When the Ninth Sword was about to go, Song Yunge's face changed slightly.

The hot air suddenly changed, and it condensed into a fuse in the body, tightening itself.

The movements cannot be deformed.

The sword god's pose requires extremely exquisite movements, and this deformation will greatly reduce its power.

"Haha..." Yang Qian was overjoyed, and the sky sword was crying loudly.

Thousands of birds and birds in the sky roared together.

Usually, there are a few birds around that sing happily and feel pleasant and relaxed.

At this time, so many birds yelled like magical sounds that made people want to commit suicide.

The sky sword shone red, and a phoenix was flying in the red light, graceful and graceful.

Song Yunge felt an astonishing murderous intent and flickered on the broken step under his feet, trying to avoid this sword.

But the sky sword was accompanied like a shadow. It was positioned with the fuse in his body, allowing him to move and dodge, but it was useless.

"Bang!" Song Yunge urged the Yunswallowing Art to the limit, completely released all the accumulated power, and knocked Yang Qian out.

The sky sword also flew out and turned into a ball of flames in the air.

Yang Qian spitted out a mouthful of blood, and it was hard to believe that Song Yunge had such great power. What is the realm of this!?

He flew out of the wall, rushed in again in the blink of an eye, widening his eyes: "What is this? The Swallowing Cloud Art?"

Song Yunge smiled: "Sword God's pose!

The perfect fusion of the Cloud Swallowing Art and the Sword God style can no longer be seen, but those who are familiar with the Cloud Swallowing Art still have a slight sense of familiarity.

But he is a disciple of Tianyue Mountain and cannot practice the martial arts of Yuntian Palace, so others just doubt it and will not believe it.

"Okay, okay, good sword god's move!" Yang Qian gritted his teeth, his face gloomy and unstable.

He was hesitating.

If you continue to fight with shamelessness, the power of Feng Fei Jiutian Sword will become stronger and stronger, and will definitely surpass him.

But...

This is a suspicion of being stubborn. Being entangled with a sword master will indeed lose the face of Phoenix Cliff.

However, it was defeated by a sword master, and it seemed that Phoenix Cliff's face was also lost.

So he hesitated.

Song Yunge said frankly: "It turns out that it's not the Phoenix Cliff Sword Technique, I can't hold on if I get a few more swords!"

He was silently experiencing the mystery of Feng Fei Jiutian.

The hot air was extremely difficult to deal with. I had not been able to remove it yet, and the fuse was still in my body.

"Oh..., forget it!" Yang Qian shook his head and said, "After eating your meal, I will give you a favor!"

Song Yunge smiled: "Brother Yang is so open-minded? If you lose to me, aren't you afraid that Phoenix Cliff will be embarrassed?"

"I can't lose the face of Phoenix Cliff alone." Yang Qian waved his hand and said, "Let's go!"

He turned around and left so that he wouldn't change his mind.

The birds in the sky slowly dissipated.

Song Yunge looked helplessly at the bird droppings all over the ground and left the yard.

Walk westward out of the moon gate and come to the empty martial arts training ground.

People were busy fighting in the martial arts field, and there were muffled groans from time to time, and some people were injured.

They fought hard.

Song Yunge wanted to know how much spiritual pills would be lost when doing this.

You should know that the spiritual pills of Tianwai Tian masters are not cheap, and ordinary spiritual pills are useless to Tianwai Tian.

He walked out of the gate of the military lord's mansion, came to the street, walked slowly, observing Yuxiao City.

This Yuxiao City was also very prosperous at the beginning. After all, it was the first city in the extreme western border. All the rich people within a radius of thousands of miles would come over, and it would be a gold-selling cave.

But now I see that there are many shops on the street, but only half of them open the door.

The owners of the shop smiled violently on their faces, and there was a look of sorrow between their eyebrows, and there was a look of decline everywhere.

There are not many pedestrians on the street, mainly old clothes, coming and going in a hurry, without the leisurely and lazy and boring look of the residents of Daluo City.

