and said, "President? Isn't she no longer the head of the Tianhai Sword Sect?"

Zhuo Ping said solemnly: "President Leng is the former leader of my sect."

"Leng Feiqiong, I have been famous for a long time. This time I came to Shenjing, I also want to compete with her to see how powerful her sword skills are." Xu Qingluo said: "Are you much better than you?"

Zhuo Ping was solemn: "The difference between clouds and mud."

Xu Qingluo nodded: "That's good. If you really want to be like you, it would be too disappointing. The Tianhai Sword Sect is already disappointing enough."

Zhuo Ping's face turned red.

He felt like he had been slapped twice in the face.

The elder of the Tianhai Sword Sect could not stop the two swords of a few unknown masters. It was really a big joke.

What other face does the Tianhai Sword Sect call itself the world's number one sword sect?

He took a deep breath and said slowly: "Did the four young men stay in Shenjing?"

"Let's go tomorrow," Xu Qingluo said: "I'll be back in a while. I'll try two tricks with Leng Feiqiong at that time."

"Do you have more powerful swordsmen in your Tianhai Sword Sect?" Zhou Yang asked.

Zhuo Ping said slowly: "It's not in Shenjing City."

Zhou Yang suddenly looked disappointed: "Let's talk about it next time I meet it."

Xu Qingluo hugged her fists: "I'm sorry to send it away."

Zhuo Ping slowly raised his hands and hugged his fists. It was already the limit of his strength. In this activity, the blood that had originally condensed slightly gushed out again.

He turned around and left with seven people, sighing in his heart.

It's indeed not Leng.

After all, if I have been together for so long, I will definitely feel it if I really belong to Master Leng.

He felt that there was always a sword energy condensation on his shoulders, and his injuries were aggravating, so he accelerated his feet and returned to a courtyard, and began to use his energy to heal his injuries.

But his injuries did not slow down, but instead worsened. In the end, his hands could not move completely, and even his internal organs were damaged. These two breaths dissipated after three days, and he was already lying on the couch.

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