Tuoba Xi and Beihai Qianrou.

My heart tightened at the same time, and Long Qingyun's tall white figure had disappeared.

Gu Jianqiu was also full of surprise. He had the advantage of high altitude, and the sword that was swooping down actually pierced the sky.

Everyone was surprised.

Suddenly, Long Qingyun appeared on the top of the hexagonal pavilion in the courtyard, standing with a sword, with a graceful demeanor.

This pavilion is quite exquisitely built, with orange-yellow tops and six dragons made of glazed tiles at the six corners, which are lifelike.

It turned out that Long Qingyun used a set of strange light skills, as if his body could appear in another place in an instant...

This is the "Phantom of Movement" of the military master Yu Jingzhou, who was the only one in the martial arts world. This set of superb light skills must be at the level of the Martial Emperor in order to exert his great effect.

Unexpectedly, Long Qingyun achieved a shocking effect when he first used it.

Gu Jianqiu stood on the canopy tree, staring at Long Qingyun in the distance, and seemed to have remembered something in his heart. A hint of worry appeared on Yun Danfengqing's face.

At this time, Long Qingyun stood on the hexagonal pavilion, her slender figure shining under the sun, showing her elegant style and charming.

Gu Jianqiu stopped attacking and looked solemn.

He shouted from a distance: "I didn't expect you to be able to 'move Phantom' light skills. Who are you, Yu Jingzhou, the master of military genius?"

Long Qingyun was holding his strength in his hand and was about to fight Gu Jianqiu with the "Eight Dragons Prancing" in Zhanlu's sword technique. Unexpectedly, the other party stopped.

Then he replied loudly: "Is it the master who is here?"

Gu Jianqiu was shocked, and his demeanor was no longer calm. He had already felt agitation in his heart. Although he had always been conceited, he thought he was not much worse than the "Four Greatests in the World".

But Yu Jingzhou had to worry about this.

Everyone knows that the leader of Donghan Xuantian Sect, Jiang Tianci, is a powerful man, and he is one of the "Four Greatests in the World". He is quite famous in the world.

However, Yu Jingzhou, the head of Donghan Tengyuan Pavilion, was not well-known in the world. When Gu Jianqiu traveled to Donghan ten years ago, he had a battle with Yu Jingzhou.

Gu Jianqiu, who had just become one of the top ten masters in Nanyong at that time, was defeated by Yu Jingzhou's sword in less than ten moves.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

Donghan is indeed powerful in martial arts. An ordinary person actually has such combat power. No wonder his military power is the strongest among the six countries.

Later, after inquiring, I found out that Yu Jingzhou was the master of military strategists.

Yu Jingzhou is not only capable of military skills.

Moreover, his martial arts cultivation is still above Jiang Tianci. However, he is low-key and does not like fame and fortune. He has never participated in the Huashan Sword Contest once every five years.

If Jiang Tianci is Donghan's face.

Then Yu Jingzhou is the inner world of Donghan. The two of them are like Twin Peaks, guarding Donghan's country's prosperity.

Gu Jianqiu's thoughts were changing and he had an idea in his mind.

He had to fight quickly and said loudly: "That's good. Since you are Yu Jingzhou's apprentice, you're optimistic!"

After saying that, Gu Jianqiu held the thousand-year-old cold iron sword in his hand.

The power of this sword contained too many emotions, and the regret of losing to Yu Jingzhou, the shame of losing to two disciples Gu Baiyu, and Luo Ziqian was defeated to Long Qingyun.

I just found it together today.

With the sword intent, Han Tiejian rushed towards Long Qingyun with the power of thunder. The powerful sword energy was cold all around.

An unparalleled force surged between heaven and earth. The thousand-year-old cold iron sword, wherever the sword edge went, it had the power to break mountains and crack stones.

Long Qingyun held the Zhanlu sword in his hand, and the "Eight Dragons Running" attacked strongly. Suddenly, two sword energy that destroyed the world collided.

"Clang!" sounded.