The Vermilion Guards on the street do not hide their feelings, they are bored, there are not many people, and there are few accidents.

Song Yunge stayed in Yuxiao City for a long time and was in a heavy mood.

Will the day of Yuxiao City be the day of Daluo City?

When I returned to my yard that night, the yard had been cleaned up and the bird droppings on the eaves were also cleaned up.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, a loud shout came from outside: "Luo Jing, the White Tiger Guard in Yuxiao City, come and ask for advice!"

Song Yunge turned his head and looked over. A handsome young man was standing outside the door, smiling at him.

Song Yunge showed a helpless look: "I have fought two games, and I still have to fight?"

Luo Jing smiled and said, "Are you scared? You represent the face of your Daluo City."

Song Yunge shook his head: "I am just a small person from the White Tiger Guard in Daluo City. How can I represent Daluo City!"

"...I'm thick-skinned." Luo Jing's smile was stagnant, and then he smiled: "Then we're not polite."

"How to be polite?" Song Yunge was curious: "Do you force me to take action?"

Luo Jing shook his head: "We can say some bad things about Daluo City, and it will inevitably be indecent, so we don't want to use this trick."

“What about?”

"For example, the White Tiger Guards in Daluo City are all cowards. They dare not leave the city and just hide in Daluo City to hide in the leisure time."

“…”

"For example, the White Tiger Guards in Daluo City are all those who eat idle food and waste food. They are even worse than women, so they just apply rouge."

"It's cruel enough." Song Yunge nodded.

Luo Jin looked at him: "Do you want to come again? It will become more and more unbearable."

Song Yunge shook his head and said, "The scolding is really not ruthless enough."

"Okay, I actually met a ruthless man!" Luo Jing smiled and looked at him with interest: "Your name is Song Yunge, a disciple of Tianyue Mountain, and both of his parents died. He grew up in Tianyue Mountain and was taken care of by Feng Jin..."

Song Yunge waved his hand and said, "Forget it, just fight!"

He knew that what he was facing was personal attacks and insults against him.

Instead of hearing these anger and taking action, it would be better to start fighting and seal their mouths.

"Know the fun!" Luo Jing smiled and said, "Then let me do it. Let's go to the martial arts practice field to compete, how about it?"

“…I won’t be a wheel battle, right?”

"Are you scared?"

"The wheel battle is just my wish!" Song Yunge smiled and said, "Save time to delay challenges one by one. I will leave tomorrow, and time is limited!"

Luo Jing smiled and said, "I hope you can maintain this crazy state in a while, let's go!"

He turned around and left.

Song Yunge followed closely behind, and the two arrived at the martial arts training ground.

The martial arts training ground was brightly lit, and strings of lanterns and torches were illuminated like daytime, and more than a hundred masters were waiting.

More than a hundred eyes stared at him, giving way, and letting him slowly walk into the central circle.

Song Yunge glanced at everyone's sharp eyes and calmed down: "Who do you want to challenge me, let's just come together."

Each gaze carries a terrifying force and surging pressure, which is the momentum learned from the battle of life and death.

For ordinary people, momentum is an illusory thing.

For the masters of Tianwai Tian, ​​temperament is like substance, invisible and qualitative, and clearly exists.

"Don't worry, we will only use whatever we have, and we will not take action if we have more than ones!" Luo Jing said with a smile: "Stop others from saying that we are bullying people in Yuxiao City."

"That's good, please--!" Song Yunge stretched out his hand: "You can go together!"

"Good boy!" Luo Jing shouted, "It's crazy enough, so I'll try it!"

He stretched out his hand and a long sword fell from the sky, and gently stabbed it out: "Look at the sword!"

"Hu..." The sound of waves seemed to sound from heaven and earth.

Song Yunge stroked the Snow Sword. After the long swords attacked each other, he retreated and then retreated.

He retreated ten meters in one breath before stopping.

"Come again!" Luo Jing drew his sword again.

He downplayed a sword lightly, and the sound of anger ejaculation sounded.
Chapter completed!