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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of the Dragon Chapter 513: Uniforms

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    Chapter 513 Uniform

    In the blink of an eye, thirty or forty people fell down, groaning or rolling on the ground, suffering unspeakably.

    Only the gloomy young man stood, his face pale.

    He stared blankly at Fang Xueqing, watching her drift by like a gust of wind, while her friends fell to the ground like wheat, unable to stand up again.

    Xiao Yuesheng looked at him lightly, shook his head and sighed.

    Zhong Ling was eager to give it a try. She looked at Xiao Yuesheng and saw him shaking his head, pursing his lips and stamping his feet. He snorted and turned away to ignore him.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled. Her little daughter¡¯s temper comes and goes quickly, so there¡¯s no need to worry.

    The gloomy young man rolled his stiff eyes and looked at Fang Xueqing.

    Fang Xueqing's eyes were cold, as if looking at a dead person, and she said calmly: "You still want to fight a trapped beast?"

    The gloomy young man slowly raised his hand and made a gesture. His face slowly changed, and his expression became more and more solemn and solemn. His whole body was restrained and calm, as if he was a different person.

    At this time, he is already showing everyone¡¯s demeanor.

    Fang Xueqing said "Huh", feeling quite surprised, and nodded her head: "Okay, let's take action!"

    With a "whoop" sound, like a boulder being thrown, he shot towards Fang Xueqing, with his right palm in front and his left palm behind. His feet were like stepping on a speeding boat, his body was steady and swift.

    Fang Xueqing remained motionless, looking at him indifferently until her palm was about half a foot away. She raised her arm and flicked it, and her sleeves were meeting her palm.

    With a muffled "bang" sound, he flew out.

    After somersaulting in the air, he landed firmly on the ground about a foot away. A blush appeared on his pale face, which immediately dissipated, and he slowly let out a breath.

    Fang Xueqing's sleeves moved in the wind, stirring and surging. After a moment, they slowly calmed down and rested on her delicate body again. She raised her eyebrows and said, "There is still a few more steps left, let's come again!"

    A glimmer of light flashed through his bright eyes, clear and moving. He was not as weak as the others. His palm skills were quite strange, and his palm strength was weird. It was not strong or feminine, but it was rotating, drilling into the meridians like an electric drill.

    If it were someone else who suddenly encountered such a weird palm power, he would definitely suffer a big loss.

    She has deep inner strength, and whenever she moves her mind, her inner strength surges in immediately, like a wave, blocking the incoming inner strength, so her sleeves swell endlessly.

    Zhong Ling felt even more itchy and ready to move, looking at Xiao Yuesheng from time to time.

    Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and smiled, but refused to agree, which made her pout her lips higher and glare at him angrily, as if to force him to agree.

    Lan Yumei looked at the gloomy young man curiously. She already understood Fang Xueqing's cultivation. His internal strength was unfathomable, pure and subtle. It was impressive that this person could block a move!

    "Come again!" Fang Xueqing waved, trying to figure out this weird internal force.

    The gloomy young man remained motionless, his eyes drooped slightly, his chest heaved violently, and there was a whirring sound in his throat, like a roaring wind.

    Fang Xueqing stood with her hands behind her back, elegant and elegant, looking at him calmly and letting him adjust his breath and exercise.

    "Take the move!" He suddenly opened his eyes, lightning burst out, and his body immediately rotated around Fang Xueqing, his palms moved forward and back, and the flowing water under his feet was graceful and moving.

    Fang Xueqingzhuo stood still, letting him spin, and closed her bright eyes with an expression of indifference.

    The gloomy young man's eyes sparkled, his eyebrows and hair stood up, and he struck out with a fierce palm. It was extremely fast, whistling like wind, and as soon as the sound came out, the palm had already reached Fang Xueqing's vest.

    Fang Xueqing showed a smile and trembled. Everyone's eyes were blurred. She had turned into a gloomy young man, still flicking her sleeves.

    "Bang!" With a muffled sound, the gloomy young man flew up, turned several somersaults in the air, and shot towards Zhong Ling.

    Fang Xueqing's sleeves were undulating like waves of wheat blown by the wind. She stood there, looking at the gloomy young man with a smile, and did not pursue him.

    "Qiang" In the clear sound like a dragon's roar, a black light suddenly appeared, and the tip of the sword reached Zhong Ling's chest, as if breaking the shackles of space.

    Lan Yumei was startled, and she couldn't make any move. She didn't expect this person to be so cunning. He seemed to be knocked away and flew towards sister Zhong Ling, but the rest was intentional.

    He was in the air and drew his sword to make a sneak attack. The sword was so hard and accurate that it was impossible to guard against it. If it were him, it was still unknown whether he could have avoided it.

    "Well done!" Zhong Ling cheered sweetly, and a small snow-white hand suddenly appeared on his chest. He pushed it gently to the left, and the long sword suddenly swung away.

