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    Zhuo Ping withdrew his sharp eyes, smiled slightly, clasped his fists and said, "Old Master Tianhai Sword School Zhuo Ping, who are the four young masters?"

    "Beat us first." Xu Qingluo drew his sword out of its sheath, shook it lightly, and the sword shone with a clear light: "After beating us, let's talk about martial arts."

    "The younger ones are beaten and the older ones come," Zhou Yang curled his lips: "As expected of the Tianhai Sword Sect, this is the case with the famous sect."

    Zhuo Ping laughed and said: "The swordsmanship of the four is extremely powerful, but why did you come to our Tianhai Sword Sect because of our grievances?"

    Zhou Yang sneered and said: "What does it mean to find your Tianhai Sword Sect? You are the one who found us!"

    "Huh¡ª?" Zhuo Ping's face darkened, and he frowned and said, "Looking for you?"

    Zhou Yang said angrily: "You Tianhai Sword Sect disciples are really arrogant. You think we are an eyesore, so you want to punish us."

    Zhuo Ping turned his head and looked behind him.  the

    Behind him stood seven disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect, who looked at each other in blank dismay after hearing the words, they were not aware of the situation at that time.

    The eight people at that time were all seriously injured, and they all sought medical treatment.

    The shoulder injury seems to be just a skin trauma, but it is very important to the swordsman. One carelessness and poor recovery will greatly affect the swordsmanship.

    Moreover, the shoulders are connected with tendons, and the most difficult thing to heal is a broken tendon and bone. Even if there is a panacea, it will not be so easy.

    Zhuo Ping turned around and smiled: "The old man wants to apologize on behalf of his disciples, and the four young masters forgive their sins."

    Zhou Yang snorted: "Fortunately, we still have some self-protection skills, and our swordsmanship is not bad. Otherwise, if we were replaced by those with weak martial arts, we would have been injured by your Tianhai Sword Sect disciples, or even crippled."

    "It's not worth it if it's abolished." Zhuo Ping shook his head.  the

    Zhou Yang let out a sneer: "Those eight guys are not going well, and they have no place to vent their worries, so how could they let us off lightly!"

    Xu Qingluo said: "Otherwise, we don't need to stab your arms, if we don't let their wounds leave their hands, I'm afraid they will be reluctant to let go, and even become red-eyed, and want to die with us, you disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect,  Don't mess with it, don't mess with it!"

    She shook her head endlessly, with a look of disapproval.

    Zhuo Ping's face was ugly.

    I know that the disciples are a little impetuous and a little arrogant, so I try my best to restrain them, but after all, they are only elders, not the head of the sect.

    Back then, when Sect Leader Leng was around, he could still suppress them, which was not too much. Now that Sect Leader Leng was gone, Sect Leader Zhao not only did not suppress them, but catered to them.

    This makes the disciples more unscrupulous and more domineering and willful, which is really not a good thing.  the

    It's a pity that the elder himself is an old man, and he has never been trusted by head Zhao. He has always wanted to push himself out of the elder position and promote his confidant.

    So he didn't listen to his advice at all, instead he became very impatient and felt that he was too old-fashioned.

    The current Tianhai Sword Sect is no longer the Tianhai Sword Sect of Leng Feiqiong's era, it is already strong enough, there is no need to keep a low profile, to keep a low profile, and to be depressed.

    Swordsman, go forward bravely, without the dominance of going forward, how can you practice swordsmanship well, how can you create a swordsman's state of mind?

    As an elder, I can't fight against the head of the sect, I can only stare blankly.

    Now I have finally seen the consequences. I have provoked a powerful opponent for no reason. This is asking for trouble!

    Xu Qingluo shook the sword again, and said with a clear light, "Elder Zhuo, do you still want to make a move?"

    "Okay!" Zhuo Ping suppressed his anger and regained his composure.

    Once you make a move, Weiji is on the sword, and all other emotions and thoughts are put aside, the heart and the sword, the god and the sword, and the qi and the sword.

    "Please enlighten me." Zhuo Ping drew his sword out of its sheath, and his energy and spirit instantly became one with the long sword, as if they were one.

    He is the sword, and the sword is him.

    The seven youths behind him were suddenly solemn, their eyes shining.

    The Tianhai Sword School has profound sword formulas and unrivaled swordsmanship in the world, but the swordsmanship is practiced by people, not just learned it after seeing it, and practiced it.

    They know that their future is boundless, the premise is to practice hard and practice to the level of Elder Zhuo.  the

    Xu Qingluo nodded slightly with a solemn expression.

    As expected of the elders of the Tianhai Sword Sect, he is not a bit stronger than the eight young masters of the Tianhai Sword Sect.

