Wang Tong shook his head and said, "Miss Fu, you are angry in your heart. It can be said that you are going against the edge of the way to use it to activate Yi's sword technique.

Although this sword technique does not require anything other than the sword, it must be unique in mind to be effective."

Although he had never seen the secrets of swordsmanship, he could understand the principles of chess and learn from other things.

Jiang Yan ignored her swordsmanship and walked straight to the wooden box containing Yang Guang's head.

Fu Junhua took a deep breath and suddenly remembered the first level of the Jiuxuan Great Technique: "The lower ones guard the body, the upper ones guard the spirit...the quiet and subtle...welcome and follow it, and reconcile it with unintentional intention..."

She immediately became clear and had no waves in her eyes. She was looking at Jiang Yan. This move was indeed very different. The sword energy was hidden but not revealed, and the latter move was faintly emitted.

Jiang Yan raised his head and slapped the sword. The sword just swayed slightly, but it was still coming to his heart, fast and anxious.

He had to take a step back, and the sword followed, as if he had not achieved his goal and refused to give up.

Jiang Yan simply took two steps back, made way out completely, and said, "I have given you a chance, this is the second time; if you leave, you will save your life."

Fu Junmao did not answer, but threw the bamboo hat on his head to the side and rushed over.

If she did not let her enemy go back to pay tribute to her relatives, she would rather not leave and die on the road to revenge.

She was afraid that Wang Tong was on the side and did not dare to use all her strength, but Jiang Yan alone could not beat him, so she wanted to do anything else.

At that moment, he was free from his heart and danced a long sword like thousands of arrows shooting away in a scattered manner.

Jiang Yan did not retreat but advanced, took a step forward, attacked in succession with his palms, and the force was like a stone cannon and smashed into the rain of arrows, with crackling sounds.

Fu Junmao came here and used all his strength, his body as light as a butterfly, wandering around the enemy. The attack also swept from all directions, like mercury, and the ground was washed away.

Jiang Yan was the opposite. He responded to all changes with the unchanging and was purely a victory with the strong internal strength. Every move was full of force, and it made the surroundings whirring, and sand and stones suddenly flew on the ground.

A quarter of an hour passed in a blink of an eye. Jiang Yan, who seemed to have more effort and should be more tired, remained unchanged. On the contrary, Fu Junhao's forehead had already wet the scarf.

Just because she was in a situation and the enemy was an extremely powerful opponent, she did not dare to show any flaws and was extremely mentally exhausted.

Retreat is death, and not retreating is death. Fu Junhua refused to leave just now, but he had the will to die. Even if his energy was about to be exhausted, he would not be slow at all.

Wang Tong was amazed and a pity. Even if the other party was an enemy, he couldn't help but feel a little admiration. However, there was a lot of blood feud between Central Plains and Goguryeo, and the other party was obsessed with it and did not regret it, so there was no need to show mercy.

At this time, a team of people came to the west and rushed to the front. Wang Tong's men also followed him, confronting each other, but the number of people was too small.

A tall and thin man walked out of the crowd, about forty years, wearing a black cloak, jumped off his horse, clasped his fists and said, "I'm here Peng Liang to meet Nie Jing, how dare you ask if it's Mr. Wang Tong in front?"

Wang Tong walked out slowly and said, "It turned out to be the leader of the Nie Gang, who led the team to come. What's the matter?"

Nie Jing stared at Jiang Yan and Fu Junhua who were still fighting, and noticed that their energy was overflowing, his eyelids twitched, and said:

"That Miss Fu is a distinguished guest from me. I don't know why she offended Mr. Wang and Mr. Jiang. I'll intercept him here?"

"Ask a question knowingly." Wang Tong lowered his face and said, "She took Yang Guang's head and wanted to escape back to Goguryeo. Would you not know about it? Why not stop it?"

Nie Jing said disapprovingly: "What is the big deal for me? It turns out that this is the problem. The tyrant monarch is doing things against the enemy, and everyone in the world is resentful. The head falls abroad is also a kind of punishment. Why should I stop it?"

Wang Tong sneered and said, "I'm afraid you, Peng Liang, will be rushing to do business with Goguryeo, and you don't even want your ancestors."

"Ancestor? How much money did the ancestor leave for me?" Nie Jing laughed and said, "I, Peng Liang, have tens of thousands of brothers, and they have to pay for food, drink, defecation and urination. If you don't do business with Goguryeo, who will give me?"

