The heavens begin from practicing swords in the palace

At this time, in Zhao Qiu's hand, there was already a long sword as black as ink.

The length of the sword is three feet and nine inches; the body of the sword is as black as ink; it is made of black stone from beyond the sky, and it weighs several catties compared to ordinary swords.

Zhao Qiu touched the ground with his left foot and flew back to the martial arts arena.

Although Zhao Long is a fourth-level fighter, he did his best to injure Zhao Qiu in the storm just now.

Therefore, he never dared to take it lightly.

"Get my overlord gun!"

Immediately, Zhao Long ordered someone to bring up his weapon.

But it is an Overlord Spear. This spear is one foot three feet seven inches long and weighs hundreds of catties.

The spear is the king of a hundred soldiers, one inch long and one inch strong.

Suddenly, Zhao Long's hands trembled, and the Overlord Spear, like a black dragon, roared and meandered forward, with murderous aura flashing from the tip of the spear, it pierced Zhao Qiu's throat.

Zhao Qiu still evaded it with his acrobatics and other physical skills. The Overlord Spear weighed several hundred catties, and Zhao Long's strength was not weak. When he came out, it was like a mountain pressing down on the top, sweeping away everything.

Zhao Qiu's figure was like the wind and clouds, and his speed was extremely fast!

In an instant, there seemed to be more than a dozen figures of Zhao Qiu appearing on the ring.

The Overlord Spear is in Zhao Long's hands, piercing, stabbing, tattling, slamming, wrapping, circling, blocking, holding, pouncing, pointing, plucking, and dancing flowers.

For a while, there was a constant sound of the tip of the gun piercing the air.

The sharp point of the spear was so sharp that it almost pierced Zhao Qiu's throat or chest several times.

It's just that the tip of the spear is always off by a tiny bit, so it won't work.

Even though Zhao Changhong was well-informed, seeing Zhao Long's marksmanship, he couldn't help admiring in his heart: "The beauty of this marksmanship lies in being familiar with it. If you are familiar with it, your mind can forget your hand, and your hand can forget your spear; the round precision is not stagnant when used. Nothing is more important than being quiet, being quiet and not moving rashly, but being in a state of ease, so that he can be unpredictable. His marksmanship is already superb! Qiu'er is probably not his enemy! Only when I personally play can I win! "

Zhao Changhong stepped on the ground with his right foot, clenched his fists with both hands, and kept an eye on every move in the martial arts arena. If Zhao Long wanted to kill Zhao Qiu, he would step forward to stop him.

I thought he was the son of a "good-for-nothing", but unexpectedly he was "good at heart". Now he not only has accumulated a lot of money, but he is even better at fighting.

It should be known that warriors who can leapfrog to battle are all extremely talented and brilliant.

Just at this moment, Zhao Long let out a long shout, raised his gun with both hands, and stabbed straight at Zhao Qiu's chest.

This shot is as quick as electricity, and its force is astonishing.

Seeing that the tip of the Overlord Spear was about to pierce Zhao Qiu's body, Zhao Changhong was sweating on his forehead, and was hesitating whether to make a move.

But he saw Zhao Qiu's left hand drawing the sword tactic obliquely, the black sword crossed across, drew a semicircle, and rested on the back of the Overlord's Spear, the force spread out, and the Overlord's Spear sank immediately.

It turned out that the Overlord Spear was powerful and heavy, but Zhao Qiu used Taiji swordsmanship, using softness to overcome rigidity, using the method of four or two strokes of a thousand catties, to press the sword on the Overlord Spear, and deciphered the sure-kill spear.

Zhao Long snorted coldly, but praised: "Good swordsmanship!"

With a shake of his wrist, he retracted the Overlord Spear, and then swept across with the gun on his side.

If he was hit by this spear, the weight of the Overlord Spear of hundreds of catties, coupled with the strength of Zhao Long's hand of thousands of catties, would not only break a few ribs, but his life would be in danger!

Zhao Qiu, however, took advantage of his lightness and leaped lightly, narrowly dodging the Overlord Spear, and then bullied himself forward, holding his sword and fighting Zhao Long in close quarters.

