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    Looking at Gong Liangyu's seemingly elegant and calm, but in fact perfunctory and procrastinating actions, a trace of impatience flashed in Ying Xuan's eyes.  He swung his sleeves like a cloud, his flying sword was as swift as a stream of light, and thousands of sword qi burst out, as if there were layers of space ripples.

    The light of the sword is like flying snow, the rolling clouds are like tides, the cold wind is like waterfalls, and the cold murderous intent is like torrential rain and strong wind, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth.

    Gong Liangyu, who was at the very center of the attack, trembled in his heart. He subconsciously used his body's instinct to dodge it, and walked among countless sword qi. With his stunning appearance, he also had a different kind of beauty  .

    It's just that although the physical instinct is there, Gong Liangyu's fighting talent is not good.  It's like a game player who has quick hands but no consciousness. When facing a rookie, he can easily abuse the game, but in front of a master like Ying Xuan whose cultivation level is a line higher than his and whose fighting awareness is even more easily crushed,  Gong Liangyu's response was particularly clumsy.

    At first it was very relaxed, Gong Liangyu dodged in the rain of thousands of swords, his figure was as light and pleasing as a dance.  But it didn't take long before he became extremely embarrassed, his white clothes were scratched countless times by the sword energy, and bloodstains were wiped out on that ingenious face.

    Seeing that the situation was not good, Gong Liangyu finally stopped blindly dodging, but waved his sword to resist, but the sword spirit of Qiushuang sword in his hand did not buy it when facing the master who had changed his soul.  , on the contrary, it behaves the same as the mortal iron, perhaps the only difference is that the Qiushuang sword is sharper.

    Different from Gong Liangyu who is in a panic, Ying Xuan's posture is quite leisurely.

    Coordinating with the piercing sword light of the flying sword, he stretched out his left hand, flicking his jade-like fingers lightly, as if the strings of air were being plucked by his slender fingers, and the sword energy, whether rigid or soft, diffused out, with precise precision.  Incomparably aimed at the weaknesses of Gong Liangyu's whole body, making it more difficult for him to deal with it.

    There was a smile on Ying Xuan's lips, he controlled the flying sword with his right hand, and plucked the empty string with his left hand. Even in the sea of ??clouds, his calm and breezy posture was like a national hand waving a brush of ink, expressing inexhaustible ease and ease.

    Gong Liangyu, on the other hand, was forced to be at a loss, describing himself in a state of embarrassment. There were a few bloodstains on that beautiful face that seemed to be noble and indifferent, untainted by the smoke and dust of the world, and anxiety, fear, worry, and other things that were originally inappropriate appeared in his eyes.  The emotions that should appear in him.

    "It's over!"  It's over!  It's dead now!  Seeing that the protagonist's posture is completely trying to kill me, even if I want to make friends, it's useless!  what to do?  what to do¡­¡­"

    A series of solutions to the predicament flashed through his mind, but were vetoed by Gong Liangyu one by one, which made his mood more restless, and he was accidentally shot by several sword qi, and couldn't help but groaned, his expression  It froze for a moment.

    ¡ºPhew, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!  ¡»

    Although he couldn't hear Gong Liangyu's inner voice, seeing his chaotic state, while Ying Xuan was calm and calm on the surface, the suspicion in his heart became more and more serious.  More and more doubts surfaced in my heart, making the chill mixed with the sword energy more and more serious.

    In just a few tens of breaths, the icy sword edge was already lying on Gong Liangyu's neck, and a line of blood red overflowed from the sword edge.

    "The master of Lanyun Peak, the leader of the previous generation of Tianjiao, the Liuguang Sword Master who is sincerely praised by the world, that's all!"

    Ying Xuan shook his head in disappointment, there was only a condescending look in his eyes, his tone was flat, but it made people feel a kind of sincere disdain.

    "You like this are really not worthy of my sword!"

    While speaking, Ying Xuan fixed his eyes on Gong Liangyu, observing his reaction.

    Sure enough, after hearing such insults to his sword practice, Gong Liangyu did not show the anger he should have at all, but the look in the depths of his eyes was a little helpless and self-deprecating.

    This actually made Ying Xuan more sure of his guess.

    The sharp edge of the sword cut deeper, and the silent sword energy hovered around Gong Liangyu's neck, almost frightening him into a cold sweat, and he could no longer maintain his cold expression.

    Ying Xuan's cold eyes were deep and bright, as if he had seen Gong Liangyu from the inside out, and suddenly said: "You are not Gong Liangyu at all."

    Gong Liangyu was so startled that he was stunned, his heart was almost screamed, and he was still showing off his clumsy acting skills: "The devil is joking. Who else can I be if I am not Gong Liangyu?"

    "That's what you have to ask yourself."

    Ying Xuan smiled meaningfully, showing a posture of not wanting to talk, his eyes turned cold, every trace of murderous intent dissipated, and the sword energy was about to spit out.

    "Ah ah ah ah ah!  don't want¡ª¡ª"

    At the juncture of life and death, a strong desire to survive suddenly erupted. Gong Liangyu, who had always been afraid of pain, stretched out his hands and held the sharp blade firmly.?? Riding on the wind, the sword light falls from the nine heavens.  Different from the previous state where he only used two layers of strength to test, this time Ying Xuan showed no mercy, and his murderous intent stirred up the clouds.

    Gong Liangyu was about to dodge in a hurry, and at the same time swung the Qiushuang sword in his hand.

    Swish¡ª¡ª

    It was as if there was a sudden thunder in the daytime, the sword light was like thunder rolling down from the sky, the lightning split the clouds, and the cold sword energy directly split the towering Haoyang Peak into two halves from top to bottom.

    With a scream, Gong Liangyu was pierced by an invisible storm of sword energy, and countless bloody arrows shot out from all over his body, and finally he was nailed straight into the gap opened by Haoyang Peak, and hit the mountain wall.

    A cultivator in the stage of transforming gods has already cultivated the primordial spirit, so severe physical injuries will not kill him.  Feeling the excruciating pain in his limbs, Gong Liangyu couldn't help panting, looking at Ying Xuan with inexplicable pain in his eyes, and asked in a puzzled tone, "why?"

    Obviously, I have done my best, and I am always thinking about the protagonist. I am simply the best supporting actor and the perfect master. Why is the protagonist so ruthless and completely unreasonable?  !

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