Wang Tong was speechless and stopped for a while. When Nie Jing saw Fu Junmao shaking, he interrupted impatiently:

"I respect Mr. Wang's knowledge, but it's better to take care of things in the world.

You are a famous scholar all over the world. In normal times, you will naturally give you some face.

But now that wars are everywhere, fists are the hardest truth, don’t toast or not to eat a penalty.”

In the current situation, Nie Jing is no longer afraid of the other party. Without waiting for a reply, he moves forward straight ahead and wants to pass the crowd.

Wang Tongqing smiled and said, "Okay, I haven't been in the world for thirty years, so will you not be taken seriously by a rising star like you?"

He reached out and stopped him, Nie Jing stood still and said, "If Mr. Wang insisted on making things difficult for him, don't blame Mr. Nie for being rude."

He raised his hands, his bones were skinny and his knuckles were sophisticated and powerful that he looked very strange. No wonder he had the nickname "Ghost Claw".

Nie Jing pinched down, his fingers "clicked" and said "offended", and he rushed over quickly.

Of course, he had heard of Wang Tong's deeds, but he believed even more that an old man who had not taken action for thirty years could not compare to his thirty years of hard work.

Fortunately, he also knew that the other party was quite famous and could not act too ruthlessly. He also restrained some strength. Even so, the wind was still screaming like a ghost crying.

Wang Tong had a little sarcasm on his face, and with a long sleeve, a fist appeared from it. It was ordinary and looked very slow, floating towards the other party.

Nie Jingshi didn't care, but the fist was like using an immortal magic, and it shook in the wind and became huge, occupying the entire eye socket.

He was so scared that he had to block it with both hands in a hurry. With a "bang", he was smashed back several steps.

Wang Tong chuckled and said, "Dang Nie, how about my husband's 'recitations'?"

Nie Jing had already found out that the other party's martial arts was definitely not inferior to him. He secretly called out a "mistake". He had to measure gains and losses, but he saw that Fu Junhao was in a strange state and thought that he could not attack again without touching both sides.

This time he did not dare to underestimate the other party. He used 10% of his skills and his hands turned black, just like a ghost claw poking out of the void.

Wang Tong's face darkened. The other party obviously knew that it was impossible to beat him and he had to take action. It was nothing more than offending his neighbors to contact distant relatives. What else could he say?

It was still punched out with one punch, and it was as majestic as the sun rose. When the ghosts and monsters saw it, they all melted like snow.

The ghost claws collided with each other, as if they were hitting an iron plate, and their fingertips hurt and their knuckles clattered.

Nie Jing groaned, took a few steps back, and a sharp pain came from his hand. It was known that two fingers were broken, and he felt shocked in his heart. He could not have imagined that Wang Tong was so skillful in martial arts.

"Brother Wang, ask someone to carry the coffin."

Jiang Yan's voice came from the side, which surprised Nie Jing even more. He quickly looked at it and was shocked.

The outcome was obvious at this moment. Fu Junhao was ruthless and tried his best to dance. The long sword in his hand was dancing faster and faster, like waves, constantly eroding.

But Jiang Yan on the opposite side was like a high cliff, still moving. With an occasional punch, it was like a huge rock falling down, smashing the huge waves into pieces.

Nie Jing cried out in secret and hurriedly said, "Young Master Jiang, she is Fu Cailin's apprentice, please be sure to show mercy!"

"It's too late!" Jiang Yan responded coldly, no matter how anxious the other party said, he ignored it.

Wang Tong Yiran turned around and looked at the field. Nie Jing could only call Fu Junmao again and leave quickly.

But Fu Junhao's energy was at its limit at this moment, and he was unable to think, his mind was blank, and he was dancing the long sword based on his instinct.

In this way, we will enter the state of intentional or unintentional, as if it is empty but not empty. Jiang Yan has the wisest sword technique, and he must avoid the edge.

If she could pass this level, she would automatically advance to the seventh level of the Nine Profound Magic, and her swordsmanship would make great progress, and she would jump into the top masters in the world.

But who will save her? Jiang Yan was so kind-hearted that he was determined to lead her to attack; Wang Tong was just regretful, and Nie Jing was powerless.

Seeing Fu Junhao's long sword dancing faster and faster, the sword momentum became more and more powerful. The sword light was so bright that it was so bright that it couldn't open its eyes. It seemed like the firewood burned to the end, and it suddenly lit up and then went out.
Chapter completed!