In this way, he avoided the advantage of the spear, but used his own strength to attack the enemy's weakness.

It is exactly one inch small, one inch clever.

Sword flowers fluttered one after another, and clusters of sword light erupted in his hands.

Immediately, Zhao Long was carrying the bulky Overlord Spear, but the point of the spear was in front, so he couldn't make full use of the strength of the long spear, and was restrained everywhere.

The black sword is sharp, looking at it makes one feel terrified, even though Zhao Long has already tempered his skin, flesh and bones, he dare not use his body to meet the sharpness of the black sword, he can only dodge it with seven-star steps.

The black sword in Zhao Qiu's hand trembled unceasingly, making a buzzing sound, which lasted for a long time.

The swordsmanship he used at this time was Dugu Nine Swords again, each sword was quick and fast, straight towards Zhao Long's weak spot.

The Dugu Nine Swords originally had no moves, and each sword was aimed at the enemy's flaws. Therefore, it is ever-changing and endless.

"Chuck! Chuck! Chuck!"

Zhao Long's clothes had been cut into several small holes by Zhao Qiu's long sword.

The sword just now almost pierced his throat, and the more he fought, the more frightened he became.

Suddenly, with all his strength, he slapped out with the palm of his left hand, which was the most powerful form in Fenglei's palm.

After all, Zhao Qiu was still a third-level martial artist, so he didn't dare to take his palm forcefully, so he couldn't help but retreated a few steps, avoiding his palm.

Taking advantage of this golden opportunity, Zhao Long finally regained his disadvantage. The Overlord Spear in his hand danced like the wind and attacked Zhao Qiu.

When it comes to long-distance attack, one inch is long and one inch is strong.

Zhao Qiukong has a peerless swordsmanship, but he can't get close, and the power of the swordsmanship is not obvious.

When the spear came to attack, Zhao Qiu could only dodge it with light kungfu. For a while, the offensive and defensive positions changed.

Suddenly, Zhao Qiu threw away the long sword in his hand and took the thick-backed saber in his hand.

I saw him stepping on the ever-changing footwork of the gods, while chanting sword art.

The thick back knife in his hand danced quickly.

Wisps of blade light, if there is nothing, haunt the blade.

A series of murderous aura emanated from his body.

"This... is this the Seven Kills Saber Technique?" one of the elders said in surprise.

Zhao Liupao's eyes were also full of surprise, and he said, "It is indeed the Seven Kills Saber Technique! Unexpectedly, after my grandfather, there are still people in my Zhao family who comprehended such a sword technique from this incomplete copy!"

The Seven Killing Sword Technique was acquired by Zhao Liupao's grandfather, Zhao Wuji, from ancient ruins.The original saber technique was incomplete, only Zhao Wuji realized the peerless saber technique from it, and with the fifth level of martial arts practice, combined with the saber technique, he rampaged across the city.

It's a pity that since Zhao Wuji, none of the descendants of the Zhao family can comprehend the essence of the style from it.

At this moment, the lost seven-kill saber technique finally reappeared in Zhao Qiu's hands, and all the elderly elders couldn't help feeling excited!

Zhao Changhong murmured to himself: "He actually knows the seven-kill sword technique! Why am I so ignorant?"

Zhao Long was startled, he was opposite Zhao Qiu, facing this majestic and fierce murderous aura, he was extremely frightened.

"It seems that the murderous aura on his thick-backed saber is constantly condensing! We can't let him get what he wants!"

As soon as Zhao Long thought of this, the Overlord Spear in his hand trembled slightly, and immediately fired several shots in quick succession.

But I saw that he was holding the gun to the end, straight to the arm bone, flexible and long, and surrounded by the gun as his mother.The heart, energy, gallbladder, hands, steps, and eyes are in harmony, and the front hand is extremely stable, and suddenly thrusts forward.

At this time, Zhao Qiu's murderous aura had not yet been fully assembled, and he could not make hundreds of changes in the seven styles into one knife.