Gu Jianqiu rushed down the sky and swooped towards Long Qingyun. Long Qingyun rubbed his right foot on the hexagonal pavilion, his whole body rose into the air, and suddenly jumped onto the roof.

"Boom boom boom!"

The Hexagonal Pavilion was torn to pieces by the powerful sword power of the "Thirteen Swords of Chasing Wind" and flew open to all sides.

In a panic, the crowd took a few steps back.

"Bang bang bang!" A few sounds. Several entourages were hit by the broken hexagonal pavilion."

Ah..." With a few wails, the entourage died on the spot.

Blood mist was flying all over the sky, and the scene was in chaos.

Suddenly, Gu Jianqiu followed Long Qingyun and jumped to the roof.

This is a hanging mountain building with a ridge at the intersection of front and rear roofs, which completely divides the roof into two slopes, and the corners of the roof are raised and raised.

The two stood with swords.

Standing at both ends of the roof, Long Qingyun was wearing white clothes, the jade tree was in the wind, and his posture was brilliant; Gu Jianqiu's gray robe had big sleeves, his clothes were fluttering, and his demeanor was ashamed.

The two of them were ready to fight, standing in confrontation, staring at each other with their eyes tightly, trying hard to find each other's flaws.

Although it is a confrontation, it is also a matter of moment.

The cold iron sword in Gu Jianqiu's hand came out sharply again, which was the ninth style of the "Thirteen Styles of Chasing the Wind".

"Swish!", and roared straight towards Long Qingyun. The one who was powerful and spicy, and the one who practiced strong.

Long Qingyun did not dodge this time. He raised the Zhanlu sword and forced Gu Jianqiu with his fearless aura.

At this point, Gu Jianqiu's "Thirteen Wind Chasing Styles" had already used nine moves, leaving only four moves.

Long Qingyun raised his sword eyebrows and became awe-inspiring. The Zhanlu sword in his hand suddenly transformed into nine flying dragons and rushed towards Gu Jianqiu.

It is the "Nine Dragons Return to One" in Zhanlu's sword technique, with a bright momentum and a strong aura.

Everyone under the eaves looked from a distance and was excited. This battle between dragons and tigers seemed to have reached a white heat.

Tuoba Xi's pretty face turned red.

She was concerned about Long Qingyun and looked worried. As Long Qingyun fought, her chest was undulating, and her figure became more and more graceful and moving.

Her red face looks so beautiful. At this time, Tuoba Xi looks very beautiful and beautiful.

The heroic young man Tang Wuzong, standing not far away, has been unable to move away from Tuoba Xi since he stepped into the Beihai courtyard as if his eyes were stuck.

The newly appointed sixth-rank martial arts school of Liangzhou Army stared at Tuoba Xi with her eyes, and she had infinite imagination in her heart.

On the roof at this time, Long Qingyun was experiencing the first great danger in his life.

After a "clang!" sounded.

Gu Jianqiu was inspired by Long Qingyun's powerful sword energy. This fearless move of swallowing the power of heaven and earth, "Nine Dragons Return to One" had the hidden momentum of the Martial Master.

Suddenly, a trace of sinister flashed across Gu Jianqiu's face, and murderous intent suddenly appeared:

"This son cannot be kept. In time, he will inevitably find out the realm of Wu Zun, which will affect the lord's long-planned grand plan."

"No matter how powerful the military master Yu Jingzhou is, he is nothing compared to his lord."

Thinking of this, Gu Jianqiu's true energy suddenly expanded and suddenly rose to the realm of the sixth-grade martial emperor.

The cold iron sword in his hand shines with a bright light, which is the last three of the "Thirteen Styles of Chasing Wind": chopping waves, cutting waves, and crossing wind.

"Clang clang clang!" After three moves.

Long Qingyun fell from the roof without warning like a kite with broken strings.

"Bang!" fell to the ground.

Gu Jianqiu's head and feet, the man and sword merged into one, and whistled towards the dragon and green clouds.

At this time, Gu Jianqiu was murderous and full of fierce expressions. He did not have the demeanor of a sect master.

Everyone was shocked and screamed:

"ah......"

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