    The gloomy young man bent his body, changed direction in the air, and slashed Zhong Ling's pink neck with his long sword.

    This long sword is completely black and much narrower than ordinary swords. When it is swung, it is like a snake moving in the water, silently and extremely fast.

    In addition, the sword method is invincible."Zhong Ling's little hands are petite, white and smooth, and her movements are light and elegant. She keeps making arcs, and each palm hits the sword accurately to swing it away.

    He landed with his feet on the ground and attacked Zhong Ling fiercely. He wanted to escape, but he could only avoid the real and attack the weak. Among the girls, Zhong Ling seemed to be the easiest to bully and the weakest in cultivation.

    His sword was swift and cunning, often thrust from unexpected angles, but she was unhurried, with a cheerful smile on her face, and could always hit the sword accurately.

    With a clap of his little hand, the sword suddenly trembled and its speed stagnated.

    After receiving several palms from Zhong Ling, the narrow black sword became slower and slower, as if it was stuck in a quagmire.

    He only felt an inexplicable force on the sword, as if it was pressed against a big stone. He swung it harder and harder and slower.

    Fang Xueqing came to Xiao Yuesheng's side and laughed softly: "Master, his swordsmanship is unique and not weak."

    Xiao Yuesheng nodded slightly and glanced around. Mu Wanqing and Lan Yumei were watching attentively. This kind of swordsmanship is indeed rare and strange. When they encounter it at first, they are often confused and even hit by the sword.

    After a few more moves, Zhong Ling's smile faded a bit. He flipped his snow-white hands and muttered that he was not interested. Let him put all his effort into pressing the bottom of the box.

    The gloomy young man suddenly retreated, and the dark sword light dissipated. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and slowly raised it to his chest, on a line between his eyebrows.

    His face was solemn, and he breathed slowly. His breathing became thinner and slower, and the light in his eyes slowly dissipated, as if all his inner strength had been exhausted.

    Zhong Ling became excited again and shouted: "Okay, it's time to use the trick!"

    She looked at the other person with interest, watching him slowly adjust his breath until his breath became silky, if not there, and the breath around him completely disappeared, as if he had merged into the world.

    Fang Xueqing turned to look at Xiao Yuesheng, her eyebrows furrowed slightly: "Sir, the power of this move will not be less!"

    Xiao Yuesheng nodded slowly and showed a smile.

    "Shall I come?" Fang Xueqing asked softly.

    Xiao Yuesheng shook his head slightly and looked at Zhong Ling with a smile: "Ling'er can handle this move!"

    Although Fang Xueqing is worried, since the young master has spoken, she cannot disobey her. However, even if she is injured, with the young master by her side, her life is not in danger.

    "Hi¡ª¡ª!" The black light flashed away, and then there was a soft whistle, like the sound of a long knife cutting through silk, it was slight and small, and it was easy to ignore.

    "Good swordsmanship!" Zhong Ling cheered, retreated quickly, drew an arc with his hands, and wrapped around the sword.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????? away from his hands and flew into the air.

    When everyone¡¯s eyes fell on the long sword, he jumped up, turned into a shadow and swept towards the wall, and was about to escape.

    ¡°Tsk¡ª!¡± Mu Wanqing waved her hand, and a white light shot out, hitting the gloomy young man.

    He was flying upwards and was about to reach the top of the wall when the white light caught up with him. He was hit by the white light and moved a foot sideways and hit the wall with a "bang" sound.

    Another ray of white light came and hit him right in the body.

    He hung on the wall, hissing softly in his throat, trying not to scream. A lancet was nailed to each shoulder. The cold light shone, but there was no blood.

    Zhong Ling showed an unbearable look and glanced at Mu Wanqing.

    Mu Wanqing looked at the gloomy young man coldly, full of murderous intent. If he found her, she would not be so cruel, but she bullied Zhong Ling, which made her extremely angry.

    The gloomy young man glared at Mu Wanqing fiercely, his eyes were like lightning, and his rather handsome face was ferocious. He flew backwards, knowing that it was Mu Wanqing who made the move.

    Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and said warmly: "Yumei, come and ask him who he is and why he is here."

    Lan Yumei was startled, then responded: "Yes, sir."

    Xiao Yuesheng put his hands behind his back and stepped out of the house. Duan Yu had the Six Meridians Divine Sword and Lingbo Weibu, so he would be able to handle it, and he was not in a hurry.

    Fang Xueqing stayed, and so did Mu Wanqing, but Zhong Ling followed and said with a sweet smile: "Brother, how is my kung fu?"

    Her pretty little face was full of pride, as if she were saying: Come on, praise me!  Praise me!

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and nodded lightly.

    ??Zhong Lingtong was always smiling and overjoyed.
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