Yang Guo also had a weird face, thinking that Brother Diao still had such a tragic past.
"Then which one of you wins and who loses?" Yang Guo asked suddenly, but he already had the answer in his heart, since senior Dugu left such words in the sword mound, it proves that he has never lost in his life. For some reason, Dugu Qiubai is like a god in Yang Guo's heart, and he cannot accept any stains on God.
Hearing Yang Guo's question, Ah Qing immediately looked embarrassed: "Originally I was a little bit taller than him, but with that big eagle around, he is a little bit taller than me."
Ever since the broken arm, Yang Guo rarely showed a smile on his face: "Don't you still have sheep?"
"Hmph!" Ah Qing wrinkled her nose, "It's because I have to take care of the sheep that I'm a little lower than them."
Noticing the smile on Yang Guo's face, Ah Qing suddenly became angry: "It was pitiful to see that you had a broken arm, but who knew you would laugh at me, as expected, no one holding this sword is a good person."
As if being stabbed in a sore foot, Ah Qing suddenly fell into a berserk mode, swung the green bamboo stick, and pierced Yang Guo with icy sword qi from afar.
Yang Guo's expression changed, and he quickly swung his sword to block in front of him. Originally, the lightness kung fu of the ancient tomb sect was the best in the world, but after Yang Guo changed to practice the heavy sword, he had given up the sword and followed the path of lightness. After all, he had the heavy sword in his hand, and his defense was almost invincible. As soon as the attacking weapon is greeted, the opponent often only has to change its moves temporarily.
It's a pity that what Yang Guo faced this time was a pervert who could unleash the innate sword energy infinitely. He was worried that the black iron sword would be damaged due to passive hard blocking, so he had to swing the black iron sword to actively attack the incoming sword energy.
After all, the black iron sword was too heavy. After Yang Guo blocked dozens of moves, his arms gradually became numb, and the moves began to become obscure. At last, he finally gave up swinging the black iron sword in front of him. From the sword body, the innate sword energy is hard-wired.
Not long after, Yang Min keenly felt a tremor coming from the body of the black iron sword. He knew in his heart that the black iron sword had already been injured by the indiscriminate bombardment of the innate sword energy. If it continues like this, the black iron sword will I'm afraid I won't be able to support it.
Now Yang Guo has no relatives, except for the divine sculpture, he only cares about this black iron handle.
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) The sword has the deepest feeling, how can I want to see it damaged and damaged, just about to admit defeat, but a sense of depression rises in my heart.
Guo Jing, Huang Rong and his wife had not only the hatred of killing their father, but also the hatred of amputating their arms. It's a pity that the two of them are not only strong in martial arts, but also popular in the arena. If I can't be elected as the Golden Snake King this time, how can I seek revenge from the couple when I am alone and alone
And my aunt... If she can be elected as the Golden Snake King, she will definitely hear the news and come to me...
Thinking of Xiaolongnv, Yang Guo was suddenly saddened, and a feeling of parting gradually came to his heart.
The faces of all the heroes in the arena changed, because they felt the change of aura from the arena at the same time, with Yang Guo as the center, a desolate and desolate aura spread out, and soon filled the audience.
"This feeling..." Song Qingshu's face changed, and with his cultivation base, he naturally felt a destructive aura gradually rising, and he couldn't help being shocked, "Ah Qing, be careful!"
Yang Guo raised his hand almost at the same time, the green sword energy in front of him shattered inch by inch at a speed visible to the naked eye, Ah Qing's eyes froze, and he hurriedly placed the green bamboo stick in front of him.
Kacha, the green bamboo stick shattered into powder without accident, Ah Qing spurted out a mouthful of blood, and flew towards the bottom of the ring like a kite with a broken thread.
"Ah Qing actually lost?"
"Yang Guo, what kind of martial art is this?"
"If the destructive move hit me just now, wouldn't I already be smashed to pieces?"
…
All the masters in the arena had their own thoughts in a flash, and suddenly they were surprised to find that Ah Qing turned over and stood tremblingly on the edge of the arena, without falling off.
"What's your trick called?" Ah Qing wiped the blood from her mouth, and looked at Yang Guo in surprise.
"Those who are depressed, it's just for goodbye~" For some reason, Jiang Yan's "Farewell Fu" suddenly appeared in Yang Guo's mind, and he blurted out, "Let's call it the sad palm."
"Sadly palm? Why such a weird name." With Ah Qing's carefree heart, she naturally couldn't understand the sadness hidden in these words, "Okay, I have a trick here, you can try it .”
The green bamboo stick in Ah Qing's hand has been destroyed.
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page.) Just open your hands directly, and in the process of rising from the side of your legs to the top of your head, a cyan sword aura spread out in the surrounding air, suspended above Ah Qing's head like an unfolded fan, and then The sword qi gradually gathered together, and finally turned into a blue giant sword.
Ah Qing made a downward slashing gesture, and the huge blue sword whizzed towards Yang Guo.
Yang Guo had also been gathering momentum, and when he saw this, he slammed his palm towards the giant sword with a dignified expression.
The dark gray fist and the blue giant sword collided, and there was a huge roar immediately. The giant sword lay in midair, as if held by an invisible big hand, and could not fall down.
"Huh?" Ah Qing let out a sigh, and with a wave of the other hand, another burst of sword energy replenished the past, and the cyan giant sword immediately became a little brighter.
Yang Guo's temples were dripping with cold sweat, he had just learned to use the Depressed Palm, and he was not very proficient in using it, it was quite difficult to deal with the giant sword, not to mention that Ah Qing was still continuously replenishing the sword energy.
He knew that he had already lost, but at this moment, he couldn't say the word admit defeat.
Losing his father and mother when he was young, Yang Guo's ups and downs over the years made his character extremely extreme. You must know that when he was young, he was almost beaten to death by Da Wu and Xiao Wu, and he was unwilling to say a word of convincing. Now that his martial arts are a hundred times higher than before, his heart is even more arrogant. Once his temper comes up, he would rather die in the ring than admit defeat.
Sensing that Yang Guo's palm strength seemed to be a little stronger, Ah Qing didn't know that he was at the end of his battle, thinking that the opponent was preparing to counterattack, Ah Qing became anxious, and immediately stopped holding back, mobilizing all his strength to slash at Yang Guo.
puff!
Yang Guo spat out a mouthful of blood, he couldn't hold it any longer, the fist in mid-air lost its support, and was instantly split in two by the blue giant sword, chopping down like a bamboo.
Seeing the huge sword getting bigger and bigger in front of him, Yang Guo subconsciously closed his eyes and sighed in his heart: Farewell, aunt...
It was only then that Ah Qing realized that Yang Guo couldn't hold on anymore, it's a pity that she hit Xing on the head just now, and she didn't hold back the move at all, now it's too late to change her move, she can only watch helplessly as the blue giant sword slashes at Yang Guo.
Imagining the coming bloody horror, Ah Qing subconsciously closed her eyes.
(end of this chapter)