    Just the degree of unity of sword and god is far stronger than that. This is the accumulated skill of time, which should not be underestimated.

    "Hey!" Zhuo Ping stabbed out with the long sword, as if a white air appeared in the void and enveloped the long sword, the speed was unbelievable.

    "Ding" Xu Qingluo wavedThere was a clear light, and the sword tips collided.

    Zhuo Ping stabbed out again with a solemn expression.

    Once the sword is used, there will be no distractions in the heart, no sadness, no joy, no anger, no sorrow, the heart is like a sword, go forward bravely, and pierce everything.  the

    But when the point of his sword pierced halfway, his shoulder hurt, and then became limp, and he couldn't even hold the hilt with his palm.

    He knew something was wrong, so he quickly reached out with his left palm, caught the falling long sword, and was about to stab out, but his left shoulder also hurt, and became limp and weak again.

    "Ding" The long sword fell and trembled on the blue bricks, and the bright sword trembled weakly.

    Xu Qingluo returned the sword back to its sheath, cupped her fists and said, "Elder Zhuo, let me go."

    Zhuo Ping's eyes moved away from his long sword, his mind was disconnected, and he looked up at Xu Qingluo as if lost.

    His eyes are penetrating.

    In the world of swordsmanship, there are probably very few people who can practice this level of swordsmanship, and they will definitely not be unknown people.  the

    Who is the one?

    He said in a deep voice: "But the head of Leng is face to face?"

    Xu Qingluo laughed and said, "Leng Feiqiong?"

    Zhuo Ping fixed his eyes on her, without blinking, not letting go of the slightest change in expression.

    Being able to stab his own shoulders with two swords is because the opponent's swordsmanship is extremely fast, and moreover, it is very likely that he is familiar with the swordsmanship of the Tianhai Sword Sect and he is familiar with his own sword-handling habits.

    The only person in the world who meets these two conditions is Leng Feiqiong.

    Leng Feiqiong also knows the art of disguise, and the extremely clever skill of disguise, changing into this way to tease herself is also in line with her style of conduct.  the

    A young man hurried forward, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, and sprinkled the medicine powder on Zhuo Ping's shoulder that was gushing blood.

    Zhuo Ping ignored him, only staring at Xu Qingluo.

    Chu Ling snorted: "Is there only Leng Feiqiong whose swordsmanship is great?"

    Zhuo Ping stared at Xu Qingluo closely and said, "Isn't it really Leng Sect?"

    Xu Qingluo smiled playfully and said, "Master? Isn't she no longer the master of the Tianhai Sword Sect?"

    Zhuo Ping said solemnly: "Master Leng is the former head of our sect."

    "Leng Feiqiong and I have been famous for a long time. This time I come to Shenjing, I also want to compete with her to see how strong her swordsmanship is." Xu Qingluo said: "Is it much stronger than you?"

    Zhuo Ping solemnly said: "The difference between cloud and mud."

    Xu Qingluo nodded: "That's good. If you really want to be like you, it would be too disappointing. The Tianhai Sword Sect is already disappointing enough."

    Zhuo Ping blushed.

    He felt as if he had been slapped hard twice.

    It is really a big joke that the dignified elder of the Tianhai Sword Sect can't block the two swords of a few unknown masters.

    What face does the Tianhai Sword Sect have for claiming to be the number one sword sect in the world?

    He took a deep breath and said slowly: "Did the four young masters stay in Shenjing?"

    "Leave tomorrow," Xu Qingluo said, "I'll be back in a while, and then I'll learn two tricks with Leng Feiqiong."

    "Does your Tianhai Sword Sect have more powerful swordsmen?" Zhou Yang asked.

    Zhuo Ping said calmly: "It's not in Shenjing City."

    Zhou Yang suddenly looked disappointed: "Let's talk about it next time we meet."

    Xu Qingluo clasped her fists together: "I will not send you far away."

    Zhuo Ping slowly raised his hands and clasped his fists. It was already the limit of his strength. With this movement, the blood that had been slightly congealed gushed out again.

    He turned and left with seven people, sighing secretly.  the

    It is indeed not the head of the cold.

    ? After all, they have been together for so long, if it is really Leng Sect Leader, they will definitely feel it.

    He felt that the sword energy had been condensed in the shoulder position, and the injury was getting worse, so he accelerated his feet, returned to a house, and began to use his kung fu to heal the injury.

    However, his injuries did not slow down because of this, but continued to worsen. In the end, he could not move his hands at all, and even his internal organs were injured. The two breaths dissipated after three days, and he was already lying on the couch.  </div&gt
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